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popular vote | jjk (m)

➵ pairing: jungkook x female reader

➵ genre/au: 18+, porn with no plot at all whatsoever, smut, fluff, established relationship, political au (but not at all political bcs im just dumb)

➵ word count: 5.7k

➵ summary: jungkook gets elected as the youngest president and you’re there to celebrate his big win with him

➵ warnings & kinks: jaykay do be a lil dominant • sub reader with a dirty mouth • lil possessive jaykay • he calls her ‘little swan’ n ‘princess’ — honestly im mushy theyre saur cute • swearing • dirty talk • kissing • neck kisses • hair pulling • slight exhibitionism • biting • oral (m & f rec) • deep throating • jords’ famous spit kink makes a return agdfsgdhfg • fingering • size kink • unprotected sex • clit slapping w his cawk • cum swallowing • finger sucking •

➵ note1: betaed by @hobipaint, @amourtae, @baljinciaga, @m-yg93 & @rkivian. banner by @kth1. honourable mention to jj who fought for this <333 lurv u

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Your fingers work diligently, scrambling at the lapels of his tightly fitted blazer while the other begins to undo the buttons of the crisp jacket. Jungkook manages to push the door open with the heel of his shoe, pulling you in right behind him. The door closes with a slam as he presses you up against the structure, hard enough that a painting of a historical member of the political institution rattles on impact.

A gasp sneaks past your lips as the air is knocked out of your lungs followed by a small giggle at the situation. You don’t have much time to catch your breath because one of Jungkook’s hands is firmly attached to the door while the other holds your hips tight so you can’t escape him; a thigh slides in between your own legs, parting them and pressing it against your core.

“____ - fucking hell, you’re just so - .”

Jungkook is lost in the pleasure as he dips towards your neck, manoeuvring past your blouse collar, licking, nipping and biting at the skin — making sure that everybody knows just who exactly it is you belong to.

“Mhm, look at me,” you manage to persuade.

You run your fingers through your husband's onyx locks, watching as some of the gelled strands fall from the hairstyle and in front of his beautiful face. He smiles gently, his teeth on full display as he sweeps you up off of your heels and twirls you around in his arms, tucking his head into your shoulder and placing affectionate little kisses in the crook of your neck.

Today is a special day for the both of you, but especially for Jungkook. After years of dedication and hard work, Jungkook had just been elected President; the youngest in history to be exact. All the late night meetings that he would have to attend, skipped dates, and missed anniversaries have all been worth it for this moment; holding your husband's hand and walking this path with him.

Jungkook has always had the vigour and drive for this. Knowing from a young age that he always wanted to make a difference in the world, to strive, eager to create a legacy — being President was how he knew he could make a real tremendous difference. And truth be told, you could not be any prouder than you are at this moment.

Your arms wrap tightly around Jungkook as he continues to spin you around the small room before he sets you down and brushes his lips against your forehead. A gesture he always did in a moment of glory.

“How are you feeling, little swan?” Jungkook sighs against your head, his breath warming your flesh.

You keen at the nickname he shares with you. ‘Little swan’ being what he calls you as you had always held yourself with such gracefulness and elegance; even before standing by his side through his presidential run. It is as if you were born to be here by his side as his First Lady.

You slowly pull away from the warmth of his body, keeping your hands entwined around his neck. Jungkook’s eyes never break away from you, watching as your own eyes start to well up.

“I’m thinking about just how proud I am of you. How proud I am to have you as the leader of our country. But most of all, how proud I am to call you my husband,” you say, blinking away the tears quickly before they could fall and ruin your makeup.

Jungkook, without an ounce of hesitation, softly kisses you with his petal-like lips. It’s slow, tender and loving; unlike the kiss that you both shared just a few moments ago. His hand slides around your waist and pulls you back towards his body, resting it on the small of your back.

His tongue slips out and presses against your lips, eventually parting them and sliding in to tangle with your own. The kiss grows more heated as minutes pass, both of you opening your mouths simultaneously to allow further access.

Every part of your body sparks underneath Jungkook’s dextrous fingertips, making it hard to keep quiet. Your own digits thread through the hair at the nape of Jungkook's neck, finding the little curls and gently gripping them in your palm. Jungkook moans into your mouth and you swear you can feel his heart rate pick up like an insistent drum beat. Twisting your head, you deepen the kiss further, allowing his tongue to roll over and around yours as if trying to savour every single tiny detail about this day to memory. The sounds of mouths smacking together fills the room and you find yourself so indulged in his kiss that you let out low moans as Jungkook swallows them up.

With no warning, Jungkook lifts you back into his arms and takes slow strides to the other side of the office, where he places you down on top of the desk. His right hand slithers behind you to find the zipper at the back of your skirt and teasingly tugs it down ever so slowly.

Your own hands work in tandem with each other to work on the buttons of Jungkook’s shirt, getting impatient before you tear the fabric right down the middle, listening as the buttons fall onto the table and floor around you, revealing your husband's toned physique.

“Someone’s eager,” Jungkook smirks, his eyes glittering from the soft yellow lights above.

Grinning, you reply, “I’m never a patient person around you, baby”

His face inches closer to yours once more, his breath ghosting over your face where you can smell the faint scent of peppermint from his gum and the sweet flowery scent from his cologne he applied this morning. Jungkook's lips are barely touching yours and when you tilt your head and pull him towards you by the neck once more, he pulls back.

“Well maybe I should teach you a thing or two. That’s the only way you’re going to get what you’re craving.” Jungkook quips. You allow your eyes to flutter shut as you revel in the feeling of his weight against you.

Rolling your head to the side, you allow Jungkook to leave his own bites and sucks from your ear and down your neck. Never one to linger, his lips travel down your jaw, his tongue tickling against your skin as he works down to your neck, nipping at the skin before laving over the small marks before sinking his teeth into the juncture of your throat and shoulder.

You groan in frustration but keep the smile on your lips, knowing that when you play the intolerant card that Jungkook will soon enough put you back in your place.

Removing yourself from the desk, you twist your body around and place both hands flat firmly against the wooden desk, bending over to make sure the curve of your ass presses into Jungkook.

“Is it so wrong that I just want Mr. President to fuck me?” You purr, swaying your hips menacingly.

Before you can continue using your hips to tease Jungkook, his hands travel to your sides, halting your lustrous movements.. His fingers slide through the hem of your skirt and bunches it in his fists in a tugging motion. His fingertips graze your skin every so often, leaving a path of goose bumps to rise. You feel the clothing pool at your heels in a ‘swish’ motion followed by Jungkook who finds himself on his knees, lifting each one of your legs once to move the clothing from your feet — pressing wet kisses to the back of your calves.

Jungkook gets back to his feet, his hands leisurely trailing up your sides, past your hips and waist, feeling the lace of your underwear under his digits and then finally reaching your chest. “Leave the heels on,” he announces as he moves his palms around and cups both of your tits in each hand and firmly squeezes them a little harder than necessary prompting a moan from you.

The way his index finger and thumb slides past the lace fabric of your bra to find your nipples makes your legs weak. He rolls the hardened bud over and over until he begins to feel your body tremble against him.

He removes himself from your tits in favour of grabbing your hair at your nape and pulling you flush against his body. Leaning down, he directs his kiss bitten lips towards your neck and nibbles at the underside of your ear and squeezes your breast again. “I would never have been able to do this without you,” Jungkook whispers in your ear before suckling your earlobe into his mouth and grazing the flesh in between his teeth.

Jungkook pushes his thigh in between your legs and parts them. You moan on command as he starts to press into your pussy. Your back arches further into his chest as you feel your slick stick to your underwear.

Wasting no time, Jungkook manages to turn you around to face him once more and presses his swollen lips back into yours. Immediately, you part your lips and massage his tongue with your own messily, where teeth clash. Your nimble fingers tremble as they undo the top button of Jungkook’s pants.

You pop it open after a struggle, trying to concentrate on his mouth on yours and eventually you pull the zipper down and dip your hand into his Tom Ford boxers you love so much. Moving one hand over his hard dick, you rub tauntfully, making sure to add a bit of pressure once you near his tip and Jungkook releases a deep growl into the open air.

His cock is hard, heavy and slightly wet from the copious amounts of pre-cum that has leaked from his tip. You’re able to work your wrist in a fluid motion, making sure to spread his cum around from tip to base and back again. You break the kiss and look into your husband's eyes, taking in the beauty of his own — deep shades of spellbinding chestnut.

“Fuck, you’re so good with your hands,” he hums. "I'm yours, little swan. Every inch. Take what belongs to you.”

With one last kiss to his lips, you sink to your knees and look up to Jungkook from down below. With his head thrown back, shirt hanging off his shoulders showing off the sweat that is beginning to show on his skin, he looks so utterly beautiful in the throes of his pleasure. You grip tightly at his unzipped pants and pull them down far enough to release his pretty cock and watch it bop in front of you.

There is something so erotic about the way you handle Jungkook. The way you swallow harder than usual at the sight of him, even after all these years. It’s the way your fist can never quite close fully when you take him into your hand — his girth too big for your hand to fully wrap all the way around.

You watch on mesmerised as Jungkook still hardens under your touch, not believing that he could grow any more yet you’re always taken by surprise. Your hand pumps him diligently. Slow and tight. The leaking precum aiding you in an easy glide and then making sure to flick your wrist just the way he likes it at the tip.

“Is this how you want me? On my knees, messy and drooling for you,” you tease, wanting nothing more than to please the man in front of you.

“Fuck, yeah,” Jungkook’s voice is breathy as his responses comes out in a broken moan. Looking down below, Jungkook wraps your hair around his fist and edges you closer to his cock. Once you’re close enough, he wraps his own hand around his base and presses the head to your parted lips, making sure to spill anything from his cock onto your lower lip.

You nudge closer and let your tongue glide smoothly down his shaft, feeling the way the veins that run on the underside pulses in your mouth before pulling back and licking your lips salaciously to savour the salty taste of him as it tingles your taste buds.

Continuing to use your tongue, you wrap your mouth around him and beckon yourself further down his cock, pulling back and then teasing the slit with the point of your tongue. The noises from above you catch your attention as you watch Jungkook in euphoric bliss, enough to spur you to sink back down again.

Your hand continues to stroke whatever parts of his length you can’t quite reach. Every so often, you pull off completely and drag your thumb across the slit, mixing his cum and your spit into a messy mixture and using it as a form of lube for movement.

The fist in your hair tightens at your actions and pulls you off of his cock completely. You look up at him through wet lashes and a wicked grin on your face — a silent plea for him to give you more. Opening your mouth, you stick your tongue out and let the pearly liquid on your tongue run down the muscle.

Jungkook grabs at his base again and catches the concoction from your tongue with the tip of his cock before he takes control and forces in as much of his cock into your mouth as you can possibly take. You gag around him as he places his second hand onto the back of your head to keep you still, using your hair to guide your movements backwards and forwards onto his dick, every thrust pushing further past the barricade of your throat.

“Oh… my God. _____, t-that feels s-so good,” he hisses, his hips not stopping snapping into your face.

As the words leave his mouth, you push yourself further towards his hips and swallow his cock whole. Your nose is pressing up against his pubic bone as the tears once gathered at your lashes fall freely, effectively ruining your makeup you tried hard to keep pristine previously.

Jungkook’s movements still and he bends forward while keeping you in place as he feels you swallowing around him, the constricting pressure of your throat around him pushing him closer to his orgasm.

Before long, you’re pulled off of his dick and suck in a breath to aid the lack of oxygen your body hadn’t received. You’re quick to sink yourself back down on him and repeat your actions once again. Licking up and down, you extend your tongue and massage him thoroughly, making sure to caress and give extra attention to the crown, knowing that this is the most sensitive part for him.

Both Jungkook and your own breathing increases in the midst of the pleasure. The addition of the vibrations coming from your throat adds to the wet friction your mouth is providing. Your hand creeps up and wraps around where your mouth can’t reach. Jungkook throws his head back as his hand on the back of your head tightens and guides you back and forth.

You feel him shiver from above you as it all becomes a little too much for Jungkook. Not wanting to come just yet, he pulls out of your throat, past your tongue and watches as a river of saliva that connects him to your mouth snaps and dribbles down your chin, down to your chest and tits and onto his dress pants.

Jungkook is quick in removing his shirt from his back and throwing it to join the rest of both your discarded clothes before lifting you off the ground and placing you onto the desk behind him with your legs dangling off the desk while the rest of you lay back on the wood which is a cool contrast to your own temperature. He kisses you lewdly one more time causing you to repeatedly moan loudly into the kiss, every sound being devoured by his demanding mouth. A hand grips your hips and another finds your chest and trails its way up until you feel it wrap around your throat, sending your eyes rolling into the back of your head and mind searing.

A deep, steady inhale from Jungkook brings you back to reality, feeling him release your throat from his grip and begin their travel again, ghosting over the valley between your tits, barely touching your skin before tracing them over your nipples.

He squeezes one of your breasts, watching as the bud beneath his hand stiffens in his hold, sending a wave of pleasure to you. Rolling the bud in his skilled fingers, you throw your head back and open your mouth in a silent whimper for him. Jungkook continues to roll, pinch, and pull on the bud before making his way to the other, making sure to give it the same pleasure.

“It’s my turn to show you just how appreciative I am of you, little swan.”

You aren’t given any time to respond before Jungkook peels your thighs apart and places one of your heels on the desk whilst the other is thrown over his shoulder. He presses down on each thigh to keep you still and kneels down, levelling your pussy. His dark eyes take in the sight of you in front of him, admiring the way your body reacts to every move he makes.

Gathering a glob of spit in his mouth, Jungkook pulls your underwear to the side and parts your pussy with his index and middle fingers, letting the saliva drip out his mouth with no rush and watches as it spreads across your sticky cunt and his fingers.

He runs the wet fingers up and down your pussy, making you squirm underneath him. He is slow and calculated with his movements, brushing his thumb against your clit, making sure to clamp down on the swollen bundle before sliding both fingers in with little friction, just to watch your body jolt in response.

Wordlessly, Jungkook starts a fast rhythm of pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy over and over again; twisting it once his knuckles reach your entrance as you buck your hips for more.

Jungkook dips his head down and licks and nips a line from your navel south to your cunt. His greedy mouth flattens the muscle and licks down up the mess he created through the length of your pussy with enthusiastic and unrestrained fervour, watching your eyes flutter shut, back arching as you bite on your knuckles to keep quiet.

He opens up your folds and sucks on your clit harshly, bringing waves of pleasure to wash over you. His tongue merely sucks and swallows every dribble of your released juices as he coaxes you towards your high in record time. His tongue finds your clit, softly swirling around the sensitive little bud. The taste of you is sweet like honey but Jungkook believes the sounds you make are even sweeter.

“Oh, fuck, b-baby,” you mumble, pleasure taking over every part of your body. “So good with your tongue.”

You feel Jungkook grin against your pussy as his hand gripping your thigh tightens and his tongue picks up the pace as he presses closer into you. Your words are rewarded with quick flicks and sucks to your clit causing your back to arch completely off the desk.

“Gotta stretch your tiny pussy open if you want me,” Jungkook goads.

Going back straight to work, Jungkook’s focus falls solely on your pussy as he buries his face in your cunt and laps at your slick again and again, riling you up towards your orgasm. The way his name keeps slipping through your teeth is music to Jungkook’s ears causing him to unconsciously keep your hips against the desk and pull you closer to him so there is no escape from his ministrations.

Increasing the pace, both of you can hear the sounds of your pussy squelching from his fingers and he ponders the thought of just how pornographic it all is. You can feel a ghosting smirk on his lips as you keen at the pleasure. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you near your high. Little whimpers leave your mouth without a care, and you know that if there are to be any of Jungkook’s servicemen outside the room, they would be able to hear every fine detail going on in this room.

The melodic sounds falling from your lips made Jungkook’s heart flutter, spurring him on to consume you fully. He hums his praise straight into your wet slick, drinking everything you give to him. Your breathing is jagged and your fingers find his hair, blindly tugging at the roots in a silent plea for more.

He sinks his fingers into you again and this time you let the scream that has been harbouring out, not caring at all about who is about. He doesn’t stop this time, fucking you with his fingers until your body is numb from everything but euphoria as your climax leaves your breathing ragged.

“You’re so perfect, and all mine,” he whispers into your pussy, devouring every little part of you. “I can’t wait to show you off to the world.”

Jungkook never stops working you through it, mouthing at your clit, pushing his tongue further into your pussy to swallow every last drop of your produce. The fist in his hair clamps down with force and he groans, doing nothing to stop you. Your mouth is open, an endless stream of cries escaping until your hips fall limp on the desk with ragged breaths and trembling legs.

Eventually, Jungkook stills his fingers knuckle deep inside of you and closes his eyes, concentrating on the way your pussy clenches around his fingers rapidly. Tighter and tighter you clench around him, feeling like a knot in a rope that is being pulled from both ends and on its way to unravelling just for him.

Before long, he withdraws his fingers slowly as you hiss at the emptiness created. He holds his fingers in the air and you lift your head to see his digits glisten under the lights.

“You’re such a messy girl, aren’t you?” he whispers, spreading his fingers so you can see the strings of slick sticking between them, a clear substance connecting the appendages. Jungkook's lips wrap around one of the coated digits and moans appreciatively. “Always taste the sweetest, little swan,” he moans. “Wanna taste?”

You nod your head and open your mouth for Jungkook to feed you his other finger. Your lips wrap around him and you suck diligently for your husband as you clean them off carefully, your tongue circling and lapping up at the taste of your own mess creating a filthy wet sound resounding as you do.

A long, loud whimper is played for you from deep within Jungkook’s chest as he watches you suck on his finger. His eyes are full of lust and hunger. Removing himself from your mouth, Jungkook’s hand finds your throat and wraps around, bringing himself closer to you so he can claim your lips once more in a rough and possessive kiss, biting your bottom lip and pushing his tongue into you fully. This is the side you love about Jungkook. Strong. Assertive. Commanding. Exactly the traits he’ll bring to his presidency.

“Open.”

You open your mouth on command as Jungkook leans over the top of you once more and spits right into the back of your throat, watching as you swallow it down without a fuss, making sure to let your tongue hang open to show that you’ve taken it all.

“Such a dirty girl, aren’t you?” Jungkook says softly. “Come here, turn around for me,” he tells you as he taps your thigh twice.

You kick off your heels and turn around, feeling Jungkook clutch at your shoulder and shoving your upper body down onto the desk. He is quick to remove you from your underwear, pick up a leg and place it on the desk before positioning himself behind you. You adjust yourself onto your elbows, readying yourself for him to sink in.

A low gasp leaves your lips as he presses himself against you and guides the blunt head of his cock through your folds, wetting it in your arousal. Jungkook thrusts unhurriedly through your slick, making sure to take his time to rile you up.

“Jungkook, please,” you beg.

A deep laugh comes from behind you as he resumes gliding his length in and out of your slit to coat himself. Your hips roll back towards Jungkook automatically in an attempt and hope that he would slip inside to relieve you from the growing tension in your body. But it never happens. He just pulls further away from you with a disapproving sigh before pressing the tip of his length back through your folds and leaving you frustrated both physically and emotionally.

Over and over again he does this until the leg that is on the floor that is keeping your weight centred is shaking and your forearms are straining as they fight to keep you upright.

“Be a good girl and tell me what it is you want?”

You open your mouth to give him an answer but before you have the chance, Jungkook slaps your clit with his cock and you stutter and fumble all over your words. You squirm restlessly and eventually your arms admit defeat and give out causing your chest to collide with the desk.

“I can’t hear you, little swan.”

“P-please Jungkook, I want you,” you wail, tears gathering at your lashes the more frustrated you become. “I want you to fuck me, Mr President.”

The use of his new title seems to be the key to grant you exactly what you need. With a snap of his hips, Jungkook buries his cock into you with an erotic moan, feeling the way you suck him in full to the brim and clench around him.

Your vision blurs, mouth wide open in a silent cry as he stills inside of you, feeling the head of his cock press against the furthest part of you. Your arousal only flows further and coats both Jungkook’s cock and your inner thighs in a sticky gleam as he drags himself from you in a record slow pace, making sure you feel every inch of him.

“Shit, you’re such a needy girl aren’t you little swan. You want my cock, is that it?” You whimper softly at the look he gives you — a look of hunger like he is getting ready to devour every single part of you.

Within a matter of seconds, Jungkook pushes back into your pussy, his hands finding each side of your waist and pulls you further back onto him. His thrusts are quick and precise, you feel like your insides are being rearranged and nothing has felt better.

Everything about the way Jungkook fucks you feels so good. His cock is rubbing against your cervix in the most pleasurable ways with each thrust that is delivered. The desk below you creaks from the weight being ploughed into it and you laugh as you watch the contents on the tabletop fall to the ground from his thrusts.

You find yourself laying flat against the surface, mouth open and drooling from the onslaught brought to your pussy from the man behind you. Each time he would slam into you, a wail of ecstasy at the feeling of fullness and the way he stroked your velvety walls with each thrust fills the open air.

Jungkook's hands slithers down to your sides and tugs both of your wrists behind your back. He holds them clamped one on top of the other, securely locked in one of his own as he picks up the pace. Jungkook can’t take his eyes off of your ass as it bounces with the force of his thrusts, raising his other hand and slapping the flesh on either side. You give an experimental clench around his dick once more and hear him mewl from behind you.

Jungkook pulls out until just his tip is nestled into you before sinking back into you going as deep as he possibly can. You let out a small shriek at the motion as he pulls himself back out of your quivering hole and pushes back in, in another fluid motion.

“Fuck, let me see you,” Jungkook grunts into your ear.

Your brow furrows as he twists your body around in his hands, your mouth dropping open as he sits you on the desk with your legs spread apart, giving him plenty of space to step in between and sink back into you. He is fast enough to catch you in another kiss, rough and hard as his hips regain their ruthless pace with only one thought in his mind — you sobbing his name, clenching around him with everything you have, your slick coating you both as you cry over and over, trembling.

“Baby, I’m going to come,” a strangled scream rips through you, eyes shutting tight and pushing the tears from the corner of your eyes down the sides of your face.

The sounds of his grunts fill the space around you both as he begins picking up the pace, watching the way your tits bounce with the impact. You wrap your legs around Jungkook and lock your ankles together to pull him closer to you as he balances his hands on the desk on either side of you.

You feel his lips on yours again as he continues to fuck you, hungry for every taste of you as his hand grips your hip with a little more force. You groan into the kiss, reaching up to lay your hand on the nape of his neck, only to have the groan turn to a whimper when he nibbles at your bottom lip.

“Let go little swan, give me all of you.”

Jungkook looks like some sort of god as he hovers over you, pleasuring you in the only way that he knows how; drawing sounds from you that you never thought you would make so publicly with the knowledge of people just outside the door. Yet, he drinks in your melody of noises, both of your heads spinning in euphoria as you both listen to the sounds of skin on skin resounding in the small office space. His name on your lips sounding like the most beautiful thing he has ever heard as you cry it out in pleasure.

Your walls clamp around his cock as he stills inside of you after a particular hard rut. Your mouth opens in pleasure, and legs tremble around Jungkook as your orgasm overtakes you and you spill your juices all over his dick. Jungkooks head dips down and presses his lips into the hollow of your throat and nips the skin harshly as he continues to thrust over and over into your oversensitive pussy. His eyes catch his cock dragging out of you covered in white, watching as it spreads across your thighs and the desk below you.

“O-oh, shit, _____.” The sight itself is enough to make Jungkook still entirely as he finally comes without warning, spilling inside of you with his hips pressed firmly against yours. He whimpers as his cock twitches and he captures your lips with his again as his hips give little thrusts through the aftershocks of his euphoria, a never ending stream of his cum being pushed inside you.

Your lips still pressed together, you both hiss as you are both overcome with sensitivity, tears of euphoric pleasure staining both of your faces.

Slowly, your body grows lax and you can feel Jungkook start to pull himself out from you before grabbing at the handkerchief inside his suit jacket pocket and using that to wipe himself clean. He makes his way to you and watches as his cum seeps from out of your pussy and joins the mess that you made on the desk earlier. He giggles softly and begins to clean you up. Jungkook leans in and kisses you sweetly this time, his hand coming up to your face and runs it across the highest point of your cheeks to wipe away the tear stains left on your face. Gentle fingers brush away the hair from your face before he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead that you return with a kiss to his chest.

A small knock on the door breaks you both out of the momentary bliss you have entered as you both scramble to pick up your clothes that had been haphazardly thrown around the office.

“Who is it?” You ask, trying everything in your power to suppress the giggle threatening to leave your mouth.

“Um, this is Vice President Kim Seokjin.” There is an awkward pause for a moment as you and Jungkook stare at each other wide eyed, trying hard not to burst into laughter. “We are waiting for President Jungkook to make out and make his public speech…”

At this, both you and Jungkook subsequently let out fits of giggles as you both remember that after the election there is always the first public speech to be made by the elected president and his first lady.

It is about to become painfully obvious to the whole world what went down in this room and there is no way either of you were about to live this down.

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🎾 Summary: Kim Seokjin has been a professional tennis player for years. He has countless tennis trophies in his penthouse in South Korea and has won two grand slams. He’s even in talks to participate in the upcoming Olympics. He’s dated a handful of well-known people with no problem and is confident to the point of irritation to those around him.

Kim Seokjin has all of these things and has done so many things and yet…for some reason he’s unable to simply ask you for your number or get to know you. 🎾 Pairing: Pro Tennis Player!Seokjin x Barista Afab!Reader 🎾 Genre & AUs: Fluff, strangers to lovers au, cafe au (kinda), sports au 🎾 Rating: PG 🎾 Warnings: Like 3 curse words 🎾 Words: 2.8k 🎾 Note: This is for the Catch of the Century: Dirty 30 collab hosted by the amazing @joheunsaram! ❤️ This was supposed to be a completely different fic with a bunch of angst and whatnot but 1) it’s been missing Seokjin soft hours over here lately and 2) life sucks and I wanted some cute, lighthearted fluffy shit to get me through it lol. The songspo for this is You Don’t Know My Name by Alicia Keys and it's more a loose, roles reversed version of that kinda. This started as an oldddddd fic of mine that I rewrote. I’ll probably still write the other fic I had in mind in the future when I’m feeling angsty again.

A huge thank you to @hobipaint for being my first beta and helping me expand on a few details for the better of the premise and plot and thank you to @snoozeagustd for being my second beta and making sure my jumble of words made sense - thank you x500 both of you!! 🫶🏽 And thank you to the always iconic @kithtaehyung for this absolutely phenomenal banner!! ❤️ 🎾 Net tag: @kflixnet

Kim Seokjin has been a professional tennis player for years. He has countless tennis trophies in his penthouse in South Korea and has won two grand slams. He’s even in talks to participate in the upcoming Olympics. He’s dated a handful of well-known people with no problem and is confident to the point of irritation to those around him.

Kim Seokjin has all of these things and has done so many things and yet…for some reason, he’s unable to simply ask you for your number or get to know you.

It’s embarrassing for him really, yet the courage to do anything about it evades him at each opportunity. He’d never been a believer in love at first sight, that is until he first set his sights on you.

It’s close to sundown when he and his team arrive in the country for a week-long doubles match and everyone is in need of caffeine before meeting with some sports magazine for a last-minute but important interview. Seokjin, his match partner Taehyung, and the rest of his entourage bustle into the cafe that sits across from their hotel, thankful for its close proximity.

His manager Namjoon takes everyone's orders as they all occupy a few tables by the register and Seokjin accompanies him to place the order. He’s fumbling with his phone, not paying attention too much until he hears the sound of your voice in front of them.

“Hey, what can I get you?”

Seokjin’s eyes shoot up to look at you and he visibly falters, thankful that Namjoon is the one doing the talking.

You catch his eye immediately as you look at the two of them with what he would describe plainly as a bored expression on your beautiful face. He watches your perfect lips as they move, speaking with Namjoon and typing the orders into the register with delicate hands. He can’t help but eye your body as you shift over to the various coffee machines, noting the focused look on your face as you work.

Seokjin’s ears strain to listen as you hum while you work. It takes him a second, but he works out that you’re humming a Coldplay song - albeit off-key but he definitely recognizes it.

Once the drinks are made, you call out Namjoon’s name and Seokjin walks with him to collect them. You simply toss them a ‘have a good night’ and move to clean up your workstation.

The interaction is so normal and so casual he can hardly believe it. Seokjin can’t recall a time when he’s gone into a restaurant or other establishment and gotten recognized instantly by not only patrons but employees themselves. This is the first time in a long time that Seokjin hasn’t been hounded for a photo and autograph and it’s refreshing and a little exciting to be a stranger to someone again.

Especially someone as beautiful as you.

The next morning, Seokjin gets up early before he has to leave for the first match and crosses the street to the busy coffee shop. He goes simply on a whim, muttering a small prayer that you’ll be there. Luck is on his side when he looks behind the counter to see you fussing with the pastries by the register, not having noticed him come in.

He adjusts his tennis outfit and takes a breath as he makes his way to the register. You hold up a finger to him as you seem to put the finishing touches on a display of muffins. When you finally turn towards him, he holds his breath, wondering if now that it’s daytime, with the sun shining brightly into the cafe window if you’ll recognize him, especially in what’s essentially his work uniform.

And to his relief, you don’t.

“Hi, what can I get you?” Your tone is flat but your voice is still as melodic as it sounded last night - like a favorite song he hasn’t heard in so long. You look at him with an intense gaze, making Seokjin uncharacteristically squirm a little under your gaze. He clears his throat and smiles wide enough that it reaches his eyes.

“What do you think is best?” He asks in his best English. He can’t help but silently thank Namjoon for helping him brush up on the language before the trip.

You hum and turn to scan the menu. “The caramel latte is pretty good,” you suggest with a tiny shrug.

“I'd like that, please. A medium.” He watches as you type his order into the register before you direct him where to swipe his credit card.

“Name?” You question, poised to write on the cup in your hand.

“Jin,” he says quickly, not putting much thought into his answer. It’s the first time he hasn’t had to use a completely fake variation of his name while his face is concealed and it’s almost exhilarating. You simply scribble that on the cup in your hand and turn away to make his drink.

Seokjin watches you work from his seat, doing his best not to make it obvious he’s throwing glances your way. You’re humming again as you assemble his drink, this time it’s one of his favorite songs by The Fray. The tune sounds half a beat too fast, but he still catches it and he loves your rendition of it.

When you call his name and he approaches to retrieve his latte, your fingers brush as he takes his cup from you and Seokjin feels the tips of his ears turn bright red, but you don’t seem too phased, and instead, you go to wipe down the counter behind you, not paying him any more mind. Not even when the tv hanging behind the register shows a commercial for the televised match he’s playing shortly and a clip of him from a previous game shows up for a few seconds. No one seems to care, not even you, and Seokjin actually loves that.

Between how effortlessly beautiful you look in your jeans and black apron and the fact that he can approach you as just a normal guy, Seokjin realizes you’re still on his mind as the day drags on, which is how he finds himself back inside the cafe later that afternoon after winning his first match, and yet again that evening after he and the rest of his team come back from dinner.

That night, you’re not on shift alone, so before he walks into the coffee shop, he digs through his bag for a mask, donning it before heading inside.

“Welcome in!” Your co-worker behind the register greets him when he enters.

Your head turns to glance at him from your spot in front of a blender. If you recognize him from his earlier trips you don’t show it, going back to your task at hand.

“What can I get for you?” The bubbly girl asks, a megawatt smile beaming at him. Her name tag reads ‘Krystal’ and he notes how he’s never seen your nametag full on to read your name.

“Um, a medium caramel iced latte please.”

She nods, inputting his order. Once he pays and is waiting for his order, he observes you chatting with your co-worker so he doesn’t get to hear a tone-deaf version of a song he knows.

Instead, Seokjin is graced with something even more endearing: a smile from you.

Each time he’s seen you, you take orders and make drinks with a neutral, unchanging expression. Not once do you crack a real, carefree smile or even so much as a smirk. Your mouth is either in a straight line or turned down when you seem to be concentrating, but the corners of your mouth never find their way up.

Part of Seokjin thinks he’s staring too much while the other part of him doesn’t care and instead memorizes your smile. The perfect curve of the corners of your mouth, mirth twinkling in your eyes like stars. The shape of your velvety-looking lips as they stretch wide and the perfect roundness of the apples of your cheeks. It’s the kind of smile that feels like a warm ray of sun on cold skin or a freshly baked pie straight out of the oven. It’s the type of smile that makes Seokjin forget any other smile he’s ever had thrown at him, and the type he’ll never forget.

The way in which your face lit up still lingers when he collects his drink and long after you’ve dropped the expression, resorting back to your default look.

The need to see you smile again is mighty as Seokjin decides right then and there that he wants to be the reason you genuinely smile and yearns for you to direct it at him.

Seokjin isn’t trying to be creepy - really he’s not. You just so happen to be the most beautiful person he’s ever seen and he wants so badly to strike up a conversation with you and learn more. Your likes, dislikes, your favorite ice cream flavor, your favorite movies, and your least favorite genre of music.

It’s why he goes back to the cafe five more times during the week between matches and other schedules, hoping to approach you with more than his coffee order.

He doesn’t because whenever you turn to look at him, eyes trained on him, mouth moving to ask what he wants, all of a sudden, he forgets any of those things and instead it’s business as usual, except sometimes he throws in a small pastry, but that’s all the additional words he can get out.

It’s silly really, but here he is, at the age of thirty stumbling over words simply because a pretty girl is looking at him. He kicks himself each time he leaves the coffee shop, telling himself to try again next time.

Seokjin and Taehyung win the doubles match at the end of the week which puts Seokjin in the best mood he’s been in all week. He wakes up after a night of celebratory partying and shuffles across the street once more after getting ready for the day.

As has become his routine, he’s sitting at his usual table located to the left of the cash register, one table away from the front door. He sips on his latte and alternates between scrolling on his phone and keeping an eye on you as you peer down at your phone. The cafe is quiet, only two other people immersed in their personal bubbles with drinks already in hand. He sees the delicate quirk of your mouth as you type, the expression tugging his heartstrings.

It’s his last day in the country and he’s still riding high on his adrenaline from yesterday’s win. Today is the day he’ll talk to you - really talk to you.

“You do know that what you've been doing is creepy, right?” Seokjin nearly leaps out of his seat upon hearing the sudden voice from behind him. He turns to see Namjoon staring back at him.

“I don't know what you're talking about,” Seokjin says, matter-of-factly.

Namjoon scoffs and slides into the seat across from him. “Oh, please, we all know you’ve been sneaking off. It wasn't until Taehyung decided to follow you that we knew you were here. You’re not as sneaky as you think you are, you know." Namjoon turns slightly to glance at you while you take the orders of a few women in business suits. “She’s cute.”

Seokjin watches you effortlessly move behind the counter as another customer enters and approaches to order, ignoring the flash of jealousy he feels when Namjoon compliments you. “Okay, fine yeah, I’ve been here. I just…god she’s beautiful.”

“Have you talked to her?”

As much as he doesn’t want to admit it, he does, with a quiet groan. “No. She’s just…I don’t know. Whenever I get up there all I can stutter out is my stupid coffee order. I’ve never had trouble talking to attractive people before but she’s different and she gets me all flustered like a dumb teenage boy.”

Namjoon chuckles, giving his client and friend a sympathetic look. “That is very unlike you. Kim Seokjin? Speechless and unable to flirt with someone? Who are you and what have you done with my favorite self-absorbed hyung?”

Rolling his eyes, Seokjin chooses to ignore Namjoon’s teasing. “I just…I wish I could get to know her. She’s so beautiful and has the most breathtaking smile I’ve ever seen. Oh, and she also has such a similar taste in music to me. I can always tell what she’s humming to herself when she works. And her drinks are always perfect too. Always the right amount of ice to everything else ratio and never too much sweetener. And not once has she seemed to recognize me or lose her mind to talk to me - hell I don’t even think she knows who I am! Do you know how rare that is? To like someone who doesn’t know me as the sensational tennis player Kim Seokjin and simply Jin who orders iced lattes is…something I’ve missed so badly.”

Eyebrows raised at Seokjin’s confession, Namjoon lets him finish. “As sweet as that sounds, I don’t think being the strange man who's been watching her all week is a great look for you.” Namjoon jokes, giving Seokjin a look over his glasses. “Now, come on. We have to head out for the shoot in ten minutes.” Seokjin frowns but finishes his drink before getting up and following Namjoon out of the cafe, glancing at you once more over his shoulder.

By the time he and Taehyung finish their winners’ photoshoot, it’s late afternoon and Seokjin hasn’t stopped thinking about you. He and the team are set to be on a plane back to South Korea right after returning to the hotel to get their belongings, but Seokjin can’t just leave the country without one last visit and one last attempt at talking to you.

“Seokjin! We have to leave for the airport shortly!” His stylist calls to his retreating back as everyone piles out of the SUV dropping them off in front of the hotel.

“I know, just give me five minutes!” He holds up his hand as he crosses the street and beelines for the familiar cafe.

As usual, you’re there. There are only four other people in the shop, either typing away on their laptops or phones, but none of them look up when he enters. Seokjin makes eye contact with you as he approaches the counter, but before he can open his mouth, you beat him to it.

“Medium iced caramel latte, right?” You ask, already inputting his order into the register in front of you.

He simply blinks back at first. “Oh, yes please.” He smiles at you, waiting for his queue to swipe his card. You remember him. You remember his order. He’s acutely aware of the way his heart leaps in his chest and the desire to let out a loud cheer in the middle of the coffee shop is strong, but he contains himself.

This is the last time he very well may see you for the rest of his life. Seokjin is about to walk away from the most gorgeous human he’s ever laid eyes on and even until the end, he’s too chickenshit to even ask for your number. The mere thought of getting rejected by you makes him want to shrivel up and float away. Not that he hasn’t been rejected before, but if it’s you, the beautiful stranger from the coffee shop with the smile like a siren’s song that has unknowingly captured his heart? He’ll never be able to get that out of his head.

In the end, the best thing he can even think to do is to grab a napkin and a pen from his bag before he can talk himself out of it.

“Jin,” you call out his name and he has to force his legs to walk over to the pick-up counter.

“Thank you.” He bows slightly to you and slides the napkin across the counter. He wants to say so much and let you know just how much of an effect you have on him, but he can’t. He can only hope that this is enough.

You watch the man leave the cafe, almost afraid to see what he’s written. You aren’t oblivious to the fact that he’s been coming in two to three times a day for the past week, always seemingly when you were on shift. He always ordered the same drink, which you had recommended, and he'd sit at the same table. He pretended to play with his phone, but you could always feel his deep brown eyes on you as you worked. At least he was respectful each time, never making you feel uncomfortable or like you were in danger.

Sure he was cute, handsome even, but you’ve perfected your poker face around attractive people so as to not show when you are, in fact, looking at them as much as they’re looking at you.

You hold the napkin in your hand and glance out of the large glass window at the front of the shop, watching the man known to you only as Jin, look both ways before crossing the street. Sighing, you open the napkin to read his words.

Hi.

Please don’t think I have bad intentions. You’re the most breathtaking person I’ve ever seen. It’s why I’ve been too scared to talk to you. I’m not from here and am flying back home today. I may never see you again, but I’ll regret this for the rest of my life if I don’t try.

Xxx-xxx-xxxx

I would love more than anything to get to know more about you, but I understand if you don’t want to text me. I’m just the guy that’s ordered the same drink from you all week.

I just want you to know that you’re beautiful. Smile and let the world see it. :)

-Kim Seokjin - the medium iced caramel latte guy

(You have great taste in music by the way)

These past few weeks for you have been one of the absolute worst. Life has been testing you in more ways than one, and anything that could go wrong for you, definitely has. The last thing you’ve wanted to do was show up to work, but here you are, day in and day out, extra shifts and all. Everything has been shitty and terrible and the urge to disappear has been strong.

The napkin in your hand with the sweet note from a kind stranger makes your stomach flutter though. You can’t remember the last time that someone who wasn’t a friend or a family member made you feel so warm. You don’t even mind that he’s probably heard the off-key humming you have a habit of doing while working if his last comment is any indication.

Your head whips up, looking out of the window at the front of the cafe and you can see Seokjin standing across the street, staring right at you. He raises his hand and gives a small wave before getting into the black SUV parked next to him and you watch as it pulls away.

Right on cue, the tv behind the counter catches your eye. The sports channel plays every day, per the request of your boss, and usually, you don’t pay it any mind since sports aren’t normally of any interest to you, but a familiar face comes on the screen at that moment. The face of the man who’s ordered the same drink you recommended to him all week pops up.

Kim Seokjin, an apparent champion in the tennis world and clearly a big deal, left you a hastily written note telling you he’s been too nervous to talk to you, the barista of a cafe he’s never been to. What is the universe even doing right now?

Seokjin stares out the window as the car takes everyone to the airport, doing his best to listen to Namjoon talk about the interviews he has once they arrive back home, but all he can think about is you. Did you throw out his note after you read it? Are you going to tell everyone what a weirdo he is? If Namjoon knew he wrote his number down for you and left it like that, he’ll never hear the end of it. Especially not if you sell his number online or give it to the press or something. Maybe he should have thought that through more. Maybe if he wasn’t such a wuss he-

His train of thought derails when he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. He quickly fishes out the device, frantically going to his messages.

[Unknown] Hi Mr. Stalker. Do you go around leaving your number on random napkins for every person you think is pretty?? 😉

A rush of something unfamiliar yet warm fills Seokjin’s chest when he reads your texts.

[Seokjin] No. Only the prettiest ones I’ve ever had the fortune of seeing and that’s only ever happened once.

[Seokjin] And by once I mean right now. Just saying.

[Unknown] 😂 Well I’m honored.

[Seokjin] Hi honored, I’m Seokjin 😃

[Unknown] Wow. I should block you for that…

[Unknown] But it made me laugh so I won’t. I’m Y/n, by the way. Nice to meet you Seokjin 🙂

Maybe Namjoon won’t kill him after all, Seokjin thinks as he adds your name to his contacts. Giving his number to a stranger pays off as he gets absorbed in finally talking to you, images of your face and the memory of your voice quickly filling his head. If he’s lucky, maybe one day he’ll be able to see you again and if he’s even luckier, he’ll get to see you smile again, but this time for him.

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jmvore · 4 months

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Baby, Yes Or No...

↳ SYNOPSIS › Jung Hoseok met you three months ago and in those three months, he realized, he liked you too much to not give a relationship a chance. If only he could confess... that would make things easier, wouldn't it? › masterlist + other gift ‹

» RATING › 18+ [M I N O R S D O N O T I N T E R A C T] » WARNING(S) › nothing but pure fluff, Hoseok struggling with his feelings toward the reader, kissing under the mistletoe, side vminkook (mentioned), kissing, and confessing. » PAIRING(S) › jung hoseok x f!reader » WORD(S) › 1.7k+ » POST DATE › 12/28/2023 » A/N › Thank you @/saradika for the divider(s)! Happy Holiday @hobipaint! This is part one of your gift, the other half is a header/icon combo I'll send to you through a message. Anyway, hopefully, you like it ❤️ALSO I'M SO SORRY IT WAS SO LATE. I also have something I am going to send you through message if that's okay.

thank you for reading! & remember: you nice, keep going.❤️ › masterlist ‹

Hoseok observes how your face lights up at the ginormous Christmas tree in the middle of the plaza. Pointing at the star that brightens once the clock turns midnight, the Christmas lights dance off your face as your smile grows wider. In that moment, he would say he felt like he was in one of those God-awful hallmark movies. The one where it took the girl falling for someone else for him to realize he wanted to be with her. Or, you know, it taking him forever to realize how much you mean to him.

The setup was perfect (or unlucky). Whoever this Joshua guy was, he was an idiot. He should've acted sooner but it was too late. He knew about his crush on you but Hoseok was determined to make you see him too. That faithful day he saw you at the Plaza almost a month ago, he didn't realize how much of a part you would play in his life.

How much he would need you in his.

And as Hoseok watches the way you're excited about everything around you, he realizes how much he loves hanging out with you, in every sense of the word. You want to get smoothies? He's down. Need someone to go somewhere with you? Not a problem, he's down. He knew he was down bad when you talked about going to some book club and volunteered to go with you.

Even Jimin had picked up on his crush.

Can you blame him though? You’re beautiful, kind, sort of stand-offish (which he loves) but once he could break down your walls, it was game over for him.

Yeji warned him about breaking your heart but he knows, he would never do it on purpose. Not if he can prevent it.

Only now, it's getting to the telling you part. He doesn't know how he is going to do it, but he knows he has to. He has to ask you out before Joshua does. He knows he’s been eying for your attention but he doesn't know if you've even given him the time of day.

Hell, will you even reciprocate his feelings?

“Finally…” Jimin chuckles at his friend when he recognizes the look that crosses his face. He nudges Hoseok your way as you turn to look at both of them, confused. Your friends surround all of you as you squeeze through to try and get to him.

"Hey! I was looking for you. Where have you been?" You ask, a small pout on your lips that he wants to kiss away. It's so hard not to! Why did you have to be so cute? "The lights are already up..."

"It's okay," He chuckles. "There's always New Year."

"I guess you're right." You turn to look back and Yeji gives you a thumbs up but when you turn back, you realize he's staring at you. You wipe the side of your face and frown, “What? Do I have something on my face?”

“What? No.” Hoseok laughs the more worried you look. “No. It's nothing.”

“Can’t be. I’m not buying it.” You shake your head, brows furrow as you scan Hoseok's face. “Hobi. Seriously, what's wrong?”

He glances back at Jimin for help but only receives a smirk in return.

“I, um…” He tries to say but the words simply aren't working in his favor. He wants to confess. He wants to tell you how much he likes you and how much your friendship over these last couple of months has meant to him more than anything but his brain isn't computing.

Why isn't it working?!

He hates that this is where you're probably going to see how much of a wuss he is. He can't even tell the girl of dreams how much he cares about her. Witchcraft. That's what this is. Because he's never been this tongue-tied before.

What the hell are you doing to him?

“Hey Hoseok?” You shake his shoulder to catch his attention again as your brows furrow. “Are you alright?”

“Uh…” Hoseok waves his hands frantically before scratching at the back of his neck. “Uh, yeah. Yes! It’s nothing. I'm going to go see if Jungkook wants to get some hot chocolate.”

“I’ll go-”

“No!” He dials back his enthusiasm as he closes his eyes and takes a breath. “It's fine. I think Jimin’s looking for you.”

You turn to see Jimin with his hand in Taehyung’s, pointing at the inflatable snowman hanging from the bars. As you are distracted, he takes his leave. his steps quick and hurried. He’s going to hate himself for doing that to you but he didn't know how else to get out of the situation.

It shouldn't be this hard to tell someone how they feel! What's wrong with him?

“Hoseok?”

“Shit!” He jumps, glancing at his cousin before looking back to see you sitting on the edge of the fountain with Taehyung and Jimin consoling you.

He’s probably fucked up his chance.

“Why are you running, hyung?” Jungkook asks, leaving Yeji and Ryujin’s side to be by his. He glances in the general direction he’s looking in before responding, “What did you do?”

“Nothing!” Hoseok’s already upset with himself. He didn't need the others upset too. “Nothing, just… fuck, I just couldn't tell her.”

“Why not?”

“I don't know!”

Hoseok sits on the park bench with his head in his hands. He knows he needs to figure it out, but he can't. He's overwhelmed and doesn't know how to start. He feels a heaviness in his chest at the thought of Joshua beating him to confess and a sense of dread rises in his stomach. He feels like he's about to lose control.

He watches you walk away with Jimin and Taehyung, leaving him to stir in his thoughts.

Maybe he lost his chance.

"Hot Chocolate!" Jungkook sings and skips toward the building as Taehyung and Jimin follow behind their boyfriend. Everyone decided they wanted to go to Sweets 'n Treats for some hot chocolate. You wanted to head home, not really in a festive mood but you know Jungkook won't let you.

Neither is Jimin.

"You doing okay, honey?" Yeji sits down next to you with yours and her hot chocolate in hand. She hands you a cup with a pretty heart drawn on the top and a lid. You smile, thanking her for the thoughtful gesture and taking a sip. You both enjoy the warmth of the hot chocolate as it spreads through your body.

It makes you feel a bit better.

"I'm okay." You shrug. "Where's Ryujin?"

"With the boys. I told her I was going to talk to you."

"Oh." You chuckle, grabbing a couple of sugars to sprinkle into your chocolate. Yeji watches you frown. She knows you're trying not to bring the group down but you were also hoping Hoseok would have said something by now. You felt like all the signs were there. "Should I say something?"

"To Hobi?"

"Should I?" Yeji raises her hand to rest her chin on her knuckles in thought. She glances in the general direction he was in and notes how Hoseok's trying his best not to watch your every move. "I think you should follow your heart."

You feel a tug in your chest, and a warmth of approval radiating from Yeji.

"Go get your man girl!" She says, waving for Jungkook and Ryujin to come over.

You take a deep breath as you stand with your drink and head towards Hoseok. Your heart is pounding in your chest. You can feel the sweat in your palms (not from the hot chocolate). You tell yourself to act naturally, but you can't help the butterflies in your stomach.

You still force yourself to head his way. You know your friends are watching. They've been rooting for the two of you ever since they learned of your feelings for one another.

'You got this!' Yeji mouths before turning back to her conversation with Jimin as You take a sip of your drink, trying to calm your nerves.

"Hobi?" Voice as quiet as a whisper but you're sure he heard you because his smile is brighter the moment he sees you. "Hey."

"I'm sorry about earlier."

"What was that about anyway?" You try to play it off as a chuckle but you're curious why he ran away.

"Nerves I guess." That's an understatement, trying to keep your composure but you know exactly what he's feeling. "Can I tell you something?"

You nod but he doesn't look at you.

"I, um..." His grip tightens on the handle as he clears his throat. His voice is low and trembling.

"What's going on?"

He appears to be nervous and uncomfortable as if he's struggling to find the words to say. His eyes dart around the room as if looking for help before he speaks again.

"Hob-"

"I-I like you, ___!" He finally blurts out, leaving some of the patrons confused. He doesn't care. He's glad he's finally said it. "I like you a lot and I didn't know how to express that and then I was afraid of you rejecting me and-" He takes a deep breath and continues. "But I guess I knew I had to take a chance and tell you. I hope you feel the same way."

He stops rambling as his eyes widen and his heart pounds against his chest. He waits for a response, but you don't say anything, and his heart plummets. Dreading the worst.

Why weren't you saying anything?

Did you not feel anything?

"Y-You don't have to say anything! It's okay if you don't feel the same way. No pressure." He excuses himself but before he can get off the stool, you grab his arm to stop him.

"Wait." You look at him and grin. "I feel the same way. I felt the same way for a while now. I was hoping you said something first."

He's taken aback and smiles, before pulling you into a hug. You giggle, telling him not to be so rough but he can't help but squeal at the realization you feel the same way he does. He pulls back but hesitates when he glances down at your lips.

"Kiss me, Hobi." Your lips meet in a passionate kiss as he holds you in his arms and pulls you close. You feel your heart flutter the minute he pulls away and looks you in your eyes.

The moment is broken when you hear Jimin scream, "Finally!" as the rest of the group laughs.

"Yeah. Finally." Hoseok whispers as you look up to see what they're laughing at. You notice Jungkook behind you holding a mistletoe above your head.

"Really, Kook?"

"Yes!" Jungkook wiggles it above your head again and smiles. "It's tradition."

Hoseok leaned in to kiss your lips one last time as he couldn't believe he had the greatest gift this year.

Your love.

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the-boy-meets-evil · 5 months

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Last Line Tag

thanks to @hobipaint for the tag 💕

Rules: Share the last line you wrote and tag the same number of people as the words in the line.

“Or you could just crash here tonight,” you offer and Chan grips the steering wheel a little harder to steady his nerves.

tagging (i cannot think of 22 people lmao): @effortandmore @hot-soop @ugh-yoongi @tbzhub @wongyuseokie @wonwussy @onlymingyus @shuadotcom and anyone else that would like to play, say i tagged you (and as always, no pressure)

#tag games #i will finish this fic if it kills me #maybe #the word count keeps growing

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anyablackwood · 5 months

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Last Line Tag 3

Belated thanks to @nemaliwrites for the tag! Lol this one sounds odd out of context, but:

"No, no you don't understand- I'm going through puberty twice!"

(Word count: 10)

As for tagging as many people as words in the line... we'll see what I can do, lol.

(Gently) tagging: @amaiguri, @theunboundwriter, @anoelleart, @da-na-hae, @mysticstarlightduck, @athenswrites, @hobipaint, @mentally-unstable-cat, @melodyattheend, @imslowlydisintegrating

#last line tag #wip tag game #writeblr #tag game #traveling bards WIP #very late but I tried #out of context but maybe that makes it funnier tbh

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kbookshelf · 4 months

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Acceptances; Round 7 💌

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#member acceptances #welcome new members !!!!#sorry once again for taking forever to do this :O

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theunboundwriter · 5 months

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Last Line Tag

Thank you for the tag @anyablackwood !!

Rules: Share the last line you wrote and tag the same number of people as the words in the line.

Tagging (with no pressure): @hobipaint , @indecentpause , @writemeoutofreality , @jasminewalkerauthor , @marcotheflychair , @ralofofriverwoods

I'm in the middle of an angsty scene that I added out of pure impulse:

“I’m—I’m sorry,” she choked out.

#wip: the sea is in her blood #wip tag game

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btshoneyhive · 2 years

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hive birthday

it’s a very special day! we would like to wish one of our very own pollinators a super duper happy birthday! we hope you have a buzz worthy time hazel @hobipaint🐝🍯 thanks for being a part of our hive!

~ from all of us at bts honey hive

#hive birthday

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hobipaint · 3 years

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A Story Told On Sand

summary: The setting sun gives time for Jungkook to cherish his family.

↳ pairing: jungkook x reader

↳ genres: fluff, like so much fluff, established relationship, slice of life au.

↳ word count: 1.4K

↳ disclaimers: none.

a/n: A completely self indulgent Jungkook fluff drabble written at two at night haha,, I was really going through it. Written for the @bangtanwritingbingo prompt no. 14 - watching sunsets/sunrises, and for @btscreatorscorner June workshop- writing from a member's POV! a massive thank you to @jikookiekosmos for making the banner for me😭 and a massive thank you to @vaekth and @joonscore for bearing with me because I just kept talking on and on about this in your dms lol.

Jungkook leaned back, eyes shutting close as he felt the breeze kiss over every inch of his skin. The warm sunset was only just spreading across the sky, a bright yellow turning to a scarlet - as if the sun was blushing at the idea of leaving the sky, it's lover.

"It's nice," You sighed, hands resting over his as you looked at the sunset.

Jungkook looked at you, smiling, and hummed in agreement. "I like this scenario, you know. A sunset, the kids are playing in the sand, and your hand in mine. My day is coming to a good end."

You turned to face him just as he lifted your joined hands to his mouth to leave a small kiss. You smiled, with your other hand coming up to pull your hair to the side, and Jungkook remembered why he fell in love with you all over again. He looked at you, your eyes sparkling in the deep orange of the sunset, keeping his eyes locked with yours as he pulled you closer.

Kissing you never got old.

His lips softly settled on yours, the feeling of them feeling right. Your scent- an unlikely mix of mint, from his perfume, and chocolate, from baking with the kids earlier today- filled his surroundings - and he didn't want anything more. His hand clasped yours, thumb tracing small universes over the back of your hand - universes where it was only you, him and your family. You other hand languidly traced up his arm, curling behind the nape of his neck to pull him closer. He felt you smile, nearly giggle, and it was only seconds before the two of you pulled away and just laughed. It felt good to be here. It felt good to be with you.

The setting sun cast beautiful spells over the waves that were splashing and playing around in the sea, washing them in shades of burnt red and gentle yellows. The glimmering swell of water that leaped over the sand had your children squealing in delight, running away from the wave. You waved them over, watching as they ran helter skelter to collect their sand toys before running the two of you.

Jungkook spread his arms out as his daughter ran to her father, not minding the sand that stuck to her body as she leaped on him - squealing in happiness at being reunited with her partner in crime. You reached over to ruffle her hair, eyes crinkling as your son walked over and buried his face in your lap, finally exhausted with the events of the day.

It was a vacation for you and him - time to spend with family. There were so many highs and so many lows in your daily lives that it was exhausting, even if you loved your work - and you both needed that break, even if it was only for a weekend. Now, as he watched the waves crash into each other and then end in bubbles, he felt that peace he had wanted.

"Tomorrow, we will go back to the city. Right, dad?" Your daughter sat up and spoke to Jungkook, his hand coming up to caress the hair that flew wildly behind her, settling it behind her ear. "Yes, my bunny. We're going back tomorrow."

"Good!" She beamed at him, and Jungkook felt his heart swell. She took his palm, and he couldn't help but be amazed at how wonderfully she had grown up - he remembered when he would walk her around with her clinging onto his pinky finger only, and now her hand fit in the palm of his hand, big enough to clutch his hand and swing it while playing games. "I wanted to show you a drawing I had made for you and mommy."

You turned towards your daughter while petting your son's head, fingertips gently untangling the heap of curls in his hair as he slept soundly. "What drawing, baby?"

"I made a big girl drawing. Teacher had said it was really good!" Your daughter beamed, missing incisors displayed in a beautiful smile that strangely reminded Jungkook of your own -upper lip quirking in a way that he thought only you could, till his daughter first beamed at him. The thought made him smile.

"Really? I can't wait to see it then, bub. We'll pin it on the fridge too!" You cheered for her, her eyes widening in happiness and surprise at the sudden announcement. She jumped onto both of you, nearly knocking her brother off his mother's lap as she squealed again, screaming to the waves in the distance about how she loved her family. "We will be here forever!" she said, happily clapping.

After a few more moments of excited babbling - including a certain confession she had received from a classmate ("I promised not to tell anyone, but I didn't want to hide it from you! He said he loved me!") Jungkook's shocked exclamation at his baby getting confessions, you laughing, and her defending her 'friend', she was peacefully dosing on Jungkook's lap. His hand went to softly pat her hair, humming a soft lullaby - the same one he had sung to her for years- for all the times she wouldn't sleep at night.

Eight years, and she still paraded up to him at night to demand the lullaby, and Jungkook would simply cherish that time as he would caress her head, wishing her sweet dreams and tucking the blanket in. "It's to keep the monsters away, " he'd hear her murmur everytime, and he'd smile before returning to his wife and son in the next room, softly patting his son's cheek, kissing his wife good night, and falling asleep.

Looking at you now - your eyes paying attention to the two year old that had curled up in your lap - he held back the sudden urge to shout in happiness like his daughter had. That's what he felt. Overwhelmed with happiness. He didn't believe that he actually got to live with this euphoria in his life. One look at the three of you made him feel so proud, so responsible, and so loved - he simply couldn't put it all into words.

Your head came to rest on his shoulder, and Jungkook leaned his head over yours, hands finding each other. You squeezed his hand tightly, and sighed - and he understood you. This silence, this time - it all meant so much for the two of you.

"Once we go back, we're probably not getting time like this again, are we?" You whispered, letting the words fly away with the breeze.

"Maybe. Who knows, I'll whisk you away on a getaway next week?" He smiled, and though he couldn't see you, he knew you were smiling, too.

"Maybe? What about our daughter's annual day, mister? Forgot so soon?" You laughed as you spoke, punching his arm playfully. "I guess my husband is turning old already."

"Hey!" Jungkook said, trying to fake his anger even if he couldn't take the smile off his face. "I remembered it, of course I remember! I had to learn the ballet routine as well!" You laughed again, the sound familiar and known to him- his heart beating a happy beat. "I twisted round and round, over and over, and nearly ripped my pants."

"Mmmm, and I didn't see you complaining after this baby appreciated you." Jungkook watched you caress your daughter's hair, then her cheek, and settle on the sand. "You went for it all the way."

"I would always go all the way for her. And for this pumpkin too." He pointed at his son, and you giggled. "And for you too. You're my world, you know that?"

You raised your head to face him, Jungkook almost complaining at the loss of your body heat right near him. "And you're mine. You, and our kids. You're all my everything."

Jungkook's eyes softened, pulling you closer for you to rest your head on him again. You leaned against his chest, and Jungkook bent down to kiss the top of your head before leaning back to bade goodbye to the sun.

"I think sunsets look the prettiest, don't they?" You marvelled at the sky, lush shades of warm orange letting hints of blue peak through as the sky prepared for nightfall.

I think everything looks prettier when it's with you, Jungkook wanted to say, but he lets the babble of the returning seagulls fill the space. His hands wrap around you, letting his eyes look to the sky once again, awed by everything around him now. This was all he needed.

"I love you," he murmured, pressing another kiss to his lover as the sun set upon the evening.

a/n: I'm not really sure if this would be drabble length or fic length, but I'd like to think of it as a drabble. Writing this was really warm and comforting for me, so I hope that it gave you a similar feeling. I'd love to hear any feedback you have either as a comment, reblog, or as an ask! Thank you so much for giving your time to my work 💞 love, hazel 🤗

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