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Love Yourself: Answer

pairing; artist!jungkook x model!reader ft. yoongi + jimin

genre; angst, fluff, smut, f2l, artist au, wedding au

warnings; angst, cursing, jealousy, non explicit implied smut, plans that go wrong, weddings that get crashed, feelings that have been pent up for too long come out, words spoken that both hurt and heal, friends that come and go, family that is both supportive and unforgiving, a love story that becomes a story about love, aka everything isn’t always as it seems

rating; 18+ minors dni

w/c; 9,232

a/n; this is it folks. the last installment of this story. i can’t thank you all enough for the love and support shown to both the story and me throughout the entire process. all of your kind words are what spurred me to press through the days of writers block in order to put out something worthy for your eyes to read. as always, like + reblog if you enjoyed. feedback is appreciated and helps keep this writer motivated to do more.

networks; @ficscafe, @thebtswritersclub, @kflixnet

Part One, Part Two, Muse (Drabble)

He chugged the last of his glass of wine as he sat in his private dressing room meant for the groom. He was going to need it in order to get through this wedding rehearsal. Checking his phone that has been silently sitting on the table in front of him, he knows he’ll be disappointed. Still no sign of a text or call from you.

Throwing his head back against the couch he was sitting on, he let the bill of the cap cover his eyes from the natural morning light that shone through the lone window in the room and welcomed the little bit of darkness that came with it. He was suffering from a hangover, and he wasn’t the only one.

A knock on his dressing room door caused him to let out a loud groan of greeting. It was enough for the mystery guest to push the door open with ease, before shutting it behind them.

The figure stared at the forlorn shell of a body of his best friend and sighed. Shaking his head, he stuffed his hands into his pockets and walked the short distance to the couch. He lightly kicked the foot of his friend to get his attention, yet he didn’t budge.

“Jungkook-ah.” Nothing.

“Jungkooooooo–,” he sang loudly in a sing songy tune. Still nothing.

Taking desperate measures, his eyes surveyed the room for an object he could use to stir his friend from his moment of silence and despair.

Snapping his fingers, he grinned slyly when he saw the perfect weapon. The ice filled bucket that once housed the bottle of wine his friend seemingly already finished. With a click of his tongue, he picked up the still ice filled bucket. With both hands grasping each side, he dumped the ice all over Jungkook.

“HOLY SHIT FUCK–,” Jungkook’s loud swearing in a church of all places is what had Jimin bending over with laughter. Loud, obnoxious, laughter. “You mother–,” Jungkook glared at his supposed male best friend with a look that could kill as he chucked his hat right at Jimin’s head. It didn’t phase him, but Jungkook felt better. Deciding to laugh with him, but for completely different reasons, Jungkook let out a broken cackle of his own.

As the pair’s laughing fest gradually died down, they both just stared at each other. One had a look of quiet despondence, and the other just held one of sympathy. Taking initiative, Jimin pulled Jungkook by the sleeve of his dress shirt and enveloped him in a much needed hug. Jungkook held onto him for dear life, and Jimin pretended not to notice when he felt his own dress shirt start to get damp, only holding onto the distraught and heartbroken male tighter.

Along with Jungkook, he was starting to lose hope since the plan failed.

Now they could only pray for a miracle.

*******

Then - The Day Before

“You want me to help you?” Yoongi deadpanned at the screen. Two silhouettes were leaning close to the camera anticipating the male’s response to their question.

Jungkook had to bite his tongue in order to not let out a comment that could ruin his chances of enlisting the help of your boyfriend…or ex boyfriend? He wasn’t sure what title you held with Yoongi. Nor did he really care, if he’s being honest.

Jimin pinched the back of Jungkook’s back discreetly off camera, reminding his friend to stay civil and cordial. If they’re plan was going to work, then Yoongi was going to be a big asset to it. Jungkook shot him a sideways glare and Jimin nodded his head to the screen pointedly.

Yoongi just stared at the two with a perplexed look. Normally, he would prefer not to meddle into the affairs of others, but for you? He would do anything. That’s how much you’ve impacted his life in such a short amount of time.

And, unfortunately for him, as much as he hoped and prayed that you would forget all about Jungkook, he knows that he’ll forever hold a huge imprint on your heart. It didn’t matter how loving you were towards Yoongi, how kind, how graceful, how perfect. Your heart was never meant to be his in any way other than a platonic soulmate.

You both came to the conclusion over a night of take out and cheap wine, where you sobbed onto Yoongi’s shoulder as he ran his fingers through your hair. Him whispering words of comfort, he vowed that no matter what, he would find a way for you to be happy again.

He just didn’t expect it would come in the form of the very person who took you before you could even fully be his. The thought left a bitter taste in his mouth, one he swallowed, as he chose to be the bigger man, once again.

Yoongi gave a now pensive look, eyes narrowed in on the continuous object of your affection.

“If I do this–,” both males held their breath, waiting. “–and you hurt her again, I will personally make it my mission to keep you out of her life for the sake of her health and sanity.”

Jungkook pushed forward onto the desk with both hands, his face inches away from the camera, eyes narrowed into slits, mouth open and ready to lash out. How dare he say that he has the right to dictate your life? Before he could, Jimin grabbed him by the shoulders to yank him back down into his seat. He whispered something in Jungkook’s ear, but it was too quiet for Yoongi to hear. Jungkook let out a grunt, and folded his arms across his chest, tongue poking out to mindlessly play with his lip ring, as Jimin decided to talk for him.

“Not that you necessarily have the authority to dictate who can and can’t be in y/n’s life, but–,” Jungkook nodded his head with a smug smile in the background, inwardly giving his friend a standing ovation for his words, while Yoongi just sat straight and stiff. “–I will promise to you, Min Yoongi–“.

“Just Yoongi is fine.” He gave Jimin a tight, yet friendly, smile — the first one since they got on the video call. After all, he had no beef with the guy, just the one behind him.

“Right. Sorry. I, Park Jimin, promise to you, Yoongi, that I will personally keep Jungkook’s ass away from y/n, if she so requests it. No matter how hard I know Jungkook will do otherwise, being the stubborn moron he is. Deal?”

“Dea–,” Yoongi stilled, becoming silent.

“What’s wrong? You goo–,” Yoongi held up a hand as he used the other to hold a finger up against his lips. His body was facing the camera, but his eyes were shifted sideways towards something off camera. Your voice could be heard yelling Yoongi’s name in the background, it made Jungkook’s eyes soften considerably, him not having the pleasure of hearing it since your fight weeks ago.

You were still ignoring him.

“I have to go. Send me the address and I’ll do the best I can to help you. Goodbye.” Yoongi abruptly ended the video call, leaving the remaining two in a blanket of silence.

“Well, that went well.” Jimin patted Jungkook’s back playfully.

“You believe that that went well?” Jungkook’s voice cracked at the same time he let out a humorless laugh.

“It could’ve gone worse.” Jimin shrugged nonchalantly.

“It could’ve gone worse.” Jungkook’s lips pursed as he echoed his friend’s words.

He just hopes that the rest of the plan goes smoothly. If not? He would lose you completely.

And he refused to let that happen.

Stealing a glance at his calendar, he saw the date that had a red circle around it, said date being only two days away. A note was scribbled in the same red pen within the circle.

‘D-Day’

Or, the day of the wedding. Of his wedding.

#######

You knocked on Yoongi’s office door lightly with your knuckles, just incase he happened to be in an important business meeting. You could hear his voice muffled, along with someone else’s, but couldn’t exactly make out what was being said through the thick door that separated his office from the hall.

“Yoongi–,” your greeting was silenced by the door opening, his body half hidden by the door. He wore his signature gummy smile that never failed to fill your body with warmth. Opening the door further, he waved with his arm for you to go inside.

Stepping into the room, you can’t help but look around in awe. Even though you’ve now been in it countless of times, the vibe of it always amazes you. His personality and passions were spread throughout the room in the form of decor, records, instruments. It was very different from Jungkook’s style.

Face looking crestfallen out of nowhere, Yoongi knows where your mind has wandered. It makes his heart plummet into his guts.

“Y/N.” Yoongi’s voice warned, cutting you out of one of the many memories of you and Jungkook. You didn’t even want to look at him you felt so ashamed. You thought you had been getting better, what with the weeks since your last encounter with your ex best friend. Yet the only thing that lingered within the forefront of your mind was that the day you’ve been absolutely dreading was coming up.

Jungkook’s wedding.

Yoongi knew this too. Which is why if they were going to pull off this little impromptu plan of Jimin and Jungkook’s, he needed to act now.

“So, we should go out tonight.”

“Okay. Where too?”

“It’s a surprise.”

Giving Yoongi a ‘really’ look, you folded your arms across your chest.

“What?” Yoongi wasn’t a good actor, which is how you knew that he was up to something. You may not have known him for that long, but you knew him well enough to pick out the signs of him lying. Shifty eyes, fidgety hands, swaying body. Eyes narrowing further onto the male had a bead of sweat roll down the side of his face.

“Fine.”

Trying not to show surprise of his own, he coolly replied back in his usual monotonous tone.

“Good. I’ll send a car to pick you up and I’ll meet you there. Be ready by five, and wear something warm. It’s going to be cold tonight.”

With a trill of your lips, you gave him the ‘ok’ sign with your fingers and left him to his own, suspicious, self.

#######

With the sun now down, it was hard to establish where exactly you got dropped off. Wrapping your jacket tighter around you, your eyes scanned your surroundings. The only hint you had of where you were at was the very distinct floral smell that wafted into your nostrils the moment you stepped foot past the iron gate. It seems like you were at some garden, but you didn’t know which one.

In the distance you could see something laying on a lone bench, a single trail light casted a prominent glow onto it, but you couldn’t make out what it was from the distance you were at. Walking closer, your eyes still searched for Yoongi as you neared the bench.

Picking up the object, you turned it around in your hand to thoroughly check it out. It was nothing but an envelope. A plain white one, with an intricately designed bouquet of flowers hand drawn on it. Opening the flap, you slid the piece of paper out and read the poem that was written on it out loud to yourself.

‘I’m jealous of the moon,

because she knows all of your 5am secrets.

And your sheets who get to touch

every part of you as you fall asleep.

While I get to keep a close eye on this empty pillow,

waiting for your weight to keep it warm.

But the sun,

he is luckiest of all.

When you’re half asleep, groggy

and painfully unaware of how

beautiful you look,

he kisses your lips with light.’

Flipping it over, there was further instructions to follow the lit up path to a fountain, where there will be a door to it’s left with steps you were supposed to step up. One more note would be waiting, taped to said door for you to read.

You would be lying if you said your eyes didn’t start to water when you read the poem, but you refused to let one tear fall. Just like the hand drawn picture on the front of the envelope, this poem was hand written with ink and quill. The only way you know that, is from the various lessons that Jungkook taught you on how to use it. And every stroke, every letter, every word, just screamed that Jungkook wrote this.

Now there wasn’t a doubt in your mind, as you became dreadfully well aware that Yoongi was not going to be showing up any time soon. You were on your own, and this was a set up. One you would least expect him to cooperate in.

Now the question remained.

Do you stay and see what else this ‘surprise’ garnishes? Risk another potential heartache and hear some pretty words that he hopes will be enough to heal all the scars he left in his wake when he left you that fateful morning?

Or do you not take any chances, and just leave right now? Protecting your heart, your mind, your soul?

Having an inner battle with your head and heart, you eventually came upon only one solution.

You needed to leave.

Pivoting in your shoes, you begin to trek your way back to the gate you once passed through moments ago. When you were but a few strides away from repeating the action to head back home, a blackened silhouette made itself known. It seemed to be hiding behind the concrete wall that was attached to the iron gate entrance, as if expecting you to leave.

The figure, dressed in an all black ensemble to blend in with the night sky, walked closer to you, effectively giving you a better view of their face.

It was a male, one you instantly recognized, yet haven’t personally seen in a long time. One that you weren’t too close with, but someone else was — Jungkook.

It was Park Jimin, his male best friend.

“Leaving so soon, y/n? Not going to even give the guy a proper chance to make things right?”

Folding your arms across your chest in order to keep yourself warm from the bitter, cold night, you locked eyes with Jimin.

“So I was right, this is a set up. What I’m curious about is exactly how you convinced Yoongi to participate in it.”

“Wasn’t very hard, all he had was your happiness in mind. He’s a good guy.” Jimin’s voice was matter of fact, genuine.

Nodding your head in agreement, you asked a question that you already knew the answer too, but wanted verbal confirmation.

“What’s behind that door, Jimin?”

Jimin gave a lopsided grin, and a light hearted chuckle.

“Why don’t you find out yourself, y/n?”

Tilting your head back, neck elongating, you stared up at the clear, night sky. Not a cloud was in sight, which allowed you to visibly take in the beauty that the twinkling stars held that night. You knew the answer to his question, yet it was stuck in your throat. Him being here, meant that Jungkook was very serious about you meeting with him. Cause as far as you knew, Jimin wasn’t even in the wedding, due to Isla not liking the ‘bad influence’ he has on Jungkook.

You agreed in the sense, that whenever they got together, there was always trouble in their wake. Whether it was a drunken night out on the town, or within the confines of Jungkook’s apartment, they never failed to involve some form of alcohol. Not that you minded their shenanigans, it was mostly all in good fun. You even joined them in their partying when you were in the mood.

It’s just how Jimin was, unlike Jungkook, he was outgoing and social, like you. He loved to meet new people, try out new places to eat or hangout, encouraged Jungkook to get out of his enclosed shell before he got all ‘old, wrinkly, and grumpy’.

There was even a night that you shared alone with Jimin, but you both refused to ever speak about it, knowing it was nothing more than a drunken night of release that you equally benefited from. Jungkook doesn’t even know of it.

Dropping your gaze back onto the male in front of you, you spoke the truth in a soft voice. So soft, he almost couldn’t hear what you said.

“I’m scared, Jimin. I don’t want to be hurt again.”

His own features softened upon your confession. Stepping towards you, he lifted a hand to gently rub the top of your head, before tucking your hair behind your ear.

“That’s the thing when it comes to love, y/n. You give someone the power to hurt you, but hope that they don’t.” Exhaling quietly, he gave you a choice. “Please, just hear him out one last time? I made a promise with Yoongi that after tonight, if you so choose, I would make sure to not let Jungkook interfere with your life anymore. You know I always keep my promises.” His eyes held a glint of mischief, and you knew the promise he was referring too.

You gave out a half hearted scoff, and a small smile.

“Okay, Jimin. One last time.”

“Thank you.”

#######

“You’re late.” His voice echoed loudly in the large cathedral as he stood at the opposite end of the long aisle at the altar. The very same one he was soon to be married in, and the exact same spot he would be standing when he says his vows. Fantastic. No wonder you had no clue where you were, having never been here before yourself.

“Yeah, I know. I didn’t want to be here. Frankly, you should be glad I showed up at all.” Your eyes shifted to anywhere but his, as you took in the decor that was set up in preparation for the upcoming wedding. It wasn’t your cup of tea at all, but whatever works for them.

“Ouch. You wound me, y/n.” He clutched his chest with his free hand, the other was still hidden behind his back. You could tell he was holding something, but you weren’t sure what.

“What’s a reunion without a little argument?” You jested half serious, half playful.

“Probably the sign of a healthier relationship?” He retorted back in the same childlike manner.

Taking a step onto the aisle that was lined with a red carpet that looked like it would be used at a movie premiere, you held your arms out to your sides as you slowly twirled in a circle, letting out a low whistle as you did.

“Nice place. I would’ve gone differently with the color palette and decor, but–,” you finally locked eyes with Jungkook as you finished your statement. “–it’s not my wedding now, is it? It’s yours. Does the bride to be know where her groom is right now?”

“She thinks I’m out with Jimin to practice my vows.” Jungkook admits with a sheepish, and equally as guilty smile, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.

“Of course! Couldn’t let her know you were actually meeting up with little ol’ me on the night before your big day now could you? I can only imagine the scandal it would bring. Wouldn’t want to tarnish your reputations.” You feigned a look of understanding and sympathy, before reverting back to your emotionless face.

“Why am I here, Jungkook? Here of all places? Just wanting to rub salt in the wound? Well, newsflash, it fucking hurts.”’

Jungkook flinched from the sharp, lethal words. He’ll be the first to say that yes, this definitely wasn’t his best idea to bring you here for what he has to say, but it’s all he could come up with in such short notice. With being close to the pastor all these months due to wedding planning, all it took was a little white lie about practicing vows on the promise to not touch anything, for him to be able to obtain the keys for the night and return them by morning.

“That wasn’t my intention, y/n. I never meant to hurt you, ever.” With each word he spoke, he took a cautious step in your direction. You couldn’t help but think his answer held an underlying meaning, noticing how he drug out ‘ever’.

When you showed no signs of running away, his steps became gradually more confident and full of purpose until he came to a stop in front of you.

“It took me longer than it should have to realize,” he admitted, brandishing a bouquet in between you that he was holding behind his back the entire time. You immediately recognized it as the same one that was hand drawn on the first envelope you received. “I’m in love with you, and if you don’t feel the same–,” his voice broke off from the emotion he was trying to veil, before he cleared his throat enough to continue. “–just please, please, don’t leave me.” His eyes pleaded with yours, one lone tear falling down his perfectly well kept skin on his cheek.

You wanted to scream. You wanted to laugh. You wanted to cry. You wanted to smile even, despite how shitty he made you feel these past months, cause how long have you waited to hear those words fall from his lips. Instead, you kept a straight face as your eyes bore into his, and you spoke your truth.

“I’ve learned a lot this year. I learned that things don’t always turn out the way you planned, or the way you think they should. And I’ve learned that there are things that go wrong that don’t always get fixed, or put back together the way they were before. I’ve learned that some broken things stay broken, and I’ve learned that you can get through bad times and keep looking for better ones, as long as you have people who love you.”

“Y/N–,” you put up a hand to stop him from speaking, you weren’t done yet. He slowly lowered the flowers to his side, but kept a firm grip. It was the only thing keeping him grounded right now as he listened to you.

“And I didn’t just fall in love with you. I walked into love with you with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we’d choose anyway. And I’d choose you — in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and choose you.” You emphasized your point with a gentle poke to his chest, right above his heart, before splaying your hand to lay on his chest instead.

In spite of being successful all night, your eyes betrayed you as you still gazed into his, as tears began to fall down your cheeks. He wanted to speak, but something told him not too. He was wise to trust his gut, cause not even a moment later did yours open, and his heart plummeted.

“And that’s what’s wrong, Jungkook. I would consistently choose you, but you would never choose me. Be content with me, be happy with me.”

“That’s not true, y/n. If you’d just let me–,” his hand came up to grip yours that was still on his chest with a firm, yet gentle grip. He squeezed your hand, as he stepped closer to you, this time ready to get out what he needed to say before you could.

“I want you to have my last name, not her. Your Sunday mornings and daily commutes. I want your phone calls and your quirks. Your sick days and your hair in my shower drain. I want your laugh. Your arms around my waist when I walk by, and you don’t want me to leave. Your eye contact. Your smile. I want to find your lost keys. Do your laundry. Make your coffee the way you like it. I want the other side of the bed to be yours, our bodies intertwined. I want your silences. Your internet history and your electricity bills. I want your twisted past, and your convoluted future. I just want — no, I need you, y/n. It’s always been you, and it always will be you.”

Your body sagged forward, head falling into his chest as you stared at the ugly, red carpet you both stood on. Tears kept falling, no matter how many times you tried to stop. He released your hand to wrap the same arm around your back to pull you in closer, his head dropping to lay on top of yours.

He thought, ‘this is it, this is the start of a new chapter’, the only problem was, it was also the end of another.

“Perhaps self-love is the thing that matters most in this world; you can escape this town, this city, but you can’t escape yourself.” You said it so softly, it barely registered to him that you even said anything. Pushing yourself away from him, took all your strength. His forlorn face made you want to kiss away the pain he felt, but you knew it would only further yours.

“I tried to convince myself that your love was enough to fix me from the damages that I have suffered from, but the more I held you, the more I wallowed in self pity for not being what you deserve. Then, I realized, that someone loving me doesn’t equate to me loving myself.”

You wiped at your eyes with the back of your hands as a last attempt to calm yourself down enough to finish your final thoughts out loud. It was futile, and only staved them off long enough for your words to single handedly split Jungkook’s heart in two, before you said goodbye and wished him well with his wedding and future endeavors, a sad, yet genuine smile plastered on your face so he knew you meant well.

“I wanted you, but I needed myself more.”

The bouquet of flowers fell on the ground the moment the door shut behind you.

*******

Now - The Day of the Wedding

You paced back and forth in Yoongi’s living room. You may as well just live here with the amount of time you don’t spend at the place you actually pay for each month.

Yoongi watched you go back and forth not understanding how you weren’t tired or dizzy yet.

“Do you regret it?”

“I — No?”

“Why does that sound more like a question than an answer, y/n.”

“I don’t know, Yoongi!” Your sudden outburst had you immediately plopping down beside the male who sat on the couch, as you nuzzled into his side with a silent apology. Digging your head into his shoulder, you groaned. He lazily patted your head in reassurance that he took no offense. But it didn’t stop him pressing further.

“There’s still time, you know.”

“Huh? What do you mean?” You craned your neck to look up into his eyes. His looked down into yours with hidden mischief. You think Jimin has rubbed off on him since their little plan.

“We can go crash the wedding.” He said it so casually, so seriously, you had to repeat your previous question, completely caught off guard.

“Are you nuts?!” Your eyes widened as you smacked his chest lightly with your hand. Pushing yourself off of him to sit up and face him fully.

His facial expression didn’t change, and neither did his answer.

“Yeah. There’s still time for us to drive to the venue and crash the wedding. So–?” He trailed off, before waving his hand towards the direction of his front door.

“So–?” You made a bemused face, thinking he has to be full of shit. Right?

Wrong.

Sighing quietly to himself, he abruptly stood up from the couch and grabbed onto your hand to pull you up along with him. Still holding said hand, he pulled you behind him to the front door and only stopped to grab his keys from the bowl that was located on top of the small table in the foyer. Once retrieving them, he pulled the door open and gently maneuvered your body to go in front of him, effectively having you now stand out on his front porch with an incredulous look on your face.

His back was turned towards you as he locked his door, then he turned back around to face you, only to grab your hand, yet again, and make you trail behind him the few paces down the front steps to his car that sat underneath the awning that connected to the front of the house.

Opening the car door for you, he gave you no time to question anything and had you ducking into the passenger side of the door with his hand hovering above your head to make sure you don’t hit your head on the car roof. Safely buckled in, did he shut your car door and make his way around to the driver’s side, immediately sinking into the expensive leather seat with ease. Sticking the keys into the ignition, he pressed the button that would turn the car on. With it now roaring to life, the vibrations lightly shaking your body with a comforting low ‘hum’ of the engine as background noise, you looked at Yoongi who was already staring back at you.

“Are we actually about to do this?” It was meant as a rhetorical question, you already fully aware that once his mind is made up, there’s no going back. Yoongi let your question linger in the enclosed space, not answering.

You felt scared, you felt nervous, you felt excited.

Yoongi watched your facial expressions change within moments of each other, as he patiently waited for you to come to terms with how you were truly feeling.

With resolve and confidence, you answered your own question.

“We’re doing this. Oh geez — let’s go.”

*******

You could hear the voice of the pastor reverberate through the church as you stood in front of the cathedral doors. Your adrenaline was long gone, your nerves back in full force, as you doubted everything you were about to do.

Yoongi could read it on your face, and offered you one last chance. Or, he was. Until the universe did it for him, and for you.

“Speak now, or forever hold your peace.”

Both of your eyes widened as you let out a quiet gasp, shoulders bouncing up and down due to your breath coming out in short pants at the adrenaline that suddenly found it’s way back into your body. He gripped your shoulders firmly and spoke in a rush.

“Do you love him? Are you still in love with him?”

“Yes.” You said it so quickly, you surprised yourself.

“Then go, now.”

So you did.

Grabbing onto the large handle, Yoongi helped you heave the door open with a loud screech. One that instantly quieted everyone in attendance.

Including the future bride and groom.

And just like you’ve seen in all those cheesy rom-coms, you yelled out the only phrase that seemed logical in this situation.

“I OBJECT!”

Around you there was scattered gasps and exclamations of, ‘oh my’, ‘I’ve never seen this happen before’, ‘who is she?’, and your favorite ‘she’s prettier than Isla’. Sure, it was spoken by what looked like a twelve year old, but it was still more than enough to give you the courage to continue with the path you’ve chosen.

Now speaking directly to the blushing bride, you walked briskly down the aisle as you locked eyes with her.

“Do you love him?”

She gave you a ‘are you stupid’ look.

“We’re to be married, you fool. Of course I love him.”

Ignoring the judgmental, angry and shocked looks of wedding guests and wedding party alike, you pressed on. Not once have you entertained the idea of seeing how Jungkook felt about all of this.

“What do you love about him? Does he make you feel special? Bring you joy? Do you wish to spend your time with him?”

Now standing six feet away from the pair, you steeled your nerve enough to wait for her reply.

“Uh—,” she stammered over her reply, flustered from the kind of attention she wasn’t expecting to gain from your wedding crashing. Her eyes shifted to everyone but you, as she laughed humorlessly, attempting to bypass your question completely.

Jungkook wasn’t going to let her go so easily.

“Do you?” He spoke up for the first time since your arrival, his voice instantly sending a shiver down your spine, yet you still refused to look in his direction, eyes focused solely on Isla.

“Jungkook!” She had the nerve to be upset with him about wanting reassurance, and it had you seeing red.

“What’s wrong with Jungkook wanting to be reassured that the person he’s marrying and making his wife is in love with him?”

“Yeah, Isla. Is there anything you would like I share with the groom? With his family? With yours? With your beloved guests?”

Jimin comes seemingly out of nowhere, brandishing his phone in front of him. A rather lewd and sexual video was playing loud enough for you three and the people in front, the family, to both hear and bare witness too.

“Wanted to make sure that my best friend here was marrying the right person as well. So, imagine to my surprise, when I receive an anonymous tip that you’ve secretly been seeing someone behind Jungkook’s back the entire time.”

Jungkook steps forward, letting go of Isla’s hands, in order to get a better look at what was playing on the phone screen. Unfortunately, he knew from the sounds alone that it was Isla. What he didn’t expect, was who exactly she was fucking around with — Caleb, her cousin.

Rather, it was someone she claimed was her cousin.

Yoongi appeared next to Jimin and they shared a knowing look between each other. Raising your brow at the two, you made a mental note to ask them about it later, when you weren’t in the middle of crashing a wedding.

“Isla!” Said ‘cousin’ rushed to the front, Isla pursed her lips and ran towards him. Not before getting one last word in, however.

“Fuck all of you!” She screamed it while brandishing a finger at you all, her face red with anger.

“Nah, apparently your cousin has that covered for you.” Jungkook sneered at her. With his glance flickering over to Caleb, he takes a step toward him that has him flinching back in fear. You rolled your eyes at Jungkook’s antics. Isla fumed, you swear you could almost see smoke coming out of her ears that were just as red as her face. She then escaped the church with Caleb on her heels, her family members soon following after, heads bowed in shame.

“Safe to say, folks. The wedding is off. You all can go home now.” Jungkook cupped his hands on the sides of his mouth to make his voice louder, making sure all remaining wedding guests were well aware of the situation at hand.

As they all gradually left in clusters down the aisle, Jungkook’s family walks towards the front where you all are.

“My baby…,” Mrs. Jeon lovingly pats Jungkook’s face with her hands, while his father, Mr. Jeon, gives him a solemn pat on his shoulder before firmly gripping it, a morose look was on his face as they nodded at each other in solidarity.

“I’m fine, really. I honestly didn’t want to marry her any ways.” He gently wiped his mom’s tears with the decorative, expensively embroidered, pocket handkerchief that he wore on his tux.

“Besides, I’d like to reintroduce you both to someone you already know.” His eyes flickered to you for the first time since you stepped foot into the church. The entire Jeon family now stared at you, it had your own cheeks turning red due to all the unwarranted attention.

“Y/N! Oh my. We can’t thank you enough for saving our boy from that awful woman. He should be with you! I keep telling him, but he never listens!”

Mrs. Jeon immediately opened her arms to you and gave you a warm hug. You returned it with a nervous chuckle, narrowing your eyes at Jungkook in question. Mr. Jeon just smiled warmly at you, not so subtly nudging Jungkook in his side. An action that made Jungkook grin at his father.

When she let go of you, you took your chance to acknowledge the two quiet males that stood off to the side of the little reunion.

“So, as much as I would love to take full credit in saving Jungkook from that she devil, I have a funny feeling that you both played a bigger part then you let on. Am I right?”

“I’m curious as well, Jimin. Who was that anonymous tip?” Jungkook’s voice came from off to your side, him now standing next to you. His hand accidentally brushed against yours as he did so, and you were tempted to grab his hand and lace your fingers with his, but you held back.

Trying not to let his close presence deter your thoughts from the matter at hand, you joined Jungkook in the stare down of the two very suspicious males.

It was Yoongi who broke first, he never was one to keep secrets from you. Even keeping this for as long as he did, he felt terrible, and only hoped you would understand where he was coming from.

“Jimin contacted me last night, he said that he was suspicious of Isla seeing someone behind Jungkook’s back. He wanted to know if I had any connections that could help him figure out if it was true or not — and I did.”

“Last night? Is that what you were doing when I met here with Jungkook?”

“Guilty.” Sighing in exasperation, you walked towards Yoongi. He braced himself for what was to come, and expected the worst. You had other plans.

Throwing your arms around Yoongi’s neck, you gave him the biggest hug you could muster. Then you whispered your heartfelt thanks in his ear, a quiet ‘you’re welcome’ in your own ear is what you got back in return.

Jungkook walked up to Jimin in the time being, and they shared a bro hug as Jungkook gave his own thank you. The two sharing a brotherly moment, you couldn’t help but ‘coo’ at them playfully.

Jungkook sauntered up to you now that you were detached from Yoongi. Despite the audience around you, he wasted no time in placing his hands on your waist and pulling your body flush against his. An ‘oof’ made it’s way out of your mouth at the sudden action, before he swallowed it with a deep kiss on your lips.

His parents looked at each other knowingly before sharing a loving kiss of their own, happy that their son was able to find real love in the end of all this mess.

Jimin threw an arm around Yoongi’s shoulder and patted his chest warmly, much to Yoongi’s displeasure of human touch. Knowing that he meant well, he just gave a tight smile to the overly affectionate male for the sake of not wanting to ruin the precious moment.

*******

Epilogue – 2 Years Later

You arrive at the studio that Jungkook said he would meet you at. It’s nondescript on the outside, but inside you can see storage full of art supplies, extremely expensive looking lighting equipment, and a few computers.

At the back of the space there is a wide open area that you assume is the photography set. A roll of white paper hung from the wall, illuminated by several fill lights, and sending a cascading backdrop across the floor.

“Welcome to my office for the day!” Jungkook greets you excitedly. You set your bulky bag of snacks you brought on a nearby desk. A millisecond later, Jungkook pulls you close.

“I can tell we’re going to create something amazing today, baby.”

“Me too! Also, look what I got!” You trailed off in a sing songy voice. You gesture towards the bag of snacks, and gleefully show off your excellent taste in take out that he requested along with the snacks. Jungkook ‘ooh’s’ and ‘ahh’s’ over your choices while he starts setting up a tripod in front of the white backdrop.

Wait. What? A tripod?

“Hold on. Baby, I’m confused. Aren’t you going to be shooting while I pose?” You asked your boyfriend warily.

“Surprise!” He threw his arms out at his sides, looking the most excited you’ve ever seen him, not including the time you finally agreed to be his girlfriend. But it wasn’t an easy feat to do, you made him work for it. Made the sex all the more better.

“I decided I wanted to do a dynamic body paint that requires both of our bodies! I’m setting up the tripod to shoot video while I paint, and then we’ll take some photos afterwards.” Jungkook grins, clearly delighted with the ruse. He looks at you expectantly for your equally delighted reaction.

“This is going to be so hot.” He smirked at your answer, pleased.

“I knew you would think so.”

“I’m ready for you to start bossing me around.” You hand trailed down his torso to grip onto one of his pant loops, hooking a finger in one, you tugged him closer.

“If you insist.” Jungkook has a devious sparkle in his eye, and you can tell he’s more than ready to play that role.

“So? What do you say, baby?” He looks you up and down with a hopeful smile. “You’re even wearing the perfect outfit to get messy in!”

Glancing down at your outfit of choice, you realized he was right about that. You were always cautious when it came to being around Jungkook and his paints, knowing full well due to mishaps and shenanigans in the past, that any clothes you wore would not be safe. With that in mind, you threw on an old band tee, and some worn out, equally as old, boyfriend jeans, just incase.

“You like?” You purred at him playfully, and twirled around in a slow circle to give him a full view of your outfit.

“Yeah, you look so cute. I’m definitely feeling inspired.” This time, as he looks you over, you can see that he’s checking you out. He’s clearly eager to share his ‘creative process’ with you.

“I was hoping it wouldn’t be too plain, you know? I didn’t want to get paint on any of my very best clothes.” Your startled expression makes Jungkook chuckle.

“God, you’re adorable. That’s what soap is for, baby.” His sarcastic comment gets concealed by his charming smile, completely disarming you and making you blush.

“Although–,” he trailed off with a waggle of his eyebrows. “–seeing you paint in something more suggestive could’ve been fun.”

You feigned thinking deeply before replying.

“Hmm, maybe next time?” Your raised your brows at him with a coy smile.

“Who knows? Maybe we’ll end up using our naked bodies like paintbrushes, all I know is I’m ready to make some art.”

“Let’s do it, koo, together.” You affirmed with a wide, excited smile. Jungkook mirrors your grin and wraps you up in a loving hug.

“Yes!” He fist pumped the air after letting you go. “I was really hoping you’d want too!” His energy is intoxicating, you can’t help but start bouncing on the balls of your feet in anticipation, the way he’s so enthusiastic about doing this with you fills you with butterflies.

“So, tell me what’s next! Where do we start?”

“First,” he held one finger up in between you both. “I need to get some supplies set up, but whenever you’re ready you can take your clothes off. Then you can meet me in front of the camera.” With the same pointed finger, he shows you where he wants you to stand in front of the tripod.

After a few moments of psyching yourself up, you tug your clothes off, discarding them in a pile on the floor, just behind the camera. Jungkook, preparing his paints, pauses briefly to take in the view before stripping himself of his own worldly clothes to join you in the nude.

Jungkook makes quick work to line up the mixed paints near the backdrop. He glances and smiles at you each time he comes close. Finally, he returns, bare feet on white paper, and lifts his paintbrush.

“It’s time.” He checks with you one last time, wanting to make sure you’re comfortable with continuing. You nod at him with a shy smile, giving permission.

The first stroke of paint on your skin feels cold and refreshing. You flinch slightly, which has Jungkook chuckling lightly. The sensation snaps through you, adding a jolt of adrenaline to the excitement that’s already pumping through your veins.

Jungkook paints you methodically, strokes even and controlled. Time speeds past — half an hour? Several days? — as he covers inch after inch of your skin with cool, liquid pigment. As he works, he stabilizes his painting hand by holding you in place. His cool fingers press onto your body as if to keep you standing upright.

“How do you feel?”

The hairs on the back of your neck stand up when Jungkook whispers in your ear. His breath tickles as he breaks the charged silence that had been building between you two.

“A little nervous…” you speak in a quiet voice.

“Good nervous? Or bad nervous? Let me know if you want to take a break, okay?” His worried gaze as he pauses with his brush strokes to look you in your eyes causes warmth to build in your chest at his genuine concern for your well being.

“It’s a good nervous, I think.”

“Well, let’s see if I can’t calm you down anyways, yeah?”

Jungkook glides the paintbrush across your skin slowly, making each stroke feel heavy and calculated. He moves with your breath, and you find yourself slipping into an almost meditative state as he works. Slowly your body fills with squares of every color of the rainbow, pixelation making its way over the surface of your skin. Jungkook is focused, meticulous, but his passion makes you feel like a masterpiece.

“You are very good at what you do, Jungkook.”

“So I’ve been told.” He gives you a cheeky wink, then gives you an offer. “I think it’s about time you tried. Are you ready to paint me?”

“Yes!” Your eyes widen in anticipation as you clap your hands together gleefully, careful not to disturb any of Jungkook’s art work.

“I’ve been waiting for this all day. There are a couple things to be mindful of when you paint, though.” He made sure you were paying attention, then went on. “It’s important that you make all the squares the same size, but you can place them sort of randomly.”

“Okay.” You say confidently. “I think I can handle squares.”

“I know you can.” He gives you a supportive smile that makes you swoon. “You also want to pay attention to the colors you’re using. Don’t put similar colors too close to each other or they’ll blend together.”

After these few short lessons, Jungkook places the paintbrush in your hand. He’s direct and firm as he shows you where and how to place the paint. His dominant energy gets your heart racing, but he’s a kind teacher. He wraps his hand around yours to guide your movements, and you feel your face flush at the touch.

You can’t help but feel turned on as you work, and you wish you could stop painting to make out without interrupting the footage. Instead, you cover Jungkook in colors and trace with the paintbrush where you’d like your hands to wander. His body is amazing, and he’s not shy about showing it off while you paint. You methodically paint square after square on his skin, slowly covering every inch of blank space.

It takes hours to finish the project, and a lot of posing in front of a mirror so Jungkook can see the progress. As the hours go on, you find yourself accidentally locking eyes with Jungkook when you both gaze in the mirror. Each time he holds your gaze, you can feel the sparks between you.

“What are you thinking?” He asks you, thoroughly interested.

“How much I want to kiss you.” You answer him honestly.

Jungkook’s face is covered in squares, but you can still see him blush.

“I want to kiss you, too.” He admits.

“Then maybe we should take a break…,” you trail off mischievously. “For kissing purposes.”

“Soon.” He promises. “I’m almost done. Then you can kiss me all you want.”

“But I’ve already waited so long!” You whined childishly, with a pouty face.

Jungkook turns to you with a devilish grin.

“Trust me, it’ll make it even better.”

At long last, you dunk your paintbrush into the water for the final time. It was a long process, and you’re glad it’s over, but mostly because Jungkook was turning you on so much. The temptation was overwhelming.

“Alright! Time to get some photos. I’m going to leave it on the tripod to shoot them automatically. All you have to do is stand here with me and change your pose after you hear the shutter click.”

You both pose together in front of the camera. After snapping a few pics, he leans in to kiss you. You meet his lips with a fervor, and it’s not long before you lose yourselves in a passionate make out session.

“Want more?” He whispers onto your still parted lips in a sultry voice. All you can muster is a nod of your head. He gives you one last chaste kiss before he begins planting a line of kisses all the way from your mouth, down to your ankle. Each press of his lips seems to stop your heart for a second.

He looks up at you from his kneeled position on the floor, making intense eye contact with you. Soon enough you find yourself straddling him on the floor, paint getting everywhere as you tussle and kiss. His bare skin feels hot against yours. Before things get too heated, Jungkook remembers that the camera is still on and gets up to turn it off.

“Wait!” You grab his wrist, stopping him from walking towards the camera. “Keep it on.” His eyes get dark as you say your next words. “This footage could be…useful.”

Jungkook smiles and steps away from the camera. Kneeling down beside you back on the floor, he takes your face in his hands and kisses you hard.

“I love the way your brain works.” He says breathlessly. “Have I ever mentioned that I’ve always wanted to try performance art?” He wiggles his eyebrows at you, hinting at the multiple lewd thoughts in his head.

You don’t reply, and just lean back up to smash your lips against his. It was all the response he needed.

The two of you become a tangle of limbs and paint, making a mess of the paper backdrop below you. You didn’t know at the time, but it would soon pose as a wedding gift from your future husband, who decided to keep a large chunk of your shared masterpiece with that thought in mind.

Trails of paint follow you across the floor, making new colors against one another as you and Jungkook press your bodies together, grinding as you kiss.

“I want you so bad.” He admits to you in a whiny tone, one he only ever gets with you, when he’s turned on enough pass the point of no return.

You take his hand and move it directly between your legs, making him let out another high pitched whine, this time accompanied shortly after by a low grunt when he realizes just how ready you already were for him. Jungkook then grins as you moan in response to his skilled fingers, as he expertly worked you to your first orgasm.

“You like that, baby girl?” His eyes were fixated on your face as you nodded eagerly, making eye contact as you finally let go, and he knows he’ll never get tired of seeing you this way. In the heat of your passion, you lose track of how many times you each begged each other for more.

Lost in the heat of the moment, a knock at the door brings you both back to the reality of where you’re currently at and you both jump to your feet.

Jungkook let’s out a sigh of frustration, clearly not ready to end this new way of art that you were definitely down to continue at your shared home.

“I totally forgot. I told Jimin that him and Yoongi could stop by around this time if they wanted too.” He gives you a sheepish smile, as he rubs the side of his neck guiltily. “We’re going to have to get dressed now.”

“Why don’t we invite them in?” You smile wantonly at your boyfriend, the suggestion making his once light eyes, turn dark again with a lust filled haze. “Ask them to join. Make their day.”

“You really have a devilish side, don’t you?”

You shrug your shoulders innocently.

“Is that a yes?” You ask him half joking, half serious. Who wouldn’t want three gorgeous men worshipping you at once that you trust fully?

His eyes narrow at you, seriously contemplating your offer.

“Not this time. Rain check?”

“I guess that’s agreeable.” You sigh in feigned disappointment, making Jungkook lightly slap your ass in retort, and you squeal from the sudden onslaught.

“Good. But for now we gotta clean up in record time. Let’s go!”

You two hastily clean up your paint smeared bodies as best as you can, then wait for your heart rates to return to normal, as you both get your clothes back on. You feel exhilarated, silly, and absolutely on cloud nine as you pack up everything to take back home. Jungkook and you then walk to the studio entrance and he looks into your eyes.

Jungkook meets your lips and kisses you deeply. You close your eyes and lose yourself in the moment, yet again. This time, you were interrupted by the impatient males that were still waiting for you to open the door for them.

“We can hear you kissing, you freaks. Hurry up!” Jimin shouted through the door, making you both part and smile adoringly at each other.

“Today was amazing. Thank you for being so supportive. I love you, y/n.” His eyes show nothing but love and warmth, and you’re positive that yours reflects the same as you reply back just as earnestly.

“I love you too, Jungkook.”

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