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cutest-bunny-writings · 2 years

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For our reaction boys: you defending them from a mean client or customer ? 😊😊

Reaction: Defending Them/You from a Rude Customer💟

Warning: rude customers, employee abuse, body shaming, entitled customers, anxious employees, swearing.

Note: Sorry that there's no Jimin in this one. I didn't know what to put for him.🙁

Kim Namjoon:

(Book Store AU)

You pushed open the glass door to the small book shop that your boyfriend worked in, hearing the small golden bell jingle to announce your presence, making a smile grace your lips, but the euphoria quickly died when you heard someone yelling.

"What do you mean I can't return it?!" There was a lady standing at the counter, almost screaming at top of her lungs.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am, but it didn't come from the store damaged and you can't return it if it isn't in it's original condition." That's Namjoon's voice.

You quickly went deep into the store, coming around a corner just in time to see her slam the destroyed book on the counter, making Namjoon flinch.

"LUDACRIS!" She screamed.

"That's store policy." Namjoon looked like he was trying not to cry and you couldn't blame him.

"Hey! Get away from him!" You called, some of the other employees turning to see you, knowing looks crossed everyone's faces.

"Y/N?" Namjoon looked both confused and surprised as you went behind the counter.

"Hi, Joonie, I brought you lunch." You pulled his face down to whisper in his ear. "You go take lunch and I'll deal with this."

You watched Namjoon trek off into the breakroom while the woman yelled about how she wasn't finished with him and that he needed to come back, you just hoisted yourself up to sit on the counter, waiting for her to stop screaming.

"Ma'am, I'm afraid that your unsightly behavior qualifies this store to ban you. Good day." You watched to of the other employees snactch both her arms and escort her outside, giggling to yourself before joining Namjoon on his lunch break.

Kim Seokjin:

(Chef AU)

You peaked through the blinds and sure enough the same lady that was lurking in the back alley was there again.

"Seokjin-ah! That lady is in the back alley again!"

"Ugh! I told her to gi away yesterday!" Seokjin walks through the kitchen to come look through the blinds with you, watching the lady pace.

He walks to the door, stopping to put on a nice face, leaving the door open a crack so you could hear the conversation.

"Where's that little brat that does the cleaning?"

"Excuse me?" Seokjin's face fell, slowly morphing into anger.

"The short girl with dress codes violations."

Dress code violations? What the hell?

"Why?" He crossed his arms, looking down at the overly smug woman.

"I don't need to explain myself to you! Where's the owner?"

"You're talking to him."

You watched her fume for a few seconds before making the decision not to embarrass herself further and just leave.

"I hope she stays away." Seokjin sighed, leaning against the door.

Kim Taehyung:

(Flower Shop Owner AU)

"I said I didn't want any carnations!"

"You told me I has creative freedom over your arrangements and those aren't carnations, they're peonies."

You sat on the counter, watching Taehyung correct this woman's idocracies about his precious flowers, she looked dumbfounded at the peony comment, opting to scoff at him instead.

"Well, they're the wrong color."

"You asked for pink, I gave you pink."

"That's not pink! It's white!"

"Ma'am, with all due respect, have you never seen a peony before today?"

You snickered, placing a few sprigs of baby's breath into a bouquet for an order.

"How rude! I'm never coming back here again!"

"Have a nice day!" You and Taehyung called after her with wide smiles on your faces, giggling when she was finally out the door.

Jung Hoseok:

(Clothing Designer AU)

"Who's the fat model?"

Hoseok immediately brought his needle away from the man's suit, stopping his alterations at once. "Excuse me?"

"The fat chick over there." The guy moved his head in your direction, irritating Hoseok.

"That's my girlfriend and I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave now." Hoseok stood to his full height, eyeing the man with an annoyed expression.

"But my suit's not done!"

You finally made your way over to Hoseok, stopping a few feet away to get a read on the situation.

"I don't care, get out, I don't tolerate body shaming."

"I'm not leaving until you finish my suit!"

"Yes, you are." Hoseok stuck his sewing needle through the seat of the guy's pants, making him squeal. "Now, get out."

"Fine!"

You watched the man stomp out of Hoseok's shop, grumbling something about what an ass he was.

"What was that all about?" You came over, wrapping your hands around Hoseok's waist, feeling his hands come around you.

"Nothing." He sighed and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

Min Yoongi:

(Café AU)

"You gave me food poisoning last time I was here!"

You saw the man yelling from your spot in the reading nook, already annoyed by his presence.

"Sir, this receipt is from the grocery store." Yoongi looked at the receipt then the man.

"Yeah and you gave me food poisoning last time!" This guy was not backing down at all which was irritating everyone in the café.

"You know this is a café that has no connection to the grocery store listed on the receipt, right?" Yoongi looked like he was fighting off a laugh and trying desperately to keep his cool.

"Are you calling me a liar?!"

You giggled to yourself at the question, the obvious answer was yes.

"I just want to know why you thought this receipt would get you anything."

You got up from your spot, interrupting the extremely one-sided conversation, leaning over the counter to kiss Yoongi.

"Hi, Yoongles." You smiled, pressing a few more kisses to his lips, ignoring the scoff from behind you.

"I can't do anything for you, Sir." Yoongi leaned over the counter, chasing your lips, a small laugh escaping your lips.

"Min!" Yoongi nearly jumped out of his skin at his manager's voice, hearing you laugh again.

Jeon Jungkook:

(Tattoo Artist AU)

"This is the wrong design." The woman drawled looking at the flowers that were just finished on her forearm.

"But...it's not." Jungkook held up the sketch of the flowers.

"I want a refund." She crossed her arms, not moving from her spot in the leather chair.

"He won't be doing that." You opened the curtain, coming to wrap your arms around Jungkook's neck, planting a kiss to the top of his head. "He followed the pattern you picked out exactly so he won't be refunding anything."

Your defense and displays of affection clearly disgusted her

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koostarcandy · 2 years

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hi can i pls req a jungkook fic based on when you’re ready by shawn mendes? thank u !!!

whole world - jk x reader

pairing: pining!jungkook x fem!oc (unnamed)

summary: jungkook hopes you know his intense feelings towards you. alternative? jungkook would wait 10 years if it means to be with you.

genre: fluff

wc: 680 words

a/n: shawn mendes has got some really good songs ㅠㅠ requests are open because I can't look at textbooks all day long 😃👍🏼uh jaykay is very pining here (idk how you say it English but it makes sense in my head okay) it's not as bad as you think it is but it did take me 2 days to write so🕳🏃🏽‍♀️ also, I left it open cause why not?

jungkook thinks you're like all the seasons, combined.

early spring, where the flowers are slowly blooming and the air is filled with the giddiness at the prospect of summer. you're eager to pick out tiny daisies to make flower crowns for the both of you, always on the lookout for cute animals to capture pinterest worthy pictures.

you're the soft sunshine brightening up his life, the relief of mid-day rain during the peak heat and he can only hope you know that he loves spending spring with you.

summer, filled with popsicles and frequent trips to the pool. there's tons of polaroids on jungkook's desk, left by you so he can put it in their designated albums. you're always dragging him to carnivals and fairs, summer nights a haze and memorable with you.

you're like the cool and chill nights, that brings relief after the sweltering heat. he hopes that, years down the lane, you're looking at these precious albums with him, old and wrinkly and happy.

when it comes to autumn, jungkook loves the fact that you go up and beyond to get "cuddly" clothes, getting matching ones to even pair up with his dear doberman, bam. you're always stomping the crunchy colourful leaves with him, silent content at the sound.

like the sudden gusts of wind which remind him that fall season is here, you're in the tight hands held and close proximity to ensure there's enough warmth for everybody. he hopes that, years down the lane, he's still holding your hand in his, enjoying the crisp air with you.

in brisk winter, jungkook knows you'll find a hundred reasons and more to make delectable hot chocolate, decorated with your favourite fluffy tiny marshmellows. you make it a point to see the first snow with him, turning it into an impromptu snowball fight.

like how children's eyes light up when they get their christmas presents, you're the sparkle that everyone looks for when it comes to the holidays, especially jungkook. he hopes that, when the time comes, you'll be passing down the sparkle, making the whole world a better place. just like how you do to his.

jimin is flabbergasted, speechless and most importantly, shocked at the audacity of his best friend, now drunk.

"jimin-ssi," a drunk jungkook wails, "what do i do?"

jungkook might not know it and he might not even care, but the stares garnered and projected to them, even though they're in a private booth of the bar, makes jimin think twice about his life choices.

it takes everything in him to not up and get out, frankly tired of how blind his jungkookie can be.

"you want her to stay with you, yes?" jimin asks slowly.

jungkook nods furiously, drunk sleepy eyes suddenly widening. "that goes without saying! of course, i want that!"

jungkook's precious hyung winces slightly at the rise of volume but he goes on anyway, "so why don't you just ask her out?"

the pining boy shakes his head so fast and quickly, jimin thinks it might fall off. "she's not interested in me like that, she never has been and I've seen it, hyungie." jungkook nods solemnly, flicking open the cap of soju and pouring himself a shot and downing it.

"but i'll wait for her. like i always do and i don't mind that at all."

jimin stares at him, mind reeling from the rant jungkook had gone on you being "all seasons combined" after hearing the song 'four seasons' play in the bar. the poor man massages his temples with one hand, the other fisting to meet jungkook's buff arm, softly punching him repeatedly.

"you blind, utter, foolish, dumbass!"

"i'm sure you're right but why?!"

jimin heaves the biggest sigh he's let out around jungkook and that's saying something. "you said that you're sure she's not interested in you. at all?"

jungkook mimics his hyung, sighing and grabbing the soju bottle, "jimin-ssi, how many times do I have to tell you? she isn't-"

"if she isn't, then why does she look at you like you're her whole world?"

pt time: @armys-dna ; @joondiary ; @soobhyun ; @shatzkrinslinzki ; @highly-functioning-mitochondria ; @taegisms ; @cherishoshi

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jellifysh · 2 years

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Getting Back Into the Swing of Things (part five)

Or, namjoon falls back in love with his ex (and his boyfriends do too)

Ot7 x reader (slow burn, roommates au, fluff, jungkook stops being shy, a ridiculous amount of pop culture references, this is a cringe free zone but you and jungkook are pretty cringe)

A/N: i moved the taglist down so it'll be less work to scroll past c: if i forgot you pls remind me I'm swimming in names over here :D

Edit: taglist closed!

"No, no, not like that! You're getting egg everywhere!" Jin cackled.

"Listen, I'm doing my best!" You whined. "How can you even crack two eggs with one hand?"

"I already showed you!"

Namjoon smiled to himself in the other room, reading a book in the daybed by the window.

You had been getting along with everyone better than he had expected.

Well, not everyone, Namjoon frowned. Jimin seems to have deemed you enemies from the start, and Jungkook was being shy around you for some reason that Namjoon couldn't quite parse.

But for the most part, you had adjusted well, and it seems to have benefitted you to have befriended Jin, the outgoing man helping you come out of your shell a bit, not disappearing as much as you used to.

However, Namjoon didn't even remember you having a shell in the first place. You certainly hadn't been shy around Namjoon, and when you were growing up you were always excited to talk with people, being quite popular among your class. You had always been charming, pretty and slightly reserved at times, but it never kept you from making friends.

Here though, you kept yourself in your room, as if trying to take up as little space as possible. Shying away from touches and attention instead of the cuddly way you were before, and answering in one word instead of the impassioned rants you and Namjoon used to exchange about all your favorite things.

He missed that, he decided, glancing at the bookshelf he had selected his book from. A bookstore nearby carried some of your old favorites, maybe Namjoon could buy a couple and you two could read together.

The idea of you and him doing something so familiar made him smile. Having you here, with his loves, scratched an itch Namjoon didn't know he had.

"I made cookies!" Jin swirled out the kitchen, placing the platter on the low table. You trailed after him, a small proud smile on your face, and a tray of drinks in your hands.

"And I made hot chocolate."

A rumbling sounded on the stairs.

Jungkook barreled into the doorway, Taehyung bumping into him when he stopped. "Cookies?!"

And just like that, you started slinking away again. It was like the more people in the room, the less you could stand being in it. You slipped into the kitchen quietly, under the pretense of grabbing more marshmellows.

Jungkook splayed himself over Namjoon's lap on the daybed and Taehyung laid over his legs. "Hey hyung, how was your day?"

Out of all of them, Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok worked the most, at least consecutively. They owned properties and companies which involved a lot of paperwork and meetings and payment plans that needed almost constant organizing and managing. They could work from home more often than most, but unlike the rest of the guys, they were called into the office at least four times a week, attending to urgent or time sensitive matters that they needed their office space for.

Jin, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook worked relatively little, as their lines of work usually called for them be on site for weeks to months at a time. Jin had mostly retired from big movie projects, taking smaller, more meaningful ones to allow more time to be at home and spend time with his boyfriends, but even then he was busy with magazine spreads and photoshoots, and when he was on call he was almost never home.

Jimin and Taehyung did modeling work, on location usually, flying to Milan and Hong Kong, Hawaii and Dubai, fashion and tourism centers of the work and doing photoshoots and runway shows, a new brand wanting them to display their work every couple weeks. They even opened up a fashion line together, mostly managed by other trusted allies, and offered creative input and inspiration for the pieces.

Jungkook mostly worked on the other side of the camera, doing photography for famous magazines and shows and even directed movies and short films under Golden Closet Studios, of which Jin acts as his advisor, offering an actor's perspective on movie making.

As such, their messy schedules caused them to not have as much time together as sharing a place would suggest. They all had some downtime these last couple months, but it was hard to tell how much longer it would last.

The maknaes were taking their time warming up to you, which was strange, as they were the more outgoing of the group. Namjoon isn't blind to the flaws in the older ones personalities, himself too cynical and analyzing of strangers, Yoongi was cold and uncaring, Hoseok being detached and apathetic, and Jin being condescending and snappy.

Not that the maknaes weren't also rough around the edges. You were already dealing with what seemed to be the effect of Jimin's persuasion. When he decided he didn't like someone he made it known, and Taehyung would always put Jimin first, no matter who was on the other end, and since Jungkook had met them, he'd idolized the two in a way.

They were all puzzle pieces that only fit each other, Namjoon had eventually realized, and they didn't care to change things either, becoming a group known for being tight knit in the high society they lived in. If they were ever found around someone the media didn't recognize as part of their circle, it blew up, and information on the individual was quickly dug up.

Namjoon realized at some point that might happen to you, as you'd been out in public with them, and started thinking of ways to preemptively stop anything drastic when that happened.

For now though, he answered Jungkook's question. "My day's been fine, I just got home about an hour ago."

"Why didn't you tell us? We would've come to hang with you!"

"I went up to the game room, it seemed like you were in the middle of a very important game of Overwatch."

Taehyung scoffed, "Yeah, but only because Jungkook doesn't know how to fucking heal--"

"You ignored me everytime they were diving me in the backline--"

"I thought you were a pro gamer--"

"Oh right, as opposed to your amazing skills? How many kills did you get again? Five?" Jungkook rolled his eyes. You walked into the room, plopping the marshmallows into the cups. "I bet Y/n's better at the game than you are. Y/nie, do you know how to play Overwatch?"

You froze like a deer in headlights "...I do, on console, though," You answered, eventually. "And it's been awhile since I played so--"

"That's fine," Jungkook grabbed a plate of cookies and a cup. "You couldn't possibly suck as much as Tae."

He deftly dodged the pillow Taehyung threw at him and gestured for you to follow him. You looked back at Namjoon before leaving and he just shrugged. Guess Jungkook was over being shy already.

Jungkook had not thought this through.

He usually spent his time playing games, watching videos or movies, and generally making his hyungs' lives more difficult. Him whining and dragging someone else to play video games with him after one of his boyfriends let him down was such a normal occurrence at this point, he just asked whoever walked in the room next to play with him in hopes they'd help him win.

He hadn't realized how used to you he had gotten, your presence somewhere in the background while he did something else, hearing your voice while washing dishes in the kitchen with Jin, or seeing his laundry that he left in the dryer nicely folded for him on the days you needed to wash your clothes at the same time.

You being here had started to become Jungkook's new normal, even though the thought of actually talking to you made him nervous.

Asking you to play video games with him felt so second nature that he hadn't realized you two hadn't had an actual full conversation until you were sat in the game room on his favorite gaming chair while he lounged on one of the couches.

"Wow, this is a cool setup." You were looking at the liquid cooling system attached to his PC, the purple coolant flowing through the tube with an amazed look on your face. "I've heard these are a lot of work to manage."

"Thanks, I built it myself. It took me a while to figure out actually but it was fun." Jungkook explained. He had inherited his dad's love for tech and took on stuff like this as a challenge, making his tech faster, better, quieter, and optimized for his personal preferences.

"That's so cool! I wanted to build my own too, but I'm not as good at PC games so I never bothered."

"I could always teach you?" Jungkook scratched the back of his neck, shyly. "I mean, I usually work from home when I'm not on any big projects, if you ever wanted to play something, I'd probably be here."

"That'd be really cool." You straightened up, moving away from the computer. "That day is not today, though. It sounds like you want a competent teammate and I am horrible at PC stuff." You chuckled.

"I'm sure you're not that bad. I mean, you can't be worse than like, Hoseok-hyung. He's great at dancing but gaming? Whole different story." He pulled forward this tall rolling shelf with game consoles stacked on each level, a remote holder and charging station on the bottom. "Which are you more used to, Xbox or Playstation?"

"Xbox. My brother had one growing up." You stated simply. "Just how many game consoles do you have?"

"Oh, like... six? Ish? I mean, we have three Xboxes and Three Playstations so that we can group up when playing video games, and only like, Me, Tae, and Jin hyung really play together at the same time, and then we all have a Nintendo Switch besides Yoongi and Namjoon hyung."

"Well, that explains all the TVs in here..." you trailed off, looking around at the screens mounted on the walls. Jungkook chuckled sheepishly.

"Yeah, having seven guys living together is gonna equal a lot of electronics. Where do you wanna sit? You can use Yoongi hyung's controller, he drops it the least."

You got comfy in front of a television, abandoning Jungkook's gamer chair for a beanbag and blanket and he settled in next to you on the floor. You played around in the training grounds before queuing up and playing together, having a way more fun time than you thought, even with you being rusty, screaming and laughing and even winning a couple games.

You hadn't realized how close you had gotten while playing, Jungkook practically pressed to your side. He seemed to notice at the same time, pulling back a little. "Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to crowd you or anything..."

"It's fine, I don't really mind."

"Okay."

He leaned back into you slowly, quietly going back to playing games. After a couple rounds, in between waiting for a match, you turned your head to see him staring at you.

"What?"

He smiled and looked away. "Nothing."

You laughed. "No, seriously, what?"

"You have a nice laugh." He shrugged, avoiding your eyes. "I was just thinking, this is the first time I've really heard you laugh."

"Thanks, I guess." You shrugged, focusing on the screen again. "I just haven't talked with you much."

"Yeah," He smiled apologetically. "I guess not."

The both of you continued playing games next to each otherlike that, laughing and talking until Jin called for dinnertime and you went and ate quickly, wanting to get back to gaming, despite Jin's yelling to slow down to keep from choking-- which made you both laugh so hard Jungkook actually did choke-- and you were up the stairs again.

Jin sighed, picking up the dishes. Tae and Jimin had gone out earlier on some date or shopping spree and Jin had already portioned out their dinner and left it in the fridge for when they got home if they wanted it. Hoseok set out to help by picking up the placemats and candles Jin liked to put out when setting the table.

"They seem to be getting along well." Yoongi commented, still lounging at the table and drinking from his glass.

"Yeah, I'm glad. I was worried it'd be hard for her to settle in, but it seems like things are better now." Namjoon said, helping Jin pick up plates. "I'm gonna speak with Jimin about going easy on her but he doesn't seem happy about it."

"Well, Joon, I hate to say it , but you did kinda spring it on us." Jin said, placing the dishes in the sink to rinse. "We're aren't the type to just get close with people."

Namjoon sighed, head in his hands. "I know, I just, I stopped thinking."

"That would imply that you ever started thinking in the first place." Yoongi snarked, lightheartedly. "There's no point worrying about it now. Jimin will get used to it, and she's already here. No changing the past."

"When did you become so wise?" Hoseok said, blowing out a candle.

"I've always been wise!"

"I have pictures of you with your hair in a Mohawk that say otherwise." Namjoon interjected.

"I'm going to bed." Yoongi grumbled.

A couple hours later, Jin walked up to the bedroom to go to sleep as well, seeing the lights in the game room still on. He peeked inside and you and Jungkook were sitting on a beanbag together, watching some streamers play Among Us and screaming about watching a teammate die right in front of them.

Jin watched you two for a moment, staring up at the screen looking absolutely entranced. "You two should head to bed."

"But they're just about to figure out the imposter."

"I'm pretty sure it's Corpse, those were some clean kills."

"Go to sleep, you brats! Ignoring me like I'm not standing right here!"

"Five more minutes pleeeease?"

He sighed. "Fine, when you both wake up in the morning and hate yourself, don't blame me."

"Yaaay!"

And from then on, Jungkook followed you around, seemingly over whatever temporary nervousness he had felt around you. When you helped Jin in the kitchen he was more prone to help out, volunteering to chop the onions or wash the dishes if it meant talking with you longer about video game stategies or mechanics.

At some point, Namjoon went to get water at night, definitely in the early morning and found you and Jungkook sitting curled up together under a blanket while a four hour long video of Five Night's at Freddy's lore was playing on the screen. He doesn't think either of you noticed him walking next to the couch with how your eyes were glued to the screen.

But the important thing was you were feeling more at home, and it gave Namjoon the courage to ask you to join when they decided to have a pool party, all of them having time off at the same time again.

It was at breakfast, the time when they all woke too quickly for you to escape back to your room after cooking with Jin, all of you sitting around the table eating.

"I dunno," you had said. "I don't even have a bathing suit."

"That's okay." Jungkook said, taking a piece of bacon off your plate. "You can just sit and hang out."

"I never go in the pool anyways." Yoongi added, almost nonchalantly.

Yoongi did that often, not truly saying exactly what he meant. But you still understood what he was saying: You wouldn't be left out. So you agreed.

Now, Namjoon was watching you and Jungkook laugh and joke around, him randomly doing a hand stand and you watching for a moment before copying him and trying to hold it longer. You failed of course because he has the core strength of a god so instead you pushed him over into the pool, making Jin and Hoseok in the water laugh like a pack of hyenas. Jungkook resurfaced, splashing Jin for laughing at him.

"Yah, why are you splashing me, she's the one who pushed you in!"

He leaned against the doorframe, connecting their house to their pool area. Jimin, coming from the kitchen with a drink straight from the fridge, leaned up against him, staring at them playing in the pool too.

"Hey, Jimin, can we talk?"

"I don't think there's anything to talk about." Jimin replied blankly, turning back around walking into the house again.

Namjoon sighed, following him deeper into the house. "Don't act clueless. Why have you been so rude since Y/n's been here?"

Jimin was facing the counter, leaning against it. "Now you're the one acting clueless. You have a high IQ, why don't you think about why I might be upset?"

"Upset is one thing, confrontational is another. She's being nice, why can't you?" Namjoon crossed his arms, waiting for him to turn around, and he did, glaring hard enough burn a hole in his head.

"Namjoon, do you even hear yourself? Ever since she's been here everything's been all about her! She has to be comfortable, she has be to happy, what about us? This is our home!"

"If you're so upset, why didn't you say anything before?"

"Because you said to be nice."

"But you said you were fine with it."

"That was before I knew that she was... yours. You didn't tell us anything. You treat her like you treat us, and you're not even dating her. How do you think that makes me feel, Namjoon?" Now, the anger on his face melted away to show the fear and sadness underneath.

Namjoon sighed. He was just scared and afraid because Namjoon acted without thinking, like always. He moved closer, taking Jimin's arms and pulling him into his chest. "I... I didn't think you would feel this way. Jimin, you know I love you, all of you, you're all the most amazing people I've ever met, I would never want to hurt any of you." Jimin looked up at him and Namjoon, brushed his hand against his cheek before continuing. "Jimin, I would never hurt you."

Jimin let out the breath he was holding releasing all the tension this argument and built up and melted into Namjoon's arms. "I just... I worry, darling."

"I know, I'm sorry. I messed up, I should be prioritizing better but I just--"

"No, no, it's... I'm not gonna say it's fine, because I'm still upset, but I'll be... kinder than before, I guess."

"Thank you, baby." Namjoon kissed his forehead and they walked back towards the pool party.

"Ugh, my drink is warm now." Jimin groaned, drinking it anyways.

"Hey, you're back! We need one more for volleyball, Hobi hyung won't play." Jungkook yelled, swimming up to the edge of the pool as they approached. You were in the shade with Yoongi now, talking quietly but happily about something on the colorful pool chairs, Jin was stacked on top of Taehyung's shoulders yelling at the younger man as he pretended to fall, and Hoseok looked like he was trying to get water out of his ears.

"Of course I'm done playing, you nearly drowned me! I'll referee from dry land, thanks." Hoseok said, sitting on the concrete a foot away from the water.

"I'll join." Jimin passed his empty cup into Namjoon's hands and jumped in, splashing everyone nearby and making Jin and Hoseok start whining.

Namjoon sat on a nearby chair, taking in everyone having fun and smiled. Everything was getting better.

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hollyhomburg · 3 years

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Color me pretty

(Bts Little space au)

Summary: When it came to the littles, the caregivers knew there was no better activity than coloring.

Tags: SFW, implied bts x reader, pure fluff, little space, little! kookie, Little! m/c, Caregivers! bts,

W/c: 1.5k

A/n: If you don’t like this kind of content please just skip over it and pay it no mind! this is very sweet and fluffy. this can be read alone, but i did use the characters from my other little space ask au titled ‘the peanut butter to my jelly’ it’s linked at the end of the fic! i wrote this drabble in one sitting!

- On the nights that Koo and the m/c are non-verbal but still feeling energetic enough to need stimulation the caregivers have a special little ritual that they like to do.

- it’s something tucked away, always ready to have on hand when they need it, it never fails to calm an overly excited or sugar high little; the blanket made out of a special material that can be washed after it’s doodled on, painted, and made new.

- On those special days, the caregivers bring around all their ‘messy blankets’ the fort making supplies that no one minds if they get ruined, if koo gets his apple sauce on it or if a sippie mistakenly gets it’s lid taken off. they make a nest in the living room with markers and crayons and they’re allowed to get the blanket as colorful as possible.

- The blanket is magic in the littles eyes! filled with simple flowers that they can color in as many times as they want! All the laundry fairy (Taehyung) has to do is pop the blanket in the washer and voila! it’s all ready for more coloring! no more marker marks.

- I just picture her and Koo stretched out on it with half of their stuffed animals for “moral support” while cartoons play in the background coloring to their hearts content. Koo gets a little younger in his headspace sometimes than the m/c though they’re pretty equal in general.

- Eventually koo just gets so small that he forgoes coloring all together, instead busying himself with sucking on the end of a marker. while the m/c just giggles with her tongue hanging out, swinging her feet, the picture of adorable concentration as she struggles to keep her pink marker inside the lines.

- Occasionally one of the caregivers will come in to check on them. And they’d come pet over their heads and koo and the m/c just excitedly gesture to the mess they’ve made! their brains too cottony to make many words other than “flower! made’ pink!!!” koo in his little sing song voice going “flower flower flower~”

- And whichever caregiver who is on “baby duty” will praise them, today it’s yoongi who takes a second to sit, each of the littles tucked under an arm. yoongi leaning in close and tracing his finger along their pretty lines. “you guys got so far today! almost all of them are filled!” he loves how puffed up both of your chests get at the praise.

- He can almost tell how far down they were when they first started coloring. on the outside border the flowers are carefully patterned, but the ones just under where you where sitting are full of wilds scribbles. Yoongi reminds himself to take a picture before they wash it, wanting to save a memory of today.

- “Oh did you make this for us little ones? I bet Joonie’s going to love it you know how much he loves nature! and you even gave each of them little stems.”

- And of course, eventually they find the m/c and koo are asleep in their little puddle of markers. Maybe the m/c has a little bit of purple splotch on her cheek. After they wake them up to put them to bed she whines softly when they clean it off her cheek “oh you poor fussy baby, don’t worry it will only take a second” her cute pout demanding a kiss for every rub.

- Eventually she presses into bed and koo kisses the faintly red spot on her face. his kiss a little wet and open mouthed but so innocent it makes the caregivers bookending them on either side coo. it’s as much of a sorry as koo can articulate right now. his mind feels like marshmellows and stuffed animals, like a too squeezed juice pouch and an empty packet of fruit snacks. totally devoid of big scary thoughts.

- The caregivers are glad they made the decision to throw out all and every permanent marker in the house after the last little incident when Koo decided that people were a viable canvas. I think their whole house would be full of little doodles from the two littles. When they get big they always blush and say that they don’t need to pin them to every available surface. But the caregivers just shush them because they honestly love their drawings.

-To the caregivers, their collection of drawings is a representation of the love they have for their two youngest. A mark of a healthy relationship- that they can give love in a way that matters to the two of them. Maybe jimin gets a tattoo of one of their flowers, a little purple one for koo and a pink one for the m/c on his hip at once point.

- Maybe one day the m/c has what they affectionately call a ‘tiny day’ where she’s small and can’t seem to snap out of it. she tries valiantly, but after that catch her pouting down at her coffee and staring wistfully at her stuffy on the bed they tell her it’s okay. she can be small today and they’ll handle all of the big thoughts.

- Of course they can’t stay home because they have a track due soon, and alas they are adults, so certain things have to be accounted for. There have been many times that the m/c has had to pretend to be at least a little big in public, luckily for the caregivers their littles are always remarkably well behaved.

- They treat it as a game, today, bunny is a secret agent and cannot be discovered by anyone, sent to protect the princess. Nothing can happen to her as long as bunny’s there. But no one can see bunny- or else his powers are nullified. It does the trick. They love to see her nodd seriously when Tae weaves the story for her. it makes their heart hurt when they catch her talking to the bunny. “i gots you.” it makes it so hard to seperate from her for the day.

- Seokjin packs up a day bag and gets her in the comfiest clothes possible and she spends the whole day quietly coloring in the corner of Joonie’s studio with her favorite bunny stuffie in her lap. She’s always careful to tuck him under her blanket and hide him whenever someone comes knocking, pretending to tap away on Namjoon’s tablet, but luckily no one pays her much mind, used to her presence.

- When the noise and the stimulation gets too much for her namjoon puts her in a pair of noise canceling headphones that play soft nature sounds and pretty soon when he turns around to check on her he finds she’s nodded off in his couch. And he gets up to fix the blanket around her before he goes back to work for a few more hours.

- She’s still asleep when the others finish up and decide to pry joonie away from work (a feat in itself) and when the others softly knock at the door she gets up, all bleary-eyed and honestly half-asleep rubbing at her eyes with a closed fist. almost tripping in happiness when she sees jungkook. hitting into his chest with a little ooof, almost tripping to get out of her blanket. So excited to see him- her favorite playmate “Koo play now!? koo get tiny!!!??”

- Already the stress is weighing on Jungkook’s shoulders, his eyes getting all misty when he sees her bunny and the blanket and just wants to regress so bad. He starts to help her clean up the day bag but seokjin and Namjoon ease him away from it.

- “You’ve got to watch her for us Kookie, can you do that? can you be a good boy?” by now they know how to softly nudge Jungkook into his headspace and it does the trick, lets him have a task before he can truly let go. they end up giggling softly with their foreheads pressed up against each other, telling stupid little jokes that are no doubt from jin and playing with each others hands.

- On the ride Home, they both hold onto one of bunnies ears in the backseat of their car. Their heads loling by the time they pull into their safe underground parking garage ready for some snuggles and probably a nice relaxing bath for kookie because he hates feeling sweaty from practice when he’s little. He Just wants to sit and play with some bubbles and bath toys while someone runs shampoo through his hair, the soft-smelling kind that's meant for babies.

- Inevitably Koo always looks up from his bubble bath and points at himself and says “baby?” Hobi nods sagely while smoothing his hair into a goofy mohawk, “baby” he agrees.

- But that’s not exactly true- the better term would be ‘their babies’

~Fin~

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bts-storys · 3 years

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A bad mix of sweets

Author: bts-storys

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Rating: mature content, 18+

Genre: Strangers to lovers/ Fairground AU / Smut / slight Angst

Word Count: 4,941

Summary: You work at a fairground selling crêpes, minding your own business, sometimes judging a customer in your head. When all of the sudden someone has an order you just can’t stay quiet about.

Warnings: oral (female receiving), fingering, dirty talk, graphic description of sex, penetration

A/N: This piece is my first smut. Ever. I really hope you like it :)

The sweet scent of melted chocolate caught your nose.

Easily, one of the best smells imaginable. Except it was probably the 200th time today and at this point you would much rather smell some freshmen’s dirty underwear.

“Y/N, can you get me another bowl of dough from the fridge?”, Miriam asked, cutting you from having more weird thoughts about unwashed boxers.

You put it down on her table and turned around to meet the next customer in line. “Hi, what can I get you?”

While listening to the little girls’ order – once again something screaming ‘caries’ on another level – you thought about your job and if the money was really worth hating on chocolate. To be fair, working at a crêperie wasn’t all bad. Most customers were extremely nice and your payment was definitely higher than average. Plus, you didn’t need to wash your hair five times to get rid of all the frying fat, like Fynn who sold French fries at the other end of the fairground.

Still, at some point you started losing your sweet tooth which was sadly one of the reasons you even wanted to work as a crêpe maker. The fairground had always been one of your favorite places in the city, one of the reasons being the fantastic smell in every corner. You handed the little girl her chocolate-marshmellow sugarbomb and put your eyes on the next person waiting in line.

It was a tall guy. He looked like he was your age or maybe a bit older and he was almost ridiculously handsome. His dark hair went over his ears, hiding the top part of his silver earrings underneath it. He was wearing a white tee combined with black leather pants and he looked like one of those guys who could get anything they asked for. Still, he wouldn’t meet your eyes as if something made him feel very uneasy. When you asked for his order, he scratched the back of his head, before finally looking up to you. You felt your heartbeat increase, right before he started talking.

“Could you make me a crêpe with everything, please.”

“A… What?”, was all you could get out, taken aback by his request.

“Just… You know, with everything”, he repeated.

“You’re saying you want me to make you a crêpe containing chocolate, strawberries, banana, marshmellows, sugar, vanillasauce, cream cheese, ham and salmon?!”

With every ingredient you mentioned, he looked even more like he was in pain.

“Listen”, he began. “I uh- I might have lost a bet saying I could throw 40 baskets in a minute on one of those hellish Basketball machines…”

You cut him off by bursting into laughter. When you saw Miriams irritated gaze from the corner of your eye, you quickly tried to stop and catch your breath again.

“I’m so sorry”, you giggled. “But I think you just made my day. I’ll get started right away.”

He did look slightly offended by your outburst, but offered you a smile when you started making the crêpe. It made him look a lot younger and to be honest pretty cute. You felt your cheeks rose from that realization.

“May I ask how many baskets you managed to throw?”

The question coming from your mouth surprised you. You wouldn’t consider yourself shy, but normally you tried not to talk to the customers too much while preparing their food.

The guy groaned with frustration. “16.”

“Wow, that is actually impressive!”

You meant what you said. Everybody around here knew, that Leo always got the bounciest balls for his basket game. You smiled encouragingly while handing him the crêpe if one could still call it that. He paid and took it from you while scrunching his nose in disgust. Before he left, his gaze locked with yours one more time.

“Thanks, for trying to cheer me up.”

You failed to smile back at him as you felt something hot bubbling in your belly while looking into his dark eyes. Luckily, he turned around right then and didn’t catch you staring after him. You saw him approach a group of boys who crackled with laughter on his arrival. One of them playfully smacked his back while they headed in another direction.

“Well that was strange”, Miriam said, snapping you right out of your trance.

“Do you mind if I head home, Y/N?”

“No, it’s fine, the last two hours aren’t too busy, I can manage them alone.” You gave her a smile, turning to the next customer. But in the back of your head, you were still thinking about the cute guys smile for the rest of your shift.

“He ordered WHAT?”

You sat on your bestfriend’s bed the next day, trying not to laugh at her horrified expression.

“It’s not that weird!”, you tried defending the poor boy. “He lost a bet you know? Also, didn’t you tell me about that one guy the other day who bought like 20 different bath bombs to try them all together?”

“Actually, he bought them from my co-worker. She says his name is Jin and he wanted to see what color they would produce! Crêpe-Boy was just trying to get a higher bill at the dentist as it seems.”

At that you just laughed. You and June had met through some college courses and quickly decided to move in together, while bonding over some secret comfort Ben&Jerrys in the library during the week of finals. It was just like her to defend some strange guy from her job at the Lush store.

“At least tell me he was handsome enough to pull it off”, she sighed while bringing her hand over her eyes in a dramatic gesture. Under her palm you could still see her eyes sparkle.

You looked away. “It wasn’t like that.”

“So, he was handsome!”, she grinned, knowing she got you right where she wanted.

“Stop acting and let’s start with the presentation already. You know we’re due to tomorrow”, you laughed while she fake-pouted your way but reached for her notes nonetheless. “I don’t even think I will see him again.”

Your head was caught up with loads of university stuff for the next day, so you didn’t have the chance to think about the crêpe-guy until your next shift on Friday. You were busy cleaning some shelves when you heard a voice behind you.

“Hi.”

You turned around quickly, only to find yourself staring into dark brown eyes. Today he wore a black turtleneck, fitting almost too perfectly to his upper body and his hair looked freshly washed. Startled you tried to brush away some loose strands from your face.

“Hi! What can I get you? Or are you here to sue us for selling you this crappy thing on Wednesday?”, you asked jokingly.

He gave you a little laugh. “Actually, I came here to buy another one.”

You froze and stared at him. He noticed your expression and quickly lifted both of his hand in front of his chest. “Oh! No- No! I mean I want to buy another crêpe. Maybe only chocolate this time?” He smiled sheepishly.

You laughed with relieve. “Thank god, here I was thinking I had to put you on my weird people list.”

“Your what?”, he asked, while you started making the Crêpe. “Who exactly is on that list?”

“Well”, you counted on your fingertips. “Barb, the fortune-teller, for trying to convince me that I would lose my right foot the other day, the mailman because I once caught him licking one of my letters, my great uncle Jim for collecting dozens of different pickle jars…”

“Okay, okay!”, he interrupted you with laughter. “I get it, I don’t want to end up on that list. Even though I wonder what color that bathtub had at the end.”

His response made you giggle and you felt your face heat up again when he met your eyes. Quickly you looked down, handing him his order. When he gave you the money, your hands touched for a split second.

“Well uh- see you next time!”, you told him, hating yourself for not coming up with a better goodbye. He walked away and you wished you had asked for his name.

The following weekend you visited your family but often had your mind wandering off to a certain black-haired boy. The last time you dated anyone was even before you started college and it was thrilling to think about someone that way again. On Monday you woke up from the buzzing of your phone.

June: Are you excited for todayyy? [9:25 AM]

Y/N: Please enlighten me. What would I be excited about? [9:29 AM]

June: HAHAHA [9:34 AM]

June: You can’t play me girl! I know you’re hoping to see crêpe-Guy again [9:34 AM]

Y/N: I never said that! I don’t even know his name! [9:36 AM]

Y/N: Also, where are you right now? [9:36 AM]

June: Stop trying to distract me y/n. You know I’m right [9:38 AM]

Y/N: Are you having breakfast without me? [9:39 AM]

Y/N: You know I can see that you left me on read! [9:59 AM]

A little part of you knew that she was right. But that part was a bit dreamy in general, so you tried your best ignoring it for the rest of the day. By the time Miriam went home, leaving you alone for the last hours, every last one of your secret hopes had disappeared.

He hadn’t shown up.

Instead you found yourself hiding behind the counter for the second time since your shift began, trying to avoid fortune-teller Barb. Who knew if it wasn’t the day your left foot would get a bad forecast. At least the shift was almost over. You kneeled on the floor, counting to 100 when you heard a familiar voice.

“Hello? Anyone there?”

You closed your eyes. Of fucking course it would be bad luck to hide from someone who could see the future. Your options were limited. You could just wait until Crêpe-Guy disappeared again, missing yet another chance on talking to him or… You stood up.

“Yeah, I’m uh- here.” You gave him an apologizing smile. He was clearly confused by your sudden appearance. “I’m sorry, this looks pretty ridiculous right? To be honest I was kinda… hiding? You know I really like my feet and I want to keep them and also I think she looks just really creepy sometimes so I didn’t want her to see me…” You stopped mid sentence. “Sorry, now I’m just talking too much, what can I get you?”

You could see a spark of irritation in his eyes but he still proceeded telling you his order.

“I’m Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook”, he suddenly blurted out. You stopped in your motions just fast enough to see him wince uncomfortably.

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N”, you smiled and went on with his crêpe.

“So, Y/N.” You really liked the way he said your name. Soft and with some sort of special emphasis. “Where is your co-worker? Without wanting to end up on your creepy people list, why are you alone all of the sudden?” You could see in his eyes that he was really interested, mixed with something else you couldn’t quite make out.

“That is exactly the kind of question some creep would ask”, you laughed. “But to give you an answer, Miriam always leaves two hours ahead of me so she can get to her yoga class. I’ll manage the remaining time alone and when the fairground closes in a few minutes, I’ll head home as well. There you go.”

You handed Jungkook the warm Crêpe, taking his money instead.

“You’re going home all alone? In the dark?”, he asked startled.

“I don’t live that far”, you smiled at him. “Just right next to the university.”

“Still. You shouldn’t have to go alone. I could walk you. I mean- If you want me to.” His offer got you by surprise. And apparently, Jungkook took your silence as a no.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to push you into anything, you don’t even have to answer me, I-“

“Jungkook”, you interrupted him. “Wait for me to shut the booth?”

He nodded and started relaxing again, patiently eating his crêpe while you cleaned and finally locked the door behind you. Looking at Jungkook from your elevated place behind the counter was something completely different from looking at him on even grounds. Suddenly he was right there next to you and you tried your best to ignore the fluttering in your stomach.

His black Hoodie let you imagine what his muscular arms would look like without it and when you glanced at him from below, you noticed how defined his jawline was. Suddenly you felt the urge to touch his face and the soft strands of his hair surrounding it.

On the way back to your apartment the two of you talked about your courses at college and Jungkook being a freelance photographer which you found really impressive. He wished you a good night at the door of your building and you felt excitement rushing through you at the sight of him disappearing into the darkness.

On Tuesday, even some of your professors commented on you being weirdly fidgety. Of course, only June would connect the dots between your behavior and ‘this Jungkook guy’. Your nervousness had it’s peak on your Wednesday shift. At some point you even lightly burned your hand with the pan and Miriam almost send you home asking if you didn’t feel well. You managed to brush her concerns aside and exactly 15 minutes before closing time, Jungkook showed up in front of the booth.

“Hey there!”, you chimed, trying to hide your obvious excitement.

“Hi”, he smiled at you. “I was just on my way home and I thought I could walk you again? You know, because you shouldn’t walk all on your own.”

You chuckled lightly and started a conversation about a movie both of you liked while you cleaned the surfaces.

Walking next to Jungkook felt nice. You didn’t touch but you were almost shoulder to shoulder and his soothing voice mixed with the noises of the city.

“What kind of pictures do you like taking the most?”, you asked him curiously.

“I love portraits. When you see every element of a person’s face. Every scar has a story, every wrinkle means something. You can really see a person through their picture. I also like landscapes though, I’m sorry if that sounds boring”, he finished as if he didn’t want to annoy you.

“It doesn’t. I would love to hear more about your art.” You smiled at him, stopping right in front of your door.

When you grabbed your purse to get the key, you hissed with pain.

“What’s wrong?” He sounded alarmed.

“Nothing”, you tried to play it down. “I just burned myself earlier, it’s okay, really.”

“Show it to me”, Jungkook demanded, grasping your hand carefully.

His soft skin felt warm under your palm and suddenly you noticed how close he was to you. When you looked up, you met his gaze and the butterflies in your stomach started moving again. You took a step closer, bringing your other hand to his face and he leaned into the touch. His cologne smelled like leather mixed with something really sweet you couldn’t name and it made your head spin with intoxication.

His eyes trailed all over your face, stopping at your lips and then finally he caught them with his own. The kiss was soft until you sighed into it, giving him full access to your mouth. His tongue ignited a firework inside of you and he tasted sweet and hot at the same time. It was like nothing you ever tasted before. You put your hands in his hair and he pulled you closer by your hips, leaving burning marks where his fingers touched you. When he pulled away, both of you were panting hard and he took a step back to catch his breath.

“Do you believe me now?”, you asked.

“Huh?”

“The burning really isn’t that bad, right?”

Jungkook could only nod, which made you chuckle. “Goodnight, Jungkookie”, you said sweetly while opening the door.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

When you told June about the kiss, she wouldn’t stop screaming into her pillow, telling you how happy she was for you and how she had told you to stay away from frat boys, for good!

Friday arrived and you worked next to Miriam when she suddenly pulled at your sleeve.

“Isn’t that the guy who bought a crêpe containing everything on the menu the other day?”, she asked.

You looked in the direction she pointed and your upcoming smile fell from your face. She was right. On the other side of the street you saw Jungkook in his black hoodie. From where you were standing you could see how his hair reflected in the sun. He wore those leather pants again which made his muscular legs look gorgeous even from further away. You noticed all of those features but could only focus on the person standing right beside him.

She had long black hair and even though she looked some kind of weird from behind, you could make out her blue skirt and her red pumps. Just when you thought it couldn’t get worse, Jungkook laughed and took the girls hand, pulling her with him. You tried to understand what was going on. Jungkook had told you he had an older brother and no cousins. Who was that girl he held hands and seemed so familiar with?

“Y/N?”, Miriam asked and you heard the concern in her voice. “Are you oka-“

“I have to go, I’m sorry Miri!”, was all you could get out before you practically ran out of the booth so she wouldn’t see you cry.

You couldn’t remember how you got home, only how June found you later that day, buried between your pillows. After making sure you were not physically hurt, she hugged you until you told her everything.

“What an asshole!”, she exclaimed after listening to you. “So that guy really has a girlfriend?! I wish I could make his manly parts disappear! I would even pay fortune-teller Barb to jinx him! I’m so sorry girl!”

You snorted at her remark, making you feel the tiniest bit better. After speaking to June, you called in sick at your work for the next week. You tried convincing yourself you didn’t even knew him that well, but having your heart broken after a long time of not giving it to someone felt just shitty. You tried to distract yourself from the thoughts by studying harder but you still felt like crying most of the time.

It was only now that you realized how much you had actually liked Jungkook despite knowing him for a few weeks top. The kiss you two had shared felt so special to you, well at least now you knew it hadn’t meant the same to him. He was after all just a good-looking guy like all the others. After a few days you started to get really angry with him for leading you on like that. He had walked you home, he did kiss you back, where was his problem? When June left on Sunday to visit her family for a few days you were fuming. It was also the day before you had to go back to work again.

“You go tell him, girl!”, June told you when she hugged you goodbye.

On Monday, everything seemed normal. Miriam asked you if you felt better and, after hearing your answer, started chatting about a new yoga studio right around the corner. The time flew while you sold all kinds of crêpes and when your co-worker was gone, you just hoped for Jungkook not to show up. It seemed like your wish would be fulfilled because he was neither there when you locked the door nor when you started walking to your apartment. You almost sighed in relieve before you saw a tall figure right in front of your door. When you approached the building, he called out your name.

“Jungkook”, you said quietly. “What do you want?”

“What do you mean?”, he asked with confusion. “Are you okay? Why were you gone the whole week? Did anything happen?”

“None of your concern. Would you let me get inside please?” You tried pushing past him but he wouldn’t move.

“I don’t understand! What’s wrong?” Now he looked just really frustrated which provoked your anger.

“I saw you, Jungkook!” You blurted out, unable to hold it any longer.

He blinked. “You… saw me? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I saw you at the fairground with your girlfriend!” Finally throwing the information into his face made you feel a lot better.

“But Y/N I don’t have a girlfriend! Why would I lie to you about that?” He pushed a hand through his hair, getting more irritated by the second.

You laughed into his face but it wasn’t a nice feeling. “I’m not stupid. Last Friday I saw you with that black-haired girl, you were even holding hands! And I was foolish enough to think you would ever be interested in someone like me!”

After your last sentence he looked at you with his big, brown eyes. “First off Y/N, I don’t know what you’re saying. You’re fucking gorgeous! I still don’t know how I got the courage to even start talking to you!” He looked into your eyes. “Can we please go inside and talk about everything? You must be wrong, I wasn’t with any girl last Friday I was-“ He stopped talking.

You could see on his face when the realization hit him. You cocked an eyebrow. “Finally remembered your girlfriend, Jungkook?”

He looked at you like he saw you for the first time ever. “Y/N, I am so sorry. I never thought about you seeing that but you have to believe me I don’t have a girlfriend. It wasn’t even a girl I was with on Friday. Do you remember that I had to buy that first crêpe because of a lost bet?”

You nodded, still being suspicious. “Well, in my group of friends we bet each other a lot and when Min Yoongi lost his bet last week, he had to dress up as a girl and ride the ghost train at the fairground. That’s who you saw me with! If you don’t believe me, I even have a picture.”

He pulled his phone from his backpocket, showing you a picture of a guy who was clearly not amused by being photographed. He was wearing a black wig as well as the blue skirt and red pumps you saw the other day. If the situation hadn’t been so tense, you would’ve laughed at how ridiculous he looked.

Jungkook offered you a smile. “I’m really sorry Y/N. If I had known how you got it all wrong, I would have come here a lot sooner.”

“No”, you said. “I’m the one who has to apologize. I’m really sorry I made assumptions about you without even asking. I’m sorry I just cut you off. It’s just that I really like you and seeing you with another girl- it hurt, you know?”

His smile widened at your words. “You like me?”

“I do, dumbass”, you flicked him off with you hand, not trying to hide your own smile anymore.

“Good. Because I like you too.” His confession made your cheeks heat up.

You lowered your gaze so he wouldn’t see the redness of your face but Jungkook made one step and grabbed your chin forcing you to look up again.

“Don’t be ashamed Y/N. You’re beautiful.” His thumb went over your bottom lip in a caressing gesture. “I really want to kiss you right now”, he murmured.

“Do it then.”

His lips felt soft against your own and his hand moved to your neck tilting your head slightly to get better access to your mouth. You brushed his hot tongue with yours grabbing the fabric of his top to pull him closer. He wore that damn turtleneck again. Jungkook walked you back until you hit the wall of the building and when he pushed against your body you could feel the hardness in his pants. You brought one hand down to his crotch stroking the front of it and he moaned against your lips. The sound was addicting. In return, Jungkook started pinching your left nipple through your shirt. Arousal built up between your legs. You stopped the kiss, meeting his dark gaze with yours.

“I think you’re right”, you panted. “We should go upstairs and ‘talk’ about everything.”

He smirked, seeing you fumble with your keys, letting you pull him inside the house and into your apartment. Both of you kicked your shoes off and then he was all over you again. His mouth was on your neck, sucking and nipping the soft skin until you were a whining mess in his arms. After pulling your shirt and bralette off, he stared at your bare chest in awe. Diving down he started sucking your nipple having you close your eyes, moaning from his touch.

“You’re so responsive, baby.” The new nickname sent shivers through your whole body.

“Jungkook please, bedroom”, you moaned, showing him to your room where he laid you on your bed. He started kissing you again feverishly, taking everything, you had to offer.

“Tell me baby. What do you want me to do?”, he asked as he broke the kiss.

“I don’t care, just do something, I need you Jungkook!”, you whined.

“Fuck, you’re so hot. Take you pants off for me baby.”

You did as he told you to, exposing yourself in front of him. You felt a new wave of heat rushing through your core at the thought of being completely naked while he was still fully dressed. Jungkook put two fingers in front of your face. “Suck.”

You did your best, licking them with your tongue, bobbing your head making him imagine your lips around his cock instead. “God”, he groaned, pulling his fingers from your mouth. “I will make you feel so good baby, I promise. Spread your legs for me.”

The next thing you felt was a single digit stretching you out and you moaned at the feeling of Jungkook pushing deeper. He curled his finger professionally leaving no imagination to where this would end. While he held you in place with one hand, the other one was working towards your relieve.

“You’re so wet baby, do you think you can take another one?”

“Yes, please”, you told him before crying out at the stretch of two fingers inside of you. He started pushing them in and out scissoring you from the inside and when you felt his tongue circling your clit you knew it was over.

“Ah, I’m coming, Jungkook!”, you let out a high-pitched moan as he worked you through your orgasm.

“That was so hot, you look fucking gorgeous when you come”, he told you, looking at his wet fingers. “I need to be inside of you right now. Please?”

You hummed in approval, already feeling empty without him. Somewhere distant you could hear him tear his clothes off and rip open a condom. The next moment he was beside you again, rolling you over on your side and positioning himself behind you.

“Are you ready baby?”

“Fuck me, Jungkook.”

The second those words left your mouth, you could feel his tip at your entrance. He pushed himself further inside, still going slow to let you adjust to his size, before he started pumping in and out of you in a steady rhythm. Now that you could feel how big he was, you were relieved he took his time preparing you before.

“Your sweet little cunt feels so tight around me, fuck!”

You cried out at his words and the feeling of his cock entering you from behind. He shattered kisses down your neck and your shoulders, still pushing deep inside of you. His large hands were holding you in place, sometimes teasing your buds to tear a whimper from you. Heat started to build up again inside of your stomach and Jungkook noticed your moans turning higher. He started speeding up bringing one hand to your front where he began rubbing circles to your sensitive point. With every thrust he would hit a certain spot inside of you, making you see stars.

“Ahh, right there!”

“That’s it, baby. Come for me.” His cock and his hand made you trip over the edge, moaning uncontrollably into your pillow. White light exploded in front of your eyes as the pleasure hit you. Only a second later Jungkook groaned, spilling himself into the condom.

He gave you a few last pushes before pulling out and you sighed at the loss of him. You heard him throw the condom into your trashcan before he got back on the bed, pulling you into a hug. It was silent for a long time where both of you just listened to each other’s heartbeat before Jungkook spoke up again.

“Would you go on a date with me Y/N? I meant what I said outside, I really like you.”

You turned and smiled at him shyly. “Me too. I would really like that.”

He playfully nudged your check with his nose. “I’m so glad I lost my bet and had to buy that nasty crêpe. Even though it tasted real shit.”

You furrowed your brows. “Please don’t tell me you really ate that!”, you said, trying not to laugh but failed miserably.

“I did. All of it.”

A/N: Thank you so much for reading until now! TT There’s still much I would like to improve about my writing so stay tuned!

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