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jeonbunnie · 9 months

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love is gone

pairing: reader x jeon jeongguk

anon suggested: “I had this idea for a fic it's angst with a lot of heartbreak with soft smut based on love is gone by Slander ft. Dylan Matthew, basically the oc and jungkook have been in a relationship for two years but recently she's felt him drifting away from her and things aren't the way it used to be so she plans a super cute date night in hopes of saving their relationship which he agrees too but he doesn't come home that evening....when he does come home the next day and mentions they have to talk she knows what he's going to say but she thinks if she can show him one more time he'll feel how much she loves him...but in the end his love is gone.”

summary: Jeongguk tries to let you down easy.

genre: angst; smut; 18+;

content/warnings: POV shifts; boyfriend!jeongguk; established relationship;break up!au; hurt/comfort; make up sex (kinda lol); fingering,unprotected sex

soundtrack: love is gone— by slander ft.Dylan Matthew (highly recommend listening to the acoustic ver)

a/n: writing this made me… 😮‍💨 mark me down as sad and horny byeeeeeeeee. Also reader has brown eyes bc of reasons. Brown eyed girl supremacy, mwah!

word count: 1.4K

♪ It tears me up when you turn me down. I'm begging please, just stick around♪

"Baby, let's talk."

Something about the way he said it made your heart crack. The tone of his voice, the softness of Jeongguk's words, there's a finality to it all that made you anxious for what came next.

"Can you come with me for a minute?"

You didn't want to have this conversation. You already knew where it would lead.

Everything in you wants to say no. But it's the first time you've seen Jeongguk in 24 hours and the first time he's held your hand in weeks, so you let him lead you outside, helpless against his touch.

You couldn't face him when you sat down on the park bench, and you're sure the words you've been avoiding will be written all over his expression, so instead, you look out at the horizon.

It was hurting you. Sitting at the bench with Jeongguk so close but so far away, the distance between you verging on strangers.

You had half a mind to lash out and accuse him of breaking up with you in public so you could accept it quietly and not cause a scene. But you know him.

You know your boyfriend was kind and gentle-hearted. He probably brought you out here because you loved sunsets, and he wanted to give you a nice memory even as he said goodbye.

In the distance, the sunset was a red-orangey glow, casting everything the light touched in golden warmth—but you can't feel it. All you feel is ice-cold dread for what's about to happen.

So you beat him to the punch. "You're breaking up with me, aren't you?"

All the air rushed out of Jeongguk in a sigh. "Am I that obvious?"

You would have laughed at his question if it hadn't hurt you so much. "You've been avoiding me all week. Last night, you asked me for space, and now you want to 'talk.' We haven't talked in days. I might be blindly in love with you, but I'm not an idiot," you said, trying hard to keep the words from coming out bitter.

Jeongguk ran a hand through his hair, nerves on edge. Masked behind your anger, he could hear the hurt in your voice, and he hated being the cause of it. This wasn't easy for him, letting you go. But he couldn't keep you either.

"I think," he started. "I think we should start seeing other people."

At his confirmation, a hot tear slid down your cheek. Before you could wipe the tear yourself, Jeongguk reached out, closing the distance between you, and brushed the tear away with his thumb. He never could stand seeing you cry.

"Did I do something wrong?" You asked, barely keeping yourself together.

"No. Of course not. It's not you—"

"—It's me?" You finished, offering him a wobbly smile. "You don't have to say that just to be nice."

The look on your face made Jeongguk's chest ache so much he could barely breathe. "I don't wanna hurt you. . ."

"But you don't want to stay either?"

He doesn't answer that question; somehow, the silence between you only makes you feel worse.

"I see. . . "you said, nodding your head. "So that's why you didn't come home last night."

You fell asleep on the couch, waiting for him to find his way back to you so the picnic basket you packed remained untouched on the counter. You thought you could remind him of how great things used to be by recreating your first date at the park.

It involved fairy lights, wine, and homemade sweets filled with the love you hoped to remind him of. The love you hoped was still there.

Now you realize Jeongguk was never going to come back home to you. Not last night or any night after.

In a way, you're grateful. Considering the surprise you had planned, it would have been embarrassing if he had come home the night before.

Of course, you still made it to the park, but the situation was dramatically different now. But instead of making up, you were breaking apart.

"I'm sure you noticed how different things are between us now," said Jeonggguk. "Last night, I needed time alone to think. I tried to imagine myself without you. And the thing is, I could….and it all felt so."

You bit your lip, holding back more tears. "Is there anything I can do to convince you to stay?"

Jeongguk was quiet for a moment, and hope built in your chest, but it died just as quickly when you saw him shake his head no.

Jeongguk forced his face to stay neutral. "I will always love you, but just not in the way I wish I still could."

"So this is it then? We're over? Just like that?"

You want to cry, scream, and beg, but Jeongguk is still and calm beside you. So calm you know he's already decided to end things, and you know him well enough to know how stubborn he is that he won't change his mind now that he's made it up.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I understand if you don't want to be around me, I've already made plans to stay at Joons tonight if you prefer me gone."

That was the last thing you wanted. "No," You said, pushing down the sobs that threatened to come from your mouth. "Can you stay, please?"

Jeongguk hesitated, looking away from the face of the setting sun. "I'm not sure that's such a good idea…" He didn't want to give you the wrong impression that there was any way to salvage your relationship. And more than that, he didn't want to lose his resolve because a night with you would make it that much harder to walk away.

"Just for tonight? I don't wanna be alone." It felt stupid to want him there now when he was the cause of your pain, but Jeongguk was one of the few people in your life who knew how to comfort you. You wanted him close, even at the most inopportune moment.

The word 'no' was at the tip of his tongue, but he turned to look at you, and the hurt he found there in your big brown eyes had him saying 'yes.'

And he knows he shouldn't, but Jeongguk can't help but comfort you like he always has. Even though you broke up, it didn't change the fact that he still cared for you, still had love for you. He told himself it was just a reflex that had him reaching for your hand on the walk back home.

It's reflex that has him curling up next to you in bed and wrapping his arms around your waist to be the big spoon, as always.

Reflex that has him kissing away your tears, neck, and shoulder.

Reflex that has his hands sliding underneath your clothes to rub you through your underwear, desperate to make you feel good.

At least, that's what he tells himself.

And before he knows it, he's sinking into you with a groan, getting lost in the familiar warmth of your body.

You're so wet it was easy to slip inside, and even though he's already inside you, so close, naked body flush against yours—it's not enough.

Jeongguk still wanted more.

He couldn't help but grip your thigh, lifting your leg to push in deeper, to feel more of you as his cock slid in and out of your heat.

It has to be a reflex because it can't be love that has his hips driving into you, over and over and over again.

It can't be love that has him moaning into your mouth, kissing you until you are both out of breath, till you clench around him and he spills inside you, filling you up so perfectly.

Because if it is love and not the memory of loving you that makes it so hard to pull away hours later when your tears have dried, and your heart beats steady as you sleep dreamless on the side of the bed that used to be his—then Jeongguk is making a mistake. It was possibly the biggest mistake of his life.

Jeongguk isn't sure he can live with being the one to break both of your hearts. But he'd rather end it all before your relationship's indifference could turn to something cruel. He'd finish it now before you could hurt each other further.

If he had thought about it more, Jeongguk might have seen the love hidden in his actions. That there was something here worth saving, worth fighting for.

But that wasn't what he wanted. Jeonguk didn't want to think of everything he was giving up walking away from you.

It was much easier to pretend his love for you was gone.

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jink9ok · 9 months

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hii, do you have any headers for this icons?

here u go lovely i hope u like these <3

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chanlvr97 · 13 days

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White Jungkook moodboard for @chuuzys

Hope you like it!! ♡

[Reqs are open!!]

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selladosdepapel · 8 months

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suledins · 1 year

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OMAR RUDBERG in Young Royals Season 2 BTS for anonymous

#hes sooooo!!!!!!!#i love u omar #young royals #young royals cast #omar rudberg #mine #omar*#young royals bts #youngroyalscentral #youngroyalscast #req

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piedinthepiper · 4 months

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★ Masterlist ★

I write for all members of BTS, send me a request! <3

Disclaimer: I will write every request, but have patience. The ones that interest me the most will be written first, and I can’t guarantee how quickly it’ll be published. Thank you for your understanding!

Disclaimer: I write darker fics. Every fic will contain individual warnings. Please read the warnings and if any of the warnings trigger you, or you’re under 18 ¡do not read! I’m not your mother, and I don’t take any accountability for what you decide to read online!

↓ Read more if you’re interested ↓

KNJ ✮

Yet to come…

KSJ ★

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Liked ★

Yandere!seokjin x reader

Wc: 5.9k

Summary: Summary: You liked him, liked as in past tense. Liked as in you didn’t like him anymore. He didn’t believe it for a second, and he’ll do anything to make you like him again.

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MYG ☾

Yet to come…

JHS ✰

Yet to come…

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Prima ballerina ˖ ⊹

Yandere!jimin x ballerina!reader

Wc: 4.3k

Summary: What’s the difference between a great ballerina and the greatest ballerina? The answer is Park Jimin. And he had his eyes on you in more than a professional way.

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Disease ˖ ⊹

Doctor!jimin x reader

Wc: 2.3k

Summary: You’ve had a sore throat for months now, good thing Doctor Jimin has a cure.

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KTH ⋆⭒

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You owe me pt. 2 ☆ | 1 | 2 |

Mafia!Jungkook x psychologist!reader x mafia!Taehyung (slightly)

Wc pt. 2: 7.4k

Summary: His efforts seem pointless. But when it comes to jealousy, anger and you, he just can’t help himself. And neither can you.

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JJK ☆

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You owe me ☆ | 1 | 2 |

Yandere!mafia!Jungkook x psychologist!reader

Wc pt. 1: 6.9k

Summary: It’s your job to help people, but is he really suffering? At least it’s a case of the crazy and obsessive syndrome.

Wc pt. 2: 7.4k

Summary pt. 2: His efforts seem pointless. But when it comes to jealousy, anger and you, he just can’t help himself. And neither can you.

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Your girl ☆

Soft!yandere!Jungkook x Namjoons gf!reader

Wc: 2.7k

Summary: He’s loved you for a long time and is certain that you also feel the same. The only problem is that you have a boyfriend…aka his best friend.

#masterlist #bts masterlist #yandere masterlist #yandere bts #reqs open #asks open #send me asks #bts yandere #ask me anything

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kookiecrumb · 2 years

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this is my request omg a jjk ff with dubcon somnophilia, i want jk and oc to be like really close in their relationship bc it feels awkward if they’re not together lmao, mc is completely passed out having a wet dream and jk felt horny while hearing her sleepy moans then when she wakes up its bc jk is on top of her moaning😶‍🌫️ i don’t have that much creativity 😭 oooh and aftercare 🫶🏻

AND PLS PLS PLS LET JK BE WHINY AND NOT ASHAMED TO MOAN LOUDLY 😭😭 that’s like a kink of mine and i love it when they’re not ashamed

thank you smm love youu 🫶🏻

can it be like a bit long idk if i can choose a word count but at least can i FEEL the moment

JJK || Wet Dreams

warnings: smut (18+), somnophilia, dubcon, nicknames (non-sexual), vocal kink, fingering, top!jk, praise kink, soft fucking, marking, possessive!jk, begging, brief boob-touchin', unprotected sex* (don't do this), creampie

tags: boyfriend!jungkook x fem!reader

a/n: i have revised things here and there but i am satisfied with it now...mmm...enjoy. i love you too.

OMG OKAY so I think he'd initially be super panicked because-- he wouldn't know what to do but then he'd be like "hell, might as well..." because they had a previous convo about it....

...I'm catching your vibe. I know how to write this.

I get what you mean when you say you like it when guys aren't afraid to moan... and after they've been together for that long, I mean... *evil laugh* okay. I love my whiny boys.

"Hey babe--" you carefully pat Jungkook's chest while he's paying attention to the TV in your room. "Babe~"

Jungkook, with a slightly absent look on his face, shifts his focus to you. "Hm?" He hums.

"So you know that I really like it when we fuck when I'm tired," you start, rubbing slow circles on his torso with your palm.

"Mhmmm..." a smile peeks from his lips.

Your hands weave between his strands of hair, massaging him softly. He releases a soft moan.

"I have these wet dreams about you," you elaborate, your lips hovering over his as you articulate your fantasy. "I want them to be real."

Jungkook traces his fingers along your back and sighs, relaxing his body under you and admiring your touch.

"I want you to use me...whenever you need me," you continue, the vibration of your voice melting on his skin.

"I need you," he doesn't hesitate to respond. "More than anything, I love being inside of you," he speaks in your ear, practically whining for you.

A thrill send through your body. "I love having you inside me," you sigh, kissing him.

He deepens the kiss, desperately, but you're already half-asleep. So, in his arms, you rest.

For a few hours, you're tangled within one another in a deep sleep. Nothing disturbs you two, your breathing in unison with your bodies on top of one another.

He strokes your cheek with his thumb quietly. It's a little past midnight, and he's just woken up to a curious sound coming from you.

He doesn't recognize it at first, but as they get more intense, he realizes that you're moaning. Your eyebrows furrow in pleasure as you dream of your boyfriend. He knows you are, because you're quietly whimpering his name.

"Jungkook...Jungkook--" you gasp, weakly.

That goes straight to his dick. You must be dreaming about him. Intrigued, he moves around a bit.

Without disturbing you, he shifts positions so that he is over your peaceful-looking body.

His eyes watch your chest rise and fall with each breath, your lips slightly parted.

"Angel..." he calls you, his palm traveling to your jaw.

You lean against him unintentionally, your hips bucking. A far more intense moan floats from your mouth.

He bites his lip softly, blushing as his hands explore your gentle curves. You're so incredibly warm. He needs to be careful.

His gaze fall upon your panties, soaked through with your arousal. He experimentally glides his fingers inside you. You rise to the touch, fluttering around him.

Jungkook experimentally plays with your swollen clit, amazed at how drenched you are. He spreads it on your folds, wondering what exactly you're dreaming about that you're this wet.

"Jungkook,," you pout, unconsciously.

That's right. It's him. He places a gentle kiss on your lips. You're his and his only.

You gush around his fingers when he enters you, creating a lather of your juices around his digits.

Jungkook gasps. His dick twitches in his pants at the sight of it.

"Holy fuck that's a lot."

Without thought, he pulls out his cock and grinds it against your cunt, covering it in your arousal as loud, breathy groans spill from his mouth like sinful prayers.

He breaks out into a blissful smile. He hisses. "H--ahhh,"

His palms cup around your breasts, squeezing them lightly as his mouth obsesses over your sweet scent.

His tongue catches your skin between his lips, and he marks you, shamelessly and possessively. You're his to fuck and he won't ever let you forget it.

"So hot, so fucking hot..." he whines, his dick pushing up against your clit nicely. "Fuck~ fuck, Y/N,"

You take a labored breath in, holding on to his arms out of instinct.

He needs you, he needs you so bad. His mind spins as he plunges the crown of his cock into your heat. He groans, his eyes squeezing shut.

"Ahhh~ ahh~" he whimpers, his thighs shaking as he fills you to the brim with his dick.

Jungkook can't believe he's using you like this. It feels so incredibly right to take you in this state. You look so calm, yet you're experiencing something euphoric in you're dreams.

"Ohhh fuck~! Mmmh!" He cries, feeling you clench around him.

More than anything, he wants you to know just how good you're making his dick feel. He thrusts in messily, grabbing your thighs as your hot cunt clenches around him.

The smell of you, the taste of you, your touch, the sight of you, and the sound of you is enough to make him want to make every fiber of you scream with pleasure.

"Mmgh, mm-- mmm, mmgh, nngh, mmhhh~ mmh," he mews.

It's so good-- it's addictively good-- it's amazing. Whines spill from his mouth constantly as he chases his orgasm.

Your eyes carefully blink awake, and you're met with the sight of your boyfriend whimpering in desperation, his face in a panicked pleasure.

You're pulled in to his tangent, joining him in a passionate embrace.

You reach for him and kiss him, encouragingly, heatedly. You suck on his lip piercing, running your tongue over it a few times before breaking the kiss.

"Ohh~" he whines, between trembling moans. You're always finding new ways to play with him and it drives him crazy.

You wrap your legs around his thighs and pull him deeper into you so that you can feel his cock in your gut while you're still dazed.

"So fucking tight," he swallows. "Y/N, you're so good, you're so fucking good, I need to cum deep inside of you, please," he stutters. "Please. Please, Y/N,"

You meet his hands on your thighs and bring your hips forward. His eyes widen and lust overcomes him, you watch as it corrupts his every movement.

He kisses you, and kisses you again, and again.

Your eyes soften as you take his dick, only barely awake. His hold on you only strengthens as a result of the rigorous pace he's adopted.

A frustrated sigh leaves him as he bucks into your cunt haphazardly. His doe eyes flood with need. "Ngh~ ngh...ah--"

"Good, Kookie... that's my good boy," you praise, smiling shyly as you card your fingers through his soft, brown hair.

His sounds sharpen, sounding like pleas as he pounds into you absent-mindedly, your head between his hands. He places his forehead against yours, intimately.

His consistency pays off, and your orgasm overcomes you suddenly. You spasm, causing you to cling to him as his hips stutter to fill your cunt with his hot cum.

Jungkook spends a few moments gazing into your eyes and nuzzling you, kissing your neck and biting at your ear. "You looked so pretty~" he hums in your ear in a soft giggle.

You scratch his back with your nails, causing him to shiver.

"Ohhhh~" he groans. "More..." he asks.

"More? Here?" You scratch a little harder, near his shoulders.

"Mmm...mhmmm..." he thrums, kissing your face cutely. "I can't believe you're mine~" he says, his eyes full of stars.

"Oh, trust me, bunny...I can't either,"

Jungkook kisses your nose and lifts himself from you, careful with your sensitive body as he reaches for a hanging towel.

He hangs it over his shoulders and lifts you off the bed. "Bath time," he announces.

a/n: I hope this is long enough but I understand that all of my works are generally shorter 😅

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chenfordsource · 1 year

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#oh how the tables have turned requested by @littlesnafu

#the rookie #therookieedit #chenford #chenfordedit #s5 #5x11 #cast #bts #parallels #ours #by becca #req

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i0699s · 1 year

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novacane ⟡ @noots-cave

#kpop gg #alternative moodboard #edgy moodboard #messy moodboard #messy headers #twitter layouts #twitter packs #bts #bts moodboard #jungkook #jungkook moodboard #grungemb #black moodboard #brown moodboard #bts icons #bts layouts #send reqs #reqs open

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horanghater · 4 months

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mirahuyooo · 1 year

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012 for namjoon please💜

012. What if he stares at you everytime you look away? + kim namjoon

— Everyone has crushes, especially you.

word count: 1,882 contents: FLUFF, pining, yn kind of an idiot and a coward but she simps HARD for Namjoon (FELT ✋🥺💖), Joon being the type of crush that makes you want to become and do better in life rawr, secret admirers, strangers to lovers, College AU pairing: kim namjoon x reader

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A/N: ANON!! 🥰✨I GOT CARRIED AWAY AGAIN ✋😭💖💞💓 I was originally gonna split this into two parts but I pulled through so this is SIGNIFICANTLY longer than this others 😭😭😭 anways, I'm sorry this came out later than expected, but I'm SO glad you joined 💕 and I hope y'all enjoy this!! Happy Holidays everyone!! 🎄🎅💖

Everyone has crushes.

It's part of life, one could say, especially as one goes out into the world and ventures into the prospects of love. Most grow out of theirs, while some have enough luck to manifest their crushes into fruition. Some, like you, however, are unfortunate to have a crush so potent and stubborn that it leaves one pining for years on end.

It's a particularly difficult crush—one that has festered for years since high school, clinging onto you like a bitch no matter how many attempts you tried to make it go away. You're pretty sure it's not just a crush anymore, but you refuse to acknowledge that, because how does one even dare to confess to Kim Namjoon, prodigal president of the student body and part of the most sought after group of boys in the whole campus?

You can't. You absolutely can't.

Compared to him, you were subpar—a chaotic, colorful wall art next to an esteemed art gallery piece, if you will.

(That, of course, doesn't mean to disparage you and your achievements, because thanks to your perpetual crush on such an accomplished man, you've been inspired to do fairly decently in school, join clubs and competitions, and earn yourself a good reputation amongst your peers. It's just that, while you were good, Kim Namjoon is a whole lot better.)

Even now, tucked away in one corner of the library for the third day, you sat with your hair an unruly mess, getting in the way of you reviewing the lecture notes in front of you. A few tables away was Kim Namjoon, himself, who, unlike you struggling for an exam, was occupied with a philosophical book.

In relapses of weakness, you find yourself staring at him a bit longer, drinking him in under the warm light coming through the windows. His dark hair has grown longer, you note, framing his face softly as he peers down at his book. His glasses sat at the bridge of his nose, part of the golden frame glinting in the light.

The whole scene encapsulates his essence, you think, because while some may be intimidated by Namjoon’s height, build, and prowess, moments like these would show them his gentle nature—how simply content he is with the peace a good book offers.

His eyes are warm as always when they look at you—wait. You?

Panic shot through you upon realizing Kim Namjoon, himself, is looking at you, offering you a small smile of acknowledgement you could only attempt to smile-grimace at before he decides to go back to his book.

You, in turn, trained your head down to your notes and textbook, letting your hair hide a good part of your flustered face, but the heavens know you’re not reading about whatever the hell it is you’re meant to be studying for. You are beyond mortified and you could only hope you don’t look like a tomato right now.

Oh God, may the ground swallow you whole! What if you looked like a weirdo looking at him?!

You didn’t, at all, expect your day to have an interaction with Kim Namjoon. A part of you, remnants of fairytale enthusiasm and wistful thinking, whispers treason into your ears and unleashes butterflies in your belly amidst your panic.

What if he stares at you every time you look away?

Imagining Kim Namjoon stealing glances your way, too, only for his eyes to be caught in yours, elicits a more powerful reaction from you than you care to admit. Your heart races and your knee bounces in some poor attempt to distract yourself. You poor soul, you need a minute—go to the bathroom and take a breather or something.

And so, you did, waiting a few minutes to seem inconspicuous before you take your phone and wallet with you, and leave everything else to your seat for your supposed bathroom break.

It seems the universe, however, isn’t done with you, because as you return to your spot, your scattered notes and book was now organized more neatly than when you left it, and atop the pile was your favorite snack, a note and a black hair tie with a small butterfly charm.

You look around the room as you come to take a seat. This part of the library wasn’t as crowded, just you, a couple of professors, Namjoon and two of his friends. You aren’t close with any of them to even think of asking who might’ve left these for you.

What if it’s Namjoon?

You shake the thought away from your head, lest your jitters and delusion get the better of you yet again. Reaching for the note, you read it as you fiddle with the hair band. You’ve lost more hair ties, clips, and scrunchies than you care to count, to be honest, and so this little gift means a lot more for you than anyone else might think.

You're a butterfly unaware of the awe you transpire with your presence. Don't hide your beauty from the world.

Yours truly and always,

Your Admirer

P.S. You’ve been studying too hard! I’m sure you’ll do well in your exam either way so take care of yourself more :)

The note brings out a small smile from your lips, both guilty and beholden.

Everyone has crushes.

While you didn't think you were crush material, you're flattered still by this person's sweet prose. For a good week or two now, small gifts and letters began reaching you, all under the sender 'your admirer' inked onto paper by a typewriter. They were certainly thorough, you think, for not allowing you to go hunting for handwriting comparisons when the letters were typed in.

They can almost contend with your feelings for the student body president—almost.

In a way, you feel for your admirer—a kindred feeling of pining for someone, and yet, you also can't help but feel sorry for them. No one has ever made you catch feelings like Kim Namjoon—not even your favorite celebrity crush. Though you and your admirer have similar situations, however, you must admit that he's commendable in his pursuits compared to you, who is a likely coward for not making any moves to your own crush.

As it turns out, your admirer has more balls for love than you do—even more than you thought, too.

Sometime after your dreaded exam, flowers and a note appear at your designated seat in class. It was there before anyone else was in the classroom, a classmate told you as you idly caressed the white petals of the flowers you were given.

Dearest butterfly, you did great on your exams. I know well that you worked hard for it and I'm so proud of you!

It’s been three months since I began writing to you, and in three months, I fear my secret is more at risk, the more I hide from you. I know of your hesitation for my gifts and my identity, but I surely hope I haven’t crossed some sort of line in pursuing you.

I've been mulling it over for a year now, and I've come to realize all I've ever done is pine from afar. Maybe, it's time for me to unmask myself, and look you in the eyes properly.

If you'd let me, meet me in front of the library at 3 PM. I hope to see you then.

Yours truly and always,

Your Admirer

Eyes widening at the contents of the letter, you duck away from the hallway and into the bathrooms. What's more is that they've been thinking of confessing for a year? One whole year?!

Damn, you are a coward.

Compared to your admirer, you're years into crushing, and the most you've done with Namjoon was an idle conversation on a favorite book. You've given shy smiles, wordless support, and embodied his studious nature, but you've never even directly attempted to flirt with Namjoon, himself.

Is this a sign then from the universe, itself, for you to move on from Kim Namjoon?

Who is this person?

Curiosity begets you in the end, and here you are at the entrance of the library, five minutes before you were told to come, standing idly and fidgeting with the ends of your cardigan sleeves as you look around the people passing by. Your mind wanders, thinking about what sort of person found you enamoring enough to fall for you in such a way that they would write about their feelings for you in such beautiful words.

What made them think of you that way?

Do you know each other?

How did they find the courage to pursue you?

In time, your eyes see a familiar tall man amongst the crowd, and you dread to think of your admirer and Namjoon being in one place. Your heart can’t take it, having to choose between someone you like and someone that likes you. Meeting your admirer meant giving them a fair chance to sway your heart from Namjoon, and you can’t exactly do that whe—

“(Y/N)?”

A voice, warm and deep, brings you back to reality, and oh God, Kim Namjoon is standing in front of you!

“Hi,” you meekly smile up at him, eyes quickly looking around and unable to look him in the eyes. Where’s your admirer when you need them? Isn’t it time for you two to meet already?

It was then your eyes caught sight of a familiar looking hair tie with the silver butterfly charm on Namjoon’s wrist. Unconsciously, your hands reach to the back of your head, where your hair tie holds your hair back in a low, haphazard ponytail.

This, certainly, makes you look up at the man before you, eyes wide upon seeing his shy, dimpled smile and the same small bundle of white flowers he reveals from behind him. "You're my secret admirer?" you could hardly believe the question that left your lips.

Kim Namjoon’s been writing to you? Giving you small gifts?

This is a dream. It’s got to be—

Namjoon, to your complete and utter shock, nods his head. "Have I, uh,” he clears his throat, the back of his hand coming to his face as if it’d shield him. “Disappointed you?"

"No!" you immediately shriek, shaking your head. "God, no! I've had a crush on you since eighth grade!"

Crap. Slapping a hand over your mouth, you wish it’s a dream. Surely, you could do a better confession than this—something less embarrassing.

Kim Namjoon before you is just as shocked to hear of your years long pining, a blush spreading across his face. "We've wasted a lot of time then," he chuckles, rubbing at the back of his neck, still bashful.

Such words make your heart hurt. "Yeah…" you grimace, regret and remorse swallowing you whole. "I suppose we have."

More courageous than you, Namjoon hands you the flowers, a charming smile on his lips that marks the return of his dimples. "Would you like to go to a museum with me this Saturday?" he asks, making your heart skip a beat.

Outside of wistful fantasies, you never really thought this day would come. "Of course," you smile, “I’d love to.”

Everyone has crushes.

You and Namjoon, in a pleasant twist of events, have become one of the lucky ones to have them come into fruition.

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i hate u, i love u

pairing: reader x seokjin

anon requested: “i hate u, I love u by gnash ft. olivia o'brien with jin an angst and smut. Y/N is jin's side chick but he always goes back to his gf... college au please”

summary: If loving Jin is wrong, you don’t wanna be right.

genre: friends to lovers; angst; smut; fwb; 18+

soundtrack: i hate u, I love u — gnash ft. olivia o'brien

content/warnings: best friend!seokjin; established relationship, college!au, unrequited love, swearing, dirty talk, unprotected sex

word count: 1k

♪ I hate you, I love you. I hate that I love you ♪

It was a mistake to sleep with your best friend. You hadn’t planned on ending your one-night stand together in anything but a night of pleasure. Jin was fresh out of a breakup, and it was messy and stupid, but you wanted to fix it for him, to take the pain away.

So when he kissed you, begging you to help him get over her—you didn’t hesitate. You kissed him back.

It was pity at first, and then lust, but soon after, much, much more than that.

Jin tasted like tears and salt and heartbreak. And every time he held your hand, had your back, or made you laugh,

And every kiss was a memory, a moment of passion brought to life with a new feeling.

Afterward, nothing was ever the same for you.

You loved him. And not like a friend.

Stupidly, when you started sleeping with Jin, you thought you would be unaffected. You knew what you were waking into. You weren’t a blushing virgin, and Jin wasn’t your time having a friend with benefits. You were a big girl; you could handle yourself. Or so you thought.

You both swore it wouldn’t happen again, but it did. And it became a habit. Every time things ended with Jin’s on-again-off-again girlfriend, you’d find him in your dorm, too late for his arrival to be anything more than casual sex.

And tonight was no different. So you let Jin sneak into your dorm and steal kisses in the dark, whispering sweet things into your ear, calling you darling, baby, angel. The words melted on his tongue as sweetly as they melted your heart.

It was a mistake to take him as a friend and lover. Nothing about hooking up with Jin was easy. You knew a part of him was using you, but the sex.

All day long, all you could think about was his kiss.

You waited for the moment he would grab you by the waist, his hot breath on your neck.

“Did you miss me?” He whispered as he caressed your body.

And when his hands slipped between your thighs to rub at that sweet spot while his mouth—god, his mouth—left wet kisses down your neck, how could you say anything else but yes?

You liked how he kissed you, how his plush lips moved smoothly against yours, tongue hot in your mouth.

“Yes,” you breathed. You liked how Jin touched you, rubbing sweet circles on your clit till you were a whining mess, till you couldn’t help but beg for more. And he’d give it to you, sliding his thick fingers inside you when you needed it most, fingering you just right, making you see stars.

You liked how he fucked you, slow and deep, cock pounding into you while his hands held thighs apart, giving full access to claim your body as he saw fit.

“Do you like it when I fuck you like this?” He’d tease, knowing you could only answer him with a moan.

He never really waited for an answer, preferring to swallow down your moans; each whimper of yours only drove him to move faster and deeper with every thrust till you lost your breath and mind.

You loved the feeling of him taking you completely, sliding his thick cock inside you. You didn’t know that he was stealing more than just your breath away.

He stole your heart, too.

And you let him, giving yourself to him every other night like an offering; your body is soft and pliant, like a ripe peach, ready for the taking. Jin was all too eager to take a bite. Little by little, piece by piece. Until let him have you whole.

And when you came back down from the high, body still trembling, Jin wasted no time scooping you into his arms, curling you into his body. You laid in his arms, sure you could have him like this forever.

But forever only lasted as long as it took for his girlfriend to apologize.

A ping on the bedside table brings you both

back to reality. Jin reached for his phone, trying to cover the light from the notification, but you didn’t have to see the message.

You already knew who it was from.

So why was it that this time, watching him put on his clothes in the middle of the night nearly broke your heart in two?

You stop him with a hand on his wrist before he can go. “Jin, don’t go.”

“What?”

“Don’t go. I want you to stay.”

You don’t say what you mean:

Please don’t go back to her.

Please stay with me.

The words are on your tongue, but too much time has passed for you to tell him how you feel. All you can do is hold on tight, desperate to keep him by your side.

Jin freezes in your hold. “You know I can’t do that…”

“Why?” you ask. “Why do you always go back to her, even when she’s the one that hurts you the most?”

It’s this question that made Jin face you. He sat on the bed, reaching over to cup your cheek. Despite yourself, you can’t help but lean into the touch like a lovesick puppy.

“Because I love her. I’ll always go to her.”

And though his touch is gentle, the words hit you like a slap because it was the truth.

“You understand, don’t you?”

That was the thing—you did—you understood him more than you wanted to.

You hated him for that. But not enough. Not enough to make you turn him away.

Jin would always go to her.

And you’d always wait for him.

You loved Jin more than you hated him. You might have loved him even more than he loved her.

No matter how many times he hurt you, no matter how many times he ran back to her, you would always wait for his return because Seokjin was the only man you ever truly loved.

Too bad he wasn’t yours.

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