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httpknjoon · 2 months

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surprise, surprise | jjk

plot | When you asked what your boyfriend wants for Valentine's, Jungkook challenged you to surprise him. But when you did, he wasn't the only one surprised.

words | 2.1k+

genres | fluff, secret relationship au, established relationship au, friends to lovers au

pairing | jungkook x reader

warnings | none

note | another part will follow :)) enjoy reading!

main masterlist | drabble series masterlist

It was a late afternoon, during a warm sunny day, you and your boyfriend finally went on with your picnic plans after weeks of talking about it. Under a lush shade tree, Jungkook laid out your classic red gingham picnic blanket. He also has pillows from his place, knowing that you would love to have one while chilling. On the flip side, you brought out the food from your basket which includes various colorful sliced fruits, sandwiches, chips, orange juice, and a bottle of chocolate syrup if ever your boyfriend wants to put it on his fruit.

It has been past an hour since you arrived at this spot in the park, half an hour away from the city you and Jungkook live in. So, with no worries about seeing your friends around, you two were free to basically do whatever you wanted on the grass. Jungkook brought his digital camera and you were already sure that half of the photos he took today are Bam’s. You were just giggling when you saw Jungkook trying to make your pet stand still with his green toy ball and sounds he learned from The Dogist, a dog photographer who posts every dog he meets online.

“One more, Bam. Stay…” he commanded as he closed his left eye to focus on his camera’s viewfinder.

Your pet, eager to have a treat and his toy, heeded. Followed by a shutter sound, you hear a satisfied chuckle from your boyfriend. He handed Bam a treat and then threw the ball for your pet to run after.

“How was it?” you asked, sipping on your glass of orange juice.

Jungkook turned around in your direction and instead of answering immediately, you found him staring at you. Used to him dazing out sometimes, you just smiled and took another gulp from your glass. Jungkook took this opportunity to point his camera lens to you. He moved around, finding the best angle where the light makes you glow from your greenery background. You were an angel before his sight. He clicks for your candid shot. When you hear the first shutter sound, you realize what he is doing.

“Wait! Take another one.”

This time, you smiled for the camera, making him smile behind the lens. After a couple more shots, he sat next to you to show you the results. By the small sound of awe you made, he knew you loved them.

“You’re such a great photographer, babe,” you told him.

“I just have a very beautiful muse,” he replied.

You looked up at him and he laughed when he saw your eyebrows scrunching together. Perhaps it was too corny and sweet. But your scrunched expression softened up before giving him a peck on his lips. He was about to lean in for more but you pulled away with a smile.

“You used to get girls with those lines?” you teased and laughed.

And before Jungkook can defend his game, Bam runs back with his toy in between his teeth. Half an hour passed, and the camera was now in your hands while Jungkook lay his head on your lap, scrolling through his phone. Bam is napping on the grass beside you two, tired from playing. The weather was not too hot since there was still wind blowing from time to time, perfect for a midday nap. With no more energy to take pictures, you settled his camera down. For the next few minutes, you spent the time running your fingers on Jungkook’s hair and appreciating the peace of the place. You can feel your heart feeling at ease.

“I can’t believe we’re already in the second month of this year,” your boyfriend suddenly spoke, eyes still glued on his phone.

“I know, babe. It seemed like yesterday when we celebrated New Year’s Eve at Dara’s and our anniversary,” you replied. “Then, we told Blaire about us.”

He put down his phone with that, looking at you, “We didn’t tell her, you did.”

You just rolled your eyes since you know you cannot really defend yourself. You were too drunk that night, Jungkook had to tell you what you shared with your friend the morning after. And after a whole-day conversation with Blaire, she agreed to not say anything about it and simply called you two “sneaky rats” in a teasing way.

“Anyway, Valentine’s Day is next week.” Jungkook brought up the topic, sitting up. “Do you want to do anything or go anywhere?”

“Well… we already did this picnic.” you clicked your tongue as your eyes traveled away, thinking.

And after a few seconds, an idea pops into your head. An activity you saw online that you found cute and perfect for you two. You beamed as you told him about it. Jungkook nodded as he listened intently, eyes traveling down his tattooed knuckles.

“I love that, we can do that! That’s wonderful, princess.” He smiled, eyes crinkling. “Do you already have any ideas about the design?”

You shook your head, “Oh, not yet.”

“Okay, okay.” he nods again,

You squeeze his hands, “How about you? What do you want to do?”

He looked up at the leaves on the tree as he sighed, “I don’t know… Really. That’s why I asked you. What you want is what really matters to me.”

You raised an eyebrow, “Really? Nothing?”

He nodded his head but not a second after, he spoke again, “Okay, I have an idea.”

“Okay, spill.”

“Surprise me,” he said like it was a challenge.

“Surprise you?” you repeated.

Looking back at your relationship, you were a little weak at doing surprises. You cannot really lie well and always see his reaction when you get him something meant for a surprise. But maybe you can try again.

“Okay, babe.”

“Isn’t this sad?” Wooshik sighed in between the film playing on the television. “It’s the day before Valentine’s. We are both single straight guys, watching Meryl Streep boss around people because we don’t have any plans tomorrow,” he added.

I do, Jungkook said in his head. Today is the thirteenth. It has been days since you two went on that picnic and he has been secretly waiting for your surprise. You didn’t want to give him a spoiler about it since you both know how bad you are at lying. So, you didn’t give him even a single clue.

And since it’s the day before that day, you and the girls in your friend group went out for your Galentine’s Day. You told him your activities for the day, which included going to a baking class and pampering yourselves in hair and nail salons. So, in return, he and Wooshik are pretty much shooed away when the latter begs to come with them.

“It’s for girls only! Go hang out together,” Jenny laughed.

So, they did. Initially, they planned on playing video games in Jungkook’s place. But after two hours of playing and having succeeding losses, they got exhausted and opted to watch a movie. The streaming service recommended a lot of chick-flicks so that’s what they settled for.

“This is fine. The girls are single too. A lot of people are spending tomorrow single.” he noted, focused on the film.

But Wooshik exclaimed, “But love is in the air! I don’t want to be lonely. Maybe we should pull up at a bar or something. Maybe we can have dates tomorrow.”

“I told you, I’m not into those things anymore.”

“Those things?! It’s called dating, JK. So you’re not into dating now?” Wooshik asked his tone in disbelief. Jungkook just laughed at his dramatic reaction. His friend continued, “What happened to my friend who used to introduce me to his new girlfriend every two weeks?”

Jungkook tossed him a pillow, smacking it right to his face, “Hey, people change!”

“You used to hold the record for most partners in a year in our friend group, JK.” Wooshik snickered.

“And now, I don’t. I’m happy where I am right now.”

“Blablabla. That’s something a person with a great high-paying job or a nice love life would say. And I don’t think your job pays you that high for you to say that.” Wooshik quipped while watching the movie again.

Jungkook laughs. He’s right. But Wooshik is not aware of how fun he is having with you. Your friend doesn’t know how much you made his life more than nice. You made his days a lot more warmer and brighter than it has ever been.

“And the girls are not really single. Jenny said she will be busy tomorrow–”

“She is. She works as a head chef in a restaurant. Tomorrow is like a festival in her workplace.” Jungkook cuts him off.

His friend snickered, “Okay, but she’s going on an occasional date with that same guy she met at a food convention. Blaire is having an on and off and on relationship with Grace. Dara is dating–”

“She is?” Jungkook asked.

Wooshik nods like it’s something he has known for a long time, “Yeah… and YN, I just know that one is seeing someone.”

Something in his stomach dropped when Jungkook heard that, “Yeah?”

“Remember when I stayed for like a week in her house when I had something renovated in my place? I swore I saw her sneaking out a guy one early morning.” his friend shared, clueless about the guy who was now sitting in front of him.

“Are you sure?” Jungkook asked.

“Yeah, I just didn’t see him properly since the lights were off. But I heard YN talking to him.”

Yeah, it’s him.

Not wanting to talk about it anymore, Jungkook said, “You know what? Maybe we should go out.”

It’s like Wooshik’s ears perked up when heard that, “Where?”

“Just out. Maybe get something to eat or… I saw this new bowling alley opening up around the corner. We can walk there from here.”

Originally, Jungkook wanted to take you there first. But with his best friend being bored and talking about you and your relationship, he just thought of going to that place.

“Oh, okay. Maybe fate can find me a date there.”

Jungkook chuckled, getting up, “Okay, I’ll just take a quick shower. Then, we can go.”

Wooshik nodded and Jungkook walked away. Left alone in the living room, Wooshik reached for the almost-finished bowl of chips on the center table. He rarely watched chick flicks but he really liked this one. Maybe because of the lead actress. But nonetheless, he enjoys the story.

“I just don’t get why she has to leave her great job for Nate. I mean, he did not even support her when she was having growth in her work and she was in Paris!” Wooshik exclaimed as the screen showed Anne Hathaway walking away from her boss, portrayed by Meryl Streep.

The credits were rolling in when he heard the knock on the door. He was about to call his friend when he heard the distant trickling from his shower. Wooshik got up and opened the door, dusting off the cheese powder from the chips. A delivery guy stood in front of the door, holding a box of pretty flower arrangements.

“Delivery for Jeon Jungkook.” the guy said.

Confused, Wooshik had his mouth slightly open before answering, “Oh… uh, he’s in the shower. But I can receive this for him.”

“Okay. Please, sign here.”

The guy handed him a paper and Wooshik followed. After the flowers were handed to him, he said thank you and closed the door. His eyes scanned the whole arrangement filled with various flowers. A white folded card sat on top of it. As he carefully placed it down on the table, one question stayed in his head.

Who the hell would send flowers to his best friend?

So just like what any nosy, curious person would do, Wooshik flicked the card open.

Blooms for the best person I know.

I was with B in the flower shop and he helped me pick the flowers. I hope you’ll love them.

Know that this is the first of other surprises I’ve planned for tomorrow ;)

But firstly, let me ask you for the first time,

Babe, will you be my Valentine?

-Princess

Princess? Who the hell is Princess? Who is B? Is B a person? Did his friend have a baby and didn’t know it?

“Hey, let’s g– Oh, where did that come from?”

Jungkook came in, hair damp. His eyes land on the bouquet of flowers. Wooshik is frozen in place. His hand is still holding the card as he stares at him.

His eyes gradually squinted, “Who is Princess, and why is she sending you flowers?”

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jwirecs · 9 months

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RECOMMENDED BTS FICS OF JULY 2023💖

hello, hello! here are my bts recs of july! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

Alcohol Free || @blue-jisungs💕✅

↳ in which your best friend yoongi gets to know your secrets while you sip on various drinks. with each one, he’s more shocked… and amused.

Nothing’s Changed || @hoseokhasmyheartxx🔞💕💔✅

↳ You and Yoongi have been best friends since college. The rest of your friend group wants to go on a couples’ trip, leaving you and Yoongi to share a room. But to your surprise, your room only has one bed… will the two of you be able to get through the week without letting the other know how you feel?

The Love Plaza || @mayolive-writes🔞💕✅💯💯

↳ Needing to take a break from the long trip to college, you and Jungkook are forced to stay at the only lodging available within 70 miles, a love motel. And much to Jungkook’s dismay, there’s only one bed.

Til You Make It || @jinkookspencil💕💔✅💯

↳ jungkook is startled when you call him in need of a favor... to play his dream role - your boyfriend - for a day...

Bet On It || @minisugakoobies🔞💕✅💯💯

↳ What's a little wager between enemies? How about if it's your body on the line?

Lovin' You Right || @kookslastbutton🔞💕💔✅

↳ Your new badass neighbor won't leave you alone. You know the type, the guy your mama wouldn't want you bringing home. He'd break your heart as quick as he'd take it.

5+1 || @joon4eva💕✅

↳ five times you wanted to tell Namjoon you loved him + the one time you finally did.

Baby Fever || @95rkives💕✅💯

↳ what was supposedly a peaceful morning stroll in the park, an unexpected encounter triggers namjoon’s intense desire for a baby, turning him into an adorable, baby fever-filled mess.

Cherry Flavored || @jjksblackgf🔞✅

↳ You bet with your boyfriend that he can't handle more than five minutes of your tongue, but Jungkook never turns away from a challenge. You'll make sure to keep him in his place.

Moving In || @dreamescapeswriting💕✅

↳ (this was an anon req to the writer, short summary: yoongi leaves his stuff at oc's apartment, slowly moving in. shts too cute man)

Panties Over Pastries || @genkima💕✅

↳ you and your lovely boyfriend, Jungkook, decided to have a baking date planned for today ! I wonder how it turns out..

Spicy 'N Sweet || @thvhoe🔞💕💔🔄💯💯💯

↳ Jeon Jungkook is the perfect guy… to piss off your parents. He’s buff, inked up and the definition of their worst nightmare but hey, when love comes knocking on your door there’s not much you can do. It’s not like you planned on falling for him… it just kind of happened, and honestly, you're not even mad about it. Not at all.

The Boxer's Girlfriend || @i-am-baechu🔞💕💔✅

↳ Jeon Jungkook is known throughout Korea as the top boxer. He’s swift in his attacks and calculated with everything. He’s dangerous in the ring but he was also dangerous to his girlfriend, Y/N L/N.

Cat Got Your Tongue? || @jessikahathaway🔞💕💔✅

↳ You were exhausted from schoolwork and just needed a chance to unwind. Jungkook, campus fuckboy, offers his services to help alleviate the stress from studying but is he going to cause more stress than he relieves?

Cherry || @peachypinkygloss🔞💕✅

↳ Jungkook has a crush on you and he does everything to conquer your heart (like eating your pussy whenever and wherever he feels like it).

Bunny Buns || @kittyscupcakeandbunny🔞💕💔🔄

↳ Jungkook needed to hide. He was on the run. And what better place for a bunny hybrid to hide then a Bunny coffee shop? How could he resist? You smelled sweet and looked nice. All it took was one smile of yours and a bunny bread and he was on all fours for you.

Moon || @hobeemin🔞💕✅ Pt 2.

↳ (theres no summary, and i suck at summarizing, but im a sucker for hybrid fics so that says sometime.)

Break My Mind's Eye || @flowerwrites06🔞💕✅

↳ Jungkook thinks marriage is the only way to seal a deal.

Diamond Trail || @flowerwrites06🔞💕✅

↳ The theft of his most elusive and mystery possession leads to a web of trickery that threatens every large syndicate in the country. (alternative: Yoongis’ prized possession is stolen but he’s not the only gang leader being betrayed)

Distraction || @melancholy-of-nadia🔞✅

↳ After a series of circumstances leads you to be the assistant/right-hand woman of Bangkok's local thief/gang leader Min Suga, you're diligent in fulfilling your role in helping him take down Detective (& Underground Mafia Boss) Agust D. What you didn't expect in this role, was to catch your own boss reading p*rngraphic material during his free time and finding out there are consequences to distracting him.

Wishes || @i-am-baechu🔞💕💔🔄💯💯

↳ After a long day of classes, Min Yoongi decides to take a break at the music hall that has become his second home. He walks in with his cigarette lit and his blank expression quickly changes when he sees a girl playing his piano. The moment their eyes meet, their lives become complicated and Yoongi blames himself for her future pain. Was the love we had honest? (i dont have a gang!au banner so its going in with the mafia!au. also yall already know im a huge sucker fore mafia/gang au's along with hybrids. its currently on going, but i know that i will be on a roller coaster while reading this series)

Devoted To Trouble || @jeonsweetpea🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ In which the whole world finds out Jungkook is Spider-Man, but he doesn’t care about anything but you. OR Can you survive seven days of Jungkook pining over you while his identity is exposed to the world? (i dont have a spider-man!au banner, but spider!kook????? when yoongi said that this man will annoy him even at the age of 100, lord where is the lie. but also, we love a persistent & annoyingly cute man.)

For Glory || @mono-moonchilds🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ A fight to the death. No rules, no refs, and nowhere to run.

Monachopsis || @personasintro🔞💕💔🔄💯💯

↳ after receiving unpleasant news that doesn’t allow you to grow your family, your husband comes up with an idea that unfortunately involves his brother whom he despises (wasnt too sure what au this fic would fall under but i say it goes under the parent au cause min yoongi gon be a father whether he likes it or not.)

Seven || @joonberriess🔞✅

↳ “You know night after night, I’ll be fuckin’ you right,” or: “Girl hold on my baby daddy calling again.”

Unconditionally || @rmsrkive💔🔄💯

↳ for the past three, almost four years, it has only been you and your twins after having been abandoned by your ex-boyfriend. you expected it to remain that way for the rest of your lives until one day you accidentally run into one of his bandmates at the park

Way Back Home || @solemnreads🔞💕💔🔄💯💯

↳ "please tell me this isn't what i think it is" he asks you with tears in his eyes. you look down at the sight of your son with an oxygen mask on his face while your daughter is sleeping on the couch near the wall. you look into his eyes, broken and sad. you've dreamt of this day for years, wondering how he would react. but here you are, hoping he could've meet the twins under different circumstances. "yes...they're your children."

Wrong Time || @spideyjimin🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ meeting ten years later the girl he deeply fell in love with is something Jungkook never thought would happen. But here you are, standing before his eyes with a bright smile on your face as you walk through the massive lobby of his company. At that exact moment, he realizes that the two of you fell in love at the wrong time but is now the right time?

Added Color || @bangtansmaus💕💔✅💯

↳ Yumi was perfectly fine with not finding her soulmate yet. she never really cared about the idea of soulmates. she’s fine with just running her bakery and living with her brother Jimin and their two best friends Jungkook and Taehyung.

Do check out all of the other BTS Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

#bts smut #bts scenarios #bts fluff #bts angst #bts enemies to lovers au #bts established relationship au #bts best friends to lovers au #bts friends to lovers au #bts social media au #bts dad au #bts mafia au #bts hybrid au #bts friends with benefits au #bts fic recs #bts recs

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euphoricfilter · 1 year

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For the Drabble game! “They smiled at each other, lost in their own world.” with Yoongi!! Smut and Fluff for the tags but if you think the other tags fit better the others look fun too!! Thank you💜💜I love your workkkk!!! 💜💜💜

in the silence of the studio:

pairing: producer! yoongi x f. reader

genre: fluff || smut || established relationship || non-idol au

summary: no one ever seems to bring up why you and yoongi always disappear during the company’s release parties.

word count: 1.1k

tags/ warnings: fluff, smut in the forms of: fingering, studio sex, unprotected sex (don’t be stupid), a singular slap to her pussy, creampie, cum play, implied cockwarming

notes: prompt from the drabble game <3 i've never written such short smut before.. :')

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They smiled at each other, lost in their own world; sea of people long forgotten as Yoongi’s arm slips around your waist, your hand falling onto his shoulder as your bodies sway, hearts in sync. Music far from slow, some fast-paced disco beat of a song he’d heard playing on the radio. Something easy to drown out when he’s got you all dolled up in front of him.

The prettiest little dress he’s bought for you, probably an anniversary, glittery eyes that shone in flickering spotlights and pretty pink lips that he finds himself leaning forward to kiss each time you open your mouth to say something.

Neither you, nor Yoongi had ever been very fond of the listening parties that his company hosted. Your boyfriend merely showing up out of politeness while you stay to show your support of his career. It was no secret that his parents had been sceptical of his dream, and that’s why you made it a point to make sure that no matter which road he decided to wander in this life, you’d always walk beside him.

No one ever seemed to notice how the two of you would slink out of the room after greeting as many familiar faces as you could find, how neither of you stayed long enough to hear the thank yous for coming, or the buffet to be laid out pretty like a feast on a table in the far corner. Hard to wait for the celebrated artist to make their speech when hands get impatient, teasing in places they shouldn’t with so many witnesses. Beady eyes that could easily fall in your direction, greeted by the sight of rose dusted cheeks and kiss swollen lips.

The lights often become a blur of colours, vibrance reflected in glassy eyes, low base vibrating down your spine as hands grope bare skin, and nails rake stark red marks under thin shirts or naked thighs. Where doors are swung open and lips mould together as the elevator makes its ascent to the top floor of the company. Hallway empty except the two of you.

Neither of you seem to have any shame, honey like moans dripping off your tongue when Yoongi’s hands slip up your skirt, teasing lacy underwear as your fingers tangle into his hair. His tongue laving over your neck, teeth nipping at sweet spots and kissing over red skin; something a little primal purring in his chest at the fact everyone knows you’re with him.

His to claim, his to mark.

Both of you fumble with the password to his studio, distracted by the pleasure that thrums through your bodies as your hand slips down the waist of his slacks, and Yoongi’s fingers brush over your panty covered clit.

You bounce when you fall back onto the couch, skirt of your dress hiked up around your waist as Yoongi unzips his pants, hands desperate to hold onto your skin; grab your hips, or the meat of your thighs, perhaps sink his teeth into your plush skin.

You kick your panties off as he shucks his own clothes somewhere on the studio floor.

“God, you’re so pretty, you know that?” he murmurs, lips pressing a kiss to your inner thigh, working his way over your stomach.

“You do tell me quite often” you whisper, fingers skimming over his happy trail, your boyfriend’s body lurching forward when delicate fingers wrap around his cock, pearly bead of pre-cum slipping down his length as his arms cage your head.

“Fucking tease”

“Sorry” you giggle, balancing on one your elbows, pressing a sweet kiss to his jaw as you continue to languidly stroke his length.

Your thighs clamp shut as his fingers tease over your wet folds, thumb running your arousal over your clit.

Your mouth falls open into a silent moan as he slips his index finger past your walls, a pitiful dribble of slick following his sudden intrusion.

Your hips buck upwards in time with his thrusts as Yoongi’s hips kick forward into your loose fist.

“Another” you whine, free hand tangling into his hair, rough as you bring him down for a wet kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth, sodden mixture of your saliva coating your chins shiny.

A second finger slips into you, and Yoongi groans as you clamp around him, unrelenting as he thrusts knuckle-deep inside of you; ever the tease as he brushes over that little patch inside of you that has your thighs shaking.

“Fuck me, Yoongs, please”

“Yeah?” he curls his fingers, and you whine when he pulls them out of you, your own hand pulling away from his cock.

You hear the wet slap before you feel it, stinging pleasure making your thighs twitch; thick pleasure causing another wave of arousal to dribble out of your pussy when Yoongi places a mean slap over your clit.

“Please” you beg, hips rutting upwards in search for any sort of relief.

“My pretty thing” he croons, hand wrapping around the base of his cock as he lines himself up with your entrance, “I love you”

“I love you too” you look up at him through your lashes, wet with unshed tears that he kisses away—gentle as he presses the head of his cock into you.

Unashamed, you let out a breathy moan, Yoongi grunting as his hips rock forward; his hands pulling your ankles over his shoulders, your knees knocking your tits as he bends forwards, hips jerking enough that he bottoms out inside of you.

“Move please” your hands hold the backs of your knees, cunt squeezing his length.

With the walls of his studio soundproofed, neither of you have any shame as he starts to rut into you, harmony of moans filling the silence of the studio.

“Play with yourself for me, baby”

Your hands slip between sweat slicked bodies, fingers dipping into the creamy essence that clings onto Yoongi’s cock each time he pulls out of you, slicking your clit up before you’re drawing tight circles.

“Gonna cum” you warn Yoongi, hips rutting upwards to meet his own.

“Cum with me, pretty”

You feel the peak of your high, hiccup of a moan swallowed by Yoongi’s lips as you tip over the edge, cunt clenching sporadically around his cock as it twitches between your walls, thick wave of his seed coating your insides creamy.

“So good” he grunts, softening cock pulled out to the tip before he’s pushing back into you, concoction of your orgasms clinging onto his length.

You whine in bordering oversensitivity as he thrusts back into you, making sure his cum stays snug between your walls, as far into you as possible.

The air is punched from your lungs when Yoongi falls over your chest, chin hooked over your shoulder.

“I love you so much, you know that?” he tells you.

“I know. You like to remind me” you run a hand through his hair, damp with sweat, “I love you too, you know?”

He huffs a laugh, “I know” and you can’t help the smile that tugs at your cheeks as he presses a featherlight kiss to your bare shoulder.

💫 thank you for reading! and feedback is always encouraged

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i-am-baechu · 1 year

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Title: In The Lonely Hour (M)

Genre: Husband! Jungkook, Wife! Reader, lovers to strangers!, CEO! Jungkook, Doctor! Reader, flashbacks, established relationship, cheating, fluff, angst, small part of smut and reader x surprise

Summary: The perfect couple on screen and the flashes captured all the smiles but they couldn’t see the broken heart she carries. Every Night she was left alone as he “worked” late but she knew he was “working” hard with the assistant he just hired. She convinces him to get divorce for losing feelings for each other but she decides to keep a big secret from him. A secret that changes her life but doesn’t touch his, until now.

Warning: Mentions of cheating, cheating, sex scene, car accident, hospital, insecurities, angst, fluff and romance

There was a moment when I thought I knew everything. Well...I thought I knew everything about you. The way you always held me made me feel safe and everything just made sense. Your chocolate eyes told me everything I needed to know...apparently, I missed the warning they were giving me. Maybe I’m just not enough but you made me realize my deepest fear...

“Mrs. Jeon! Over here!”

She turned towards the reporter and gave out her award-winning smile. Everyone in the city spoke about her smile, saying it was the top of the top. They said it was the smile that some actresses wished they had but little did they know, Jeon Y/N was an actress herself. She walked up to some of the reporters and one of them threw a question that was the main question of her life, “Mrs. Jeon, where is your husband?”

“He’s working on a big project. I heard it's for a park, keep an eye out for that.”

“How is it working during these hard times?”

Y/N smiled at them and let out a small laugh, “I love being a doctor. Even though my hospital is backed up right now, that doesn’t mean it's all bad. We’re doing our hardest to ease the tension.”

“Mrs. Jeon, what about Park Chanyeol? There were rumors you had lunch with him recently, any comment?”

“Park Chanyeol and I have had no communication lately. We are good friends but I haven’t seen him in a while.”

“Mrs. Jeon, can you send a message to your husband?”

Irritated. That’s how she felt when she heard that question but she had to put on a face to make sure everything went well. She looked into the camera and gave the fakest smile that she could muster at the moment, “Neh, Jungkook~. I hope you're working hard tonight, I know you are.”

She bowed at the reporters and when she walked away her smile dropped into a frown when her back was towards them, “I know you are...”

She made her way inside the big venue and she sat in the front row. With the cameras flashing on her skin, the fake laughs she clearly did went unnoticed. They only cared for her beauty and charm, nothing more. When they finally left, she took her phone and she wasn’t shocked to see any messages. After all, her husband was “busy”.

“Y/N?”

She turned her head and she smiled when she saw Oh Sehun (her close friend since she was a child), “Sehun...my savior.”

He let out a deep chuckle and sat next to her, “He couldn’t make it?”

She frowned at this and shook her head, “You know why....”

“Y/N, when are you gonna leave him?”

She sighed and looked down at her hands, “I-I...I just need more time.”

“Jungkook has been cheating on you for years...I just want you to be happy.”

“I know. I just need more time, okay.”

The conversation about Jungkook ended and Y/N’s thoughts only created false hope. She’s been with Jungkook her whole life, he was the only thing she knew. The only person that gave her love but that was only in the beginning. Now all she felt was agony whenever he touched her hands or even talked to her.

Jeon Y/N or formally L/N Y/N, she was born into a loving (rich) family. Nothing really happened in her family, it was the perfect family. She was close with her parents and her brother was her best friend, what more could you ask for? She was also on top of her classes and was popular throughout her college, which is where she met Jungkook.

It was final days, Y/N was in the library studying when Sehun sat next to her with a pout. She glanced at him with a raised eyebrow as she let out a small laugh, “What’s up with you?”

“My best friend is in the library when there’s a football game.”

She rolled her eyes and went back to writing her notes, “You know I don’t care about sports.”

“It's the final game and we're seniors. You've never been to a football game, can you come with me?”

“What's in it for me?”

Sehun scoffed at her and rolled his eyes, “Memories. Just come with me.”

“Fine. Let me drop my stuff at my dorm.”

“Really!? Okay, oh Y/N I’m so excited.”

They walked to her dorm together and she heard everyone around her talking about the star quarterback, Jeon Jungkook. She’s heard of him but she didn’t really know what he looked like. She never really bothered with getting to know him when she was focused on her studies. They walked into the loud stadium and Y/N flinched at how loud it was. Sehun led her toward the front and she saw the rest of their friends in their school colors. She smiled at this looking out towards the field.

Sehun saw her looking and leaned down, “That’s the quarterback everyone is talking about, Jungkook. He’s in the same year as us, he's like a prodigy apparently.”

“Good for him...”

“The person next to him is Kim Taehyung, that's his best friend.”

She nodded her head and let out a small laugh, “Do you just know the whole team?”

“It’s kinda hard not to know them.”

“I guess...I’m sure they’ll do good though.”

She watched the quarterback walk into the middle of the field and their eyes locked on each other. He was very handsome, she couldn’t lie about that. He sent a small wave to her and she looked behind her with confusion. When she looked back at him, she pointed to herself. He let out a small laugh and nodded his head. She sent him a small wave and his bunny smile captured her heart. Oh if she could only go back to that happy time before.

She looked around at everyone that was smiling knowing the next award was for Jungkook. She closed her eyes trying to think of good things to say about him, but so far it wasn’t working. She tried to picture herself eight years ago, when she was in love with him. The man who he was before everything turned into shit. When he knew what being loyal was.

“The top CEO of this year belongs to....Jeon Jungkook!!”

She gave the camera a smile before standing up and clapping her hands. She turned around bowing to everyone before making her way to the stage. She gently took the award and she had to stop herself from throwing it on the ground. She went towards the microphone and let out a nervous laugh, “Thank you for voting my husband for this prestigious award. My husband works so hard and I’m so glad you guys can see it with your own eyes. It makes me so proud to be...to be his wife. Thank you so much, my husband is probably crying out in pleasure in his office because of this award. Thank you again.”

Everyone started clapping their hands and she bowed at everyone as her grip on the award tightened. She walked off the stage heading backstage to take pictures for the press. Once that was done, Sehun was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. She sighed and walked to him, “I’m ready to leave this place.”

“I was about to ask that. Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

That night, Sehun took her out to her favorite chicken place and everything felt normal. It wasn’t until she realized she still had to go home. She hated going home. It didn’t even feel like a home, it was just a nice house with expensive furniture within it. The drive back home was faster than she wanted it and before she could get out of the car, Sehun grabbed her wrist, “You could always stay at my place or even Chanyeol’s-”

“I’ll be okay. He’s probably at that whore’s house. I’ll be alone...it's better than him being here with me.”

Sehun frowned at this and nodded his head, “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure...thank you for always caring about me. I appreciate it.”

“Always. Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Sehun.”

She watched the car leave her driveway and she let out a small sigh. She turned around and the giant house welcomed her but it wasn’t a warm one. She walked into her house and the darkness welcomed her, something she was used to. She went up the marble stairs as her heels echoed through the house. She made it to her room well, their room. Might as well be called her room at this point.

She placed the award on his side and walked away from it. Just looking at the piece of metal was causing more heart troubles. She got out of her gown putting on her sweats. She glanced out the window smiling when she saw the stars keeping her company tonight. She took her phone out and let out a chuckle, no messages.

She stood in her office reading over the reports, when someone entered. She looked up from her desk as a wave of nerves (the good kind) came her way. Kim Seokjin stood there with his hair sleeked back with a pair of glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, it made her heart beat faster. He gave her a small smile and let out a deep sigh, “I’m sorry but I have to give you another report, Y/N.”

She nodded her head mentally slapping herself for being shy right now. She let out a small cough and stood up from her desk to go over to him. She gently took the folder from him and gave him a nervous smile, “T-Thanks, Dr. Kim.”

“Neh, Y/N, I told you to call me Jin.”

God damn it that's right, “I-I’m sorry, I forgot... hahaha.”

“Oh, by the way...you looked beautiful last night on tv.”

If she had water in her mouth, it would’ve been spat out. She felt her face turning red and she scratched the back of her neck, “Thank you...I try my best with looking good.”

He let out a small laugh and shook his head, “You don’t need to try...I’ll see you at lunch.”

She blinked her eyes at him as she watched him leave her office. She felt like a school girl hearing the older man say that to her. She had a small crush on Seokjin, it was hard not to. Everyone in the office talked about him because he was handsome, kind and charming, everything a man should be. Jin actually recommended her to the hospital, she remembers him saying that she was the best of the best. Ever since then, she had a crush on him. A married woman having a crush should be seen as a sin but she didn’t see herself as a married woman anymore.

She went to sit back at her desk when her cellphone started buzzing in her pocket. She took her phone out and all the joy she had was sucked out of her when she saw the caller Id. She answered the phone, “What?”

“Is that how you answer your phone to your husband?”

“Yes.” She walked back to her desk and sat in her chair as she looked down at the folder. She smiled to herself but it quickly disappeared when she heard his voice again.

“I need the house tonight.”

“Why? So you can fuck Abby or whatever her name is?”

“Her name is Rue and no. I just want to be by myself.”

“I haven’t seen you in like a month...” Yes, she hated him but she also missed him. She missed what they had and even though it's idiotic, she had hoped things would go back. Things would never be normal between them but she just wanted to feel something with him again...instead of being disappointed.

“Well, you can see me tomorrow if you want.”

She sighed to herself and set the folder on her desk, “Whatever you want...I’ll stay at Chanyeol or Sehun’s house.”

“You still talk to them?”

“If you paid attention to your so-called wife then you would know I do.”

“You're overreacting. Anyways, since you miss me so much, we can have dinner tomorrow.”

“Whatever...”

She removed her phone from her ear, rolling her eyes. She was annoyed at him but more at herself. She hated how her heart still yearns for him but she knew it was because she missed how things were. She wasn’t in love with him anymore, she knew that much. She just feels like she had to stay in this marriage to prove to everyone that Jungkook wasn’t bad. It was mostly for herself...she didn’t want to look an idiot.

During lunch, she sat with Sehun and Chanyeol as they gave her a sad look. The same sad look that made her feel worthless. Sehun didn’t say anything (she already knew how he felt) but Chanyeol didn’t stop himself, “Y/N...are you sure going to dinner with him tomorrow is good?”

She wiped her mouth and took a sip of her water, “I mean...it would be good to see him. Just to know how things are.”

Chanyeol shook his head at this, “This isn’t good for you.”

“I know but...I just-”

“Because you're scared to get a divorce. You're scared that once you get the divorce that no one would want you.”

She didn’t say anything. She took another bite of her food and she felt a tap on her shoulder. She looked up and her face turned red when saw Jin smiling at her, “I was wondering if we could hang out.”

She swallowed her food and pointed to herself, “Me?”

He let out a small laugh and nodded his head, “Yeah...I missed hanging out with you.”

She blinked her eyes and nodded her head, “Y-Yeah...I would love that.” She glanced at Sehun and Chanyeol who were eating food, avoiding her eyes. She picked up her lunch bag and smiled at him, “Alright show me the way.”

They headed towards his office and she ignored all the eyes that looked at them. She entered his office and sat down as he did the same. He gave her another smile but it felt different from the others. She placed her lunch on the dark wood and before she could grab her fork, Jin placed his hand on top of hers. She looked up at him with a surprised look but didn’t say anything.

“Y/N...I’m worried about you.”

“Oh? Why?”

He sighed and lifted his hand off of her. He gave her a look that made her feel like he truly cared for her (something she wasn’t used to), “Jungkook...you deserve so much better. You always help him while he doesn’t do anything for you. It’s not fair and I’m tired of seeing you get hurt because of him. You deserve better.”

She looked away not wanting him to see tears building up in her eyes but he saw it. She closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh, “I have no idea what you're talking about...Jin.”

“You do. Rue has told me everything.”

Her eyes opened widely and turned her head to look at Jin with a shock look, “H-How do-”

“She’s my very confused little sister. I’m very angry at her for doing this and ten times angrier when I found out it was you.”

“Y-Your sister?”

“Sadly yes...well step sister but sister nonetheless. Y/N, are you okay? Don’t tell lies.”

She looked down at her food and shook her head, “I’m f-fine. I-I need to go.”

She got up from the chair in a flash and ran out the room. It happened so fast that Jin couldn’t process what happened. She ran into the bathroom and went inside the stall. She sat on top of the toilet as she started sobbing, not caring if anyone heard. It echoed through the room and the white tiles memorized her crying. She clenched her chest as she leaned forward, hoping it would make her feel better. Why can’t he pick her? She’s done so much for him but it was as if he didn’t care and she hated that she cared about that. When will it be her turn to be happy?

Y/N stared at Jungkook with a blank expression as tears fell down her face, “I-I don’t understand.”

He sighed and crossed his arms at her, as if she was stupid. He leaned against the wall and looked at her with pure hatred in his eyes, “I said we have an open relationship.”

“S-Since when?”

“Since now. I met someone and she's my secretary. I still need you though.”

She was shocked. She didn’t know what to say or do. She couldn’t google what to do when your husband comes home to tell you this. She continued to stare at him with the blank expression, “What’s her name.”

“Kim Rue.” She nodded her head and stood up from the bed. She grabbed her purse and walked out as he watched with a raised eyebrow, “Where are you going?”

“Fuck off.”

It felt surreal. He was in front of her, eating dinner with her. He wasn’t focused on his phone or on another girl, he was focused on her. They were eating dinner at the restaurant that Jungkook proposed to her. It felt so long ago, that it felt like a myth at this point. She didn’t even know why she agreed to this. Sehun didn’t give her his two cents but instead comforted her through the night as she cried. She picked up her wine and looked at him through the clear glass. He still looked so handsome even when he committed sin. Sin that should rip his heart out as he cried out in pain instead of her.

He dropped his fork and gave her a smile (an ugly smile now), "How's the hospital?”

“Good.”

“How-”

“Why did you invite me to this? You have Rue.”

He sighed and looked down at the white cloth before looking back at her, “I need a public outing with my wife.”

She raised her eyebrow and looked around the restaurant. Her eyes landed on the paparazzi that was clearly trying to hide themselves. She sighed and shook her head, “Could’ve told me.”

“Oh? Why?”

“So I could muster a fake smile with you.”

He scoffed at this and took a sip of his drink, “We both know you still love me. So stop acting, come on, let's have a good night. Like old times?”

“You make me sick.”

“Don’t act like that now. You used to love me teasing you.”

“I used to love a lot about you but time has changed.”

She took another sip of her wine and he rolled his eyes at her. He took out a velvet box and pushed it towards her with a gentle smile (the smile that meant so much to her). She glanced down at the box and then at him with a raised eyebrow, making him laugh, “It’s for you. For accepting that award.”

“I’m not a dog. You don’t reward me when I do something.”

“Fucking christ, just accept it.”

She sighed and took the box. She slowly opened it and she let out a small scoff. She glanced at him and smiled (knowing the camera was pointing at her). She leaned forward placing her hand on top of his but her eyes held nothing, “This isn’t my birthstone, asshole.”

“You were born in November? Right?”

“No, I was born in fucking March. Unbelieveable."

She pulled back from him and took out the necklace. It was beautiful but she knew he was thinking of someone else when he got it. She had to wear the necklace, it was for the cameras and she didn’t want him to look bad. She didn’t understand herself. She hated what he did to her but she didn’t want him to look bad, it wasn’t in her nature. Maybe she was naive or even stupid but she wasn’t going to stoop to his level.

She placed the necklace on and gave him a fake smile (not the cameras would know), “Thanks...”

She picked up her wine and took a longer sip as Jungkook watched with a look that she couldn’t decipher. He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed, “I’m sorry Y/N...I really wanted to get you something. I do appreciate everything you’ve done for me and I couldn’t even do anything for you. I’m sorry.”

She choked on her wine. He was apologizing? He hasn’t done that since the beginning of their relationship but here he was looking bad. She placed her glass back on the table and tilted her head at him, “What are you playing at?”

“I do feel bad...I haven’t been there for you. I’m sorry. I don’t deserve the title of being your husband.”

She was shocked and even that was an understatement. In the three years of him being with Rue, he had never acknowledged his wrong doings. She was convinced that he didn’t even think what he was doing was wrong. She sat there staring at him with pure shocked cause what the fuck was happening right now? She let out a small cough and looked away from his intense eyes, “W-What do you mean?”

“I want to treat you like my wife...if you let me.”

She blinked her eyes at him and pinched her arm. When she realized that this was real life, she had no idea what to do. He was looking at her the same way he used to and it honestly made her feel happy. She wasn’t sure if she loved him or not but feeling seen by him made her feel special. She slowly nodded her head at him, “O-Okay...”

The “couple” made their way outside of the restaurant with the cameras flashing on them. She posed next to him with a real smile this time and it felt nice to have that feeling again. He grabbed her hand and headed to his car with silence that didn’t feel like it was killing her. He drove the car to somewhere that was familiar but it wasn’t home. She glanced out the window and frowned, “Why are we going to the office?”

“Its a surprise.”

She didn’t say anything after that. What was there to say? She knew no matter how many questions came out of her mouth, he wouldn’t answer them. She continued to stare out the window. When they stopped at a light her eyes landed on a mother and her child. It was a sight that melted her heart, the mother held the child and kissed its cheeks. This little scene made her smile because it made her think of her own mother, someone who she needed to call soon.

They walked inside the building that caused so many insecurities for her but she let him lead the way. The elevator ride had this tension, she couldn’t explain it. It was more coming from him than herself but she didn’t want to question it. She didn’t want to embarrass herself if she was wrong. When they walked onto his floor, her eyes wandered to the desk in front of his office. That's where she sat. Y/N pictured her in her head. She was of course younger than she was and she looked like an actress but she didn’t have that mature aura that Y/N had. She saw him coming up to her for a chat or even a peck on the forehead. Before her thoughts consumed her, Jungkook pulled her into his office.

Confusion couldn’t even describe how she felt. Here he was looking at her like how they first had sex. It made her feel warm. There was the warmth in his eyes that has been missing for years and she saw it tonight. She felt it tonight, it felt like the first time.

A breathless gasp left her lips. In a matter of seconds, their hands were everywhere. Their breathing quickened and soft gasps echoed in his dorm room. They were hastily pulling off clothes as Jungkook placed kisses on the new territory. Jungkook pulled away from her neck and she titled her head at him with a confused look, “What?”

“Nothing.” He gave her a smile and leaned forward placing a kiss on her forehead, making her giggle, “You’re just so beautiful.” Her face turned red and turned her head from him, “Sh-shut up.”

She pulled him back in for a kiss, wrapping her legs around his waist to bring them closer. So close that she felt his hard cock against her. She felt a shiver at the feeling and he was now humping her at a rapid speed. His hard, throbbing cock slid between her folds (hitting her clit at some points) as he let out a loud groan, “Y/N, I-I want it so bad.”

“Fuck me Kook.”

Hearing her words, he scrambled grabbing his dick and pushing it in. In her head, Y/N laughed at his eagerness but it quickly left when he thrusted harshly, “Ah~”

He let out a small chuckle and his hands went towards her chest. Pinching her nipples harshly, “Thought you said you could take it, Y/N.”

“Sh-shut up.”

He could feel her squeezing around him as he moved at his fast pace. He still couldn’t believe this was happening, “Fuck you feel so good, Y/N.” One hand was gripping her waist while the other one was groping her chest.

“Harder~.”

“Yeah? What a whore.” Jungkook smirked as he readjusted himself and pushed her legs up. Her knees were now almost touching the white sheets on either side of her head (she didn’t even know she could do that). She felt like she was stretched wide open as he began jackhammering into her, “Fuck, Jungkook.”

She could feel every thrust through her body. The only sounds that she could make were moans and it made his ego grow, “Is someone gonna cum?”

She nodded frantically at him as she looked away from his face to let out a louder moan, “Jung-Jungkook~”

“Cum for me, Y/N. Let everyone know in this building who you belong to.”

“Jungkook~!” One more thrust and it sent her over the edge. The reminder of what they were supposed to do crossed her mind. All her textbooks were thrown on to the floor and notes were long gone from the bed. Jungkook tossed his back as he orgasmed, buried deep inside her. As they came back to reality, they locked eyes. Smiles appeared on their faces as they panted with red faces.

He leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose, “I love you...”

“I love you more...”

Two months. Nothing changed. Okay, to give credit to where credit is due. Jungkook acted like the perfect husband for half a month, it was like the beginning of their marriage. He would stay up for her when she worked long nights at the hospital and had more outings together when they had time. Then everything changed when Y/N found out why he changed. Rue went on a trip and was gone for that time period. She found out by Jin and everything made sense. She was the rebound.

After she found out, she became distant again. She felt so stupid that she thought things would go back to what it was. It made her realize that it will never go back to normal. He will never change but she can and she will.

She's a doctor and she knows the symptoms. She tracked her period accurately and knew something was wrong. Deep down, she prayed it wasn’t true but her thoughts said another thing. She sat in Sehun’s office with a blanked expression towards the tile floor. Sehun understood why she did it but all because he can explain why she did it doesn’t mean it's okay. He walked back in and she slowly looked up at him with a hopeful look. That look was quickly wiped away when she saw his eyes, “Y/N...you're pregnant."

Those words were supposed to send happiness but instead it broke her heart. How could she do this? Having a child with someone who clearly doesn’t love her and is using her for popularity, wasn’t on her bingo card. She nodded her head at him and closed her eyes, “I-I’m getting a divorce.”

Sehun raised his eyebrow but nodded his head at her, “Are you?”

“Yes. My child doesn’t deserve to see that disrespectful asshole. This child is going to have a better life and they won’t have to question their worth.”

“Y/N...”

“They won’t stay up at night waiting for him to come home or even doing shit to get his attention-”

“Y/N!” She looked at Sehun with wide eyes as the tears fell down her face. He tossed the clipboard onto his desk and brought her head into his chest, “No more crying for that asshole.”

She turned her head and the tears soaked his shirt as his fingers ran through her hair. He kissed the top of her head as she continued to sob, “No matter what, it will be okay.”

“Sign here.”

The silence in the office made her skin crawl. She watched him pick up the pen but his hand hovered above the documents. Hesitation but she didn’t know why. She was never his wife to begin with, she was only a pawn in his world. He needed her but not for love and comfort but for power. She cried so much over him but in this moment the roles are reversed. She sat there with a stern look while he cried looking at the life changing documents but no sound came from him. He wasn’t sad at losing her but sad he lost his pawn.

“Y-Y/N are you sure?”

“Yes, I haven’t been your wife in years.”

She watched his eyes widen as he glanced back and forth at the paper and at her, “You’ve always been my wife.”

She let out a humorless laugh and shook her head, “I lost that title when you found another. The night that you said we had an open relationship, I was no longer your wife. We both know why you needed me...”

He sighed and let the black ink do the talking that he couldn’t do. She smiled at this and felt the chain around her neck was broken. She felt some relief seeing him cry and she didn’t care if that made her sound like a bad person. After all the crying, seeing the person that made you cry was rewarding. If that makes her evil then she would rather be evil with a smile instead of unhappy and in tears.

The documents slid to her and it was her turn to sign. She picked up her pen and as she read the document, memories of the past came.

Jungkook looked at her with a smile as he grabbed her hand. The two sat at the beach as the moon kissed the water and the stars touched their skin. Jungkook wanted to take her to the beach after their date and she agreed. The two just graduated from college and everything was perfect. Jungkook was the new CEO of his father’s company and Y/N got an internship at the hospital that she wanted to work at.

He leaned forward and placed a kiss on her cheek, “You know, I’m going to make you my wife soon.”

“Oh? Are you?”

He nodded his head and looked out at the water with a smile, “I want to get you the ring that you deserve. I want it to sparkle just like how you sparkle in my life.”

“Do you want the ring back?”

She watched him scratch the back of his neck and sigh, “No...you keep it.”

“I’m not going to keep it. I need you to know that.”

“I figured.”

She bowed her head at her lawyer who left the office and Jungkook watched him leave with a blank expression. His eyes moved back to her and frowned, “So...this is it?”

“Seems like it.”

He glared at her and knocked off his coffee cup making it fly across the room. He slammed his hands on the dark wood as his eyes heated up looking at her, “How can you be so calm? Did you even love me?”

She scoffed at this and shook her head at him, “Why did you think I stayed? I always loved you and I was stupid for thinking that you would pick me. I was never your first choice and you know that. How dare you get mad at me for this? YOU’RE THE ONE THAT CAUSED THIS!”

Jungkook couldn’t defend himself, not that she wanted to hear it. She got up from the table and walked before he could say anything to her, she was done with him. Well, she knew one day she would have to tell him about his child but for now she was done. The selfish man will be his downfall and she wanted nothing to do with it.

The public didn’t take Jungkook and Y/N’s divorce well. Especially when the truth came out about him. Many weren't shocked about him but a good handful of important figures were shocked (for some reason). Many said that his good looks got him into trouble while others shared their sympathy towards Y/N. Not that she needed it. Rue was plastered on all the magazines, the villain of the story. Y/N should feel bad for the young girl but instead she only chuckled at the tears captured on all forms of media.

Y/N sat in her office and the door opened revealing Jin giving her smile, “Happy divorce.”

“That’s new. Thank you.”

He sat in front of her with his smile sending butterflies to her stomach, “I’m glad you did it.”

“I am too...you must hate me.”

He looked at her with confusion, “Why would I hate you?”

“Jin...I ruined your sister's life. You should hate me.”

“Do I look like I hate you?”

Her lips pressed together making a straight line as she looked away from his intense eyes, “No...you don’t.”

“My sister deserves it. She knew exactly what she was doing and persuaded him anyway. He also is no better. I would never hate you, L/N Y/N.”

Her eyes widened at this and her head snapped back at him. It’s been forever since she heard her last name, it sent shivers especially when it came from him. She blinked her eyes at him and smiled, “L/N Y/N....I-I haven’t heard that in so long.”

“You’ve always been L/N Y/N. Remember that...I actually had a question for you.”

She raised her eyebrow and she felt nervous now. She nodded her head and gripped her pants under the table, “O-Of course you can.”

He let out a small chuckle and shook his head, “You don’t have to be nervous around me Y/N. I was just wondering if you would like to go on a lunch date with me?”

“Lunch date?”

“Yeah, if you want. It could be whatever you want.”

She smiled at this and nodded her head rapidly, “I would love that.”

“That’s good. Oh, also. Congrats on becoming a mom.”

She frowned at this and glanced down at her messy desk, “Y-Yeah...Does that put you off?”

“Why would that put me off?”

“Because I was so stupid. Stupid enough to try again with him when I knew deep down it wasn’t right. I just wanted him to love me again even though I didn’t love him. I guess I just wanted affection like how it was in the beginning and my naivety took over. I let my insecurities do the talking instead of my logic and now I'm having a child with someone that only sees me as a power play. You should be put off by me...”

He shook his head and stood up from the chair. She watched him closely as he moved to be by her side and grabbed her hands gently. He sat on his knees as she looked down at him, “You were trying your hardest with the situation that was given to you...your not stupid, you were hopeful. You wanted him to give you love because you loved him once upon a time, you wanted to feel important for once. This is something you need to face but you won’t do it alone, I won’t allow that.”

Her eyes started to water and she jumped out of her chair to wrap her arms around Jin’s neck, “I-I want to feel love...”

“And you will.”

The snow created images on the window as Y/N stared outside in complete silence. So much has changed in a matter of a year that she couldn’t even rationalize anything. She had a baby girl, L/N Jisoo. It wasn’t what the movies always displayed. Jisoo was premature and had to stay in the hospital for a month to make sure she was okay. It was a stressful time but Sehun and Chanyeol helped her out by taking care of the paperwork and checking her house. There was one person that stayed by her side twenty-four seven and that person was Jin. They weren’t dating officially but they both made it clear they like each other, maybe even love. It wasn’t the time to make a confession.

She heard her name in the hospital room and she turned her head to see Jin sitting on the couch with a frown. He was tired, they both were but they would never say it out loud to each other. She slowly walked towards him and sat next to him with her head going to his shoulder like a magnet. They both looked at the baby with tired smiles and he rubbed her arm gently, “Tomorrow is the big day.”

“She comes home to us.”

“See I told you.”

She raised her eyebrow and lifted her head to look at him, “Told me what?”

“You would feel love.”

Her eyes widened at this and let out a small chuckle. She turned her head to look at her daughter with a red face, “Shut up.”

“Yah! Jin you can’t keep letting her get away with drawing on the documents!”

“It’s art and I always have copies!”

She sighed to herself and shook her head with a chuckle escaping, “That’s not the point dear.”

He glanced down to see Jisoo drawing away on an important document but he shrugged. He looked back up at Y/N with a small smirk, “Are you jealous of her artwork?”

“Jin, shut up. I need to get ready for work, are you sure you’ll be okay?”

He rolled his eyes at her and leaned down, kissing her on the forehead, “I’ve taken care of her for two years, have faith in me.”

“I always have faith in you but she has you wrapped around her little finger.”

“You have me wrapped around your finger too, darling. Don’t forget that.”

She let out a laugh and nodded her head. She put on her coat and smiled at him, “I’ll miss you...”

“You’ll be home in an hour, Sehun said it’s a quick meeting but you need to be there to approve some things.”

“I know, I just hate being away from you and Jisoo.”

“The faster you go, the faster you’ll be back.”

She blew him a kiss and left their house. She can’t believe it's been two years already. Two years passed by and she was living with her boyfriend while they took care of their daughter together. Jin adopted her after her first birthday and Y/N couldn’t be happier with Jisoo having him as a father. Speaking of fathers, Jungkook didn’t know about Jisoo. After their divorce and the public losing their interest in Jungkook’s life, Y/N cut off all ties with him. She didn’t even know if he had the same number but she didn’t care.

She stopped at the stop light letting out a small sigh. She hated working on Sundays, it was supposed to be her day off but here she was going to work. The light snowfall didn’t make things easier, it just made her more depressed. When the light turned green, she went forward but that's when everything went black. A truck tried running the red light and Y/N was hit hard. Everything around her was quiet and her vision was blurred. The only thing she saw was the white specks falling down slowly. She slowly closed her eyes and nothingness hit her...

Y/N woke up and looked around to get an answer. She saw her daughter looking at her with her head tilted in the middle of her room, “Jisoo?”

“Mommy, who's my dad?”

She rubbed her forehead and looked at her with a confused look, “Jisoo, what are you-”

“Who’s Jungkook?”

Y/N blinked her eyes and Jisoo was now a teenager. She couldn’t understand what was happening but the shock stopped her from questioning what was happening, “Ho-how do you know that name baby?”

“Mom, tell me the truth. Dad, isn’t my real dad is he?”

Y/N shook her head and tried making her way to Jisoo but her head was stopping her. The pain jolted through her body as she sat there holding her head, “Jisoo, please.”

“Who’s my real dad!”

She opened her eyes slightly and the only thing she saw was bright white lights above her head, blinding her. She heard talking but she couldn’t focus on the words and the only thing she saw was the light blue clothing that surrounded her. She closed her eyes again, allowing the light to sing her to sleep.

Beep. Beep. What the hell? She opened her eyes for what felt like the hundredth time and saw herself in a bed. It wasn’t her bed at home and she recognized the hospital blanket fast. She wanted to sit up but her body would not allow her to so she turned her head to see Jin sleeping on the couch, “J-Jin...”

His eyes snapped open and he jumped up from the couch. He made his way to her and carefully sat on the bed, grabbing her hand ever so gently, “Y/N? Baby?”

“Jin, wh-what the hell happened? I have a meeting with Sehun.”

He let out a sad chuckle and shook his head, “Baby, it’s been two weeks...there is no meeting. I don’t want to dump all this information on you but...you got into a horrible accident. You broke your neck and hit your head really hard...I-I thought I was going to lose you.”

“I-I was in an accident?”

He nodded his head and brought her hand to place a kiss on her knuckles, “Don’t worry. I’m suing him right now.”

“What other injuries do I have?”

“Shockingly, you only broke your neck. You had bruises and cuts but that’s it. Even the surgeons were shocked.”

She nodded her head (the best she could) and looked outside the window to see the white specks falling still. She sighed and looked at Jin with a frown, “I had an epiphany.”

“O-Okay? Was it good?”

“I need to tell Jungkook about Jisoo.”

Jin looked at her with a shocked look but nodded his head, “I see...if that’s what you want. Can I ask why?”

“I had this vision of her being a teenager...she found out that you weren’t her real dad and the look she had killed me...it hurt. I know it was my mind doing it but it hurt still. I need to do it for her.”

“If you want to do that then I’ll support you no matter what. My only thing is...I don’t trust Jungkook with Jisoo.”

“I was thinking that he can visit her at our house only for now until we have trust. Wait, where's Jisoo?”

“She’s with Sehun, don't worry. Alright, we can do that. Shit, let me get Chanyeol. He needs to check on you. Fuck I got so excited seeing you that I forgot.”

She let out a small laugh but it quickly turned into a groan, “Don’t make me laugh so hard. It hurts.”

“I wasn’t trying to be funny-” Before he could say anything else, the door opened revealing Chanyeol glaring at Jin. “Shit.”

“You ass, you were supposed to tell me when she wakes up. I don’t give a fuck that shes your girlfriend now, I have more power.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and slowly turned her head towards Chanyeol, “Hey you.”

Chanyeol scoffed and shook his head, "That's what you say to me after being knocked out for two weeks after an accident.”

“Yes?”

He sighed at this and looked down at his clipboard, “Your body is strong. You only broke your neck and hit your head when the truck impacted your car. You hit your head hard on the side of the door and the glass cut your arms and legs. You had bruises all over your body but other than that you came out great for someone that was hit head on with a car.”

She sighed to herself and turned to look at Jin, “It’s because I’m a mother, that’s why I’m so strong.”

“That’s disgusting. We're going to have an orthopedic to look at your neck before you can leave.”

“When can she leave?”

“When she gets grounded, I would say in three or four days.”

She intertwined her fingers with Jins and let a smile appear on face, “That's not too bad...”

“It’s not but baby you can’t push yourself either. I know you want to go home but don’t rush yourself, okay?”

“Okay.”

Two days and Y/N hated being in this bed. Jin left her today to take care of Jisoo and she was still in this stupid neck brace. She knew she had to stay in this for about two months and she found that annoying. She sat in her bed letting the food show relax her body but that all changed when her door opened. She turned her head and she was expecting Chanyeol or Sehun but her eyes widened when she saw a ghost from the past looking at with worried eyes, “Jung-Jungkook? What are you doing here?”

He smiled at her and walked towards her with a bouquet of daises. He placed them on her side table and pushed a chair towards her bed as she watched him. He sat in the chair and sighed, “Your brother told me what happened...I asked him how you were doing and he told me what happened. He said something interesting though.”

“Oh?”

“He said that even though he hated me, he wanted me to know just in case his goddaughter is left alone.”

Fucking snitch, “O-Oh really? That’s weird.”

“Y/N...do we have a daughter?”

She sighed and turned her head towards the tv, “I have a daughter.”

“Y/N-”

“Jungkook, I know you're smart. Figure it out.”

He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck before looking at her, “I’m glad you're alright.”

“Geez thanks.”

“I-I’m not good at this. I don’t want you to feel awkward when you're in pain.”

“That never stopped you before.”

He ran his fingers through his hair roughly and let out a frustrated sigh, “I don’t want to argue. Can I-I see her?”

“Only if me or Jin is there to watch you. We don’t trust you with her.”

“J-Jin?”

“My boyfriend and Jisoo’s father. Problem?”

He shook his head and looked down at the floor, “Jin’s been taking care of her?”

She scoffed at him and looked at him with a glare, “Yeah and? You’re lucky Jin didn’t hurt you for what you did to me.”

“Do you love him?”

“Yes. visiting hours end in two minutes. Hurry up and say whatever you want to say.”

“Can I see Jisoo...I like the name by the way.”

“Thank you, Jin gave me the name to use. Only if we're there. I don’t trust you, I’m only doing this because I don’t want to die one day without her knowing the truth. When she becomes older, you’re going to tell her your sins. I’ll be damned if I have to say it cause it still hurts to this day. You’re a piece of shit still but I’ll let you see her.”

Jungkook looked at her with a soft smile and nodded his head, “T-Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. How’s Rue?”

“You know I’m not with her anymore, I’m sure. You’re dating Jin.”

“I know, I just wanted to see your hurt face. Now, get out. Visiting hours are over.”

He let out another sigh and stood up from the chair giving her one last look, “Will you always be hostile towards me?”

“Yeah, probably. You deserve so much more so be grateful for this.”

He nodded his head and went to walk out the room but before he left, he looked back at her, “Thank you for giving life to something so precious.”

“Mmm...now get out.”

He nodded his head and left the room. She let out the biggest sigh and shook her head to herself, “Fucking asshole. He hasn’t changed at all.” Her phone (Jin bought her a new phone) buzzed next to the daisies and she slowly picked it up. She unlocked her phone and smiled at Jin’s message. It was a picture of Jin and Jisoo cuddling on the bed and she felt so happy seeing them together. Jin will always be Jisoo’s father no matter what and Jungkook will just be there. Maybe in the future things will get better but for now, he should be grateful for seeing Jisoo.

She called Jin and he picked up so fast making her giggle, “Did you see it?”

“I love it. I love you guys so much. Forever and ever.”

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Silent Treatment ~ Min Yoongi

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, non-idol au

Word Count: 5.16k

Warnings: Showering(?) with clothes on, physical assault, the reader being inappropriately touched. Curse Words.

Summary: Yoongi is upset with you because you don't give him time. That's until you come back home and don't walk straight into his arms like you usually do.

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Yoongi sighed for the fourth time that evening.

You still weren't home.

It had been this way for the past few weeks, and initially, Yoongi swore that he'd be understanding and support you to the best of his abilities.

That involved waking up an hour before you to cook you a meal and pack it into a lunch box so that you wouldn't have to spend a few extra bucks on food outside. Yoongi basically took on the role of a housewife while you did the work outside, cleaning the bedroom after you left for work and carefully putting back all the earrings that you'd spread over the bed in order to choose one.

Yoongi enjoyed doing what he did most of the time. But he was quick to realize that the sight of your clothes around the house began to irritate him. Unspoken words continued to fog his mind as he cleaned the house every evening.

"Why can't you put your things back after you?"

"You're not the only one working, I work too."

"Sometimes I miss you cooking for me instead."

Yoongi wouldn't voice them, because he was unsure as to where these thoughts suddenly came from. He loved working around the house. He loved helping you pick an outfit for work every morning and he loved cooking for you twice a day. So what changed?

One fine day, Yoongi simply decided something. He wouldn't do the work.

He slept in and turned to face the wall when your alarm began to ring. He didn't cook for you that morning and had to clench his fist when you leaned over his sleeping form to kiss his temple before you left.

He poured boiling water into his instant ramen cup and sat by the window with a can of beer, ignoring the dirty dishes piling in the sink. He let the wet clothes remain in the washer and he didn't dare touch a single piece of clothing that you had left behind before you left for work.

Even if it was an eye sore, Yoongi forced himself to face the mountains that were visible from the window, the little love birds in a white cage beside him keeping him company for the rest of the day.

Yoongi didn't know why he did that, but he had a revelation that night.

You didn't even notice a thing.

The moment you entered, you rushed to him and placed a packet of instant custard mix that you purchased, telling him how neither of you had eaten custard in a while and you wanted him to make it over the weekend. After kissing the side of his mouth, you hopped your way to the bedroom, the sound of the shower turning on making Yoongi blink numbly.

You didn't once ask him about his day.

Fourty-five minutes later, Yoongi wandered towards the bedroom with a frown on his face because you still didn't come out. When he found you fast asleep on your side of the bed, your earrings and bracelets pushed onto his side of the bed and your clothes and towel still on the bedroom floor, Yoongi felt the first tears of frustration burn his eyes.

You really didn't notice any difference.

Although Yoongi felt hurt that you never once appreciated the efforts that he puts into keeping the house clean for when you come back home after a tiring day at work, he didn't stop doing it.

For his own sake.

Yoongi really couldn't bear to see his house a mess.

So instead of doing it for you, he began to do it for himself.

He'd make breakfast with the intention to eat it as well - instead of packing the entire thing for your lunch. He'd clean up the house and put back your things so that he could have peace of mind before sitting at his laptop to work.

He'd feed the birds and cook dinner an hour before you would return so that he wouldn't need to get up for anything the moment his fingers hit the keyboard.

He did it for himself because you were doing nothing for him.

Yoongi found himself writing about everything that he would feel, making the male character feel the exact emotions that he would and bringing out a side of him that he didn't know he possessed.

In his story, Yoongi made his character hurt his partner.

However, Yoongi began to move forward with the story much faster than it was taking place in reality, and he soon began to come up with painful scenes that he feared would take place between the two of you as well.

The character didn't show up at an important event and felt good when he watched his partner feel bad about it.

The character stopped telling his partner that he loved her.

The character began to spend more time away from her.

That was when the doorbell rang.

Yoongi looked up at the door with dim eyes, robotically pushing himself out of his chair and walking towards it.

"Babe!"

Yoongi's eyes met yours when he finally opened the door.

"I can't believe I forgot my keys at home, did I disturb your writing?"

Yoongi's gaze followed your movements, watching the way you shrugged your coat off and slipped out of your shoes, tucking them neatly in the corner before walking into his arms and snuggling your face into the crook of his neck.

"I missed you so much today," he heard you hum against his skin. "I couldn't wait to come back home to you."

You thought of him now?

Yoongi stood still, his hands still in his pockets and eyes staring at the floor - devoid of emotion.

"I'm sorry for being so busy, work was crazy the past few weeks."

Yoongi couldn't care less, even if he was now getting the explanation that he deserved.

"What's wrong?" You pulled away at his silence. "Wait, did I break your link? You were writing, weren't you? I'm so sorry."

Yoongi looked deep into your eyes, blinked once, and was about to turn away when you did it for him, pushing him by his arms back into his seat and urging him to continue writing.

"I'll cook dinner tonight!"

Yoongi's eyes trailed over the sentence that he couldn't finish before you came, sighing one last time before slamming his laptop shut.

Dinner was already prepared.

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The silence was noticeable, to say the least.

Yoongi would carry on with his life as though you weren't a part of it. Waking up and getting into the shower before your alarm could ring, sitting by the window and eating the breakfast that he cooked while you rushed about because he stopped tapping your shoulder when you usually slept through your second alarm.

He'd sit at the table every evening with a slouched back that you'd always walk towards to correct, leaving a light pat to the tuft of hair atop his head in appreciation of his hard work.

It really wasn't easy to be a full-time writer and you were no stranger to that. The first few years of your marriage were the toughest for the two of you, because he'd spend hours jotting down ideas and developing characters and asking you to read over every little piece that he would work on - but still not getting a single book published.

You'd massage his shoulders and let him cry into your lap because it was indeed frustrating, but you kept reminding him that better times would come. You were working two jobs at that point, but when he did get his first book published, you finally told him about the money you'd been saving up to take him on a trip outside the state.

He definitely deserved it.

Min Yoongi was one of the most loving people you'd ever met. He'd have his own fair deal of procrastination and complaints that he'd love to shower on you when times got tough, but silence was never something you received from his side.

Your heart began to hurt when Yoongi's eyes would never leave the screen as you bent forward to kiss him. He'd begun to eat his meals before you and would usually slip his way past the front door for his evening run when he'd hear you serving yourself dinner.

You knew. You knew why he was upset with you, but there was nothing you could do to explain your behavior to him. You wished you could tell him that you were working over time and you'd been saving up your incentives to pay off the last of the home loan that he had taken when you first bought your house.

You knew there was nothing that could ease the tension from his shoulders like the relief of knowing there wasn't any more debt hovering above his head.

And you really didn't want to tell him that yet.

But you wished there was an excuse that you could come up with to get him to understand the stress you'd been experiencing.

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"Psst!"

Yoongi's shoulders lifted in surprise, turning around in fear as he caught sight of you standing by the door with two mugs in your hands.

"I figured you could use some coffee to get you through the night."

Yoongi's gaze lingered on you for a moment, feeling the slightest pang of guilt pull at his stomach when he watched the excitement fall from your face.

He was already drinking coffee.

"Oh," you chuckled dryly.

The study lamp illuminated the side of his face that was towards it, noticing the glistening glow from the night cream that he had applied. One hand was still on the keyboard, his thumb moving restlessly on the space bar as he continued to question your motives with his gaze.

"Here," you placed his mug of coffee beside his half-drunk one nonetheless, lifting your hand to rest against the top of his head.

"It'll help you," you explained, wordlessly referring to the all-nighter that you knew he was planning to pull. "Let me know if you need anything."

You didn't bother waiting for him to reply, just like he didn't bother replying to you. But you weren't certain if it was a mere coincidence when he turned to face the computer screen the moment you leaned down to kiss his temple.

"I love you, Yoongi."

And silence was all you got in return that night.

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Yoongi's fingers paused only momentarily when the front door slammed shut.

Not that he was keeping track or anything, but you were home an hour early. Which meant that dinner wasn't ready - which could be a possible conversation starter.

But soon enough, the aroma of his all-time favorite Thai food reached his nostrils, his head involuntarily popping up at the olfactory seduction.

"Look what I got!"

Yoongi blinked a few times, looking at the packet of food with his mouth already beginning to salivate, your excited footsteps quickly returning back to him with two plates and spoons.

"It's my boss's wedding on Sunday, so she let us off early and treated us to dinner! I told her I wasn't hungry though, and I managed to pack the meal so that we could eat together!"

Yoongi swallowed thickly, never once deciding to open his mouth.

"How was your day, sweet?"

For the first time that evening, Yoongi's eyes flitted up to meet yours in genuine surprise. It had been so long since you asked him that.

Yoongi had to physically hold himself from falling off of his chair, briefly clearing his throat and nodding awkwardly with a somewhat loud hum that he intended to use as a response.

"How was your writing today?"

By then, you'd already opened the boxes of food, his tongue running over his bottom lip at the sight of the orange gravy. One hand reached for the steamed rice while the other held his plate, a knowing smirk on your face when you stole a glance at the impatience on his face. Searching for the biggest piece of chicken, you placed it over his rice and poured a generous amount of gravy over it. Just the way he liked it.

"Can I read what you've written yet?"

Yoongi stayed quiet until you gave him his plate, kindly waiting for you to serve yourself before he took the first bite of his dinner that evening. He somehow managed to convert his moan of satisfaction into a hum that could answer your question.

"Tonight?" you mumbled through a mouth full of food, taking the time to chew before swallowing and pointing to his laptop.

"Have you completed it?"

It was obvious, the way you were trying to make conversation with him. Not that you got much in return, but the feeling of sitting beside him and eating was like no other. Maybe you'd neglected him too much, but you were determined to make the best use of the weekend to make it up to him.

"I can't wait to read it."

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"Yoooonnnggiiiii!"

The sound of your voice made him sigh. It was getting harder and harder to keep up with the silent treatment, considering the fact that he too missed you like crazy.

But was it normal to feel the way he was feeling? Like he was being taken for granted? Like he at least deserves an apology for the way you had treated him? Yoongi's anger was bubbling down a little by little, but he wouldn't avoid the fact that it was still very much present.

He could see you changing, but he wanted verbal comfort. He watched you run back to the bedroom - with your shoes on moments before you could leave - just to put back your earrings into the wooden hexagonal box that he had bought for you. He'd watch you race through the door even if it was just a few minutes earlier than you usually would, only to sprint to where he was and pause with a proud smile, telling him that you're home early.

He remembered being surprised when you hung your towel over the back of the chair for it to dry instead of just dropping it by the bathroom. And it wasn't just a one-day thing, he watched you do it every day since the night you brought home food.

He was tempted to acknowledge the way you were apologizing for your actions through your actions, but he wanted you to address it.

He didn't mind listening to you talk about the way you helped an old lady cross the road that day or the way you felt your stomach burn with hunger because you were too busy to eat lunch. That was a part of you - yes - but he felt as though there were bigger issues that you didn't want to talk about.

Like the fact that you never once questioned his silence.

Maybe he just wanted you to do that.

Maybe he just wanted to rant about every emotion that has been draining him for almost a month now.

"I bought you some flowers!"

Yoongi looked up at you only once before looking back to his laptop, pretending to be in the midst of writing. He knew you'd never disturb him while he did.

"Oh-" he heard you deflate into a soft gasp, your hand that held the bouquet of sunflowers dropping to your side and a hand coming up to cover your mouth.

"Sorry!" you whispered with a light giggle, hopping into the kitchen and retrieving a vase from the cupboard. You filled it with water, tearing away the papers around it and carefully dipping the flowers into it.

"Here are some flowers for you," you murmured as softly as you could, placing the vase delicately beside his table so that it wouldn't make too much of noise. By habit, your hand reached up to pat his head, placing a soft kiss on his temple and telling him how much you love him in a whisper.

You didn't wait for him to say it back, because part of you knew that he was too stubborn to kick down his ego. Yoongi only noticed the sticky note on the glass when you walked into the bedroom.

"Go for your runs in the morning instead. The sun misses you, but not more than I do! <3"

And he knew that it was you indirectly telling him to have dinner with you.

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"This is so cute," you mumbled to yourself, taking the olive green beanie off of the head of the mannequin with a laugh. The material was soft and cozy, something you knew would go well with Yoongi's skin tone.

"Should I send him a picture?" you wondered out loud, taking your phone out and opening his contact to send him a quick text.

[8:49 PM]: Sweater Weather yet?

You walked a little further towards the corner where you could get some good lighting, holding the beanie up in your arm to snap a quick picture.

Just before you could hit send, you turned at the sound of footsteps, bowing awkwardly at the tall man who stood a few feet away from you.

"Uh..." you trailed off, noticing that he wasn't leaving yet, "how much is this?"

"I don't work here," he stated, most of his face hidden behind his black mask and baseball hat.

"Oh," you nodded. "Sorry, my bad."

"No problem."

Clearing your throat, you looked around the store, a strange sense of discomfort taking over you. No one seemed to be around, and the two cars that were parked outside weren't there either.

It would be best if you just leave, you thought to yourself.

Sensing that the man was still looking at you, you placed the beanie back on some shelf, reaching for a random hoodie and slipping it off of the hanger. If this man didn't intend to harm you, you could just walk out with the hoodie as if you were planning to buy it. But if he did have bad intentions, at least you'd have some sort of a weapon to defend yourself.

You somehow squeezed between racks to avoid the strange man, walking towards the counter to see no one there. How were you supposed to get your bag that you had given to them?

"Miss," you heard the same voice, but dangerously closer this time. "You left this behind."

Turning around abruptly, you caught sight of the man walking towards you with the green beanie in his right hand. He didn't stop a few feet away from you, though, walking straight up to you and halting when he wouldn't even need to stretch his arm out to touch you.

"Here," he offered the beanie to you, the pungent odor of cigarette smoke hitting you and making you cringe.

"I don't want it. Thanks."

"But you seemed to like it a lot," he murmured, taking a cautious step in your direction, his eyes crinkling at the corners with a smirk that was hidden behind his mask. He watched you with a hint of mischief twinkling in his dark eyes as you backed up against the marble counter, your hands trembling around the hanger that you were holding up in the air to separate the two of you.

"Don't you dare," you warned, trying your best to appear strong. "I'll scream."

"I don't mind," he shrugged, reaching out to touch the hanger and suddenly tugging at it with a death grip, causing you to lunge forward and into his arms.

"Leave me!" You shrieked, struggling to free yourself from his grip, your hands clenched into fists and pushing aggressively at his broad chest. "I said leave me!"

"Don't be so mean, darling," he purred, easily taking a hold of your hands and caging them towards the side so that you couldn't move. Pushing up against you, he pinned you to the counter, watching you in fascination as your head turned to the side with a yelp.

"We can have some fun if you don't fight back."

Just as his free hand began to wander its way around your lower body, your eyes began to water, thinking quickly and looking past his shoulder in panic.

"Excuse me! Help!"

The man's grip immediately loosened, turning around in fear of being caught, and that's when you took your chances, pushing him by his chest and raising your knee to kick him where it hurts.

The man stumbled a few steps to the side until he fell to the floor, both of his hands holding his crotch with his eyes scrunched shut in pain.

Dropping everything in your hand, you raced for the door and immediately called Yoongi, knowing that you couldn't take the car back because your bag was still at the reception. However, your house was too far and it was quite late to make a run for it.

But there wasn't any other option, pausing only briefly to kick off your heels and setting off into a sprint with your phone still in your hand.

Yoongi wasn't answering.

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There was just something about writing a happy ending that made Yoongi's lips curl into a grin. Something about knowing that the ending is in his hands and he does indeed have the power to write it any way he wishes to, but deciding only the one which would keep his readers at peace.

He'd written three books with a tragic ending. Although the response was tenfold in comparison to his latest addition that ended well, Yoongi noticed a few people sending him a mail about their thoughts on the book and how they didn't really know if they could read it again.

Yoongi couldn't take that.

He needed people to come back for more. He needed them to reread his books with ease knowing that even if it hurts now - at least it ends well.

That's why Yoongi felt great when he wrote the last few words of the book that he'd been working on for the past eight months.

The male character apologized for being an ass, and so did the female character. They lived happily ever after and blah blah blah.

Yoongi was too excited to think about that right now.

Was it finally time to talk to you?

Yes.

Yoongi wanted it to look as though everything was as it was. You'd run through the door with something that you brought home for him - which you had been doing for the past five days - and you'd pat his head and kiss his temple before going to the bedroom.

The only thing - Yoongi thought it would be a great idea to turn his head up to face you when you would lean down to kiss him. He planned on catching you off guard and pulling you into a good kiss because damn has it really been a week since he last kissed those lips of yours?

Why did he choose to be an ignorant jerk and focus on his anger when he could just as easily have you right up against his ribs every evening, spending the little time of what you had with him just being with each other.

And Yoongi was too excited when he heard the door click shut that he began to type utter gibberish onto his document. You'd be by his side in not even a minute, and he wouldn't lie by saying that he didn't spend the last ten minutes wondering what you had brought home today.

But you didn't come.

His ears caught onto the soft pats of your feet against the flooring as their made their way straight to the bedroom, the door - and then the bathroom door - slamming shut in a matter of seconds.

Yoongi felt his heart drop at the silence that overtook the atmosphere.

Something was wrong, he could sense it.

The chair screeched against the floor as he stood up, jogging towards the bedroom and slowly peeking in to see what you were up to. Noticing the bathroom door open with the shower turned on, Yoongi waddled towards it with fear evident in each breath that he took, nervously holding the handle of the door and peeking in.

"(Y/n)?"

You stood under the shower, fully clothed with your face hidden inside the safety of your arms, leaning against the wall and facing away from him.

Yoongi immediately walked towards you, holding a hand out and gently tugging at the material of your shirt that was sticking to your body.

"What are you doing? You'll catch a cold."

Oh, how great it felt to finally hear Yoongi speak to you. It was weird, to say the least. All these days, you'd been imagining Yoongi admitting how much he missed you, his first words to you after a torturous week of silence either being that or him telling you that he loved you.

However, you knew.

You could sense the love outlining the concern in his voice, his grip around your arm growing strong enough to pull you away from the wall to face him.

"What's wrong?"

Yoongi felt his heart race straight out of his chest, closing the space between the two of you and pulling you into his embrace.

"What's wrong, baby? Please tell me?"

You stood limp, your head resting against his collarbone numbly, arms simply staying as they were before.

"You didn't answer."

"What?"

By now, the icy cold water had the two of you completely drenched, his pajama pants sticking to his skin and his hair falling against his eyes which he didn't bother shaking to the side.

"I called," you murmured against him. "But you didn't answer."

"I was wr-" Yoongi stopped himself when your head dipped further.

"I'm sorry."

"You didn't answer when I needed you the most, Yoongi."

"Baby?" Yoongi suddenly came to his senses, reaching out to turn the shower off and then making you face him. The sight of your eyes downcast and smudged eyeliner made him choke, bending to be at eye level with you.

"What has happened? Can you tell me?"

"Please just-" you sighed pathetically, unable to keep your eyes open as your lips tore into an open-mouthed sob. "Just hold me."

Without any hesitation, Yoongi pulled you into his arms, tightening his grasp on you and snuggling his head closer to you. He had no idea what was going on, but somewhere in his mind, he knew that it wasn't just you missing him that had you breaking down this way.

"I was so scared, Yoongi," you blubbered against his chest, fingernails digging into the flesh of his back in an attempt to pull him closer to you. "I didn't know what to do!"

"Shhh," he gently placed his palm over the side of your face, keeping it there. "Shhh, you don't have to explain anything right now. You're okay. Everything will be okay. I'm here."

"I- I," you pulled away to look up into his eyes, desperate hands clutching at his collar. "He- I... that man-"

"Who?" Yoongi felt his blood run cold. "Which man?"

"In the shop," you coughed when you accidentally choked on your saliva, leaning into him and holding him with all your might.

"That man in the shop, Yoongi- no," you broke into a cry, feeling dirty at the reminder of those arms that had you pinned to the counter just a few hours ago. "Ugh!"

"Did he touch you?" Yoongi asked in a whisper, never once leaving you. The nod that he felt against his chest made his eyes scrunch shut, fists clenching in anger but still keeping you right up against him.

"You're safe," he chose to assure you instead of trying to release his anger. He knew you needed that assurance more than his determination to go kill that man who dared to lay his filthy hands on you.

"I'm here, you're safe."

"Yoongi," you wept, "I wish you were there with me, I was so scared."

"Did he..." Yoongi trailed off in a broken whisper. "Did he...?"

"No," you sniffled, shaking your head at the thought. "He tried to, but I ran away."

"You're okay," he immediately told you. "You're safe, okay? I won't let this happen again, I promise you."

"I'm sorry," you whispered, looking down at your feet. "I shouldn't have been out so late-"

"Don't you dare apologize," Yoongi held your face within his warm palms. "This isn't your fault, none of this is your fault."

"I'm sorry."

"Are you hurt? Did he hurt you in any way?"

By then, Yoongi was already leading you out, tiptoeing towards the cupboard to pull out a towel for you before helping you out of your soaked clothes.

"No," you whispered in exhaustion. "But I cut my foot."

"Where?"

Yoongi was on his knees in an instant, pulling your foot up by your ankle after noticing the inflamed skin. He caught sight of a slender slit on the underside of your foot, immediately looking up at you with worried eyes.

"How did this happen?"

"I ran back home," you explained. "I didn't know about it until I was in the elevator and could see the blood on the floor."

"(Y/n)," Yoongi whispered dreadfully, standing up to pull you into a hug.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there with you. I'm so so sorry. For everything."

You remained silent, a single tear slipping past your eye as you held onto him, the aftershocks of the panic still buzzing through your body.

"Let's sit, I'll set a plate for you - for us. We'll go to the police station tomorrow morning, okay?"

"Police?" you looked up at him.

"We need to report this, (Y/n)," he gently reminded you. "That ass needed to be punished for what he did. But don't worry, I'll be with you the entire time, okay? For now, just relax. Let's eat and then talk, hmm?"

"I'll come with you," you gestured towards the kitchen. "I don't want to be alone."

"Okay," he instantly agreed, taking a hold of your hand and walking you towards your wardrobe to take out a comfortable pair of pajamas for you.

"Here," he reached for his hoodie that was hanging over the chair, placing it over your head and helping you wear it. "This will keep you warm."

"Thank you," you whispered.

"Hey," he held his finger under your chin to make you look up at him.

"You know I love you, right?"

The sad smile that lifted the corners of your mouth made the light in his eyes dim with pain, taking you into his arms once more and resting his lips over the top of your head.

"I love you, so much. You have no idea. I'm sorry I failed to protect you. I'm sorry for everything, sweetheart. Just know that I love you to bits. And I'll take care of that bastard."

"I know you will."

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In Your Web || jjk (m)

"Jungkook’s nightly patrol should be focused on catching criminals. Instead, he’s too occupied with his girlfriend and his webs."

🕸 Pairing: spiderman!Jungkook x girlfriend!Reader(f)

🕸 Rating/Genres/AUs: M(18+); Heavy on the fluff, smut; spiderman au, college au, SBaFL au

🕸 Warnings: dom!jk, they love kissing each other 🤷, unprotective sex (be safe everyone!), oral(m), fingering, reader is restrained at one point, rough sex, cum swallowing, light cum play, dirty talk, cocky!jk, jk's cheesy but what's new?

🕸 Word Count: 10k (yassss!!!! *pats self on back*)

🕸 Credits: [betas] @hoebii Mel babe D: thank you for staying by my side. you're a reminder that good people still exist. i love u bby 🥺 n ty for the great ideas on describing jk in his suit n for yn's contact name heh; @jeonjcngkook Jords, thank you for all your help and thought you put into beta'ing! i learned new things from you! | [banner] @missgeniality SIYAAAAA!!!!! this banner is so fun to look at!!! you took my vision and make it a reality! ty for offering your talented services to me! it looks so G O O D

🕸 Storyline: This fic can be read as a standalone, but it does contain specific references to events from Seeing Double, Prepare for Trouble as well as Warning Signs. However, it doesn’t affect the overall plot... It does give a few spoilers though.

🕸 Author's Note: Happpppy birthday, Jungkook! May your day be filled with laughter and smiles and love and and and an—sklgjavf 💖 u a star

They're back!!!!! Thank you everyone for being patient as I finished my semester and found my motivation again. I've had this idea for a long time, so I'm glad it's finally being brought to life! This was meant to be a short fic, but I've really been wanting to write a long one lately... which has been a struggle D: So I'm very proud of myself for actually writing so much! Anyway, enjoy!

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The cold metal beneath your hands sent a shiver throughout your body. Despite the chilly material, you gripped it firmly as you ascended what you hoped was a sturdy ladder.

Maybe agreeing to meet on a rooftop at night wasn’t the wisest decision. The experience would’ve been better if the weather wasn’t so cold. Regardless, you didn’t want to back out now.

The day was uneventful. You had only attended your classes before finishing up some homework. Occasionally, you would sneak in some time to watch something on YouTube. Although that was entertaining, it was only temporary as you were brought back to reality when your eyes found your uncomplete homework.

College wasn’t as exciting as you had heard it was. You weren’t a part of any groups that frequented parties, so perhaps that was the reason... not that you needed to be in order to have fun. You were content with the group of friends you had. However, the issue was your friends were busy with their own academia too. You were rarely in the same room with all of them.

After thirty minutes of restless tossing and turning, you had sprung from your bed and rang Jungkook. You didn’t want to stare at your bedroom walls anymore. You hadn’t seen him much today either—had only seen him at lunch since he had his own classes to attend and was playing catch-up with his homework. You figured he was out doing his usual Spidey duties despite it being half past midnight. Judging by the windy feedback that came from the other end when he answered, your suspicion was confirmed.

As you neared the rooftop, you glanced up. A familiar figure stood at the top of the ladder with their hand stretched out. You grabbed it and held it tightly as you were pulled up effortlessly.

The roof was flat and belonged to a deserted commercial building. In spite of it being in the middle of construction, it was nearly finished so you weren’t too worried about it collapsing. The road beneath wasn’t any livelier—enough cars to offer the buzz of passing vehicles, but not so much to be the dominant sound in the area. From this height, they appeared to be toy cars children would play with. You could imagine kids with controllers guiding their cars through a makeshift track. Albeit a lot more organized.

The first thing you saw when your feet touched the ground were two white teardrop shapes. The familiarity brought a wave of comfort washing over you.

“I feel like I should be asking for your autograph,” you teased the hero before you.

Spider-Man chuckled, using your hand that was still grasped in his to bring you closer. He removed his mask with his other hand and shined a playful smile in your direction. His hair was tousled and unkempt due to being squashed beneath the mask. He looked cute.

“I’ll give you one,” Jungkook replied and carefully tucked his mask into the waistband of your jeans. Your arms wrapped around his waist, and you peered up at him with a faint grin.

“How much do you think I could make off of it?”

Jungkook cocked an eyebrow up, the corner of his lip twitching as he tried to suppress a smirk.

“You won’t be able to make anything off of it,” he answered and lowered his head.

“I beg to differ,” you snickered. “I saw people trying to sell pieces of your webs you leave behind for a hefty amount.”

“Gross,” he murmured before resting his forehead against yours.

“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement. Before you could change topics, Jungkook spoke again.

“What I meant was, you won’t be able to make anything off it because it won’t be tangible.”

Confused, you started to move back to look at him, but Jungkook kept you close.

“What do you-”

Without warning, Jungkook surprised you by pressing his lips upon yours. The kiss was gentle and had you relaxing in his arms. Even though being kissed by Jungkook was nothing new to you, his kisses always had your brain short-circuit.

Jungkook moved away too soon, but only to connect his lips to your neck. Your mouth fell open as your breathing intensified under his touch, his lips kissing just beneath your jaw. Despite the unexpected action, your body reacted quickly. You tangled a hand in his locks when he nipped at your cool skin. The breezes that tangled your hair caused goosebumps to rise across your arms and you cuddled closer to his body for warmth.

After a few more kisses, you felt his tongue glide across your neck. His movements were slow; he took his time to trace patterns on your skin while he gently massaged the sides of your body.

The light motions of his hands combined with the languid glides of his tongue had you squirming. You bit your lower lip to suppress your giggles from the sensations.

Jungkook grinned against your skin at your reaction and dug his fingers into your waist to keep you from escaping his grasp. Instead of pulling away after a moment, he opted for kissing toward your ear.

“That was a one-of-a-kind autograph. Only for you, baby,” he whispered, his breath tickling at your skin.

Your eyes opened suddenly when you realized he had spelled his name on your neck with his tongue.

Jungkook withdrew from you and laughed at the startled expression settled on your face. His eyes lingered on the sheepish look since he found it amusing.

Though at his laugh, you hastily composed yourself again.

“T-thank you?” you said, unsure what to say, yet you were weak at the knees from his actions. It always felt good to be reminded you were his.

Jungkook responded by pecking your cheek.

“’Course. How was your day?” he asked, hands still palming your sides absentmindedly.

“Dull,” you sighed. You reached up to tuck a strand of hair from his face that was blown by the wind. “Was yours good?”

Jungkook shrugged. “It wasn’t bad. The night’s kind of slow tonight, too.”

You stayed silent as your gaze danced across his face, admiring his soft features that were lit by the moonlight. His dark eyes bore into yours, lips tugged in a small smile. He tilted his head as he got lost in his own thoughts. Although he was looking at you, he wasn’t truly seeing you. The hand that had trailed up to his hair earlier slowly started to twist a few strands between your fingers.

Your eyes began to trail downward. His red and blue suit stretched snuggly around his toned frame. As if hypnotized, the hand playing with his hair slid down to his chest, touching his firm muscles from over the fabric. It put you at ease from the known feeling.

His breathing became irregular when he felt your hands trace the intricate patterns of his suit. You were grateful you were able to feel the unique spandex material in comparison to the cheap counterfeits being sold.

When your hands traveled lower, he drew in a sharp breath. His kneading on your body stopped.

“Is this why you called to ask where I was?” His tone was playful though a little strained. He tried to keep his heart rate steady so as to not be affected by your wandering hands. “You knew I was on patrol.”

“I had a feeling,” you admitted softly, flickering your gaze up to meet his own but continuing your hand south.

“I’m supposed to be looking for bad guys,” Jungkook attempted to regain his sense of control. “You’ve already distracted me enough.”

“You said tonight was a slow one,” you said and stopped your hand from going past his pelvis.

“Y-yes, but I should still keep an eye out.”

You gave him a teasing smile and gradually pulled away from him, watching him closely as he released a deep breath with a faintest frown. His hands fell to his sides.

“Are you sleepy?” Jungkook asked, changing the topic abruptly while his fingers tapped against the top of his thighs. You weren’t sure if he was anxious, excited, or nervous about something.

“No. Are you?” you replied suspiciously. His question was innocent, yet you had a feeling he asked for a reason.

Jungkook shook his head at the question then glanced around the rooftop. You followed his gaze and looked to the right to see a higher part of the building. The roof had two levels.

“Wait here for a second,” he instructed. With speed, he began to fire webs that connected from the wall to the rooftop’s floor.

You watched in puzzlement for a few seconds before you realized what he was doing.

It was odd to see your boyfriend spin his own web, yet it was fascinating nonetheless. He’s never done this in front of you. However, you figured by his deft hands, he had done this before. Watching him, you became grateful his webs didn’t shoot out of his ass. What if he farted and—?! Alright, brain. That’s enough. You weren’t sure if you really wanted to see that. Just the image made you giggle and cringe simultaneously.

“Bet you could catch a lot of flies with that,” you mused, attention focused on him again instead of your questionable thoughts.

Jungkook glanced your way and paused, a knowing grin on his lips. “I’m planning to catch something else.”

“Yeah?” you wondered playfully.

Jungkook hummed as he finished what he was up to. The web wasn’t anything special in terms of design. It appeared to be like any other web, but larger—as if looking through a magnifying glass. You wondered if it would stick to your fingertips and collapse like the ones at home.

Jungkook walked down from the top, strangely balancing—or not so considering his powers—on the slanted material.

“Alright. Come here, baby,” he called for you. He stood near the edge of the web, hand stretched out as he waited for you to join him.

You shuffled your feet, uncertain if going on the web was the best choice. Sure, Jungkook was standing perfectly fine on it, but was it really robust enough to handle the both of you?

“Any slower and I’m going to pull you here,” he complained.

“My pace hasn’t stopped you before,” you huffed, all movements halted.

Jungkook laughed lightly and shook his hand in hopes it’d get you to come quicker, “Yeah, but I’m trying to be a gentleman this time.”

“I’m not sure I’m going to be as stable as you on that, Koo,” you said. Your steps were small and hesitant.

“Don’t worry. I got you,” he reassured.

You took a deep breath as you placed your hand in his. The first step was scary, and you held onto Jungkook’s hand with a deadly grip. The web dipped slightly at your weight but stayed taut for the most part. The strength of it surprised you. You knew Jungkook’s webs were not easy to break but relying on them for flooring and being tangled up with them were different.

“There you go,” Jungkook smiled as he led you to the center carefully. Similar to a real spider’s web, it was slightly sticky, and you had to tug your legs up a little harder than normal to walk. You wondered if you ran and jumped on the web if you would stick to it like a fly. Though, you had a gut feeling Jungkook had already tested that theory in the past.

Jungkook guided you to sit down, slinging an arm over your shoulder and resting his head against yours. The warmth from his body felt comforting in the chilly night and it reminded you how thankful you were to simply be able to snuggle against him. You wondered how long you could stay like this without interruptions.

“Is college what you expect it to be like?” Jungkook asked, voice soft and blending with the breezes.

“Sort of,” you shrugged. “Lots of studying and sorority parties I never attend.”

He chuckled, laying back against the web. One leg was bent and his arms outstretched. You followed his lead. Your head rested against his arm, and you pressed your side against his. You both stared up at the starless sky. It was a shame the city lights were concealing the twinkling stars.

“Except the one,” Jungkook argued teasingly, recalling that night’s events after the Halloween party.

A faint blush crept on your cheeks and Jungkook patted your head blithely.

“How’s Aunt May?” You tried to change the subject.

Jungkook let it slide and answered, “She had her first baking class last weekend. She said she really liked it and plans to make me her taste-tester.”

“Well, aren’t you lucky,” you replied and glanced at him. His face scrunched up briefly. “Why that face? You’re getting free desserts!”

“Did you not hear when I said it was her first class? Plus, I fear I may lose my amazing physique if she feeds me everything she tries to bake.” Jungkook’s tone was light, but you knew there was some truth behind his words.

You laughed and you sat up to look down at him. He had moved his other hand to be tucked under his head sometime during your conversation. He looked so peaceful lying on his web in the middle of the night. Even when his lips were in a tight smile, he still made your heart race.

“Hey, don’t underestimate Aunt May’s skills. She could be a prodigy when it comes to baking. And just bring the food to class. Students love free food.”

“Ah, you’re so smart,” he said and gently tugged you back down with one hand. You tucked your body against his side, one leg draping itself over his straightened limb. Jungkook raised his head slightly to look down at you with an adoring expression. He just wanted to be close to you while he could. He was enjoying the calm night. It wasn’t every day he could have these moments with you.

“Someone has to be,” you kid.

“Yah! Jagiya,” he whined and threw his head back against the web. The wind blew some of his hair into his face, but Jungkook didn’t bother with moving the strands. He let them sway in the breeze.

“Truth hurts, huh, Koo?”

Jungkook rolled his eyes and hugged your body.

“You’re being a brat,” Jungkook huffed.

You giggled, enjoying the light bickering. “I’m sorry.”

You tilted your head with a pout, placed a hand on his chest, and tapped your fingers in a rhythm to get his attention.

“Kookie,” you said, voice slightly higher than normal when he didn’t look at you. Jungkook didn’t budge. He stubbornly kept his gaze locked on the dark sky.

Sighing, you leaned up and squished his cheeks with your hand. His lips pursed involuntarily at the act and a whine of protest left him. He shook his head, but there wasn’t enough force to actually break away.

“Do you forgive me?” you asked.

After a few seconds of silence, you pecked his pouty lips.

“I think you’re very smart,” you complimented and gave him another quick kiss.

“And funny,” you continued, accompanied by a third kiss. “And caring. And handsome. And sexy. And cute. And the best boyfriend in the wor- Hmph!”

Jungkook had stayed still as you showered him with compliments. He tried to suppress the smile forming with each kiss you placed on his lips. His heart was beating faster the more attention you gave him.

Hearing enough, he quickly leaned up and smashed his lips against yours, hand tangling in your hair to stop you from pulling away.

Your hand on his face eased as your eyes fluttered shut when he started to move his mouth.

Jungkook pressed you flushed to his body. His legs wrapped around yours as he kept you in his tight grip.

With a gasp, you receded from the kiss.

“Is that a yes?” you questioned breathlessly.

“No,” he replied, chest heaving slightly. “I just wanted you to shut up.”

“Jungk-”

He tugged your head back down and connected your lips once more. This time, you successfully moved from him.

“Now who’s being the brat?” you huffed.

Jungkook laughed, lips a little swollen and eyes filled with love and lust. He reduced his grip on you and let his legs sprawl beneath your body.

You adjusted yourself so you were straddling him. His hands came up to rub your thighs, eyes following you as you leaned over him. You carefully pushed all his hair out of his face as Jungkook stared at you quietly.

The quietness was tranquil and neither of you felt the need to fill it. Perhaps with someone else, it might have been awkward. You might have fidgeted under the silence or tried to ask generic questions to fill the space. Though with Jungkook it was different. Being in his presence was all you needed to feel content.

Jungkook studied you. It was harder to see your face as your back was against the sky, the moonlight not having a way to illuminate your features. Despite this, he knew your face was in its most relaxed state. Your movements were unrushed and gentle, indicating how serene you felt. Even if he couldn’t see your face clearly, your eyes sparkled in the darkness that had him mesmerized by your beauty. He couldn’t see the stars in the sky, but he only needed you to be the light in his life.

“You’re pretty,” you whispered as you slowly moved the last few strands from his face.

Jungkook was drawn from his thoughts by your comment.

“I know you are,” he said with a cheesy grin.

You opened your mouth to protest, but Jungkook gripped your thighs firmly with a shake of his head. You shut your mouth with a pout, not in the mood to disagree anymore.

Jungkook let out a small laugh at your expression and wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you on him again.

“Can’t believe you’re all mine, baby,” he whispered. His lips ghosted yours as he pushed the hair that fell into your face. He held his hand in your hair and stroked the side of your face with his thumb tenderly.

Your heartbeat quickened with each second that passed by with Jungkook staring at you. Your faces were so close, yet no one made a move.

“May I keep you out a little longer?” Jungkook asked kindly.

You nodded, a smile on your lips. Although you had class tomorrow, you didn’t want to leave Jungkook’s embrace.

“You may.”

Jungkook wasted no more time and kissed you for the umpteenth time that night. Though, you could never get enough of his kisses as they always had you feeling giddy.

He moved his lips languidly against yours, tracing your lower lip with his tongue slowly so as to soak up this moment like a sponge. He wanted to remember the taste of your lips, the feel of your skin under his hands, the weight of your body on his.

His tongue met yours and he crept his hands down your sides following the curve of your body, loving the way your legs squeezed his waist at the feel of his hands roaming your hips.

Your hair fell around his face and Jungkook could feel a few strands tickling his cheeks, but he didn’t care to move them.

Jungkook’s hands slid up to grab your ass. He gripped it roughly, which caused you to press your lower half over his.

You inhaled sharply when Jungkook did it again.

One of your hands caressed the side of his face while the other trailed up and down his torso. You could feel every bump and curve of his toned body due to the tight spandex of his suit. You pressed your body harder against his to feel more of him. There was always something so attractive when he donned his suit. You rolled your hips at the thought of having the hero beneath you all to yourself.

“You remember what you said to me that night of the party?” Jungkook questioned between breaths when you both broke away from the heated kiss.

You gave him a puzzled look, mind going blank momentarily as you lifted yourself to see him better.

Jungkook smirked and answered for you, “You said I looked sexy in my suit.”

You glanced away from him meekly. Not only did you think it now, but you also thought it then too. As if Jungkook could read your mind, he continued.

“Do you think I look sexy in it now?”

Jungkook already knew the response from the way you tucked your chin to your chest. He just wanted you to admit it verbally. Gently, he moved your face, so you were looking at him again. He waited for your answer.

Reluctantly, because you knew it was what he wanted to hear, you answered, “Yes.”

“You wanted me to fuck you with my suit on,” he recalled with a sinister smile and slid his hand back to rest on your ass. “And I sort of did then, but it didn’t really satisfy your idea, right, baby?”

You stared down at him with rapt attention, hands pressed on his chest. You remembered how his attire had been around his thighs, which only had exposed his torso. He was right in that it didn’t give the same effect as when it covered him completely. The more you thought of him fully dressed having his way with you, the more you could feel your panties dampening.

“Speak to me,” he encouraged, a hand lightly tapping your ass to get your attention.

“Yes, I remember. You’re right,” you replied hurriedly.

“What if I told you I wore a different suit today?” he wondered aloud. “You still want me to fulfill that dream of yours?”

For some reason, you were suddenly shy. You wanted it, yes, but you felt a little ashamed of the thought. You were sure Jungkook had made the suit tight so he could maneuver easily, not to be ogled at. Yet here you were. The idea of him being fully suited up and making you a moaning mess was tempting.

“I- I don’t know,” you murmured and averted your gaze.

“Why so shy?” he asked, voice softer than before.

“I feel I shouldn’t want to,” you trailed off.

“But I want to,” Jungkook reassured and put emphasis on himself. “I want to fuck you in my suit.”

“B-but you wear this to be a hero,” you began to argue, peering at the material, “not to satisfy some fantasy of mine.”

Jungkook shook his head and moved your head to look at him. “What if you weren’t the only one with that fantasy?”

You pressed your lips together, unsure if he was just saying that. Not only were you still hesitant, you now felt bad for ruining the mood. Your shoulders slumped at the realization.

“I’m not just Spider-Man in this suit. I’m Jeon Jungkook, your boyfriend, and you helped me see that,” he continued to try to erase your doubts when he saw your shoulders sag.

You listened to him silently.

“Plus, you’re telling me heroes can’t have a little fun?” His light tone etched away a sliver of your uncertainty. “Don’t feel guilty for how you feel. You’re not the only one who thinks I look ‘hotter than ghost peppers’ in my suit.”

Your eyes widened at his reply, not anticipating hearing such a comment. Jungkook chuckled at your reaction.

“My favorite from last week was being told I was ‘so hot even milk can't wash it down’.”

You shook your head with a smile and a small laugh–a mixture of disbelief and amusement. His words made you feel better.

“People have an interesting way with words online,” he shrugged as if he was used to it. He probably was at this point in his hero career.

“So, what do you say?” Jungkook asked and raised a hand to graze your lower lip with his thumb. His eyes dropped down briefly to watch the way your mouth parted when he rubbed your lip delicately. “Will you help your boyfriend pass some time while he’s on patrol?”

“I thought you were supposed to be looking out for criminals,” you huffed teasingly when you recalled his earlier replies. You were grateful Jungkook was there to lift your spirit back up.

To him, he wasn’t bothered by your hesitancy. He was just happy to talk you through the little speed bump. The mood was never ruined.

“I am,” he retorted and removed his hand from your face. “I already got one.”

A gasp left your lips when a hand came down on your ass abruptly, your fingertips digging into his chest in response.

“I’m not a criminal,” you scoffed when you realized the action implied he had deemed you as one. “What crime did I commit?”

“You stole my heart. I say that’s quite a big crime.”

You blinked at him dumbfoundedly.

“You did not just-”

“You have the right to remain silent-”

“You’re not a police officer.”

Jungkook exhaled dramatically, “You gotta work on your roleplay skills, babe.”

You rolled your eyes and nudged him. Jungkook laughed, visibly proud of his comment.

“Didn’t know you were into that,” you mused.

Jungkook shrugged. “Never tried, but I’m not going to say no if you wanted to try it.”

Even though his tone was light, you could tell from the way his eyes widened out of curiosity that he was being serious.

“Maybe in the future,” you suggested and leaned down.

“I’m looking forward to it,” he said before your lips met his.

Jungkook squeezed your ass, pressing your hips to his more.

Your hips began to slowly circle as the kiss deepened, tongues tangling against each other. You suppressed the moans bubbling in your throat every time your clit caught friction. You felt the bulge underneath you growing with each swivel of your hips and it had your heart pumping quicker.

Jungkook’s hands moved from your ass to your hips, guiding their movements while pushing his own up to meet your body more. You moaned into his mouth at the rougher feeling.

Jungkook pulled away with a sharp inhale, chocolate eyes dark with lust.

“Mask on or off?” Jungkook panted.

As much as you loved seeing his handsome face, you wanted to try something different.

“On.”

Jungkook smirked and plucked his mask from your jean’s waistline.

“Other people would love to be in my position,” you thought out loud as you eyed him retrieving his mask. Although you didn’t mean to gloat, a part of you did feel a little ego boost at the statement.

“Don’t wanna think of other people,” Jungkook said. “Just wanna think of you, baby. Just you. Only you. This is only for you.”

Your heart warmed at his rambling, and you captured his lips with yours tenderly, both hands cradling the sides of his face as if he was your anchor in a restless ocean.

“For us,” you corrected into the kiss.

Jungkook smiled, giving you an extra peck on the lips after you moved away.

You rubbed his chest lightly as he pushed his hair back off his forehead before tugging the mask over his head. Being unable to see his face had a strange feeling bubbling in your chest. Here was the hero you often saw on the screens. He was untouchable to many, yet he was laying beneath you.

Though this was not your first time being with him with his mask on, knowing what was to come had your heart racing for a different reason and it excited you. Maybe it was the idea that no one but you were able to have Spider-Man like this—to have Jungkook like this—or maybe you were anxious to try something new with him. Whatever the reason, you suddenly felt your body grow warmer.

“Hi, Spidey,” you teased with a smile once the mask was secured on him.

Jungkook chuckled at your casual tone and transferred his hands to your waist.

“Hi, pretty girl,” he replied whilst he kneaded your hips softly. “’M can’t wait to see you fall apart for me.”

Your cheeks heated at his comment. You leaned down, giving him a kiss through his mask. Despite not being able to directly feel his lips upon yours, the thought was there at least. Your hands traveled between his legs when you gave him a quick kiss.

Jungkook sighed at the feel of your hand on top of his hardening cock.

You palmed him above his clothing, eyes casting down to outline his hard-on. The soft touches had Jungkook tightening his grip on your hips.

Not wanting to have all the attention, Jungkook glided his hands up your chest until he cupped your breasts through your shirt. He massaged them gently, causing you to arch your back into his soothing touches.

Your hand on his crotch pressed harder against him. Jungkook shuddered at the pressure.

“Take these off for me,” Jungkook murmured and tugged on one of your belt loops.

You nodded and carefully climbed off him to remove your jeans, forgetting you were on top of the web Jungkook spun earlier.

“Is this going to, uh, hold us?” you questioned, feeling unsure how to bring up the topic without feeling a little strange. Because who would have thought you would fuck your boyfriend on top of a giant web?

“Definitely,” he said confidently and leaned up on one elbow. He patted the web as if to show its sturdiness. “We can go as wild as we want.”

There was cockiness to his tone as he raised his eyebrows up with a crooked grin. He was definitely already prepared to have you sore tomorrow.

Another blush crept on your face at his words. “How ‘wild’ are you imagining, Koo?”

Jungkook hummed as if in thought. He gestured for you to climb back on him, and you did as he answered, “Until you’re fucked dumb and whining for my cock.”

“Jungkook,” you gasped at his choice of words. Really, you don’t know why you were taken aback. His vocabulary has always been more vulgar when he was consumed with lust. It was different from his usual easy-going, joking behavior. Perhaps it was because you hadn’t heard him speak to you like this in a while. With your schedules, you hadn’t had the chance to have an intimate moment with him.

“I’ll make you feel so good, you’ll be craving my dick for days,” he continued, just to watch you become more flustered.

Jungkook laughed at your bashful expression. He slid a hand between your legs and began to circle your clit through your panties.

“Don’t you want that, baby?” he cooed and increased his speed. Your hips jolted at the sensation, and you placed your hands on his chest with a small moan.

“To be so needy for my cock that you can’t think of anything else?”

His words had your panties getting wetter. The thought had your heart racing, and you nodded your head at his question.

Jungkook smiled beneath his mask and moved his finger to rub through your folds. A smirk formed when he felt your damp panties. Your hips started to grind against his fingers, needing to feel more of his sinful touches.

Jungkook kept the same pace for a little longer, watching as your hips got more frantic as you grew more desperate.

“Need more,” you whined and started to reach down to lead his fingers where you wanted him, but Jungkook grabbed your wrist instead.

“Did you miss my cock so much that you forgot your manners?” Jungkook scolded, not truly mad with you.

“Please,” you said unhesitant. “Give me more.”

“I just want you to beg until you can’t take it anymore,” Jungkook confessed, which had your eyes widening. “But I’ve already kept you out so late that I’ll have to do that another time.”

You felt your body relax at that, not having the patience to have him deny you longer. He hasn’t done much, yet you were eager to feel him for the first time in a while.

Jungkook watched you for a moment as he took in your relieved expression. “I’m just too nice to you, huh?” He chuckled lowly but didn’t let you reply.

Jungkook pushed aside your panties and eased one finger inside. You were wet enough from his previous actions that his fingers slid in with no resistance, making Jungkook groan.

He pumped his finger steadily and it wasn’t long before he quickly added another one. The slight stretch from it had your inhaling deeply. His slow motions had you wanting more, but you stayed still as you let him continue. You had missed his touch.

Jungkook slowed his pace, almost coming to a complete stop as he gently spread his fingers. You gasped at the feeling and pressed your thighs against his body. A hand came down and wrapped itself around his wrist. You didn’t adjust his hand but just gave it a squeeze to let him know how good it felt.

Jungkook’s lip quirked in a small smile at you. He pressed his fingers together, pumped them a few times, then spread his fingers again. His actions repeated at the same unhurried pace. While it felt pleasing, it wasn’t enough to push you over the edge. However, before you could request more, Jungkook retreated. You keened at the loss of his touch.

He ignored your cry and pushed the lower half of his suit down. Normally, his attire was a one-piece, but this one was different. He had several outfits he had experimented with, all with different designs.

“Think you can take over?” Jungkook questioned as he exposed his hard cock. He wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft and tightened his grip. His lips parted at the feeling.

Your eyes glanced down, walls clenching around nothing when you saw his precum leaking from his tip.

You nodded and started to adjust your position, but Jungkook interrupted you.

“Where’s that sweet voice of yours, baby?”

“Yes,” you verbally answered; it earned you a content nod from Jungkook.

“Come on then, need to feel you around me,” he groaned, dick throbbing with need.

You obeyed and moved so you were hovering over his tip.

Jungkook rubbed his tip through your slicken folds, smearing his precum along them. His lips were parted; his eyes focused on how easy it was to do so. After a few more glides, he aligned himself and bucked his hips slightly until he pushed the head of his cock inside your soaked pussy.

A small yelp escaped your lips at the stretch. Understanding the message, you sank down slowly, both your moans ringing out in unison at the feeling of each other.

“Fuck,” Jungkook cursed beneath you. His eyebrows were furrowed together.

Without wasting another second, you began to slide up until just his tip remained before sliding back down gradually with another moan.

Jungkook had his hands resting on your waist, trying not to force your hips down faster.

“Y-you’re big,” you gasped with your eyes closed. Your head was starting to cloud with the pleasure his cock was giving you.

“Thanks, cutie,” Jungkook said playfully through a breathy laugh. His voice sounded a little stiff as he tried to keep his moans at bay so that he could hear yours better.

His tone tore you from your haze for a moment and you hit his chest half-heartedly. Jungkook laughed and rubbed your waist, unaffected by the faux scolding.

“Love the way you fit around me,” Jungkook added and thrusted up harshly once. He told himself to let you set the pace, but he couldn’t help it. You were just so tight around him.

“Ah!” you gasped at his sudden movement. Jungkook smirked at your reaction.

At his action, you increased your speed. You sank up and down his cock faster and you threw your head back at the way he filled you so blissfully. Your arms were behind you, fingertips grazing the top of Jungkook’s thighs as you bounced with vigor.

Jungkook bent his knees slightly so you could grab his thighs better for support. Once you had a solid hold, you started to rock your hips quicker.

Jungkook reached up and dragged your shirt up until it was gathered at the top of your chest. He pushed your bra up as well, tucking your shirt under the bra’s seam so it stayed put. With your breasts exposed, Jungkook greedily stared at the way they bounced with each of your movements.

Seeing you on top with your back arched slightly from the position of your arms and breasts moving had him let out a curse. He needed to release this pent-up feeling in his chest.

Without notice, Jungkook halted your hips and flipped you over. You both bounced slightly with the action and for a moment, you worried the web was going to snap. However, the thought disappeared when Jungkook forced your hands above your head.

You stared at him above you, eyes glued to the two oval shapes in his mask.

“I would turn you over so I could see that pretty ass of yours, but I know my baby girl wants to see me. Am I right?” he crooned.

“Y-yes,” you agreed.

“Since you wanted me fully suited as I fuck you, I think it’s only right for me to do this,” he trailed off. You realized what he meant a little too late. He had already adhered your wrists to the web below.

Jungkook grabbed your ankles next, pulling your legs apart then webbing them as well. He had you sprawled on top of his web, and he couldn’t feel more proud of himself. Here you were—exposed and leaking with arousal in front of him, unable to move.

“Don’t you look divine right now,” he praised arrogantly. His eyes traveled every inch of your body, and you were incapable of shielding yourself from his greedy eyes.

Even though you couldn’t see his face, you still knew the facial expression he was sporting underneath the mask and the thought had you squirming. You had never been this restrained in such an intimate moment with him, but your trust in him didn’t make you nervous. Instead, you just felt your body heat rapidly.

“Caught in my web,” he whispered as if in wonder at the beautiful sight. One of his hands raked down your body, tweaking one of your nipples before moving to the inside of your thigh. “Just ready for me to use you.”

“Please,” you begged.

“Would you like that?” he asked, low and husky.

“Yes, Jungkook,” you answered truthfully. “Want you to fuck me dumb.”

Jungkook smiled and positioned himself, so he was hovering over you, his tip resting at your entrance.

“That, I can do,” he chuckled.

He eased into you again. The snug feeling around his cock had him clutching the webbing next to your head.

Jungkook didn’t stay nestled against you for long. His pace wasn’t as fast as he could go, but he’d rather use his strength than his speed at the moment.

You moaned loudly, staring up at your boyfriend with his famous red and blue mask. Although you probably had forgotten you weren’t in the privacy of four walls, Jungkook didn’t.

He felt he should’ve told you to be quieter, but he really didn’t want to. He loved the sounds you were making, knowing he was the one causing them. He pushed away the concern he had briefly and gave you a particular rough thrust which earned him a heavenly cry from your lips. It was as if he was challenging the universe for someone to hear you.

Your body was pushed up with each shove of his hips. However, since you were tied down, you didn’t actually move much.

“Look at you,” Jungkook rasped and glanced down at where you were both connected. He could feel your walls clench around him and he groaned. “Letting me take you however I want.”

The more he pondered on that, the faster his pace got.

“Shit, you look so pretty,” he hissed. He grabbed your bouncing breasts, squeezing them as he slammed his hips against yours. The hold on your breasts was slightly painful, but the feeling between your legs was too delightful to notice for long.

“You feel s-so good, Kookie,” you stammered through gasps. Your hands were balled into fists, wanting to touch him but not having the ability to do so.

Jungkook moved his hands from your breasts so he could grip your hips. He leaned back slightly and guided your hips to his while he thrusted forward.

Your back arched, head pushing onto the web at the new feeling. You could feel him slide against the spot that had you seeing stars.

Jungkook’s eyes were gazing from your open mouth to your bouncing breasts then to where he was pounding into you. He couldn’t decide where to look as he fucked into you.

A part of him wished he could take a picture of how captivating you looked right now. The egotistical side of him wanted to show it to his friends—to brag about how well he could fuck you. How good you were to him to let him use your body for his pleasures. You were his good girl. And as much as he wanted to indulge in his own selfish pleasures longer, he remembered that you needed to be spoiled too.

Jungkook adjusted himself so he was hovering over you again. He lifted his mask just above his nose and slotted his mouth on your right nipple while a hand massaged your left breast. The feeling of his warm tongue circling the nub had you whining his name and clenching around him again.

Jungkook hummed, happy to hear how much you were enjoying his mouth on you.

You tugged on the restraints. You just wanted to rip off his mask and tangle your fingers in his locks like you usually do.

Jungkook flickered his tongue over your hardened nipple before nipping at it. The action had you gasping and pushing your chest to his face. Jungkook smiled against your skin before finding your other nipple and repeating the motions. The saliva left by Jungkook’s mouth was cooling in the chilly air, hardening your nipple.

While he was playing with your breasts, he kept up the rocking of his hips. The feeling of his big cock rubbing against your walls combined with his tongue had you near your climax.

“Jungko- Baby I-” you babbled, trying to form a full sentence. “Close,” you ended up saying instead.

“Go on, pretty girl. Come around me,” he permitted and briskly moved away from your chest. He tugged the mask down again before getting into a stable position. Without warning, he pulled out and thrusted back in harshly.

You cried, eyebrows knitting together as your body jerked upward from his force.

Jungkook stared down at you intensely, focused on getting you to come. His force was brute, no longer slow like before. Suddenly his hands were back on your breasts again.

Each slap of his hips had you trudging closer to the edge. Your eyes were half-lidded, mouth hung open as you breathed heavily. Your mind was only focused on him—the rocking of his dick in your cunt, the pleasure of his hands on your chest, and the sound of his bated breathing.

“There’s that fucked out look I wanted,” he jested through pants, but you barely registered his words through your hazy pleasure.

“Just for me,” he said. “Only I can see that look, right, jagiya?”

You whined, the energy to reply barely there. For once, Jungkook didn’t require an answer. He knew your thoughts were too occupied just by the expressions on your face.

Jungkook felt your walls tense up, sucking him back in greedily. After a few more thrusts, you came with a loud cry of his name. Your legs seized at the force of your orgasm while his name fell off your tongue like a mantra. Jungkook loved every moment of it, hearing the way you said his name so breathlessly was music to his ears.

He basked in the glory he felt at having you unravel because of him.

“Want to see your pretty mouth filled with my cum,” he husked and pulled away from your cunt.

He straddled your face and sunk his cock between your lips hurriedly.

You eagerly hallowed your mouth, bobbing your head around his heavy cock. Jungkook moaned watching you suck him off so earnestly.

“That’s it,” he praised, breathing increasing with each glide of your mouth.

“I’m close,” he murmured and slotted his fingers in your hair.

Your eyes locked on his mask, groaning around his dick at seeing the hero above you.

Jungkook tilted his head back briefly when he felt your tongue run just beneath his head, where his tip meets his shaft.

“Oh, fuck,” he shuddered. “Should have you suck my cock more.”

You hummed in satisfaction at his words, which caused Jungkook to tighten his grip on your hair at the sensation. The vibrations from your throat pushed him closer to his release.

Soon, Jungkook was emptying his load in your mouth. His hand was fisted in your hair as he pushed his hips to your face fully. His cock slid down your throat and you gagged slightly at the sudden feeling. Jungkook found the sound arousing, letting another curse fall from his lips.

He withdrew from you, some of his cum still spilling from his cock. You quickly inhaled a breath before sticking your tongue out again. Jungkook rested his tip on it and pumped his shaft, head lolling to the side as he panted. His cum landed on your tongue and Jungkook’s gaze was glued to the sight. He loved seeing you dripping with his cum—whether it be in your cunt or in your mouth.

Jungkook slid his tip into the cum pooling on your tongue before running his tip along your upper lip, painting it white.

When you felt Jungkook nudge your jaw, you swallowed.

His gaze lingered on his cum on your lip. However, the sight was soon gone when you swiped your tongue over it.

Jungkook wanted to stay over you as he caught his breath, but he knew you were probably uncomfortable, so he carefully moved off of you. With one hand, he yanked his mask off to reveal his face. His forehead was beaded in sweat while some of his hair stuck to his forehead.

“You still carry that pocketknife with you?” he asked. He knew you had carried one for protection after everything that happened with Kangdae and Seokjin. He wasn’t too happy about it initially since he didn’t want you to be in any fights, but after your constant refusals, he relented. After all, he rather you be able to protect yourself if he couldn’t be there to protect you.

“Back pocket,” you said and nodded to your discarded jeans.

Instead of Jungkook getting up to grab them like you thought he would, he simply shot a web and brought them to him.

“Thought the webs were sturdy,” you joked, voice a little hoarse. “How can a tiny pocketknife cut it?”

“It’s not as easy as you may think,” he replied and switched it open. He began to meticulously saw at the webs around your wrists.

“Doesn’t this mean any criminal can just cut through your webs?”

“If they have the time and strength, yes. My webs aren’t invincible,” he answered calmly, not irritated with your curiosity. “Hence, why I try to web their arms down. And normally, one swipe of the web won’t break through it. They’ll be in handcuffs before they can free themselves.”

“We’re going to be here for a while, huh?” you sighed, the euphoric feeling ebbing away at the idea of being exposed to the icy weather longer.

Jungkook glanced at your almost-naked body as if reading your mind. Sheepishly, he gently adjusted your bra and shirt to cover your torso. Unfortunately, he couldn’t do anything about your lower half since he had webbed you at the ankles.

“Maybe start there instead?” you suggested when you saw him glance at your legs.

Jungkook nodded and followed your advice.

The wait for Jungkook to free you didn’t last as long as you had expected. He had made sure to pay extra attention to where he slid the knife, and you were freed without a scratch. He then helped you put on the rest of your clothes.

“I’ve missed you,” he said softly as he sat next to you, rubbing at your wrists and ankles while you both regained some energy.

“I’ve missed you, too,” you replied and gave him a kind smile that had his heart melting.

“Have you thought about what I asked you a few weeks ago?” he wondered, hope lingering in his voice.

Jungkook had come to your dorm one day, seemingly nervous about something. You had worried it had to do with him being the masked hero or maybe even Aunt may. Your roommate had left the dorm to give you both space, sensing the uneasy atmosphere. Turns out, he had spent a few weeks looking at apartments for you both and had scribbled a few down he thought you might like. With the end of the year approaching, it was time to move out of your dorm as they were mainly for freshmen. You could move into a different dormitory, but it would be nicer not to. However, you hadn’t looked anywhere yet.

You were pleasantly surprised at Jungkook’s research. You were so touched by his efforts that he earned himself several kisses that day.

“I did,” you answered. “I like the one that has all those trees. They had a nice floor plan, and the price is doable if we split the cost.”

Jungkook’s mouth widened into a big grin as you spoke.

“I liked that one, too,” he concurred.

“Should I make an appointment to go look at it?”

“Yeah. That sounds good to me.”

“Okay.”

Jungkook leaned forward and pressed his lips tenderly on yours. You giggled at his reaction.

“I didn’t think you’d be this excited to look at apartments,” you said and poked his cheek.

“I’m more excited to just see you more often,” he admitted. “Plus, Yoongi’s music distracts me sometimes.”

“You think I won’t distract you?” you asked playfully.

“Oh, you definitely will,” he murmured, eyes drifting to your lips momentarily. “But at least you’d be a fun distraction. Yoongi’s an old man trapped in a young body. Full of grunts and complaints.”

You laughed, nudging him to scold him.

“Imagine how hurt he’d be if he heard you say that.”

Jungkook swatted his hand in the air, pushing away the thought. “He’d probably be glad to get rid of me.”

“How so?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Too many Code Purples,” he explained and gave you a wink.

You scoffed at him, remembering how Code Purple was what he told Yoongi when he wanted alone time with you.

“I haven’t heard you use it that often,” you said. Jungkook halted his massaging on your wrists when you interlaced your fingers together.

“That’s because I do it before you come over,” he explained, leaning closer to your face with a charming smile and a few wiggles of his eyebrows.

You giggled and squeezed his hands. “That poor man.”

“I should just be blaming you for being too irresistible,” Jungkook replied.

“Alright, Casanova,” you joked with a smile. He simply pecked your lips in response.

After a moment of silence, you wondered out loud, “Do you know if Yoongi is staying on campus if you move?”

Jungkook rubbed small circles on the back of your thumb with his own.

“Actually, I overheard him talking with Hoseok. I think they’re going to try to room together off campus. Maybe I can get Yoongi to move into the same complex as us.”

“That would be nice,” you said happily. You liked the thought of having your privacy with Jungkook, but still being able to be near your friends.

Jungkook hummed, his mood not as cheerful as before. You tilted your head in confusion.

“What’s wrong?”

He shook his head. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it,” he replied dismissively.

“Hey, you can talk to me,” you reassured and shook his hands.

“I know,” he said and offered you a small smile. However, he still didn’t give an explanation.

You searched his face, recalling what was said before he looked upset. And then it clicked.

“It’s Hobi, isn’t it?”

At the way his shoulders tensed slightly, you knew you were right.

“He isn’t bad, Koo,” you frowned.

Jungkook didn’t have a favorable opinion of Hoseok since he found he was involved in that group with you. Despite Hoseok helping you both out in the end, Jungkook couldn’t shake the dislike he felt toward the man. You, on the other hand, were still friends with him. Much to Jungkook’s disapproval.

“I just don’t trust him,” Jungkook huffed and looked away from you.

“You’re not going to trust him if you keep glaring at him every time he’s within a ten-foot radius of you.”

“It happens involuntarily,” he grumbled, shoulders slumping. You wished you didn’t find him so cute when he pouted.

“Well, maybe just start thinking of the positives about him when you see him instead? Like how he brought us those donuts one day. Wasn’t that nice?” you tried to persuade him.

“He brought lemon ones,” he said with a disgusted look. “I hate lemon.”

“He also bought chocolate,” you laughed softly at how adamant he was about disliking the cheery man.

Jungkook shrugged, not seeming to care about that addition to the truth.

“Next time, I’ll let him know not to bring lemon,” you said. “Even though I love lemon.” You sighed dramatically as if just the thought pained you deeply.

Jungkook eyed you carefully. You knew he was torn between wanting you to be happy with your lemon treats versus wanting Hoseok to be scolded.

“I’ll bring you lemon donuts instead,” he argued.

You smiled at his childish behavior. He really was cute when he pouted.

“Okay.”

You agreed too quickly for Jungkook to appreciate his counterattack. He now felt manipulated into buying you donuts.

“You’re a menace,” he huffed.

“Actually, I’m fairly certain Spider-Man is more of a menace than me. Didn’t you hear? He’s sticking his eight legs where he shouldn’t be,” you taunted him, recalling the ridiculous news articles you’ve read online.

Jungkook understood your reference and scoffed lightly.

“It takes a menace to know a menace,” he said.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah.”

You smiled at him.

“You’re cute,” you observed, which caused him to frown.

“I think it’s past your bedtime. You’re getting delusional,” he said and started to move away from you.

You let him go, eyes following his figure as he stood up. He stretched his arms over his head, mouthing dropping open in a yawn.

“You ready to head back?” he asked politely.

You nodded.

Jungkook held a hand out for you and helped you to your feet. You stumbled a little from the uneven surface, but Jungkook held you securely so you didn’t fall. Once you stood up, you could feel the soreness between your legs—reminding you of what occurred just minutes ago. Jungkook’s demeanor was different now than before and it emphasized there were multiple sides to him that people didn’t know… and would never know.

“Did you drive here?”

“No,” you shook your head, causing Jungkook to frown.

“Yn, I told you not-”

“It was nice out and the walk isn’t far,” you attempted to reason and stared up at him with puppy eyes. Jungkook didn’t back down from his firm stare.

“It’s too dangerous, okay? If you don’t feel like driving, I can pick you up.”

Not wanting to start an actual argument, you simply said okay. That was going to be an issue to discuss later.

Jungkook must have also not been up for an argument since he didn’t press you on the topic. He sighed and pulled his lips in a smile, trying to lighten the suddenly gloomy mood. He pressed a kiss to your head.

“Let’s go then,” he said; he tugged his mask over his head and then picked you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms tightly around his neck.

Swinging with him wasn’t as fun as people imagined it to be. It wasn’t your preferred transportation since it often left you a little dizzy and disoriented. Jungkook was aware of the effects and swung slower than he usually did.

“Are you doing okay?” he asked after a few swings.

“I’m okay,” you reassured, your body still clung to his and eyes closed.

“Almost there,” he replied and kept his focus on getting back safely.

By the time you stepped foot in your dorm, it was nearly four in the morning. Your roommate was passed out when you quietly entered your room. Jungkook had dropped you off, giving you an affectionate kiss and ensuring you felt stable before he left.

Although the late night was catching up to you, you forced yourself to do your nighttime routine. It just felt odd not to. You climbed into bed quickly after.

Out of habit, you grabbed your phone to check it. There was a notification from Jungkook.

Love Bug 4:09am i hope u sleep well. u def made my patrol a lot more fun tonight

A smile crept on your face, and you held your covers closer to your body.

Menace (loving) 4:16am I had a fun time too. Does this mean you’ll let me go on patrol with you more often? 😌

Love Bug 4:20am its tempting…but i rather we go on a date instead

Menace (loving) 4:22am Maybe soon?

Love Bug 4:25am i can make that happen

Love Bug 4:25am now go to sleep baby. talk to you tomorrow

Menace (loving) 4:26am Alright, alright. Goodnight, handsome 😊

Love Bug 4:27am good morning (;

You chuckled at his reply, remembering it was nearly 4:30 in the morning. You locked your phone, set it on your nightstand, and finally fell asleep after a long day.

When you woke up the next day, you were greeted with a wide bunny-esque smile in your view.

Despite not getting a lot of sleep, Jungkook had woken up early to buy you lemon donuts. Your roommate was on her way to class when Jungkook visited, so she let him in.

He was bizarrely cheerful considering his lack of sleep and while you wanted to be annoyed at having been woken up early, you couldn’t be mad when he seemed so joyful.

You both had your fair share of donuts—he had almond—before snuggling on your bed and falling asleep again.

This time when you were woken, you were irritated. You just wanted to sleep but there was a loud ringing close to you. It took you a few moments to realize what that noise was.

Class was about to start soon.

Jungkook was still half asleep when he tried to keep you in bed, whining for you to skip class just this once. You did contemplate it, but in the end, you forced yourself to get ready.

Jungkook had watched you silently as you got ready and when it was time to go, he walked you to class. You took a mental note to book the apartment tour soon after he left you. The idea of living with Jungkook brought a smile to your face as you sat down in class, mind wandering to the man you could see yourself with for a lifetime.

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July BTS Fic Recommendations

note from sunie:

For my first few lists I will be posting, it wont really be just for the current month but a few are also some of my favorites from a few years back that I really want to share!

I also want to say thank you, to all the authors who have put in hard work to create these pieces of literature for us to enjoy!

I hope everyone enjoys them as much as I did! You can also send in recommendations in my asks which will always be open! I will try my hardest to keep up!

🌸- fluff 🥀-angst 🌹-mature/suggestive

📖-drabbles/oneshots

📚- series 📝- ongoing ✔️-completed

Yoongi

📖>Kale’in Me Softly (@jimlingss)

Farmer!Yoongi, strangers to lovers 🌸, 🥀(has a little sting), 🌹(mature scene) Word count: 17.1k Summary: After your grandfather's passing, you decide to take over his farm and plant the trendiest vegetable: kale. It's a struggle to be in the countryside when you've always been a city girl. But there's someone less than sympathetic — a grumpy farmer across the acres who's constantly trying to pick a fight with you. Warning/s: Strongly implied smut

—I love their style of writing! I think this fic was v cute and the heat in that one scene was a great sprinkle🤭 Its a great read and I highly recommend!

📖>Bloom (@guksthighs)

hanahaki au, best friends to lovers 🥀,🌸 Word count: 1.7k Summary: When you fall in love with your best friend, flowers begin to bloom. Hanahaki disease - an illness born from one-sided love, where the patient throws up and coughs of flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. The infection can be removed through surgery, but the feelings disappear along with the petals. Warning/s: its kind of a tear-jerker but not to worry, its ONLY a tear-jerker there will be knowing flowing of tears (hopefully) <3

—This is actually a read from a few years back that I still come back to once in awhile. I have kept in my notes to remember! I absolutely love guksthigh's works and I think they're beautifully written!

📖>VALUABLES (@drowsymochi)

Established relationship 🌸 Word Count: 306 Summary: “they don’t mean anything to me.” Warning/s: teeth-rotting fluff, Yoongi is so sweet I might consider it an angst from how he makes me cry bc he.

—super cute quick read omg, I abs loved it, makes me want to have an s/o..

Namjoon:

📖>Who are you? (@ausblack)

Hybrid!Namjoon x Hybrid!reader 🌸, 🥀 Word count: 3.4k Summary: A mysterious hybrid that reeks of suppressants catches Namjoon, the wolf hybrid. He's determined to find out what you are. Warning/s: mentions of drinking and smoking, insecurities

—I love this so much! Made me feel a bit fuzzy from how cute this is. Ausblack has been one of my favorite readers when I first got into tumblr a few years back! I recommend their works!

📖>Cut (@chimchimsauce)

Soulmate au, College au 🌸, 🥀 Word count: 1.1k Summary: Namjoon always hated soulmates Warning/s: implied sex and of drinking/smoking (?)

—I love soulmate aus and I absolutely love quick angst reads! Its so good and I come back to it from time to time! I recommend it to all esp if you love quick reads!

Jimin:

📖>Adonis (@xjoonchildx)

Paramedic!Jimin x reader 🌸, a little comedy Word count: 3.4k Summary: your crackpot of a neighbor will not rest until you throw yourself at the gorgeous paramedic in town. she’s nuts, y'all. Warning/s: smoking, sexual innuendo, implied smut

—Very cute and funny fic to read, it was written nicely! I recommend to those who would enjoy a little comedy when they read.

Taehyung:

📚✔️>Camellia (@kinktae)

Prince!Taehyung x Herbalist!reader 🌸, 🥀(if you squint), 🌹(mature) 2/2 Summary: Prince Taehyung comes to find out that the castle has got a new tea girl, and man is she cute. Warning/s: insecurities, smut in 2nd chapter

—I read this a few years back and I still come back to it once in awhile because its well written and I just love the story. This actually got me to love royalty / prince/princess aus and its so cute it hurts.. Super great read! I very much recommend 🥰

📖>Playful (@chimyoung)

Owner!Taehyung x Hybrid!reader 🌸, 🥀 Word count: 3.6k Summary: A mischievous and energetic fox hybird causes an accident in the living room that sets off her boyfriend. Warning/s: lil bit of angst, swearing, couples arguing, Taehyung is a meanie, mentions of blood/injuries, nothing too graphic, there’s a mean guy in a park, that’s about it.

—Ahh its a cute readdd. It has some angst that stings but the fluff balances it out in the end. I've also read a few other of their works that I think that's worth checking out!

Jungkook:

📖>in which you always come home to Jungkook. (@onlyswan)

Established relationship 🌸, lowkey 🥀, 🌹(suggestive) Word count: 3.7k Warning/s: mention of the word whore, boner, showering together

—Its a perfect mix of everything! I've always loved her works and this never disappoints. Its a sweet read if you just want something chill (in my opinion). Highly recommend their work 🥰

📖>Still With Me? (@magicalmarauder)

Boxer!Jungkook, established relationship 🌸, 🥀 (it stings a bit..) Word count: 4k+ Summary: Dating the world’s fastest growing boxer meant several things – kissing his wounds at the end of every fight, watching countless boxing matches to study new techniques with him, and worrying like crazy as different men every night tried to bash his face in. But what happens when tensions run high after a match and Jungkook throws your support back in your face? Warning/s: definitely violence bc boxing, mentions of bruises/wounds, koo was an ass for like 5 seconds

—I am a sucker for anything boxer Jungkook so 😝😝 It stings in a few parts of the story but there is some fluff that act as a band aid do not panic 🙅‍♀️ Nicely written, I love it so much I've actually read it a few time hehe ❤️❤️

📚📝>Quarters (@justoneday-namjoonii)

Boxer!Jungkook x IceSkater!reader 🌸, 🥀 9/? Summary: A look into the dysfunctional relationship of Jungkook, an aspiring boxer, and an aspiring Ice Skater. Warning/s: mentions of abuse, dysfunctional relationship, angst might be triggering to some

—Another boxer!jungkook because I am abs inlove with boxer koo. This is a nice read if you're in angst w just a sprinkle of fluff or like fics w a rollercoaster of emotions!

📖>The Habits of a Broken Heart. (@softykooky)

Soulmate au, subtle enemies to lovers, slow burn, art student!Jungkook x english student!reader 🌸, 🥀 Word count: 26.3k Summary: Jungkook and you are soulmates. so says the matching crescent moons on both your wrists. however, things are never as easy as they seem, and you are quick to learn that falling in love with someone who does not believe in love is a one-way ticket to heartbreak.

alternatively,

“You still are, you know. Worth it.” You release a shaky breath. “But I was stupid to think that I am too.” Warning/s: jealousy, unrequited love, shouting (?(please bear with me i dont really knw what to put in warnings yet 💀))

—I think I've read this about 5 times already ahhh.. Its so goooooddd, the angst really hits you.. it made me cry every time but the ending makes up for it. I love how well written this is, its a lovely fic to read 💗💗💗

📖>How Long Will We Fall (@jiminrings)

Soulmate au, painful f2l, unrequited love (at first) 🌸, 🥀 Word count: 14k Summary: If it’s fate, it should already be set onto your skin — that’s why Jungkook’s initials are already on your finger. he’s always there for you, but not only for you. if you’re his fate, he’d rather not have it. alternatively,

Jungkook’s your soulmate, but he doesn’t want to be.

—Another angst soulmate au bc I love hurting myself hehe, I love how this was written, I love the character development, I love the angst, I love this..

Poly/OT7

📚✔️>Hybrid House (@hollyhomburg)

Hybrid!BTS x Hybrid!reader 🌸, 🥀, 🌹 (mature) 3/3 + Epilogue Summary: to Seokjin, Home consists of his human partners Namjoon and Hoseok as well as their Hybrids; the pups- named Taehyung and Jimin, their black cat- called Yoongi, and their foxboy- called Jungkook. Together they have the happiest family possible, everyone loves everyone equally.

So what happens when Namjoon finds you? a cat hybrid, beaten close to death left alone in an alleyway on the coldest night of the year? He takes you home, shows you his family, and together they teach you what love can be like. Warning/s: mentions of blood/injuries, abuse, heavy smut scenes, Jungkook being mean for a bit

—I have been a fan of their work for a long time already and I think this is among one of my favorite works of theirs. Its's very well written and I recommend this to those who have hybrid aus up their allies. Great author, great work ❤️

📖>Sugary Sweet (@hollyhomburg)

Hybrid! Reader x Hybrid! Taehyung x Hybrid! Yoongi x Owner! Namjoon 🌸, 🥀 Word Count: 10k Summary: Namjoon has a perfect life once he moves out of the city to a cabin alongside his two rescue hybrids, Yoongi and Taehyung. But then one night in the middle of the rainstorm they find you, a bunny hybrid, hiding in their chicken coop. Warning/s: Anxiety attacks, Anxious! Namjoon, mentions of hybrid abandonment, hybrid mistreatment, Half of this is Domestic fluff, possessive behavior.

—Another great hybrid read from hollyhomburg!! Very cute and has some angst to spice it up, it pulls on the heartstrings just right❤️❤️ I actually have read this a few times, I'm one to come back to something if I really enjoy it. So again, amazing work, this is actually my favorite from them ❤️

📚📝>Cry Me A River (@minniepetals)

Mafia!au, arrange marriage!au 🌸, 🥀 13/? Summary: Forever is just an illusion, nothing lasts forever. Don't make me a promise that you cannot keep. Please... it'll break my heart. Warning/s: (triggering topics! please read at your own discretion) childhood trauma, mental abuse, physical abuse, child neglect, manipulation, gaslighting, violence, mentions of assault, implied sexual assault, hurt and comfort, divorce, emotional neglect, minor character deaths, kidnapping, some emotionally unstable scenes.

—AN ALL TIME FAVORITE OF MINE. First, I abs love mafia aus and I love angst. CMAR was written beautifully,,, perfectly. It has me crying and screaming all over the place. You can feel the emotions as you read this series, that why I love it so much. It's so angsty I love it. Minnie does a great job in writing this that I always earn for more every other chapter, IM COMPLETELY HOOKED. The attention to detail is just amazing and she also listens to the readers, I love her sm.. Great read, I absolutely recommend cmar.

—If anyone has noticed, there are no Jin and Hobi fics on my recs as of the moment, its because I have yet to find jin and hobi fics that suit taste! Please do recommend some fics and authors in my asks if you have any recommendations! I will be reading them when I have time!

I will try to post recs weekly if I am not busy. Maybe I'll just post when I can and then have my monthly recs!

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JJK || Kisses

pairing: boyfriend!jungkook x fem!reader

summary: Jungkook reunites with you in the hallway after spring break and kisses you silly.

tags: fluff, highschool au

warnings: PDA

"Stop it," you sigh, one hand on Jungkook's chest as he's kissing your cheek playfully.

"Mmno," is his muffled reply as he attacks the left side of your face with a million chaste kisses. "No, no, no, no, no…you're my girl! You're my princess. I need to show you."

"Baby…" you protest, rolling your eyes at his cheesy show of affection.

Jungkook has you pinned in the hallway, flooding you with the affection he hasn't been able to give you for weeks because of spring break.

"You won't let me kiss you~?" He gasps, "I can't believe it…I leave for two weeks and suddenly you reject my affections. Is that how it is?" He teases you.

"Noooo…" you reply, whining. "It's just…it's a little embarrassing~"

"Mm mhm? Well they can just look away, can't they? I'm gonna kiss you, y/n," he laughs.

He stares directly into you, his cologne flooding your senses. It comforts you beyond anything else. The feeling of him holding you like this and protecting you from the outside world creates a sense of home between you.

He's so sweet to you and you can't appreciate him enough.

"Jungkook you're gonna make me miss my class," you remind him.

"Yeah, well, miss it." Jungkook speaks in a sultry voice, hovering over your lips. "Study me instead."

How can you deny him?

a/n: here's something sweet.

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eoieopda · 1 year

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I’d love a Drabble where namjoon takes me to see the tree lighting in NYC for the first time !! I’m a chubby reader btw!

nothing says christmas quite like mlk day! 🥴

established relationship au; ice-skating; namjoon is cold and you’re a lil clumsy, but wow does he love you.

It’s the kind of cold that shocks his system, standing in the middle of his first Manhattan winter. Namjoon had, of course, seen snow before, but not like this. So perfectly soft, falling like miniature clouds as if he’s standing in the center of a snow globe. None of the Hallmark movies you’d shown him did any of it justice.

And that’s saying something. Thanks to you, he’s seen a lot.

There aren’t adequate words to describe it, but Namjoon would settle for picturesque. Ahead, there’s an eighty-foot tree — a Norwegian spruce, he’d read — weighing fourteen tons. That’s the equivalent of eight cars, he’d told you on the subway trip over. It’s wrapped in eight kilometers’ worth of wire, bearing 50,00 LED bulbs. I feel bad for whoever pays that bill, you’d commented.

Still, Namjoon struggles to believe that anything could light up the way you had when you saw it.

Or the ice rink spread out before it. Or the crowd of people, dressed far more warmly than he was, buzzing nearly as excitedly as you. Or the pairs of ice skates Namjoon presented to you after slipping away without you — in your giddy trance — noticing his absence.

You take it all in with a wide-eyed wonder that heats him from the inside out. A warmth second only to your mitten-clad hands on his stinging bare fingers.

“I can’t make any promises that I’ll remain upright,” you warn him as you follow him onto the ice. You’re clinging to him for dear life as he glides backwards, pulling you gently with him as he goes. “But I can apologize in advance for potentially taking you down with me.”

Namjoon tries not to laugh, but it’s getting harder and harder to do. Your grin is laced with an adorable thread of panic as you wobble — a baby deer on legs you’ve just discovered for the first time — and it doesn’t dissipate as you continue moving.

He has to give you credit, though; you say yes to things that make you nervous — like this — because they make you nervous. That takes a special sort of fearlessness. The fact that you’ve got it in spades is just one of the thousand little things Namjoon loves about you.

There’s a moment where your right skate threatens to slip out from under you, but he grips you tight before that tiny squeal can properly exit your mouth. Your face burrows directly into his woefully thin jacket, where your self-effacing laughter tickles chest.

“You good, sweets?” Namjoon asks with an easy grin spreading over his face. He tilts his head to glance down at you as you glance upwards. He realizes then that he could stand perfectly still on this ice all night, looking at you instead of his surroundings, and the trip would still be worth it.

Pink-cheeked, either from the cold or your embarrassment, you return his smile. You chuckle, “I mean, I’m still upright, aren’t I?”

And even though he doesn’t care for peppermint mocha, the smell of it on your breath might be his new favorite scent. When Namjoon leans down and kisses you, it might be his favorite flavor, too.

“Think you can survive until they light it up?” He peeks at his watch, then he nods towards the tree up ahead, “Only three minutes to go.”

You nod firmly, a newfound determination taking root between the brows you furrow in concentration. “I can do it. Just — just don’t let go of my hand, okay?”

Namjoon presses a cold kiss to your forehead, just underneath your hand-knit hat, and echoes your conviction, “Wouldn’t dream of it, sweets.”

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By The Fire With Care | KSJ KTH

▻ By the Fire With Care ↳ Seokjin x Taehyung ⤜ Cabin Getaway ⤜ Snowed In Lovers/Established Relationship ⤜ Rating: MA 🔞 ⤜ WC: 2,996 ⤜ Summary: Seokjin and Taehyung were only supposed to spend a week at the cabin, but the sudden snowfall had other ideas. Their flight is grounded for at least the night, so what do they do in the meantime? With the crackle of the fire, boozy eggnog, and a few hours to spare, they enjoy one more night of self-indulgence and a little sticky fun.

⚠️ This is pure smut. Kissing, oral, anal, cum eating, praise, wax play

Part of the Bangtan Writers HQ 2022 Bangsmas - A “banging” Holiday Writing Event.

A special thank you to @downbad4yoongi for betaing and believing in me.

Can also be found on: Ao3 | Wattpad

Eggnog & Mistletoe

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Seokjin murmurs to himself as he knocks off the snow caked to his boots.

“At least we didn’t spend hours waiting at the airport before they told us our flight was canceled. Another night in this cabin won’t hurt, my parents have already said we can stay here as long as we like,” Taehyung says, kicking his own boots against the banister of the wrap-around porch to dislodge the snow.

Seokjin grunts, clearly still displeased by the turn of events. They were supposed to leave and return home today, after a week of relaxing in seclusion at Taehyung’s parent’s remote cabin in the mountains.

He turns and grabs Taehyung’s suitcase before shouldering open the door to the cabin. “It’s not that I don’t want to stay another night here, it’s just that big board meeting tomorrow that I really don’t want to miss. It’s an important planning meeting for the new merger. I don’t necessarily have to be there, but I would like to.”

Taehyung nods, more than understanding. “Hey, it’ll be okay. We’ll be on the first flight out in the morning and you can leave from the airport and go straight to the office. You’ll be there before those assholes can even think to raise an eyebrow.”

That makes Seokjin smile. “Thank you for being you,” he whispers, setting the suitcases to the side in the living room and grabbing ahold of Taehyung’s arm to tug him in close. “I love you,” he mouths against Taehyung’s lips before firmly planting a lingering kiss there.

“Mm, I love you, too. Let’s take some of these layers off and then crack open that last bottle of eggnog with the hope that no more snow falls between now and 6 am tomorrow morning.” Taehyung unwraps his scarf and shrugs off his jacket, tossing them on top of the wooden hutch by the door. He kicks off his shoes and pads away on his wool sock-clad feet that match the thin red blazer he’s still wearing.

Seokjin takes off his own jacket and knit cap, adding them to the pile of Taehyung’s things. He toes off his boots, loosens his tie, and undoes the buttons on his cardigan, not bothering to take out clothes to change just yet. “Grab the bottle of Remy Martin, too. If you’re going to make me drink eggnog, I’m at least going to enjoy it.”

Pulling out the requested bottle of cognac, Taehyung wrinkles his nose but shrugs and sets it out on the counter. The wind is picking up outside already, bringing in more snow. The weather forecast is bleak, but they’re trying to remain hopeful.

“Want to get a fire started while I make the drinks?” Taehyung asks, nodding to the cold fireplace they had cleaned out just a few hours ago.

There is a small stack of chopped wood on the back porch that Seokjin gathers into his arms, headless of the nice clothes he’s currently wearing, and deposits it into the metal grate by the brick fireplace. He grabs a few smaller pieces and gets them set up in the hearth, tucking a small bundle of tinder under it and lighting it. A few minutes later, there is a nice fire working to slowly heat the open space of the cabin.

Taehyung’s family has had this cabin for a long time, it’s filled with childhood memories and pictures. It’s become somewhat of a holiday tradition since Seokjin and Taehyung got together, seven years ago, for them to spend a week here just the two of them. But, this is the first time they’ve ended up grounded due to the snow.

“There should be enough wood to make it through the night, as long as you don’t mind cuddling up under a few blankets, too.” Seokjin gives Taehyung a coy smile, waggling a teasing eyebrow.

Taehyung laughs. “I think I can live with that compromise.” He grabs the two large mugs he prepared with the eggnog and cognac, bringing them over to the low coffee table in front of the couch.

Seokjin grabs some of the fleece blankets from the basket by the couch and begins to make a cozy palette on the floor between the coffee table and the fireplace. He grabs a small box of matches and lights the vanilla and cinnamon-scented candle in the center of the table. “Remember the first time we were here?” he asks, a soft smile curving his lips with the memory.

“How could I forget?” Taehyung says, wrapping his arms around Seokjin from behind. “You had just met my parents and spent the entire week worried you had made a bad impression. It was cute how pink your cheeks were any time I brought it up or I got a phone call from mom.”

“I was more so meaning what we did on this floor right here, but okay,” Seokjin snarks lightly, leaning back into Taehyung’s embrace.

Taehyung hums, ignoring Seokjin’s sass. “Mm, that’s also a good memory,” he muses, beginning to rock gently from side to side. “You took me in your arms and we danced under the mistletoe you snuck up in the rafters so that you could kiss me over and over while we swayed.”

“It’s still up there,” Seokjin says softly, tilting his head back on Taehyung’s shoulder to look up at the wooden beams spanning overhead and the small green and white bundle of artificial mistletoe from all those years ago.

Taehyung reaches up and cups the older man’s chin, tilting it just so. He brushes his lips along Seokjin’s jaw before slanting them over his pouty mouth. “So it is,” Taehyung whispers against his lips before deepening the kiss, prodding with his tongue until the other man opens for him.

Taehyung tastes like nutmeg with a hint of warmth from the cognac. “You taste delicious, sweetheart,” Seokjin sighs, breaking away from the kiss and turning in Taehyung’s embrace. “You know just how I like it.” He reaches down to the coffee table beside them and grabs up one of the mugs, taking an appreciative sip of the boozy eggnog.

“Should we add cognac-spiked eggnog to our holiday traditions?” Taehyung asks with a smirk. He picks up his own drink and watches Seokjin over the rim of the mug as he brings it to his mouth. Seokjin smiles, a faint line of eggnog lingering on his upper lip that Taehyung promptly swoops in and licks away, his mug suspended in the air and forgotten for the moment. “Maybe eggnog body shots?”

That makes them both laugh. “That sounds like a sticky mess,” Seokjin chuckles softly, but there is a heat in his eyes at the idea.

Taehyung nods. “Mhmm, very sticky but very fun.” He tips up his mug, draining the eggnog in a few swallows, then sets it off on the coffee table. “I know something else we can do that can be very sticky and fun.”

Seokjin slowly sips at his eggnog, tightening his hold on Taehyung’s waist a fraction. “Enlighten me, sweetheart.”

“Well,” Taehyung begins, “first, you need to finish that off.” He nods to the half-empty mug in Seokjin’s hand. With a smile, he hooks a finger under the bottom of the mug and tips it up to Seokjin’s mouth. “Open up,” his voice turns soft, husky, as he watches the cream-colored liquid slide over Seokjin’s bottom lip and onto his waiting tongue. “Just…like…that. Fuck, that’s hot, it makes me think of that one time I came in yo—ow!”

They both dissolve into breathy laughs, the finger Seokjin jabbed into Taehyung's side sliding down to hook into a belt loop and giving a playful tug. “Don’t talk about mouthfuls of cum when I’m drinking a milky substance.”

“Sorry, daddy,” Taehyung sasses.

Seokjin’s lips press into a firm line. “Watch yourself unless you want to get put across my knee.”

That makes Taehyung wince. “Fine, I’ll behave. The last time I was over your knee I couldn’t sit down for almost a week.”

“Mmm, don’t have such a tender ass and you could take more,” Seokjin teases, moving his hand down to palm Taehyung’s ass. He drains the last of his eggnog and deposits the mug beside Taehyung’s on the coffee table, bringing his hand up to join the other on Taehyung’s ass. Warmth suffuses his cheeks, a welcomed effect from the cognac and the blazing fire.

The way Taehyung presses against Seokjin, the slightest grind of his hips against the front of Seokjin’s slacks, has both men letting out soft moans. “Should I get on my knees and ask for forgiveness?” Taehyung asks, cheeks flushing pink and tongue darting out to swipe over Seokjin’s bottom lip.

“And something else,” Seokjin murmurs and takes a small step back, sliding his hands up from Taehyung’s ass to run through his thick, chocolatey hair. “If you suck my cock as well as you mouth off, I’ll consider you forgiven.”

It’s a delicate line they like to dance on, switching between who’s more dominant in situations like this. Last night Seokjin was the one on his knees, pleading for Taehyung to fuck him until he couldn’t breathe. They’ve been together so long and have explored so many different things that it’s seamless at this point. They know exactly what each other enjoys, how far they can be pushed.

“Don’t mind if I do,” Taehyung murmurs, a sly smile hooking his lips which he begins to trail along Seokjin’s jaw. “As much as I love you in a tie…” He makes quick work of the tie and Seokjin’s cardigan and shirt “Beautiful.” Taehyung takes a moment to admire Seokjin’s exposed chest and stomach. He places wet, open-mouthed kisses down Seokjin’s throat and down to his nipples. Nibbling until they’re both tight and glistening, he moves further down, finally dropping to his knees.

Seokjin tightens his grip in Taehyung’s hair. “You’re so pretty on your knees,” he says on his next breathy exhale.

Taehyung flicks open the button on Seokjin’s slacks and slowly pulls down the zipper. “Not as pretty as you are above me.” He brings his attention to the large bulge behind the taut black fabric of Seokin’s boxer briefs. “Or this,” he whispers, more to himself than anything. With slow and deliberate movements, Taehyung pushes down Seokjin’s slacks and underwear until he’s standing there in nothing but his black dress socks.

There is a moment where only the sounds of their breathing and the crackle of the fire fills the space. “I love you,” Seokjin coos, staring down at Taehyung kneeling before him.

Taehyung peers up at his beautiful boyfriend through his lashes, being deliberate in his actions as he leans forward and wraps a hand around the base of Seokjin’s shaft. Seokjin sucks in a stilted breath, his lips parted as his chest heaves. Slowly sliding his tongue out over his lips, Taehyung flicks a tiny kitten lick over the bead of precum glistening on Seokjin’s cockhead. “I love you, too,” he finally responds, grinning at the way Seokjin moans wantonly from the action.

Taking Seokjin between his lips, Taehyung does his best to take as much of him as he can. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so good at that,” Seokjin pants, using his hands in the younger man’s hair to push him a little further, groaning at the softly garbled choking sound Taehyung makes.

They work to set a perfect rhythm, one that has them both breathing heavily and moaning. Taehyung is so hard in his pants that he fumbles his freehand to get them undone so he can have more room and a bit of relief. Wrapping his hand around his aching cock, Taehyung squeezes himself in tandem with each thrust of the other man’s hips. With one final thrust, Seokjin pulls out from between Taehyung’s lips and slumps down to take his mouth in a heated kiss. “Fuck me,” Taehyung begs between kisses.

“Lay down,” Seokjin asserts, pulling away from Taehyung's mouth. Taehyung whines at the loss but quickly relaxes back, yanking off his blazer, shirt, and shucking his pants and underwear the rest of the way off. “Look at you so ready for me,” Seokjin praises, eyes roving over the straining length of Taehyung’s cock standing proud between his thighs. “Can I mark you, sweetheart?” he asks, flicking his eyes up to Taehyung’s.

Taehyung worries his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment before nodding. “I’d like that.”

Seokjin stands up and moves over to their suitcases, unzipping the side compartment on his bag and pulling out his waterproof toiletries bag. He digs around in it, finally finding what he needs, and moves back to where Taehyung is sprawled out on the blankets before the fire. He stands there, staring down at him for a moment. The way Taehyung is stretched out, knees slightly drawn up and canted to the sides, beautiful cock resting long and thick on his belly, eyes half-lidded over blown pupils; he’s utterly perfect.

Dropping down to his knees between Taehyung’s thighs, Seokjin pops the lid on the lube he just retrieved. “Ready, sweetheart?” Taehyung nods, his bottom lip caught back between his teeth. He watches as Seokjin squirts a generous amount of lube into his hand before fisting it around Taehyung’s cock.

Taehyung’s eyes flutter shut for a moment as he fights against the ecstasy of finally having his cock touched. The anticipation has heightened the thrill, sending small pulses of pleasure straight to where Taehyung aches between Seokjin’s long, slender fingers.

Those fingers work over Taehyung’s cock a few times before slipping down and finding the tight pucker of muscle below. “Ah, fuck,” Taehyung grunts as Seokjin begins to work a finger inside of him. He’s gentle and takes care to not go too fast, slowly working Taehyung open until he can get another finger in beside the first.

“That’s it, sweetheart, you’re doing so well. You’ll be ready to take my cock soon.” Seokjin continues with a soft litany of praises and encouragement until he’s worked three fingers into Taehyung’s tight ass. “So perfect.”

“Jin,” Taehyung moans, hands fisting into the blankets beneath him.

“Stroke your cock for me,” Seokjin says, giving him a small smile of encouragement. Taehyung brings a shaky hand up and wraps his fingers around himself, gasping as he strokes up and then back down. “Good, but don’t cum yet.” Taehyung nods, eyes going blurry from the intensity of the pleasure.

Seokjin watches as Taehyung’s ass flutters when he pulls his fingers free. Grabbing the lube, he coats his own cock with a generous amount. “Fuck,” Taehyung whines. “Please fuck me, Jinnie, I don’t know how much longer I can wait.”

“Shh, sweetheart, patience. It won’t be long now,” Seokjin promises as he reaches back with his free hand and grabs the candle from the coffee table. Being careful so as not to spill, Seokjin cradles the base of the candle and lofts it above Taehyung’s chest and stomach. He positions his cock against Taehyung’s ass, giving a gentle nudge that has the other man arching up and working his cock harder with his fist.

“Oh god,” Taehyung whimpers at the first trickle of hot wax touching his skin at the same time Seokjin begins to press inside his ass. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” A dribble of precum slips out to mix with the lube covering his cock as he squeezes the base to hold off on his own orgasm.

“Perfect,” Seokjin gasps, his hips finally pressing firmly against the other man’s ass. They both pant, taking in the creamy white wax in the shape of a heart covering Taehyung’s chest and stomach. He carefully sets the now snuffed-out candle on the floor, away from the puddle of blankets under them.

Taehyung wraps his legs around Seokjin’s waist, encouraging him to move. Bracing one hand on Taehyung’s hip and the other on the top of his thigh, Seokjin begins with a slow and drawn-out thrust and works into a steady, grinding slide in and out.

The hand Taehyung has around his own cock picks back up, matching the rhythm of Seokin’s hips. “It feels so good,” Taehyung moans. “You’re going to make me cum!”

“Are you going to cum all over yourself, make yourself all sticky and filthy so I’ll have to clean you up?” Seokjin works his hips faster, adding just the slightest swirling flare as he fucks into Taehyung’s ass in a way that he knows drives him crazy. “Cum for me, let me see it.”

A mix between a sob and a moan wrenches itself out of Taehyung with the first rope of cum that lances across his skin and the hardened wax still covering his stomach and chest. “Jin!” he cries, his body tensing around Seokjin’s cock in a way that has his own release barreling through him.

“Tae, oh god, fuck!” Seokjin grunts, his body jerking and his knees quivering, barely able to keep him upright. He has barely pulled out of Taehyung before he’s greedily lapping up the mess of cum spread over his skin. Seokjin hums in appreciation until he’s licked up every last drop. “I love the way you taste,” he murmurs, nuzzling and nibbling along Taehyung’s half-hard cock.

“If you keep that up I’m going to get hard again and I’m too tired to fuck you right now,” Taehyung huffs, wrapping a fistful of Seokjin’s hair around his fingers and tugging until he relents and crawls up beside him.

“I’ll give you some time to rest,” Seokjin muses lightly, cuddling up against Taehyung and pulling one of the fleece blankets over them both. “How about we enjoy the fire for a bit, maybe have another cup of eggnog, then I’ll run you a bath using that lavender bubble bath you like so much. After that, once you’re good and relaxed, I’ll beg you to fuck me until the sun peaks over the mountain.”

#bts #bts smut #bts fanfic #taejin #bts seokjin #bts taehyung #seokjin smut #taehyung smut #taejin smut #holiday vacation #snowed in #bts established relationship au #bangtanwhq

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hyungieyoongi · 2 years

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Promise

Pairing: Jin x Reader

Genre: Fluffiest of fluff + established relationship + Jin teaches reader to snowboard

Word Count: 750+

“Sweetheart, darling, love of my life, Y/N-ie,” Jin whined as he tried in vain to pull you out of your chair. His hands gripped yours as he attempted to make you move, but you planted your feet firmly into the soft powder snow under your boots, shaking your head adamantly.

“No way. Nooo way, Jin. I will break something. My arm. My ankle. I will not walk away from this unscathed I swear.” Jin rolled his eyes at your dramatics, huffing in frustration.

“We can just stick to the bunny slope, babe. You promised you’d try snowboarding with me.”

“That was until I saw that kid fall straight on his face! He got a bloody nose and everything.”

“Okay, but you have better coordination than a 10-year-old,” Jin argued.

You scoffed, crossing your arms stubbornly.

Jin pinched your nose to get your attention, making you yelp.

“I promise to not let you fall on this cute face of yours. I will protect your nose,” Jin said sweetly, refusing to give up. “If you fall and get a bloody nose like that kid who fell, I will let you punch me in my handsome face so we can match.”

“Kim Seokjin! That’s ridiculous. I’m not going to punch you.”

“And I’m not going to let you fall. See, can’t you just trust me?” Jin grabbed your hand once again, this time successfully dragging you—albeit begrudgingly—to your feet.

He walked you and your snowboard over to a quiet area of the bunny hill, you following warily behind him. Jin helped strap you into your holds on the board, your hands holding onto his shoulders to steady your balance as he leaned down to fix the buckles, his muscles flexing under your fingers.

“Are you ready?” Jin asked.

“Um, no, I thought I made that clear,” you bit back, though it lacked any real animosity. Your eyes shifted away from his gaze, nerves and anxiety swirling in your head at the thought of making a fool of yourself doing something Jin loved to do.

Jin stepped closer to you, boots crunching under the snow, gloved hand coming up to tilt your chin to look at him.

“Hey, I mean it when I say I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise you’re safe with me,” Jin said quietly, his sincerity making your cheeks flush.

“You sure I won’t break a bone or something?”

Jin buckled your helmet under your chin, getting you ready.

“If you do, I’ll spend every minute at your side giving you anything you want to make you feel better.”

You removed your glove, holding out your pinky for him to lock in his promise.

“Can’t back out of the deal now, Kim,” you warned. Jin laughed, removing his own glove to wrap your pinky with his, firmly agreeing to his promise.

Pulling away from his grip, you wobbled slightly on your board. Jin was quick to move his hands to your waist to steady you.

“Careful,” Jin scolded gently, waiting a beat to make sure you were stable before moving to buckle into his own board behind you.

“Look at that, my snowboard instructor is already mad at me, and we haven’t even started,” you teased.

“Oh, is that so?” Jin smirked. You couldn’t see the mischievous look on his face, but you knew that tone of voice all too well.

“Jin, I swear. Don’t. You. Dare,” you warned.

“Princess, we’re just getting started,” Jin teased, suddenly grabbing hold of your hand, pulling you down the small hill with him. Your board started gliding smoothly on the snow, buckled-in feet pushing you forward despite your frozen state. You let out a small screech of surprise, closing your eyes in anticipation of a fall to the ground, hand gripping Jin’s as tight as you could manage.

To your surprise, the fall you expected never came. Instead, you came to a gradual stop, Jin slowing you both down as you come to the bottom of the bunny slope. You opened your eyes, surprised to see all of your limbs still intact.

Jin wrapped his arms around you from behind, scooting his board forward so it knocked against yours.

“See? I told you that you were safe with me,” Jin said quietly.

“I guess you’re right. That wasn’t so bad,” you admitted grumpily. Your boyfriend let out a laugh at your change of heart, unbuckling his board so he could trudge back up the hill with you.

“Round two?” he asked, helping you pick up your board from the ground.

“Still promise to keep me safe?”

“Always.”

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httpknjoon · 3 months

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(re)starting over again | kth; 13

plot | Your four-year relationship with Taehyung was going well and strong. Until he was involved in a car accident, resulting to him losing some memories. By some, it means everything that happened five years ago. Things he remember? His friends, his bakeshop, and his ex girlfriend from the past. With that, you tried to keep up, restarting over again.

words | 3.8K+

genres | fluff, angst, amnesia au

pairing | taehyung x reader

note | it's been so long! let me know what u think of this one. enjoy!

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Maybe it was a sign.

After two years of focusing on other aspects of your life, you finally opened yourself up for getting into the dating game. But, nothing has been fruitful in these last three dates you have gone to. Or Martha is just a bad matchmaker.

Well, it’s not her fault your date cannot come tonight. Your date, Jung Hoseok, was not able to show up tonight. You had to wait for almost thirty minutes in that chair, with your ex-boyfriend in front of you with his own date, before Hoseok called to say that he was needed in the hospital all of a sudden.

“Hey, YN?” You can sense how gentle his tone is when you answer the call.

“Uh, hey.” you chuckled awkwardly, easing off the twist you could feel in your stomach. “Where are you?”

Then, you heard a small sigh from the other line followed by a sentence, “I’m on my way back to the hospital. I’m sorry.”

“Oh…”

Your heart dropped. You felt your shoulder deflating with that sad, pathetic sound you hear from a balloon when air slowly empties. Not knowing what to say, you waited for him to say something.

“I’m really, really sorry, YN. I am so excited to meet you but I got a call from the hospital and there was this big road accident. They needed me back there. I’m so sorry.” he explained.

Pursing your lips, you looked down your lap, “It’s fine, I understand.”

No second thoughts, you just replied that. You used to work in the same field as him. Of course, you know how hectic and stressful working in the hospital can be, particularly in the emergency department, where Martha said he works.

“I’m really sorry. I promise to make it up to you. Thank you so much, YN. I appreciate it so much.”

“No problem.” you hung up. You took one last sip in the cold glass of water.

Don’t look at him. Don’t look at–

Stubborn, your eyes rolled to your side, where you can see him without really moving your head. A boxy smile is formed on Taehyung’s lips while he chat with the woman in front of him. You can only see the lady’s back but you can tell that the two are having a great time with each other’s company.

Well, at least one is having a great date.

When you became conscious of your nose flaring, you looked away and decided to go. The host instantly met your eyes, where you see the last thing you want to see from someone: an apologetic smile. You returned it with a forced smile.

“He had an emergency,” you told him with an awkward chuckle even though he didn’t say anything.

He nods as he helps you with your coat, “That’s a shame.”

“I know. My best friend even picked this pretty dress for this date.” you quipped in an attempt to lighten up the conversation. The host laughed at that. You turned to him as you fixed your beige-colored coat, “Anyway, I’ll go back here next time with him.”

You walk out of Starry Night and almost instantly, your smile fades away from your lips. You hoped Taehyung didn’t notice you leaving. Maybe he didn’t, he is on a date. Of course, he won’t pay attention to someone who left him and never showed up again after saying that she would come back to their house to talk—

Stop.

Those rambling thoughts almost suffocated you within seconds as you got lost in it, making you shake your head. Your jaw tightened before you reached for your phone. I should just go home. You click on the app to look for your ride. And within a few seconds, you spotted someone just right around your location.

“This one’s just a few minutes away–”

“YN?”

You froze, index finger a few millimeters close to touching your phone screen as you were about to book for a ride. He didn’t have to repeat your name again just so you could tell who said it. Before saying anything, you turned around. Your eyes widened while your shoulders raised, acting surprised. It was probably a lame try.

“H-Hey!” you greeted him, tone a bit higher than normal.

“I thought you were already gone.” he chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “Long time no see! How are you? Why are you outside?”

“Oh, uhm, I’m fine. I’m actually going home. How about you?”

“I’m about to go too. I just came here from Seoul to meet someone,” he replied. “I actually drove coming here.”

Your eyebrows raised in real surprise, “Oh, you’re driving again?”

“Yeah, it became handy since the bakery now does ‘For Delivery’ orders. I do the delivery job most of the time.”

You nodded in delight, “That’s really great. It’s nice to hear the bakery is growing more successful.”

You smiled, hoping that he felt your sincerity, and Taehyung replied with a small thank you. His hands were in his pants’ pockets while you rubbed your hands together, both looking around. For a few seconds, you two waited for someone to say something. But no one did. This invincible, empty space between you two grew bigger in a short silence. You can only hear the jazz music from the restaurant inside and the crickets which are somewhere outside tonight.

You took that time to scan your eyes from his shoes to every feature of him you always notice. He seemed taller, maybe because of the shoes. His shoulders did look a bit broader, making you wonder if he began going to the gym again. His cheeks still seem soft but slimmer than the last time you saw him. You hope he’s been eating well, and taking care of himself. His hair did not change much. He still keeps the same length. Not too short, not too long. And when your eyes travel back to his eyes, your heartbeat stops when you realize he is looking directly back at you. In a snap, you turned your eyes away.

“So… you said you are going home?” he recalled, breaking the smothering silence.

You nodded, “Yeah, I’m just waiting for my ride.”

Liar. You haven’t even booked a ride yet. Well, you were just about to if he didn’t suddenly show up.

“Or I could just drive you home?” he offered, making you look at him.

“You’re driving back to Seoul, right?”

“Yeah, why?” he asked, nonchalantly.

“It will take you longer to drive back home. It can take an hour,” you told him as you know how far these two cities are from each other.

But he shrugged it off, “It’s fine, I don’t mind.”

For someone who just ran in with an ex unexpectedly, he seems to be handling this better than you.

Because it was just strange for you. Happy? Sad? Scared? Neither of those. Admittedly, you were surprised when you saw him inside. But now, talking to him, you just don’t know what to feel. You were never prepared for what to do when you see him again. For hell’s sake, you stopped planning this last two years. You just let things happen and never expected life would send Taehyung to Incheon while waiting for your date– Wait, date!

“But how about your date? Are you not going to drive her home?” you asked, recalling the woman he was chatting with earlier.

Why is he even here? He should be with her right now. Did he forget about her?

Expecting a different reaction, you were confused when he narrowed his eyes as he said, “Date? What date?”

Your brows furrowed, “Weren’t you just on a date with someone inside?”

“Hmm...” a tight smile formed on his lips, making you assume that you were right about him forgetting his date. But he continued, “Do you mean Ashley? She’s a client who wants to have my cakes on her restaurant’s menu.”

“Oh.”

It was like a bucket of cold water splashed over you. If you can just facepalm yourself right now without looking stupid, you would. Instead, you looked down and grimaced at your dumb assumption, remembering how you spent your free time while waiting earlier wondering and eyeing him and his date.

On the other hand, Taehyung has to bite his cheek to stop himself from smiling at your flustered reaction. He felt like what happened broke the tension that had been lingering between you and him. His heart has not stopped beating like crazy ever since he talked to you five minutes ago. His hands, that are still in his pockets, were trembling that you might notice it so he kept them there. He really didn’t think this through when he approached you.

It took you a few more seconds to look at him again. This time, with a look he recognized from one of the photos he saw in the photo album before. It was an apologetic, guilty expression that he finds adorable.

“I’m sorry. I thought that you were on a date.”

He shook his head side by side, “I don’t– I’m not.”

He had to stop himself from saying he doesn’t date or did not date anyone ever since you two went separate ways. It may sound like he has been miserable this past couple of years– he’s not. He just doesn’t feel like putting himself out there again. Especially when he feels like he has some unfinished things from his past relationship. But he was relieved to see you here. He can tell you’re doing great.

The color, the brand, the familiar fruity scent of air freshener.

These were the first things you noticed as soon as you got in his car. You almost felt comfortable in the passenger seat since everything was almost the same as his old car when you two were still together. Even after the whole accident, he ended up choosing the same things he chose before he forgot those five years of his life.

“So… when did you start driving again?” you asked to fill the empty silence while he drove, following the address you typed in his GPS.

“Just a year ago. Jimin was worried at first but eventually became supportive,” he replied, smiling at you when he mentioned his best friend.

“It’s funny, you have almost the same car you have years ago.”

You don’t know why, but you felt like saying that. It was totally in contrast to how quiet you were about your relationship with the people you met here. You avoided talking about your past relationship with Taehyung, specifically the accident and its aftermath, ever since you moved to Incheon. The friends you made here barely know about him. They know that you were in a long-term relationship years ago but they are not aware of the accident and why you two broke up.

“Huh, really?” Taehyung kept his eyes on the road but you could tell he was interested to hear more about it.

“Yeah, it has the same color and brand. I can even tell you the air freshener you used because you like the same ones from that Japanese brand.” you quipped, chuckling.

“Okay, what is it?” he challenged you.

You didn’t even waste a second to answer, “Air Spencer, the Squash one. But it smells like citrus. You like it because it’s strangely boosting your mood and you don’t know why.”

Taehyung laughed at that, agreeing, “And until now, I don’t know why! But I just bought it when I saw it while shopping months ago.”

“You were curious about its packaging?” you guessed.

“Yep.” Taehyung smiled. “And I think it was the best purchase I made for this car.”

You laughed at that before recalling a similar sentence from the back of your head.

“See– I mean, smell! Don’t it smell good?”

Taehyung opened the door to his car’s passenger seat after waiting for you to finish your graveyard shift for almost an hour. When you were on your short break, you two exchanged texts and he brought up this topic: after almost a year of looking for a good air freshener. He bragged about this air freshener until your break ended since he was so sure that you would love it too, knowing that you get dizzy if he used those strong scents.

You cannot help but laugh with his childish enthusiasm, “Okay, okay! Let me take it in for a minute.”

You smiled and he watched you calmly inhaling the fresh citrus scent. Then, you slowly opened your eyes. For a thrill, you kept a plain expression on your face.

“And? What do we think?” he asked.

You raised your hand with a thumbs-up, grinning. “This one’s great! Keep it.”

“I knew it! Okay, this is officially my best purchase of the year.” he quipped before turning the key to start the car.

You softly smiled at the memory. It felt easy remembering it now and the same as talking to Taehyung about the past now. Strange. You remembered how many times you stopped yourself from talking too much about it before when Taehyung got back from the hospital.

“Can I ask something?” Taehyung said as he stopped for a red light in an empty intersection. He took the time to glance at you.

“Yeah, sure.” you shifted on your seat, feeling more comfortable now.

“What you were doing in the restaurant alone?”

You looked away as you replied, “I… I was supposed to meet up with someone.”

“A date?”

The traffic light turned green and he kept his eyes on the road when he asked that. Even though Taehyung denies it, he felt something in his gut while waiting for you to answer. There is just something in him heightening that just wants to hear a confirmation that yes, you are dating someone.

“Yup.”

His stomach dropped as he held the steering wheel firmer.

You continued, “But he had a work emergency. So, he had to skip tonight.”

“Oh, what’s his job?

If your boyfriend prioritizes his job over you, then–

“He’s a doctor, working in the emergency department. So, I understand when he called and explained earlier.” you cut off any thought he had.

A nurse and a doctor. That seems to fit perfectly for each other.

“How long have you two been dating?”

“Oh, no. We’re not dating dating. Tonight was supposedly our first date. My friend from work set us up for a blind date. They have been trying so hard to get me into a relationship for months now after I agreed earlier this year. But so far, nothing great has been happening.” you joked as you looked outside the window.

Do you know how comfortable you must be to talk to an ex about your current status in dating?

But this is easy.

Talking with him. Maybe because you two haven’t seen each other for a couple of years. You feel okay telling him everything. Or maybe because it was just with him. It was like you were talking with the guy you met years ago. But whatever the reason is, you prefer this whole conversation to the ones you two had after the accident.

“Well, I haven’t been in the dating scene for a long time. I am just focusing on the bakery. I already lost count of customers who want to set me up with their daughters and granddaughters.”

Taehyung brought up his own dating status after you opened up yours. You were being honest, he can feel it. And it would be unfair if he didn’t reciprocate the same thing. The fear he had to look miserable when admitting he didn’t date anyone after you faded when you opened up about your own status– without looking miserable at all. Just honest.

“Really? Why did you never get into one?” you asked.

And even though Taehyung can think of a good reason in the back of his head, he only replies with the same reply he said to everyone who asked him before.

“Eh, I don’t feel like it.”

“There. That’s my building.”

You pointed your index finger to your apartment building after Taehyung took a left turn. He looks at the white, five-floored building, sticking out like a sore thumb as it stands between high towers of buildings. He slowed down and stopped in front of the said building. He waited for you to remove the seatbelt before calling your name. You look at him.

“Hey… uhm, The shop might have a small celebration in Seoul after the whole contract signing thing and I was hoping that maybe you can come? I’m sure Jimin would invite you too if he was the one who met with Ashley tonight. You can also bring some friends from here if you want to.” he suggested, trying to maintain his composure as he spoke.

It took you a few seconds to respond. You looked at him then looked away for a few moments. Then, looked back at him again. It lasted for only less than a minute. But Taehyung felt like it was the longest one minute of his life until you nodded.

“That sounds nice. I’ll think about it…” you replied, not really wanting to commit to a final answer tonight. “But thank you so much for driving me home.”

“No problem. You're welcome.”

You got out of the car with your purse in your hand. The cool breeze blew your hair and you had to tuck it at the back of your ear as you took one last peek down to the open window. You have this small smile on your lips that just brought warmth to his chest.

“I didn’t change my number. Did you?” you asked.

He shook his head for an answer.

“Then, I’ll reach out if I can celebrate with you guys. Okay?”

The last time you told him something about reaching out, you ended up typing and erasing letters in your phone a thousand times. But now that you two met each other incidentally, maybe you will find it easier to send him a text.

“Okay. It was nice seeing you again, YN.”

A faint smile formed on his lips, revealing those familiar smile lines you used to trace years ago. You reciprocated it.

“Yeah, you too. Drive safely back to Seoul.”

Turning your back, you walked to your building. You thought about how tonight was unexpected. Running to an ex you never saw for the last two years and how amicable everything between you two is, considering how you went on separate ways. Before opening the door, you turned around. Surprised to see him still there, you chuckled and gave him a small wave.

He waved back. And when he sees you getting into your building, Taehyung begins to drive away. The same smile stays on his face unconsciously. He hummed along to the pop song from the radio. Just when he was driving along the long highway back to Seoul, his phone rang. He accepted the call after seeing who it was.

“Hey, I’m on my way back,” Taehyung stated.

“Oh, okay. How was tonight?” Jimin inquired, still unaware of unforeseen events that happened.

With his head on the clouds with whom he just spent the last thirty minutes, Taehyung replied, “It was… unanticipated.”

“Huh?”

Confused, that was the only thing his best friend managed to say. That’s when Taehyung snapped out to reality.

“Oh, I’ll tell you about it tomorrow. But it went great.”

“Taehyung told me everything.”

Almost two weeks after you broke things off with Taehyung and moved into your new apartment, you found an unexpected guest on your doorstep. Jimin holds a familiar box of their own bakeshop cake as he offers a sympathetic smile on his face.

“Then, Jisoo told me where you moved,” he explained further before you pushed your door wider to let him in.

You still haven’t changed from your work clothes since you only got home like ten minutes ago from your new job. You see him looking around your place and you are glad your home isn’t as messy as it was days ago. Then, he turns to you.

“I brought you this carrot cake as a gift. I know you love Taehyung’s cheesecake but we ran out of those today.” he quipped, handing you the box.

“I like your carrot cake too. Don’t worry. Thank you, Jimin.” you smiled but it slowly faded, “I’m sorry if it was too sudden.”

Your voice sounded small as you apologized. Knowing Jimin for years now, he became one of your closest friends too through Taehyung. You knew he was probably surprised too when he learned about what happened between you and his best friend. You thought that maybe he was mad too.

But instead, Jimin sighed and opened his arms for you. You sighed too before hugging him. It felt warm and comforting.

“You don’t need to say sorry. You don’t owe anyone anything,” he said. “I came by to check how are you. You’re my friend too, you know?”

And before you could answer, he spoke again, “Actually, how about we talk about this over food?”

That’s how you two ended up having a one-on-one conversation in a McDonald’s parking lot for hours. You opened up about your feelings and thoughts the last few days before Jisoo’s wedding and how you reacted after learning about Taehyung meeting Lily. Thirty-four minutes past eight in the evening, you ended up telling your side. Empty ketchup packets lay on the hood of Jimin’s car next to crumpled burger wrapping papers. You and Jimin leaned on the car.

“I just felt like we need to be apart. I’m burning out, I needed to get away. We needed to be on our own.” you exhaled.

“But what if his memories come back?”

There was never a time you thought about that question every time you felt down since the accident. It made you stay before. But you later figured out that hope is tiring you out and you cannot give anything from you anymore.

“I cannot hold on to a what-if, Jimin,” you replied. “I thought I could. But he’s in another timeline and I don’t exist in that part of his life. As much as I want to stay with him, I know that he’s still thinking of something else from his past.”

Reality hurts, and sometimes honesty too. You just sighed with how melancholy that realization made you days before deciding to leave Seoul.

“I know, I’m sorry. I just…” you looked at Jimin when he had to pause and take a deep breath to speak again. “I really hate how that accident changed everything for you guys.”

You took a sip from your Sprite, looking at a distance, “I know.”

Me too.

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RECOMMENDED BTS FICS OF SEPTEMBER 2023💖

hello, hello! here are my bts recs of september! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

Head Over Skates || @mercurygguk🔞💔🔄

↳ in which jeon jungkook is the captain of the hockey team and one of the biggest fuckboys on campus. you hate his guts and he knows it – that's why he's more than determined to make the most of three weeks of project work. you're convinced it's going to be the end of you.

My Heart Did || @aseaofyoongi🔞💔✅

↳ as soon as senior years comes to an end a lot of teens shed who we were and strive to be flourish into a more polished version of themselves. although, broken hearts aren’t so quick to heal what happens when thoughts reveal all we need to know?

Bad Idea || @back2bluesidex🔞💕✅

↳ Accepting Jungkook's invitation to watch him train topless was such a bad idea.

Don't Tell Me That... You Forgot || @sweetiestokkie💕✅

↳ (short summary that i have come up with since there wasnt one, but oc plans a secret birthday for jk. so we have a lil ol angy jjk.)

Just The Tip? || @joon4eva🔞💕✅

↳ you and namjoon are left alone together for a little too long. or: in your childhood home, you learn just how much is really "just the tip" with namjoon.

My Flower || @i-am-baechu💕✅💯

↳ Men don’t get enough flowers. That’s why whenever it’s Namjoon’s birthday, Y/N always sends flowers (someone please get me a boo so that i can give them flowers.)

Socks || @hisunshiine💕✅

↳ (theres no summary but if we talking about socks, his god dam toe socks lives in my mind rent free and i need it to start paying rent.)

Take Care Of You || @kookslastbutton🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ To keep your fiance from burning out you suggest a weekend getaway to Gapyeong, a charming town about an hour outside Seoul. You've specifically asked him to leave his work equipment at home but like a deep rooted habit, he still brings it with him. You're left with no choice but to find a way to get his attention back.

When I Say Forever || @kookslastbutton🔞💕✅💯

↳ Today’s your wedding day and the slightly shy yet handsome, doe-eyed stranger who chased after you when you dropped your wallet on the street three years ago just happens to be the man standing before you today.

7 Hybrids Moved In With Me || @lillsisamarshmallow💕💔🔄

↳ When the dog hybrid who visits her bakery starts taking extra food Y/N follows it through the alleys to find out why, but what happens when she stumbles upon an empty alley only to find 6 more hybrids and some very familiar pastries?

Entangled || @caelesjjk🔞✅💯

↳ Jeon Jungkook is Spider-Man.

Hold Me Together || @casuallyimagining💕🔄💯

↳ a collection of drabbles and headcanons featuring seokjin, yoongi, and namjoon and their significant others.... all of whom have chronic illnesses. each piece can be read on its own or as part of a series.

Leaked || @btsficsandsuch💕💔✅

↳ Req by OP's Followers: Hi ,I love your writing so much . Can I request a ot7 × platonic fem reader where they became friends accidentally and she is also their fan but something happens like a misunderstanding of sorts and she is blamed or something then when the truth comes out they ask for her forgiveness but don't make her forgive them easily also include an accident in between story if you can. Sorry if it's too confusing .have a good day

Stars Around My Scars || @vanteggukie💕💔🔄

↳ people are not always what they seem. you learned that the hard way, when you caught your boyfriend cheating, the night that was supposed to be one of the best ones you ever experienced. but on the same night you also learned that in everything bad, there’s always a little bit of good.

Rainy Days || @rklve🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ your life choices left not only yours, but jungkook's heart broken in peaces. now you're back in town, and just like pluto, even if it's cold and dark, he tends to orbit around his sun forever.

Taste Of His Own Medicine || @btsficsandsuch💔✅💯

↳ You suddenly have to leave to go back to your home country for a few months. Yoongi decides to ignore you so you decide to show him how it feels when he realizes you’re gone.

The Back Up Plan || @btsgotjams27💕✅💯

↳ one drunken night leads to an agreement that if you and jungkook are still single by 30, you'd marry each other. the only thing is jungkook has been doing everything he can to keep you single.

Aphrodite In War || @jungblue🔞💕💔🔄

↳ Everyone knew about the war that had been brewing on the edge of campus for the past two years. Sorority versus Fraternity; a showdown for the ages. However, when the escalating antics between them yields the consequence of possible suspensions for both chapters, the presidents of each house must come together to try and figure out how to end this battle… Which is kind of hard, considering they were the ones responsible for it in the first place.

Basic Needs || @gggukniverse🔞✅💯

↳ missing sex while being stuck in your apartment with your two roommates during quarantine is being the worst nightmare you could've imagined. fortunately, you're not the only one who's touch starved.

Safety Net || @pradaksj🔞💕💔✅

↳ on new year’s eve, you and jungkook reflect on each other’s entire year together.

Heart-On || @junghelioseok🔞✅💯💯

↳ your one-night stand definitely isn’t relationship material, but maybe—just maybe—your manager’s son is. (this is part of their serendipity series, make note that its not connected. do check out their jjk fic thats part of this series!!)

Territorial || @bonny-kookoo🔞💕🔄

↳ Who would've known that the big bad wolf isn't actually all that bad?

Do check out all of the other BTS Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

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TUTUS AND TIARAS!

Synopsis— What Iseul says Jungkook does, besides tutus and tiaras are not that bad…

“Did Iseul lose a tooth? Why is Kook dressed as the tooth fairy?”

pairings: dilf!jungkook x fem!oc

genre: found family! married au!

warnings: just super cute fluff, Jungkook literally doing anything Iseul tells him to do, cuss words, mentions of sex.

a/n: I missed writing their lil family :( welcome Jia to the family!! I love them so much… I hope you guys do too🥹

“Let’s be honest, I look sexy as fuck.” Your husband runs his hand over his body; a snort escapes past your lips, which gets glared at in return from Jungkook who’s in a pink tutu and pink tiara he stole from Iseul.

“Not only is he full of himself, but he’s delusional as fuck as well… great.” Ari shakes her head, as you take a picture secretly beside her with Iseul and Ye Joon clapping their hands happily on your lap.

Jungkook’s Calvin Klein boxers are visible to everyone in the room; the only thing barely covering him is the very small pink tutu that his daughter put on him, and she didn’t have to ask twice; everyone knew anything Iseul wanted she got. The small charm necklace lays tightly on his neck like a choker, shirtless, his tattoos in full display, the tiny tiara sits prettily on his messy hair.

“I can a hundred percent see your balls.” Hoseok sighs, as he rubs a hand through his hair. Giving his girlfriend a small tight-lip smile, which might translate as an apology for dragging her into this little family dynamic.

Jia still remembers meeting all of you on Christmas Eve dinner; to say she felt immediately welcomed was somewhat calming to her. She usually took super long to trust someone and open up, but meeting all of you sent her a sense of comfort whenever she was in everyone’s presence.

“Okay, I feel like I need to warn you before opening the door…” Hoseok softly chuckles, which causes steam to come out of his mouth from how cold it was.

Jia raises an eyebrow, “are they that bad?” She asks.

“Nothing to be scared of; they just love really hard…” He smiles at his girlfriend, who only nods in return, slightly feeling nervous since she knew that whoever was behind that door meant so much to the boy she had fallen in love with. “And besides, they are a little crazy too…” he shrugs before clicking on the doorbell to your and Jungkook’s house.

Hoseok moves the container full of chocolate chip cookies cut into cute Christmas decorations to his other hand, then takes Jia’s hand right after squeezing softly.

The door opens as you stand happily behind it; eyes lighting up when you see the couple in the entrance. “Hi! Happy Christmas Eve!” You quickly hug Hoseok, which he returns, wrapping his arms around your frame giving your back a small pat before separating.

“And you must be Jia, you’re prettier in person.” You open your arms before throwing yourself into a hug without thinking. Without a second thought, Jia hugs back.

“Come in; everyone is already here, we’re just waiting for Seokjin and Lora.” You part away from Jia, who’s smiling back at you before following behind you inside.

“Y/n said you had to share!” A boy throws himself onto the raven boy who’s hovering over the last cookie pack; he has been hiding from everyone. “Okay and? This is the last pack!” He shouts back as they both tackle on the couch, the cookie pack flying onto the floor.

“I’ve got a hundred on Kookie; who’s in?” The blonde girl says as she chews on the cookies from the packet that they’re fighting for.

“Done betting on Jungkook after No Nut November, thousand-dollar mistake. Motherfucker couldn’t last twenty-four hours.” Another guy comes in from the back and sighs loudly as the blonde girl nods before passing the pretty girl beside her a cookie.

Jia couldn’t explain how her body and mind instantly relaxed after witnessing the whole situation unfolding in front of her; she saw how you quickly intervened, separating the two boys before giving the raven boy with a tattoo sleeve a swat before snatching the cookie pack from the two girls’ reach and walking back to her.

She watched as the blonde girl passed a hundred bucks to a boy on her right. Before turning their attention to her.

“Hi, I’m Eunbi!” The blonde girl smiled warmly, “Happy Christmas Eve! I’m Ari.” The other girl beside her says, standing up and coming Jia’s way for a hug. “We’re huggers here!” Ari giggles.

“Taehyung,” He goes in for a hug as well, “I’m Jimin!” The boy who was just hovering over Jungkook smiles softly at Jia, going in for a hug as well.

“Jeon Jungkook, extrovert, DILF extraordinaire.” He says standing next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist. “This motherfu…” You groan alongside everyone. “Here he goes again,” “He’s not allowed to introduce himself anymore.” “Can we throw him away?” All of them mutter under their breaths.

“Please ignore him; I’m y/n and I’m stuck with him for the rest of my life.” You roll your eyes as you motion to the guy beside you.

“You sure as hell are.” He puffs,

“Stop looking at my balls!” Jungkook covers his lower part with his hand before shouting, “Tae come out now!”

That’s when everyone gasps loudly, his wife’s jaw dropping to the floor sending Jimin into a fit of laughter. “And I thought Jungkook’s outfit was bad; I can’t! Someone record this shit right now.” Jimin laughs, throwing his head back as he clutches his stomach.

“Sending this to the family group chat ASAP; I need to see what Lora got to say about this.” You laugh as you take a picture of your husband and Taehyung side by side, Jungkook smiling with two thumbs up while Taehyung holds his balls tightly.

Taehyung stands beside your husband in a pair of pink leotards and sheer stockings a little too small for his large figure and has his two hands in front of his private parts. “It’s up my ass I’m afraid…” Taehyung states which sends the group into a large fit of laughter, the kids who suggested the fashion show are currently giggling and clapping their hands non-stop for their daddies.

“Take it off! I can’t breathe..” Ari clutches her stomach as she presses her legs together, as she’s about to pee herself. A loud ding is heard from everyone’s phones, “Lora said, ‘I didn’t know Tae took ballet classes?’ ‘Did Iseul lose a tooth? Why is Kook dressed as the tooth fairy?” You read out loud laughing between words.

“Oh, she’s so real,” Jia says between laughs as she watches Taehyung waddle away with Jungkook running behind him.

“I can’t believe I’m tied to this family for the rest of my life.” Eunbi fake wipes her tears as she sniffles, before snatching Jimin’s last cookie.

“Dada!!” Iseul says loudly when Jungkook comes back running down the stairs with a new cookie packet, “hi my baby” Jungkook’s eyes widened as he picks Iseul up from your lap and showering her cheeks with wet kisses. Iseul giggles in his arms trying to push him away.

“The day when Iseul grows up and doesn’t want Jungkook’s kisses—“ Yoongi tries saying, “I’m not listening, I’m not listening.” Jungkook starts screaming, sending Ye Joon and Iseul into a giggling mess as they both put their hands over their ears, copying him.

You watch with a big smile on your face. You truly had no idea how you ended up sitting on this couch surrounded by the people that you loved more than anything else in the world. You watch your husband with your daughter in his arms as he passes Iseul half of a cookie before going back to arguing with Yoongi about how Iseul will one day grow up, and she’ll be her own person that one day won’t ever listen to her dad ever again.

“In fact, Iseul might grow up before you do,” Taehyung says, patting Jungkook’s back as he walks beside him. The tights and leotard long discarded and replaced with jeans and a shirt before dropping in the middle of you and his wife on the couch, putting his arm around Ari.

“I’m done with all of you! Everyone out!” Jungkook pouts, pointing to the door. “You for real ain’t kicking us out?” Hoseok questions, laughing only to be met with a serious look on Jungkook’s face.

“Out. I’m trying to fuck my wife.” Jungkook says casually, not before covering Iseul’s ears.

And without a second thought, everyone stood up, collected their things, and made their way to the door. “Oh, we’re actually leaving?” Jia asks, confused about why everyone is suddenly in a rush to leave.

“You weren’t here at the time, but Halloween night… let’s just say party, bathroom, Y/N, and Jungkook.” Eunbi shivers from the memory.

And with that, everyone leaves, leaving you on the couch chuckling, and Jungkook locking the door behind them with Iseul in his arms. “Did you just say that so they could leave?” You stand up, making your way to him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he puts Iseul down, and she waddles away with Bam, your guy’s Doberman puppy.

“No, I’m actually trying to fuck,” Jungkook shrugs, leaving a wet kiss on your neck. “Iseul?” You ask, trying to push him away.

“Princess! Nap time!” He untangles himself from you before rushing to get Iseul.

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jeonggukieverse · 6 months

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So I saw you were taking requests, how about writing on this idea that Jungkook is dating someone (they have been dating for a long time) who would always smile and say it's okay whenever Jk misses out on important things of y/n's life, and the boys would constantly hint that jk should give y/n more time. Jk gets super sad once she realises that he might be not making y/n happy anymore. A fluffy ending please. 💓 I hope this isn't too much ...

Mind & Music

Pairing: Composer Jungkook x Academic Female Reader

Genre: Established relationship, Absolutely Filthy Smut, Fluff, Angsty

Warnings: Unprotected sex (wrap it up babes), mentions impregnation

Word count: 10k+

My first fic in ages! Feels good to be writing again~ This in not proofread because I was to excited to be uploading again hahah.

This request has been in my inbox for ages, thank you for being patient anon. Love ya

Let me know how you guys like it

- Ryeon <3

He isn’t here. You half expected him not to be.

Still, you found yourself gazing into the audience half expecting to see that specific mop of black hair. Again, disappointment pulls at your heart as you still don’t find it.

You hear your name being called and it snapped you out of your disheartening thoughts. You stood up and walked over to the podium and began your speech.

“Thank you all for coming out today. It’s a privilege to be presented with this award. I am honoured to be standing here in front of you as the youngest recipient of the universities achievement of the decade award. Though I would not have been able to do this without the support and guidance of- “

You pause for a moment as you saw familiar smiling faces staring back at you in the crowd. Yoongi and Tae beamed at you from the back of the auditorium. Even from so far away, you could still feel the smiles radiating from their faces. You mirrored their expressions and met their proud grins with one of your own as you continued your speech. Having them here almost made all of your butterflies flutter away. Almost. Cause only the presence of one person could have caused them to disappear completely.

After the ceremony was over, you rushed out to find your friends. You spotted them stood by the food table munching on some snacks. Your eyes locked with Tae’s first as you ran towards both men and rugby tackled them both into a giant bear hug.

“Y/N-ah! Please, be careful! You could have knocked over my cucumber sandwich” You rolled your eyes at Taehyung ‘smocking tone.

“Cucumber? That’s a little bland for you Kim Taehyung”

“First of all, don’t use my government name in public and second of all, it’s the best option this place has to offer. I mean, I get it, it’s Yonsei’s international focused program so it’s going to cater to foreigners but babe, you are in Korea! Where are the spices? Where is the flavour? Where is the taste?” He ranted while wiggling the pale looking sandwich in his hand. You giggled but you couldn’t deny he was wrong.

“Hey! As a foreigner, I do not claim this cuisine” You retorted.

“If you say so” Tae rolled his eyes.

You shook your head at him then turned your attention to the quiet figure next to you.

Yoongi smiled and held his hand towards you.

“The youngest recipient of the achievement of the decade award, huh? Very impressive”

Coming from anyone else, that sentence would have come out as painfully sarcastic but you knew coming from yoongi, it was the highest compliment he could have bestowed on a human being. You completely ignored his attempt at a hand shake and pulled him into a tight hug instead that he gladly accepted.

Yoongi was the first friend you had made in Korea. You had met on a language exchange app. He was the only guy you had spoken to that hadn’t asked to go ‘eat ramen’ with you, go ‘see his cat’ or ask you to join a cult. But still you carried pepper spray in your bag when you agreed to meet him at the coffee shop because stranger danger is still a thing. It turns out you didn’t need it cause Yoongi was the sweetest guy you had ever met. Blunt as hell but lovely still. You recalled fondly that upon your first meeting that he had told you that your Korean pronunciation was like an elementary school kid. Did it sting? Absolutely. Was it the last time he would say something like that? Absolutely not. But he made sure you improved and got better. He decided midway through your friendship that learning English was ‘too troublesome’ for him. He had made up his mind that listening to you speak English occasionally was the best way to learn…Sure yoongs.

It was actually Yoongi that introduced you to your boyfriend. Speaking of

“So where is he?”

Yoongi’s smile dropped slightly as he absorbed your change in mood.

“He’s in the studio with Joon. They’re still working on finalising the soundtrack.”

You forced a smile on your face, sensing the awkwardness in his voice.

“Ah, its okay! He’s working, I’m happy he at least has a good excuse! If he was at home playing overwatch or something, I would have been super mad” you said hoping your joking tone would mask your disappointment.

Taehyung chuckled but you know Yoongi could read you like a book. He knew how you really felt.

“Let’s go! The rest of the guys said they’d be at the bar, right? I want to show them how cute I look in all my graduation gear. Seokjin is going to die of jealousy cause there is no way in hell he looked this good on his graduation”

“He’s gonna murder you for even insinuating that” Tae gasped in feigned shock.

“I’d like to see him try” you sang as you skipped in the middle of the two men. You hooked both of your arms in theirs and pulled them towards the exit.

“There she is!”

This was the first thing you heard before you were met with a flurry of applause and cheers as you stepped into the bar.

You saw the gang sat at your regular booths now decorated with pink and white balloons and confetti. The table adorned with gifts and ‘congratulations banners’. Jimin, Seokjin, Hobi and Jennie stood there holding bottles of champaign. You felt your eyes start to well up, completely touched by the kind gesture.

“Aww you guys” you spoke, voice wavering.

“Ha! Pay up Seokjin, I told you Y/N would start crying before she even sat down! Thanks Y/N, you just won me 50000 won” Jennie exclaimed.

“No! Technically, she hasn’t cried! No tears have fallen from her eyes. C’mon Y/N keep it together” Jin begged.

“Sorry Jin, I gotta get my girl her money” You replied, blinking hard so the tears would run down your cheeks.

The group erupted in laughter as Soekjin took out his wallet.

“That’s enough you two. Tonight, is about Y/N. Congratulations sweetheart.” Jimin said as he pulled you into a hug. You accepted his embrace but you found yourself looking over his shoulder to see if your boyfriend was amongst the crowd. He wasn’t.

“Yeah, it’s about me! And my goal is to be as drunk as possible by the end of the night!” you proclaimed earning you more cheers from the group. Hopefully if you’re drunk, this feeling of disappointment will eventually go away.

And it does. After 4 shots of soju, 2 vodka lemonades and a weird cocktail concoction Jimin force fed you, you were feeling better than ever. You were on the dance floor with Jennie having the time of your life. That was until you felt arms wrap around your waist.

Oh hell no.

You spun yourself around ready to fight whoever in the hell thought they could touch you unprovoked. Before you could administer your first blow, you were met with a pair of beautifully familiar brown eyes.

There he was. Jeon Jungkook.

Your fighting stance shifted as you reached up to wrap your arms around his neck to envelop him in a warm hold. You inhaled his scent as he began to lovingly plant soft kisses in the crook of your neck. You felt a familiar fire start to burn at the pit of your stomach. His innocent gesture in your drunken state was igniting a reaction in you that you were eager to explore.

“I’m sorry baby” he whispered in your ear.

And just like that, the feeling was gone. At those three words your vagina dried up quicker than the Sahara Desert. Cause as quickly as you had forgotten, you were reminded once again that he had let you down again. But could you be mad? He was working. This had been his dream since he was a little kid and they were so close to finalising this project, they just needed to finish to complete some final composition. Could you be mad at him? You decide once again, that you couldn’t. Once again, you put his needs before yours. You pulled away from his shoulder and met his face. You plastered a fake smile on and put on another show.

“Baby, don’t be silly! Don’t worry about it, you’re here now, that’s all that matters.”

“Thank you, baby. I’ll make it up to you”

“I know you will”

And he did.

The next day, Jungkook took you out to a beautiful dinner to celebrate your achievement. You loved him and you appreciated the gesture, you always did. But you couldn’t help still feeling hurt.

You supported Jungkook, you always had and you always would.

It’s funny to think about how devoted you were to him considering how rocky your fist interaction was.

Jungkook was Yoongi’s roommate. You and yoongi had been friends now for about four months before he finally decided to invite you over to his apartment. You had to say, this made you very nervous because Yoongi had always been such a private guy. You knew enough about him to say that you were friends but he always kept himself to himself. This was a part of him that was refreshing to you, really. He was excellent at establishing boundaries. You’ve never had a friend like that before. He was very mature but also very kind and very sweet. So, when he invited you over to game night with his friends you were ecstatic. It’s finally felt like he let you in and that you became real friends.

And as excited as you were, you were equally nervous. Yoongi had told you bits and pieces about his friends but he assured you they were all really nice.

You were still on edge but you assured yourself that you were a pleasant person! You had come out of your shell so much in the last couple of months. Your introverted personality had been spun on its head and you were now someone completely different. The constant support from Yoongi and your advancements in your career had made you feel absolutely unstoppable.

And isn’t it amazing? How months of character development can be wiped away in 2 seconds.

As soon as you walked into Yoongi’s apartment, you wished you could walk right back out because the second your eyes met with Jeon Jungkook it was very apparent, he did not like you. Like, at all.

The boy, who had previously been laughing and talking to his friend, made eye contact with you and completely shut down. The smile fell from his face and his body suddenly became stiff and rigid. He looked at you for a millisecond before tearing away eye contact completely.

You tried to ignore him. You really did because the rest of Yoongi’s friends were so cool. They made you feel welcome and you felt almost at ease. But still, your consciousness couldn’t help but wonder over to the pale, inked up boy stood in the kitchen dressed in an oversized t-shirt and ripped black denim.

As much as you tried to ignore it, his coldness didn’t alleviate through the night as you’d hoped. In fact, not only did it not get better; it got worse as the night went on. As everyone kept drinking more and more you felt yourself become a little bolder. What was this guys problem? You haven’t done anything to him, he had no reason to be this hostile to you.

You raised this with Namjoon, another one of Yoongi’s roommates, who assured you that Jungkook was always a little weary of strangers. He was a shy person that had great difficulty adjusting to new people. His advice was to give him time to warm up to you and when you felt ready, try and start a casual conversation.

But it wasn’t as if you hadn’t tried that. You’d made several attempts through the night to try and speak to him to at least extend the olive branch but each time he refused running away from you as if you had some kind of disease. You were sick of it.

You saw him alone on the balcony a few hours later and realised that this was your chance. You marched up to the doors and slipped out to give this guy a piece of your mind. Hearing the noise behind him Jungkook turned his head to be met with you. Again, panic started to run through his body as he tried to make an escape around you but you would not let him.

“What is your problem?! What did I do to you why are you so weird towards me? I know Yoongi and Namjoon said that you are very selective with your friends and that’s cool but I don��t know what I did to make you dislike me so much. Fucking hell, we just met today! What could I possibly have done that hurt your feelings so much?!” You yelled at him. Your words slightly slurred. Liquid courage was really on your side tonight cause there was no way in hell sober Y/N could yell at him like this. Especially hear on the balcony, his beautiful face illuminated by the moonlight. And the way the evening breeze ruffled through his dark locks made him look like an actual prince.

“Woah, where did you get the impression that I didn’t like you?”

Huh?!

His almost idiotic question quickly snapped you out of your thoughts. Was he being serious right now? Or is he just making fun of you?

“Are you kidding me? You haven’t looked at me the entire night, you haven’t introduced yourself and every time I come over to you to try and get some kind of conversation going you run off. Now tell me why are you doing all of that and not speaking to me like a normal human being !?”

“Because I think you’re pretty! And I’m intimidated by you!”

Eh?

You remained silent for what felt like forever. Did he really just say that or did you just imagine it? No, there is no way he woul-

“Jesus Christ, say something! Anything!” He huffed. Now putting the half empty beer bottle to his lips to stop his mouth from humiliating him even further.

Well, Jungkook thought, if he’s going to humiliate himself may as well fully go for it.

“You think Yoongi hasn’t told us about you? He’s told us how incredible you are. About how you’re a transfer student at the most prestigious college in Korea. About how you’re on track to be the recipient for the ‘biggest brain ever in the whole century award’ or whatever its called. He made you sound so cool; I was banking on you at least being a little bit of an asshole but again, Yoongi’s stories proved us wrong. He told us about how you willing let a random little girl sit next to you for 2 hours at a café because she wanted to practice speaking to you to improve her English. And if im being honest, the more I heard the more I wanted to meet you but when you came in today, looking as fucking beautiful as you do. Which Yoongi coincidentally forgot to mention which is funny cause he mentioned every- fucking -thing else. When you came in…”

He paused and let out a sigh. Breathing for what seemed like the first time since beginning his outburst.

“…When you came in, I realised how far away from me you were. And I dint have any business even speaking to you. We wouldn’t have anything in common and it would make me realise how inadequate I actually am”.

There was a pause again. Slowly, you began to let out a small giggle. Your small giggle quickly erupted into a full-bodied belly laugh. Your stomach began to hurt and your eyes began to water. You had to lean on the balcony door for support as you surely felt you would pass out.

During your breakdown, Jungkook could only stare at you his head tilted to the side like a confused bunny. His eyes fell to the floor as your laughter pierced him like a knife and was the cherry on top of his mortification.

“And you think Yoongi hasn’t told me about you, Jeon Jungkook?” You asked as your laughter subsided.

“Jeon Jungkook, the musical prodigy. The Jeon Jungkook that could play the piano before he could even walk. The Jeon Jungkook that everyone refers to as the Golden Maknae because you’re so good at everything. Your friends are very vocal about not just your talents in your field but also socially. Apparently, you’re the reason you guys even exist as a friend group. You were the one to make friends with each of them and bring them all together. Do you know how impressive that is?! But I’m intimidating cause I’m a little smart and I’m not mean to children? You are something else Jeon Jungkook.”

Jungkook paused again. A chuckle escaped his mouth as his laughter then began to mimic yours. You joined him again as both of you stood on the balcony laughing with or at each other. You must have looked like maniacs but at the time both of you were too buzzed to care.

Either way, this broke the ice between both of you as you were both able to bypass each other’s extensive achievements and finally got to know each other as people.

You’ll never forget that night. You and Jungkook sat on that balcony from 10pm to 7am, long after the others had left or gone to bed. Just talking about anything and everything until you both reached a comfortable silence.

And as the sun was rising, welcoming a brand-new morning you nudged Jungkook’s hand. His head lazily turned towards yours and he met you with a dimpled smile.

“For what it’s worth” You smiled back.

“I think you’re pretty and I’m intimidated by you too”

That was 5 years ago and you and balcony boy have been inseparable ever since. You had now been there for every single important moment in each other’s life. Well…Almost.

3 years ago, Jungkook and Namjoon got the opportunity to produce a music score for a short film. Despite the films small budget, it managed to exceed all expectations and ended up getting nominated for a golden globe! You were ecstatic and so fucking proud of him. You felt like his talents and hard work were finally getting realised.

Little did you know it would be a bittersweet moment for yours and Jungkook’s relationship. Naturally as more eyes were on the film, more ears were listening to the soundtrack. This had your boyfriend pulled off to here there and everywhere in front of directors and movie studios all interested in investing in the musical duo. And finally they had been hired to compose an entire score to a new movie for a huge studio! This movie in particular, Jungkook had begged and pleaded for. He said the scrip and film premise really spoke to him and were perfect and he needed to compose this movie. This was such a huge deal for them and again you were over the moon. But there were downsides. During the first year after their debut you saw Jungkook 10 times that whole year. You spoke almost every day but almost every conversation ended in an argument. It was either and argument about you feeling neglected or him not feeling supported and it sucked. It really took a toll on both of you.

The second year was much better. This time for a bit more of a selfish reason. The film studio had its own recording studio in Seoul only a 20-minute walk from yours and Jungkook’s apartment! He was finally able to be home more and you could actually spend time together. And so you did.

Honestly, the first 6 months Jungkook was back home all you guys did was fuck. It was constant and almost none stop. You fucked in every room of the house at all hours of the day. You couldn’t keep your hands off each other.

There was a day you both decided to take a break from having sex and just play some video games together. It took you both all of 5 minutes before sonic was long forgotten about and you were bent over the sofa.

It was very romantic really. But even that joy was short lived.

Jungkook prioritised his art. That was one thing you’d always respected and admired about him. Even the way he talked about music that wasn’t his, he painted the emotions of the music into words to explain to you the way a piece made him feel. He could describe to you in detail the way the crescendos bend in the moments before it’s about to fall. About how the vibrations of the violins is the most romantic sound ever to grace the human consciousness. He was an artist through and through. His music was him and he was his music. They were one and could not be separated. But that raised a question for you:

Where did you fit in?

This is what made the dinner you were on now very melancholic. It was to make up for him missing your award acceptance.

He was sorry. You knew he was but you couldn’t ignore that this was your forth make up dinner this year: First was your birthday, second was your anniversary, third was dinner with your parents (that they had specifically flown out to Korea for) and the forth was the award. The award he knew you were on track to get before he’d even met you. The award you’d poured your heart into getting and the one you’d sacrificed so much for. But he was sorry, right? Plus, he had promised to make it up to you. Next week your professor had invited you to the university to give a special lecture to other projected recipients of the award you’d just achieved. It was a high honour as these students were the best and the brightest students from countries all over the world and of all the recipients to give the lecture, they had requested you! There have been recipients before you that had gone on to win Nobel Peace Prizes but they had specifically requested you. And Jungkook was so proud of you.

“Are you okay, little mouse? You seem a little quiet tonight”. Jungkook asked, genuine concern apparent on his face.

“I’m just thinking bunny boy.”

“About me?” He winked at you, almost cartoonishly.

“Bunny boy, how can you cross my mind if you never leave it” you winked back at him with the same playfully cartoonish obnoxiousness.

“Ooh that’s going on my list”

For the past 5 years of your relationship Jungkook has been keeping a list of things you say to him that makes him smile. This list has always confused you cause it would always be the silliest stuff. Once, when he was sleeping, you went and snooped through his notes app just to see this list and you couldn’t believe it. You were expecting the most romantic phrases or compliments that fluffed his ego but instead, the top three (out of four thousand!) were:

“I’d fight a microwave for you”

“You smell like home”

“I think you’re pretty and I’m intimidated by you too”

You woke him up immediately to ask about it. But his only defence was they were phrases you said that make him smile. You’re understanding of his list was ‘irrelevant’ to him.

God, you loved him.

“You’re so silly. But seriously Kookie; don’t worry, I’m good. Plus, you’re the one who’s been talking my ear off all night. I’m surprised you’ve even noticed me being quite” You quipped playfully, taking a sip of your wine.

“Ooh, someone’s feisty tonight. I forgot what red wine does to you” He quipped back; eyebrows now raised highlighting the metal bar that accented it.

God, he was cool.

“How could you forget? The first time we met I was wine drunk”

“Ah yes, how could I forget. You get very mouthy off of red wine. Don’t worry, I know how I can put that mouth to good use”

“Jeon Jungkook!” You yelled at him in a whisper. Eyes darting around to see if anyone had heard your boyfriends lewd comment. Luck for you the other couples around you’re were too infatuated with their partners to even notice you guys.

“Well, while were in pubic, put that mouth to better use and tell me about your day” he said, now leaning back in his chair.

“Well, my day was pretty calm actually. It makes a change. I was walking Ban and bumped into Holly and Yoongi. We were talking about next week and he asked if he could bring a plus one. Wink, wink”

“A plus one! Is Yoongi dating?! In the 12 years I’ve known the guy he has never shown romantic interest in anyone. I can’t even imagine his type. Did he give you any information”?!

“Nah, you know how he is. Yoongi will only let you know what he wants you to know”

“True. What’s going on next week?”

You paused for a second and started chuckling. He was kidding. He had to be.

The smile then fell from your face when he didn’t share in your laughter.

“Oh my god you’re serious? You forgot about my lecture”?!

He gasped and began coughing as the bite of steak he had just put into his mouth had just gone down the wrong pipe.

“Of course not baby, how could I forget something so important to you” he continued to splutter.

You stared back at him. The good mood you had felt a moment ago had completely evaporated. You waited for him to gain his composure so he could explain himself cause boy he had some explaining to do.

“Just for giggles and fun and jokes, what date is your lecture again?”

“The fifteenth” you said, shortly.

His face fell and his eyes stayed stuck on his plate.

“Baby…Please don’t hate me. That’s the night we have the final run through of the soundtrack with the director. I can’t miss that…I’m so s- “

“You’re so sorry. Im sure you are.” You stood up.

You grabbed your purse and you stormed out away from him. You could hear him calling your name but the burn of your throat as you fought back the tears overpowered his calls.

How could he? No, how could you? How could you ever expect anything different. You will always be second to his first love and that was a pain you had to learn to live with.

The moment you left the restaurant and the cold air of the night hit your face you decided to just let the tears fall. You sobbed as you walked further and further away from him.

You heard the rhythmic pounding of laced up docks hitting the pavement behind you.

“Y/N please I’m sorry. Just let me explain…”

“No! There is nothing you could say that would fix this! I have always been there for you! I have supported you from the very beginning! Every piece of music you have ever played for me I have cherished as if it were my own and you used to support me too! At my first presentation you were there. Cheering at the top of your lungs in a silent room. You used to be my number one cheerleader but now when all I ask of you, is to just show up? You can’t do it. And every chance I give you to fix it. You let me down. Jungkook, I need some time away from you. I’m going to be staying with Yoongi for a few days”.

You said nothing more. You spun around and walked the 2 minutes to Yoongi’s apartment. And true to your word you stayed with them till the day before your lecture.

Despite being a creative Jungkook worked like clockwork. Every single day at the same 3 times a day Jungkook would try to call you. The call was always followed by an ‘I love you’ text but today was different. After the second call of the day the text that followed said:

“I know this is such a fucking reach and such a huge ask but would you mind swinging around our apartment today at around 3? Director Anderson would like to speak to you. I know you probably still need your space so I’ll be in the apartment but I’ll be in the bedroom. I’ll come out only when you’ve left, I promise. Please come”

He really had some fucking nerve. That ‘please come’ at the end of his text almost sent your blood boiling.

“You should talk to him,” said a familiar voice.

Your turned your whole body around on the sofa so Yoongi could see your eyes roll at his suggestion.

“Yoongs, I feel like it shouldn’t be me your having this conversation with. You should try telling him not to break commitments to people”

“Oh I have! That’s why I’m telling you, you need to speak to him. I know it’s none of my business but I think you guys just need to talk it out. And even if you don’t have anything to say, at least hear the boy out” he finalised before turning on his heels and heading back into his room.

That wasn’t the speech you were expecting but it did calm you down enough to re-read Jungkook’s text. Your boiling rage had now been replaced with intrigue and curiosity. The meeting was requested by the director of the film? This was very unusual. You had heard about the director in passing but you had never spoken directly before. But you had decided that you were going to go. You we determined to look the man who practically stole your boyfriend for years in the face and lecture him about respecting his colleagues work/life balance! Plus it will be good practice for your lecture tomorrow. Two birds, one stone.

It would be an absolute lie to say that you weren’t missing Jungkook. You knew the apartment would smell like him and you hoped you may be able to swipe one of his t-shirts to sleep in before you leave.

You ubered over to your apartment and stood before the oak front door feeling oddly nervous. To took a shaky breath and inserted the passcode: 5318008 (you and Jungkook were children at heart cause you both laughed for hours after agreeing upon the code).

Upon hearing the beeping of the lock to confirm the door was unlocked you pushed it open. You stepped in, removed your shoes and couldn’t help the solemn smile that crept onto your face. Jungkook’s scent hit you as soon as you entered the room.

God, you missed him.

You strode inside and were met with a recognisable figure sitting upright on your sofa. His back stood tall and his hair was a mousy brown colour. It was so bizarre seeing him here. There was an uncanny feeling, seeing this man you knew but had never met sat in your living room.

He must have felt you staring at him because his head soon whipped around.

“Y/N. So nice to finally meet you.” He stood up and walked over to you shoving his hand out towards you. You shook it hesitantly. His hands were cold and clammy but his eyes were warm. He was tall and chubby but he wasn’t foreboding, in fact he seemed rather friendly Damnit. You wanted him to be an asshole, it would have made telling him what was on your mind so much easier.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Mr Anderson” you said as coldly as you could muster.

“Mr Anderson is so formal, just call me James. Although its strange. We’re meeting for the first time but it feels as if I have already met you” His German accent becoming more apparent as he spoke.

“And why is that?”

“Ah, that is why I asked Jungkook to invite you over. Although it does feel strange extending you an invitation to your home” he chuckled to himself.

He invited you to sit down on the couch, it was only then that you noticed a laptop connected to your TV.

“What’s all this?” you asked. Genuinely curious.

“I have a little something for you to watch. It may make explaining why I asked you hear a little more apparent. Please, have a seat my dear” he guided you to the sofa as you plopped yourself down. Eyes glued to the screen.

You anticipated what would happen next when a familiar tune began to play. You knew it was Jungkook’s composition as soon as you heard it. Suddenly an animated mouse popped up on the screen. She was in the wings of a stage, obviously nervous but she strolled out into the spotlight in front of a stoic audience of other animals. Just as she was about to speak there was suddenly a loud whooping from the crowd that interrupted the slow score. It was a bunny. A bunny with banners and whistles and confetti and he was cheering for her. The others in the audience told him to be quite but he exclaimed ‘That’s my girlfriend’ still as proud as can be.

The trailer played on and you slowly started to get it. It was you. This little mouse was you. Tears welled up in your eyes as yours and Jungkook’s entire relationship began to play in front of you. All your highs and your lows. It was beautiful and the accompaniment of his music made the tears pour from your eyes until it was over.

You turned back to James and attempted to speak but only blubbers could come out.

“Let me explain Y/N. When Jungkook and Namjoon came out to LA to play some stuff for the studio the only thing the boy would speak about, other than music, was you my dear. Jungkook and I sat for hours speaking about you. He told these elaborate stories about how you met, who you are and about the adventures you got into together. It was indeed very fascinating to me, you almost seemed like a heroine in his very own story. He bragged about your achievements almost as if they were his own. According to him, you are the smartest woman on the planet my dear and he would not be told otherwise. Oh, congratulations on the achievement of the decade award! And the youngest recipient at that? Incredible work my dear, just incredible. Jungkook went into great detail about what a huge deal that was. Needless to say the day after the networking event I went home and began writing the script for ‘Mouse & Bunny – Mind & Music’. I had just never seen someone so passionate about another person. His passion for you far outweighs his passion for his craft, that much was apparent, it was awe inspiring and I had to bring It to the screen. I think that is why Jungkook fought so hard to be the lead composer for the soundtrack. He wanted to intertwine the two loves of his life”.

You sat there in complete shock for a moment before jumping into James’s arms and engulfed him into a hug. His moustache tickled your shoulder as he chuckled and said he was happy to have cleared things up. As he packed up his laptop, he was asking you so many questions, probably attempting to confirm the validity of Jungkook’s stories:

“Did you really fight a microwave”

“I most certainly did”

“Did you really use protein powder as flour for a cake?”

“I most certainly did”

“Did you really not know the earth went around the sun?”

“That son of a-… no comment”

He snorted as he packed up the last of his things. You walked him to the door but he turned to you before saying his final goodbyes.

“Y/N, it seems wrong for me to give the final approval for the soundtrack. I’ve heard it and I know it’s the most beautiful accompaniment to the film but it seems only fitting that the muse gets to give the final say so. Take the afternoon to listen to it and pass your notes to Jungkook. If you like it, I’ll approve it. So there should be no need for my originally planned final listen tomorrow. Jungkook seemed like he wanted to attend something much more important tomorrow anyway” He winked at you as he closed your door.

You didn’t even wait for the door to fully shut before you were sprinting to your shared bedroom.

The pitter patter of your bare feet slapping the wood floor could almost not be heard over the beating of your heart. You bust open the door to see the love of your live leaning over his piano.

You must have given him such a fright as his big boba eyes were the first to greet you.

“Y/N I-“

You crashed your lips onto his, completely cutting him off.

“I am the stupidest person in the world.”

Jungkook laughs, standing up beside you.

“No little mouse, why do you say that” he said with a soft smile while he caressed your tear-stained face.

“I don’t know why I didn’t just ask! I’m so- “

“Even if you asked, I probably wouldn’t have told you. I wanted things to be a surprise. But baby, first I needed to apologise, like really apologise”

“You have nothing to be sorry for”

“Yes, I do. Ever since I met you, you brought light into my world. I wanted to express to you my love in the best way I knew how and this project, to me, was the best way for me to put into the world how I felt about you. But I was selfish, I took my expression of love and put it above all the things I knew you had work so hard to achieve. In a way, I put my love above yours and I will forever be sorry and I can assure you, it won’t happen again. I love you Y/N L/N”

You reward his confession with another kiss, pulling him into your arms soon after.

you sighed, almost longingly. “Whatever shall I do with my bunny boy?”

“Whatever shall I do with my little mouse?” Jungkook chuckles, pressing a kiss against the side of your ear, drawing soothing circles on your hip.

He gently placed you down against your mattress. You clung to him and giggled

You stay quiet, appreciating the comfort of Jungkook’s presence.

God, he smelled good.

“Okay,” he purrs, caressing your hip as he repositioned himself more securely. “I get it. My pretty girl must’ve missed me, huh? A week away? It felt more like a lifetime” You nodded in response. Terrified that if you spoke, your voice would fail you.

Jungkook shifted, the hand that was previously on your hip swiftly fell over your thigh instead. “Or should I say my smart girl?” he hums as his hand slipped between your thighs. “My smart, pretty, intimidating girl?”

Your eyes flutter closed and you revel in the feeling of him running his fingers over the front of your panties. Your toes curl at the sudden pressure.

“Ah,” you hissed.

“Hmm?” he says, mouthing against the crook of your neck. His mouth feels so warm, but the trails of saliva he leaves have you shivering. “My smart girl doesn’t have anything smart to say?”

“N-No,” you tried to scoff back, fingernails digging into his skin through his shirt. His hands were getting braver now as he slipped his hand beneath your waistband, and touched your wet heat head on. “Baby.”

Jungkook chuckled at your immediate submission for his touch and took the opportunity to connect his mouth back you yours. You whimpered in surprise, legs trembling as he gets to work circling your hardening bud. Your thighs are squirming, clenching around his hand every few moments.

You bit down a whine. “I was just…” you trailed off as he teased his index and middle fingers against your opening.

“Just what baby? Just thinking?” he said as he finally pushed himself off of you and propped himself up with an elbow beside your head. His gaze became a familiar dark. He moved at a godlike speed as he snatched his hand out from where you had previously trapped him between your legs.

Jungkook pulled away from you and rolled his neck, the joints in his spine cracking as he begins pulling off his shirt. You had to stop yourself from drooling at the sight of him.

He threw his shirt off to the side of the bed, his sleeve of tattoos that wrapped around his bicep and crawled down his chest were wonderfully free now. “My eyes are up here, little mouse” he said and your eyes immediately shot back up to meet his gaze. He leaned towards you, muscled arms coming to cage you in against the headboard.

“No one is looking at your eyes bunny boy” you attempted to quip back. Completely failing to mask the tremor in your voice. Jungkook always had a way of making you feel powerless under his gaze when he was on top of you like this.

His hand grabbed beneath your knee and yanked you unforgivingly until you were slumped down onto your back with a squeak. You settled with his knee pressed directly against your core. Jungkook stayed towering over you.

He placed his hand gently around the base of your neck as he leaned in to properly grind his thigh into you. “Is that right? No one’s looking at my eyes, huh?” he murmured darkly, thumb pressing a little harder into the side of your neck. You sobbed, soaked panties rubbing roughly against his leg.

“Are you gonna touch me?” you interrupted, lower lip trembling at the thought after your desperate rutting. Jungkook pursed his lips together in thought.

“Hmmm,” he hummed. “Not too sure yet.”

You whined. “Jungkook, please,” you whimpered, wrapping your legs around his waist. “I need you.”

Jungkook chuckled, running his hand up your waist and taking your dress with him. He slips his fingers beneath your bra, pushing the wire over your chest as he mouthed at your neck. “Cute,” he cooed. “Can’t do it yourself?”

You trembled, chest heaving into him as he rolled your nipple between his fingers. “I-I can,” you gulped. “You just do it better.” Jungkook followed your admission with a nip against your skin, tongue soothing over it right after. “Why? Because I do everything better than you? Even make you cum better than you?”

You mewled in response, determined not to give him the satisfaction of answering his question. Cause you both new the answer was yes. He made you cum so much better than you could.

“Remove your clothes for me...” he whispered gruffly yet sweet as he pulled himself from you.

You hurriedly removed the rest of your clothes you caught Jungkook’s mouth falling open in awe at the semi-nude sight of you before him. After finally removing your bra and panties, you threw them to the floor with the rest of your clothes, you observed how he licked his lips shamelessly as he took in the view of your beautifully perky nipples that drove him absolutely insane. You looked into his deep eyes, catching your bottom lip in between your teeth and Jungkook couldn’t stop himself from palming his cock over the confinements of his pants – watching you get worked up just for him.

“Are we that type of couple, Jungkook?” you whispered his name sweetly as you slowly climb on top of him. You straddled him, pushing your breasts flush against his chest.

“Which type are you referring to?” he murmured back as his hand moved back to between your thighs – feeling the damp patch of your essence now overflowing. You felt his cock pulsate in anticipation.

“The ones who have an argument, then have angry make up sex?” you giggled as you began pressing soft, delicate kisses along his neck. Jungkook’s eyes shut tightly as he felt your teeth nip at him – causing a breath of air to leave his lungs while you began sucking on his skin – leaving your mark on him. The next thing you knew, Jungkook pulled your mouth away from his neck and flipped you over. He was now hovering over you and began continuing on you what you had started on him

“Jungkook...” you let his name occupy your mouth and your thoughts as he suckled on your skin – alternating between kissing you, biting you and dragging his teeth further south to your boobs.

“Let us see how much of a good girl you can be for me...” you suddenly felt his breath dangerously close to the mound between your legs, before his hands began kneading and gripping at your ass-cheeks. Jungkook moved his face right into you – just shy of his nose touching your folds from behind as he took in your sweet scent. He wanted to devour you whole – but at the same time, he wanted nothing more than to hear you beg and plead for your own pleasure and release. You trembled at the contact of his index finger running along your slippery lips, feeling it hastily stroke your bud before he pulled it back down again – repeating the same action over and over.

Jungkook smirked at the noises coming from you; whimpers of frustration, want and need. He knew you were like putty in his hands with the way your lewd wetness heavily coated his finger; and he would have wanted it no other way.

“Please Jungkook...please stop teasing me – I need you so fucking badly I – “you rolled your head to the opposite side – placing your blazing cheek against the pillow in an attempt to extinguish the apparent fire that was burning your entire face. You knew he was making you wait for it – and you both simultaneously loved and hated it in a hundred different ways.

You breathed a sigh of relief, along with moans of satisfaction as his tongue continued to explore every inch of you. The scandalous sounds from his tongue and his lips filled the room as he continued to consume you.

“I’m so close Jungkook – fuck...” you moaned a string of further curses as he sped up his movements – his finger now wiggling heavily over your clit as his tongue probed you even deeper than before.

“Are you really?” he hummed, slowing his pace as you whined in response. “Hmm...I can’t have you coming undone on me just yet little mouse...where’s the fun in that? Plus, I had to wait a whole week for you to come back. Do you think I would let you cum so quickly?” he grinned coyly as he moved away from you – licking the remainder of you off his lips as you damn near cried out in anger at being denied your orgasm when it was seconds away.

God, he’s such an asshole.

“You can cry and whine all you want...but you’re not getting anything unless I think you deserve it; do you understand me, baby?” he cooed with the heaviest form of sarcasm you had ever heard as he began coating his erection with your wetness – giving himself a few strokes as he smirked and watched you squirm in defeat underneath him. You rolled your eyes to the back of your head, before turning onto your stomach as fast as you could to avoid his arrogant gaze.

As you laid faced away from him, all you could feel was the thick width of his cock resting between your cheeks as Jungkook took it upon himself to slowly grind himself into you – giving him the minimal amount of pleasure and you the maximum amount of excruciating frustration.

“Yes! I understand...please...I’ll do anything, please!” you shamelessly pleaded – hearing the desperation in your own voice as you moved your ass backwards into him. Jungkook chuckled before he began sprinkling light kisses the whole way up your spine – the fleeting feeling of his lips leaving damp patches on your skin being enough to make it feel like he was burning you with desire for more of him.

“Good girl” Jungkook praised you – letting you feel the tip of his cock resting just on top your drenched entrance. And – without warning, he quickly eased himself in as far as he could go; hearing you let out breathy moans and whimpers as he pressed deeper.

“Louder” he commanded as he leaned back – looking down to view his member leave your tight walls – much to both of your displeasures. “I want the entire world to know who’s fucking your pussy like this right now” he slammed back inside you, feeling your slickness engulf him as your screams filled the room.

“That’s it Y/N, that’s my good girl” Jungook growled as he began pounding you into you at an unforgiving pace. You cried and sobbed feeling his cock reach deeper inside you with each time his skin smacked against yours. Jungkook relished in the look of your ass every time it bounced off his lower abdomen as he continued pummelling into you mercilessly – when he saw your hand reach back to try and hold his. Knowing that you needed to feel the security of his grasp, Jungkook leaned over your back and laced his fingers with yours – giving you fast, deep strokes of his cock while you felt it slam against your precious nerves inside you. Jungkook knew you were already on the verge of letting go from the way your voice got louder and higher – along with your walls constricting around his member so tightly that he had to almost hold his breath to not finish before you.

“Cum for me – you earned it sweetheart, let go and let me hear your beautiful voice” he cooed into your ear. And, like his words were the only thing that could set you free, you came hard around him while you closed your eyes tight as you felt your orgasm pour out of you. Jungkook coaxed you through your cries of ecstasy as he slowed his thrusts down – still keeping their depth while his groans harmonised with your own voice in the wake of your pleasure. And, just as quickly as it came, your high left your body – leaving you slumped face down into the pillow with no will to do much else other than breathe. You felt Jungkook slowly slide out of you – feeling the emptiness he left behind while he began pulling you up and back into his chest, his hands then roaming over every inch of your skin he could find.

“Did that feel good, baby?” he purred, nibbling on the bottom of your ear and letting you know that he was still standing to attention with the way his member pressed into your ass. You let out an airy chuckle, still not able to maintain a coherent train of thought.

“Mmhm” you hummed, reaching behind you to let your hand rest on the back of his neck, letting your fingers get lost in his hair as Jungkook dotted your neck with kisses once more.

“I can’t get enough of you – no matter how much you give me, no matter how much I take...” he murmured on top of your skin, making you shiver from head to toe and smile from ear to ear.

“What are you waiting for then, bunny boy?” you replied, turning around to him and coming face to face with his dark hooded eyes. “I want you to take more...take me, Jungkook” you mewled as Jungkook’s hands began caressing all his favourite parts of you – your hips and the tops of your thighs included.

You swapped positions and you positioned yourself on top him. As you did, Jungkook quickly pulled his legs underneath your bottom before crossing them below you, while you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist so that you were both in a sort of Lotus Flower position. You looked down, seeing his head perfectly level with your tits as he began kissing and nipping at your hardened nipples – making you reel from the sensitive sensation that coursed through you. You observed his hand as it slipped underneath you – grabbing a hold of his pulsating member and angling it right before your welcoming entrance once again.

“Baby...aren’t you forgetting something?” you questioned immediately in reference to the fact that he was about to enter you whilst you both found yourself in the most romantic baby-making position known to man. Jungkook shook his head as he looked up into your eyes, his stare completely melting you from the inside out.

“I want to feel you when I cum inside you...I want to make you mine in every way possible...will you let me?” his husky voice travelled to every single part of your soul as you let your mouth hang agape.

“But – what if...you know?” you replied, wondering how he felt about the most obvious thing that could happen from not using protection.

“You have nothing to worry about, Y/N” he whispered softly, feeling himself press against your small opening as the tip of his cock became engulfed by your slick tightness. “’If it happens, it happens. I would want no other woman to mother my children” you both let out an intense moan in turn as he pushed his way inside you. When Jungkook thought about you carrying his first child and bringing the product of your love into the world; with him becoming a father and you becoming a mother, it filled him with delicate feelings of paternal happiness he knew he could never feel with anyone else but you.

You bit your lip hard as you rolled your hips at a rhythmical pace into his – feeling every inch of him curving inside you. Jungkook placed one hand below your bottom, while cradling your back with his free arm as a means to let you set the pace of your love making, but still letting him have full control over your every movement. You felt wave after wave of pleasure strike you as your clit moved flush against Jungkook’s body that was tight against yours; and your moans continued to spill from your lips as he looked up into your face – his eyes full of life and love as he seemingly peered right into your soul. In contrast to Jungkook’s way of asserting himself over you just moments ago, you could see the vulnerability in his eyes as he let his mouth hang open – panting and groaning at the feeling of pleasure from being inside you and so close to you.

“I love you...so much, Jungkook” you managed to speak – feeling your body almost grow limp from having little to no energy left as you felt your sweat drip down your temples. Sensing your exhaustion, Jungkook helped you lay down on your back to the bed – keeping himself still lodged inside you as he rested himself between your legs. His thrusts were slow, deep and meaningful as he pressed his forehead to yours and took your hands in his – pinning them to the bed while he felt your pulse rocket as he pushed you once again to your second orgasm of the evening. You felt like the entire world was spinning as you attempted to moan and writhe in fulfilment – but unfortunately, no sound left your mouth as you produced a silent cry in the wake of Jungkook’s pleasure-filled stokes that reached deeper and deeper within you.

“And I... I love you Y/N” Jungkook’s lips found yours for the millionth time as he felt himself twitch inside of you – his entire seed mixing with your juices as he came deep within you. He tensed every single one of his muscles, letting you swallow each of his moans as he slowed down gently.

“I’m so happy that you’re mine...” he almost whimpered as his movements ceased – before letting himself collapse on top of you, resting his head in the crook of your neck while you raised your arms up and over his back to hug him even closer to you.

“And I’m so happy that you’re mine, too” you kissed the top of his head – still feeling his cock buried inside of you as you couldn’t help but smile to yourself.

Jungkook raised his head a fraction to look at you – his appearance both thoughtful and endearing as he held on to you. “I really am sorry Y/N. I never want you to feel like your aren’t a priority to me” he blinked gently as you continued to listen to his heartfelt, post love making thoughts.

“I know” you replied quietly, tracing the muscles along his back with your fingers. “And I’m sorry too. I guess we both just need to communicate a little better”.

“My Y/N – You are my world. You – you are my everything. I used to not understand what people meant when they said that to someone they loved, because before you – I thought music was my only love. But every day I spend with you, you give me a hundred more reasons to adore you. I promise I will spend the rest of my life trying to prove that.”

You felt yourself well up at his words of endearment. He really was your world and you now knew for a fact that you were his too.

“Ooh, I forgot to say” you interrupted yours and Jungkook post love making silence.

“James said I could approve the soundtrack for our film”

Jungkook smiled to himself upon hearing you refer to it as your film.

“If that’s what James said, who am I to undermine the director.” He declared.

“The songs are on my phone in the Media Folder but im gonna hop in the shower while you listen. Cause it will break my heart if you don’t like them” he chuckled, half joking half serious.

“I know im going to love them babe. But you go and take your shower, I’ll be right here when you come out”.

He left with a smile.

You scrolled through his phone to find the music files and tears began to fill your eyes once again as you read the tracklist:

“I’d fight a microwave for you”

“You smell like home”

“I think you’re pretty and I’m intimidated by you too”

And the list went on. It was his list. His list of your phrases that made him smile. Before you could even finish reading the tracklist, you ran to the shower you embrace your bunny boy and show him for a second round how much you loved him.

Although, if you had taken just a few moments to read the tracklist, Jungkook is sure you would have loved the last song on the soundtrack. It was the only title that wasn’t you contribution, it was his:

12. “I hope she’ll marry me”

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