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downbad4yoongi · 1 year

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It Was Always You

👑Jimin x OC

👑 Royalty AU

👑 2918 WC

👑 Warnings: Fluff, smut 🔞 (oral f receiving, edging, vaginal sex, orgasm denial)

With a nervous laugh, Seraphina nods, whispering, “Surprise!”

Jimin’s eyes bounce back and forth from her face to where his hands cup the swell of her belly. “Phín, what the hell? How long?”

Wrote this for @mrsparkjimin18 as a part of @bangtanwritershq Picture Perfect Valentine's Day Event.

Seraphina presses her face deeper into the pillow, humming pleasantly as soft, plush lips trail firm kisses down her spine. A weight settles firmly against her lower body as a particularly stinging kiss is pressed into the dip of her lower back pulling a sharp gasp from her lips.

“Are you going to pretend to be asleep for much longer?” Jimin’s breath tickles across her flesh, raising goosebumps in its wake.

Seraphina giggles, settling her cheek onto the pillow, “I don’t know. I had a really, nice dream; I wouldn’t mind going back to it for a bit.”

“Was I in it?”

“Mmm, I don’t think so. There was someone there, but he was tall and incredibly broad–” her words are abruptly cut off with the sharp slap of Jimin’s hand to the firm globe of her asscheek.

“You were saying?”

Seraphina tilts her head to look over her shoulder at Jimin, gently chiding him, “Still as easy to rile up as ever, Captain.”

Jimin rolls his eyes to meet hers from under his lashes, his gaze weighted with dark intentions. “You say that so cavalierly while you are at my mercy.” The moist heat of his breath teases lower, caressing between her legs as he begins spreading them wider.

“Oh, would you look at that? It seems I don’t have the time to lay around and need to start getting ready for the day,” the words rush from her lips as she attempts to shuffle from beneath him.

She doesn’t even make it an inch before his firm grip settles on her hips, pushing her back down on the mattress, his own body shifting to settle between her legs. “Where are you rushing off to? I know your schedule for the day doesn’t start until the afternoon.” She can feel the indentation of each of his fingers as he grips her thighs and spreads her open wider to his gaze.

Seraphina buried her face in her pillow, groaning with the realization that she may have stirred a beast that she wasn’t ready to deal with. With a deep breath, she lifts her head, her mind scrambling for a way to talk herself out of what she knows is going to happen if she doesn’t distract him from his intent. “That is correct, but wouldn’t you want to spend that time attending to other aspects of your role since you don’t have to stand guard over me?” she asks in a rush.

The nearness of his dark chuckle radiates through her body, “You would like that, wouldn’t you? Fortunately, I’m very capable of delegating which allows me the free time to teach you a well-deserved lesson.” The words have barely finished leaving his mouth before he is pressing his lips to her center.

“Shiiiiit!” she exhales as her upper body falls back to the bed. He caresses every part of her outer lips before using his fingers to spread her open and repeat it again over her inner labia. Finishing with a sharp flick of his tongue directly against the tight bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. She can’t stop the sudden jerking of her hips at the jolt of pleasure, pushing her hips back silently begging for more.

She can feel the spread of his smile against her as he repeats the motion several more times before delving his tongue deep inside her. Seraphina buries her face back into her pillow moaning loudly as he yanks her back onto his mouth and devours her with luxurious licks and stinging nips to her pussy. In no time at all, she has coated his mouth and jaw with her slick and is on the precipice of falling into that blissful oblivion when he pulls back. Jimin’s mouth shifts from her pulsing center to trail open-mouth kisses along the inside of her left thigh.

Seraphina snaps her head up, arching to look back at him in bewilderment. As soon as her eyes land on his, she groans and collapses back onto her pillow, realizing his dark intent. Jimin was in his petty mode and was going to torture her by bringing her to the edge again and again but never satisfying the need he was creating.

The muted pounding of her fists against the bed has Jimin laughing but doesn’t keep him from diving back in the moment the signs of her approaching orgasm fade completely. Seraphina’s knuckles are pale and her hands are aching from her grip on the bed linens as he brings her to the edge two more times but leaves her panting and desperate.

Every muscle within her is aching with tension as tendrils of pleasure fade away for the third time and leave her a whimpering mess on the damp sheets. She is so wrung out she can’t bring herself to react to the slow glide of Jimin’s tongue reversing course up her spine as he settles his weight on top of her. His lips wrap around her lobe and suck gently.

“Baby, you still with me?” he asks softly, his hand gently stroking her arm as Seraphina struggles to regulate her breathing.

Moments pass before Seraphina is able to crack her eyes open, unleashing the wetness that was being held at bay. Tears track down her cheeks and nose as she weakly pushes her hips back against the heated weight of Jimin’s cock nestled against her ass in silent supplication for more. Jimin presses his forehead to her temple and lifts her hips for a better angle, and between one breath and the next is slipping inside her swollen walls dragging moans out of them both.

“Fuck,” he breathes heavily into her hair as the thick glide of his cock inside her ends with his hips pressed tightly against her ass. Despite the exhaustion radiating through her, Seraphina shifts pushing her hips back in a muted bid for more. Jimin is beyond his teasing mood and readily gives in to her plea. His fingers settle on her hips and he begins a deep, firm rhythm rocking into her depths. Each plunge of his thick cock has Seraphina moaning as she clenches tightly around him, her aching walls desperate to reach their release.

The steady sound of Jimin’s hips slapping against her ass echoes around them with the accompaniment of his groans and her moans. The tempo subtly crescendos as Jimin works them closer to a climax they both are desperate for. Suddenly, Seraphina is tensing underneath him as her walls clamp tightly before every muscle in her is spasming as she succumbs to waves of pleasure.

Jimin follows after her momentarily, his body unable to resist the tight, warm clasping of her walls. His hips stutter a few more times before burying his cock in her depths, coating her insides with warmth. The strength of his arms drains from him, collapsing his body on top of hers; they rest there, heavily breathing, interspersed with gasps as aftershocks rack them.

“Your Majesty?... Your Majesty!”

Seraphina’s attention snaps back to the present, her gaze focusing on the townsperson sitting across from her. From the look he is giving her, this is not the first time he has tried to capture her attention. She glances over at Dahyun, and her assistant gives a slight nod, confirming that she had let her mind wander a bit too far.

“Apologies. I had let my mind wander and started thinking about a few meetings I have later in the day. If it wouldn’t be too much trouble, can you tell me what you were saying again?” Seraphina works just the right amount of contrition into her tone and that paired with the heat flushing her cheeks at being caught daydreaming seems to go over well and the shopkeeper launches into his story again.

This time she listens despite holding back the slight wince from her low-grade headache that started this morning and has refused to ebb. The pitch of the man’s voice is causing her head to throb even more and she is not sure she can hide it for much longer. Not to mention, she can now feel her stomach rolling with queasiness. Her eyes flit to the ornate wall clock behind her current visitor and she holds back a sigh noting that there is still another hour of Tea with the Queen.

The monthly event typically is refreshing and provides insight into what is happening in her subjects’ lives and matters of importance to them. At this current moment though, she isn’t sure she can take even another minute of pretending to care about the trivial matters the people tend to bring forward. Sensing movement in the periphery, Seraphina watches her assistant, Dahyun, approach the small seating area that was staged for the session. The relief that washes through her is immediate and easily brings a genuine smile to her face, her first one all morning.

Dahyun politely informs them both that it is time for the next subject and steps aside, body angled toward the door behind Seraphina to guide the local shop owner out. He stands and bows deeply to her and hurries out through the door.

Seraphina slumps back in the stiff chair and slips her eyes closed, determined to enjoy the brief respite. Her new posture has ballooned out the deep purple peplum blouse she chose to wear today to continue hiding her swelling abdomen. It was the perfect top to continue the ruse that all was normal still; the fabric hugged her upper arms and chest but gently billowed out just enough to hide her baby bump while not drawing unwanted attention due to a sudden change in her wardrobe. She makes a mental note to have the royal tailor get her more of this style in a variety of hues.

She has zoned out so well she failed to notice that she is no longer alone. A gentle clearing of a throat alerts her to a new presence, figuring it must just be Dahyun returning. She pops open one eye and glances up, the snarky quip that she was poised to say catches in her throat. Seraphina pops up from her seat in shock, her hands reaching for the face she had been missing for weeks.

“Jimin! What are you doing back?” Her hands grip his shoulders, unable to remain aloof in front of prying eyes as she processes his surprise appearance. “You aren’t due back for another month.”

Jimin’s vigilant eyes flick to the palace staff loitering around the room and he gently takes Seraphina’s hands from his shoulders. He bows deeply over them, pressing his lips to the knuckles of one. “Good morning, Your Majesty. I felt my presence was no longer required on that scouting mission. I have left my best men in charge for the remainder of the excursion.”

Seraphina quickly catches the formality of Jimin’s tone and stiffens. His unexpected arrival made her forget all decorum and she is thankful at least one of them remained mindful. “Of course. I trust your judgment, Captain. I look forward to more details about what has been gathered thus far.”

Jimin nods his head slightly. “I’ll connect with Dahyun and have her schedule a time to meet.” He moves to take his leave, but that is the last thing she wants.

“Clear the room.”

A staffer steps forward. “Your Majesty, the Tea Time isn’t finished yet.”

Seraphina levels a weighted stare at her. “It is now. Now let’s not make me repeat myself.”

The color drains from the poor girl’s cheeks as she steps back and shuffles with the rest of the staff from the room. Seraphina watches Jimin suppress the smirk fighting to spread his plush lips, and in turn, has to hide her own. Finally, the last staff member leaves the room, and the door closes with a silent snick of the latch catching.

They both stand there watching each other for a moment; it has been so long since they have had the chance to be alone together, and this feels surreal. Another beat goes by accompanied by a giggle of disbelief before they snap into action and are folding into each other’s arms. His breath brushes the shell of her ear, “I missed you every day.”

“I know it’s only been a few weeks but your absence has felt like it’s been at least a year!” Seraphina nuzzles into his neck as he pulls her closer, her body flush against him. The relief of having him back made her forget not to press so tightly against him; that reminder came to the forefront of her mind as his shoulders stiffened.

His hands travel from holding her back to her waist; the hands that used to be able to easily cup each side are now stretched a bit wider, enough to notice the difference. Jimin’s head lifts as he holds Seraphina away from him and looks down at where the blouse drapes over her obscured abdomen hiding what he can clearly feel is a roundness to an area of Seraphina’s body that was thick, but flat previously.

Seraphina stills as Jimin drags his hand from her side around to the front of her belly. His brow furrows as his fingers gently prod. She observes him anxiously, his hands now resting closer to the front of her torso, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles. He lifts his head, the question plainly expressed in his eyes.

With a nervous laugh, Seraphina nods, whispering, “Surprise!”

Jimin’s eyes bounce back and forth from her face to where his hands cup the swell of her belly. “Phín, what the hell? How long?”

“I’m past the first trimester. I found out a couple of weeks after you left.”

“Why didn’t you summon me back?” Jimin’s expression is a mix of awe and apprehensiveness.

Seraphina gently strokes Jimin’s arm and gestures toward the French-style sofa on the other side of the room. He nods and follows her over to the ornate sitting area. Seraphina sits first, doing her best to mask the anxiety running through her as Jimin settles next to her, his body angled slightly toward her.

“Honestly, I don’t know. Part of me wanted to call for you immediately, but my mind was all over the place. There was so much to figure out and multiple factors to consider, I wasn’t sure what to do for a while. When I came to a decision, I knew you would be back soon enough so I waited.”

Seraphina watches Jimin’s jaw clench as he processes this news. She can’t get a read on how he is feeling like she is normally able to and it’s killing her to wait for his reaction. Her fingers knot together in her lap as she lets her gaze wander around the room giving him time to process this life-altering news.

Her attention is brought back to him when she feels his hand gently cup the swell of her belly. She catches his gaze and the ache in her chest grows as she watches his eyes swim with emotions. His breath shudders out before he finally asks, “What are you going to do?”

“What would you like to do?” she counters.

The corners of his lips twitch wistfully. “I would like many things, Phín, but I’ve long ago let go of such wishful thoughts.”

The ache in her chest grows tenfold urging her to move closer to him, her hand taking hold of his. “Jimin…”

Jimin shakes his head sharply. “Seraphina, I have always known my duty and the role I would play in your life.” He straightens his shoulders and pats her hand. “So Your Majesty, what are you going to do?”

Seraphina sucks in her breath sharply. She knows what he is doing, Jimin is pulling away in preparation for having to let her go. Her curls dance around her shoulders as she shakes her head, moving her hand to cup his cheek. “Well first off, you can stop doing whatever it is you think you’re doing.” Jimin’s mouth opens to protest but she doesn’t give him a chance. “No, Jimin. I know you. You’re trying to pull away because for some reason you think that is for the best. You know what I think is best?”

Jimin shakes his head. “Seraphina, we always knew sneaking around wouldn’t last forever. I’ve always known that at some point, I would need to step aside when you would have to marry someone else of nobility.”

“That’s not going to happen, Jimin. I could never marry someone who doesn’t have my heart. Don’t you see that this is our chance?”

“They still will fight it, Seraphina.”

She scoffs, “They can try, but they won’t deny me the opportunity to marry the father of my child.” She pauses, thumb stroking along the apple of his cheek, “The love of my life.”

Jimin’s eyes widened. They have never exchanged their true feelings before. They have tiptoed around it for years and just let it simmer under the surface. “Really?”

“Jimin, I love you. I always have, I always will.”

Jimin surges forward, hands cupping the back of her neck, “I love you, too, Phín.” His lips crash against hers, sealing the sentiment with a fervent kiss. The silence stretches around them, only broken by the sound of their lips moving together and their hearts racing.

They break apart, breathing heavily. Seraphina presses her forehead to Jimin’s. “It was always you.”

©️ 2023-02-19 downbad4yoongi

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hisunshiine · 10 months

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—college nights, diner fights | jjk

pairing: waiter!jungkook x waitress!reader au/genre: diner au, e2l, angst, smut, fluff rating: M wc: 9,664 warnings: POV switches (obvious, tho) mentions of domestic abuse and alluded infidelity (parents not pairing), JK's mom has terrible boyfriends and his dad is a petty "Disney" dad, Reader's parents are better but not around often, mentions of Jungkook having to protect his mom from the bad boyfriends, mean teachers, enemiesssssss, triggering middle school memories can be brought up upon reading the banter of middle school JK and reader LOL but also not LOL, swearing, vulgar statements, forced proximity, secret mutual pining, a drunken physical altercation/assault at work (mild), mentions of blood, minor cuts/scrapes, kissing, tattoo tracing SMUT warnings: oral (f receiving), praise an: shoutout to my beta readers @colormepurplex2 @downbad4yoongi @mrsparkjimin18 @peachiilovesot7 for helping me get this thing done in time despite me being on vacation and dragging my feet! thank you all so much for the motivation, for brainstorming, and just all around positive feedback! summary: If you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen! You and Jungkook have been enemies for as long as you can remember—elementary school even—and when Seokjin hires him despite knowing this, you have to call a truce during working hours. When an incident at work leads Jungkook, and you, to put things into a different perspective, will the heated diner fights become a passionate college night? Or will it fizzle before it can start?

Bangtanstrology Writing Event hosted by ME of @bangtanwritershq

My Big 3 are: Sun (Member): Gemini- Jungkook, Moon (How They Met): Scorpio- Late Night Diner, Rising (Trope): Libra- Enemies to Lovers

Part 1: Elementary School

Elementary school is supposed to be fun. For you, 11 years old and in the fifth grade, elementary school is perhaps the best time of your life so far. Your dad signed up for career day, and you are excited beyond measure for him to come in and meet with your class to talk about his job.

It’s rare that you get to spend time with your dad, as his job keeps him pretty busy. The fact that he was able to show up today was a miracle in and of itself, but he negotiated presenting first so that he could leave first to get to work.

“Everyone, please welcome our first parent speaker, Mr. Cha.”

Your classmates applaud as your dad steps forward to the podium in the front center of the classroom and you beam from ear to ear. He looks all spiffy—hair styled well, suit pressed, and shoes shined.

“Good morning, boys and girls, I am Mr. Cha, and I am here to speak to you about my career. To be honest, I have two jobs,” he pauses as the kids, including you, look at him in both awe and confusion, “I am the father to that little girl right there,” he points to you and you giggle. “That is a full time job all on its own, but for the other time spent working, I am a plastic surgeon.”

You can’t help the pride you feel from your classmates clapping as your dad shares. He talks about the schooling needed to get to his position, shares study tips for the transition to middle and high school, which—while still some time away—will be good to begin practicing even now.

“You’re so handsome, Mr. Cha! Have you ever had any work done yourself?” one of the students asks during the question time.

“Ah, great question! I have tried some of the treatments that we offer at my clinic, because if I don’t believe in it, why should others have faith in me and the services I offer?” he explains. “I had a colleague of mine fix my deviated nose bridge, which I injured playing basketball in college, and I maintain my skin with various anti-aging treatments as well. It’s important to start taking care of your skin even at this age! Princess, come help me please.” Your dad gestures to you, and you rise from the chair, only a little embarrassed at him using your nickname. “Help me pass these out to your classmates.”

You begin walking around the room, placing the small cardstock printouts on each of your classmates’ desks as your dad continues speaking.

“These are coupons for my office. You can give these to a family member, or if your parents will allow you to come in, we offer a free consultation to check your skin, and a reduced rate for any skin care products or procedures for any of my princess’s classmates and their family.” He wraps up his presentation there, pulling you into him for a side hug as he smiles at your classmates and the other parents waiting in the wings to present. “Thank you for letting me present, I’ve got to run because I have a rhinoplasty scheduled today, and I need to prepare, but I had a lot of fun talking with you all today!” As your dad kisses your forehead, he whispers a quick goodbye as he leaves your classroom. You’ve never felt so proud.

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“Okay, everyone, let’s line up for P.E.,” Ms. Kim directs, and you jump in line with your peers to walk down to the field. Your classroom teacher disappears for his break as Ms. Kim takes over, and thus ensues a battle between your class as you play ‘Capture the Flag’.

“The rules are simple,” Ms. Kim explains, “a ball is placed on each side of the field in that box.” She points at the four cones creating a safe zone with a kickball inside of it. “Once the game begins, players have to cross the midline into ‘enemy’ territory to try and capture the ball and bring it back to their side. The other team has to stop you from stealing the ball by pulling the flags to remove your waistband—no tackling! Understand?”

“Yes, Ms. Kim!”

“Good. If your belt is pulled off, you stand off to the side at the cone here, okay? That’s the jail. To rescue your teammates from jail, you have to high five them. You must return to your side before attempting to go after the ball again. Once a player enters the box, they are safe, but they cannot stay in there forever…”

You tune out Ms. Kim because you already know how to play, and instead busy yourself with wrapping the tan belt around your waist, adjusting the position of the three blue flags hanging from it. The red team moves to their side of the midline, and you stretch your legs idly as you wait for the teacher to blow her whistle.

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Huffing, you pout as you walk to the jail cone, re-attaching the waistband that your classmate pulled off. He’s put you in jail several times now, almost as if he’s targeting only you during the game. It’s getting a little irritating, since Jeon Jungkook is the fastest boy in the fifth grade, but he’s spending all of his time chasing you instead of helping his team win. Even now, he’s guarding the jail so your best friend can’t come to save you again.

“Dang, JK, you pulled her flag again?” Kim Taehyung snickers loudly as he jogs over to where you’re held captive.

“Can’t let the princess get everything, now can we?” he taunts, a sarcastic tone to his words.

Kim Taehyung, unable to whisper to save his life, leans into Jungkook and asks, “Do you think her dad worked on her face? No way she’s that pretty on her own.”

Your feelings are split between irritated and pleased at the backhanded compliment.

“She’s not that pretty, it looks more like her dad messed up her face, ‘cause she’s so ugly,” Jungkook counters, and it’s hard to decipher if his cheeks are red from playing or from talking about your looks.

“But, you said last week that she was—”

Ms. Kim’s whistle blows to end the game, and you miss the end of Taehyung’s statement. Walking away from the two fools, you barely get a foot outside of the jail zone when a sharp tug at your waist stops you in your tracks. You look down and see your belt missing, and hear a soft thud a few moments later as it hits the grass in the opposite direction several yards away.

Taehyung is laughing, his large boxy grin behind his hand as Jungkook smirks at you.

“You lost.”

The two then take off towards where your teacher is collecting the game belts, leaving you to backtrack to get yours.

“What took you so long? Everyone else has already returned to the building. Taking your time to head back to class is not good sportsmanship.”

“But, Jungkook—”

“No excuses. Hurry up and get inside.”

Jogging back to the building, you get another scolding when you reach the classroom, with your teacher telling you that just because your dad is a surgeon and came for Career Day does not mean you get to behave this way. From the corner of your eye, you watch as Jungkook eats up every second of the scolding, seeming to enjoy the way you wilt as it continues. As you walk back to your seat, you don’t see Jungkook stick out his foot, and you trip loudly as the desks and chairs nearest you clatter and clang as you try to regain your footing.

As the boys snicker at your forced clumsiness, you vow to yourself that Jeon Jungkook is the worst person to exist, and you will hate him for as long as you live.

Part 2: Middle School

Jungkook’s had a hard week. Chuseok just ended, and he had to spend it with his dad’s family instead of with his mom this year, per their divorce agreement. He’s partially thankful because it allowed him a moment to rest. His hypervigilance with his mom’s new boyfriend is tiring, and his grades are suffering for it. But Jungkook is tired of these men sniffing around for a piece of the ‘supposed’ alimony his mom receives from his dad, because everyone was aware when the CEO of Jeon Industries divorced his wife and married his secretary. Jungkook begged to switch schools, but his parents refused, despite it being reported on several news outlets for a month in sixth grade.

Eighth grade hasn’t been so bad for him though, no one talks about the divorce anymore, and Jungkook is able to be just Jungkook, known for his athletic abilities and gaming. He was able to guilt his dad into a new gaming computer, since he forgot to take him back to school shopping, and Jungkook is able to help his mom pay the bills each month with the earnings he makes betting on Overwatch.

So when he returns back home, tired of hearing tales and seeing pictures of the trip to Cancun with the new baby that conveniently interrupted the planned shopping trip, to see his bed holding a Nike box with the shoes Jungkook begged his mom to get at the start of the year, he’s elated. He erupts into shouts and whoops of excitement, running to the kitchen to hug his mom.

“Ouch!” she can’t hide the wince as Jungkook pulls back from the embrace.

“I didn’t even squeeze you that tightly, Mom. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, it’s nothing, you know how clumsy I am, I ran into the dining room table the other night—”

Jungkook doesn’t even think as he reaches for the hem of her shirt, barely lifting it to see an ugly burgundy bruise spreading across her abdomen.

“Mom! Did he do this to you?” Jungkook demands, fury building in his body.

“N-no, honey, you know how I c-can be,” she stutters through the lie, but they both know the truth.

“Mom, if he did this because of money, just return the shoes, it’s fine.”

“No. I bought those for you. You deserve them.” His mom is resolute, turning away and adjusting her shirt as she goes back to cooking dinner. “Plus, we broke up. He won’t be back.”

Up in his room, Jungkook readies the shoes for school tomorrow. He has a few nice things, his dad is a CEO after all, but after the divorce, Jungkook chose his mom, and his dad took it personally. His dad didn’t understand, but the choice was clear to Jungkook. His dad had a new wife, but his mom had no one. Jungkook couldn't leave her too. But his dad became spiteful after that, and so Jungkook can’t take most things his dad buys him to his mom’s house, including certain clothes and shoes.

It’s why he’s so upset about his dad missing back-to-school shopping, because those were usually the only things he was allowed to take to his mom’s, but this year he has nothing new. Not until his mom bought him the Nike Dunks he’s been coveting. Jungkook is happy, proud of his mom for choosing him over the newest boyfriend, and lying in bed, he finally feels like maybe his life isn’t so bad. He hears a knock at the door, and his mom’s tired feet shuffling to answer it.

“Please, Jongyeon-ah, I promise, it won’t happen again.”

Jungkook rolls over, grabbing his headphones to drown out the sounds of the pleading, good for nothing, weaseling himself back into his mom’s life.

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“Yo, Jungkook, those dunks are fly!”

Jungkook props his shoes up on the desk next to his in class, showing off the brand-new kicks to Taehyung.

“Yeah, they're limited edition.” Jungkook knows his response is a little douchebag-esque, but he doesn’t care. He’s wanted these shoes for the longest time, and after all of the bullshit he dealt with during Chuseok and now waking up to see that greasy slimeball his mom said she was done with shirtless at the table for breakfast, he just wants to pretend for once that his life is perfect.

“Take your crusty shoes off my desk,” you scoff. Jungkook ignores you for a few seconds, leaving his feet where he has them propped on your desk. He hates that you called his shoes crusty, knowing that they’re not. They don’t even have a speck of dirt on them! He made sure of that upon his arrival, being overly cautious with each step and wiping away any blemish he perceived to be there.

“Awe, is the princess jealous she doesn’t have the limited edition dunks?” Jungkook can’t pinpoint when this rivalry started, he just knows that for as long as he can remember, the two of you have been enemies.

“There’s a reason the supply is limited. It’s because they’re ugly and they stopped making them once they realized someone would have to be an idiot to wear them. You sitting here with them just proves this point.” You push his crossed feet off your desk and he lets you, but Jungkook holds you in his glare.

“One day you’ll stop being a hater, drowning in all that Haterade you’ve been drinking,” Jungkook makes a play on words, and his friends ‘ooooh’ and high five at his middle school burn.

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At lunch, Jungkook precariously steps between the seats to avoid damaging his shoes. His shins are starting to hurt from how he’s walking to avoid creasing his sneakers, but it’s worth the pain to him. He’s successfully avoided getting any food on his shoes from the sloppy eaters, and as he makes the last stretch to the door, a loud yell catches him off guard.

“Watch it!”

Nayeon, one of your lackeys, warns everyone as she’s bumped by you and her red sports drink goes flying. Jungkook is stuck between tables, backpacks cluttering the aisle and Nayeon’s body flailing taking up all of the space. It all happens in seconds—a hip check, a flying drink, and the contents now strewn across the floor and Jungkook’s new sneakers and laces now stained a bright red, dripping across the leather and fabric of his brand new, limited edition Nike Dunks.

“Oh my god, Nayeon, you are so clumsy!”

Jungkook gawps at you, unbelieving, as your annoying voice fills the silence that took over the room only moments before.

“So sorry, Jungkook. Nayeon bumped into me and then she spilled her haterade—I mean Gatorade—all over your new shoes! I hope those weren’t hard to get or anything! I’m sure your CEO daddy can get you a new pair.”

Jungkook storms from the room, seething at your audacity. If you had any idea about his life, would you treat him this way? He wishes you could walk a day in his shoes, maybe you would realize that life outside your perfect, princess bubble is not always sweet, and would think twice before being a bitch to him, but it’s too late for him to change his view of you. You are the devil’s spawn and Jungkook has never hated someone as much as he hates you.

Part 3: High School

Getting into BTS-U should be easy for you, what with your dad being an alumnus, but you don’t want to rely on nepotism. You’ve been working your ass off for good grades all four years of high school, and the final determination of your competency is about to start. Only one student can represent your high school as the Youth of the Year, winning prestige and honor by being granted early admission into any four-year university in the country of their choice without needing CSAT scores.

The last of the trials, the oral interview, is scheduled for today and as you sit outside the room in the creaky, overly hard chair, your heart pounds. Of course, the final two students competing for this merit would be the two students who despise each other the most in the school, making the competition that much more important to you.

You cannot lose to fucking Jeon Jungkook.

“We’re ready for you!”

The chipper voice startles you from your thoughts as you steel yourself to go into the final challenge.

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“Thank you all for your participation in the Youth of the Year program. As you know, the contenders were all very high achieving and will have plenty of options available to you for your future. Do not let not being named deter you from the future awaiting you all. Now, today, we interviewed the two finalists from this wonderful school, and while both were outstanding, one student really opened up and shared a vulnerable side to him that inspired us. He has already begun an incredible journey in his young life, showcasing a will to succeed. Jeon Jungkook, please stand.”

The crowd in the auditorium bursts into applause as you burst into tears. The one good thing about this ceremony is that the finalists do not sit on stage, so in the chaos and celebration, you are able to sneak away to the bathroom. Jeon Jungkook looked so shocked to have been chosen, but you knew that he couldn’t actually be shocked. His mom stood up with him, hugging him with pride, and your parents couldn’t even be bothered to show up for such an important moment.

You tell yourself it’s not a big deal, that you have done well and will most likely have the same options for college as Jungkook does, but being a Youth of the Year finalist is not the same as being the Youth of the Year. What really hurts you the most is that if the roles were switched, Jungkook’s mom would be there to hug him and tell him he did great and fought hard. If you had been chosen, you still would’ve been alone, but at least the loneliness wouldn’t have hurt as much.

The judges who interviewed you must think you don’t need the help, that you have everything you could ever want, so why would they choose the spoiled little rich girl? Why would they choose the girl who eats dinner with the maids, who read bedtime stories to herself growing up, the girl who has everything—everything except a family that loves her more than their careers and supports her unfailingly?

Facing the mirror, you reach for your purse and pull out the small makeup pouch so that you can erase any evidence of the sadness you feel today, brimming with the unshed tears of yesterday, and prepare your battle face to go back out there and be cordial as the runner up. Another battle you’ll face alone.

Part 4: College at BTS-U

“Welcome to Jin’s Diner, have a seat wherever you’d—what the fuck are you doing here?”

The chiming of the door opening caught your ear, so you’d turned to greet the newest customer, except instead of an overly tired trucker or a group of post-clubbing college students, you’re faced with one Jeon Jungkook.

“You kiss your mother with that mouth?” he asks, eyebrow pitched and smirk full of snark.

“No, I kiss your father with this mouth. Now get out.” You go back to wiping down the counters, ignoring the stare of your arch-nemesis as you finish cleaning.

“Now, now, Baby Cakes, let your new coworker into the diner so you can finally get the help you've been asking for.”

You turn to the owner’s son, Kim Seokjin, mouth gaping open in confusion. “Coworker? I thought you read through the notes I made on all of the applicants?”

“Yes, I did, and they were very helpful. He’ll be working nights with you, so show him to the back while I grab a lock for his locker and a uniform.”

“Sir—”

“Now, Cakes.”

Seokjin disappears into the hallway towards his office, and you turn back to Jungkook, who’s standing smugly with his arms crossed watching you.

“Ugh, keep up, small fry.”

Jungkook’s black boots squeak along the freshly mopped floor as he hustles to catch up with you. The doorway behind the counter opens into the kitchen, where the two line cooks, Hoseok and Yoongi, work diligently. Hoseok is sitting next to the recently delivered products with a clipboard in hand as he counts the items, while Yoongi is wiping down his area before the rush begins. You clear your throat loudly to gather their attention.

“We have a new waiter, his name is Jeon Jungkook, but he shall go by Small Fry, I think.” The smile on your face is devilish, and the two men snicker as they take in the newbie rushing in behind you.

“Wait, why am I ‘Small Fry’?” he asks, only a little out of breath from having to round the counter and catch up to you.

“Because everyone who works here gets called a food nickname, helps with the creeps, especially on nights.”

“I’m Suga,” Yoongi greets, “and this here is Hobi-Honey, but we just call him Hobi for short.”

“And I’m Baby Cakes, as you heard bossman say.”

“What’s your real name again, Small Fry?” Yoongi asks, his platinum hair shining in the fluorescent kitchen lights.

“It’s Jungkook,” he answers, emphasizing his name as he glares at you.

“Hmm, Baby Cakes, I think he might be better suited to Cooky…”

“Isn’t that too close to his name?” you argue, hoping to keep Small Fry, but when you see Hobi shake his head, you know you’ve lost.

“Fine, Cooky it is then! Next new hire will be called Small Fry no matter what!” you concede, waving Jungkook to follow you towards the back of the kitchen.

He trails you quietly as you push a swinging wooden door with a circular window in it and lead him into the employee lounge. Seokjin is whistling to himself as you enter, twirling a metal lock around his finger. You look around the room, surprised at how quickly he had everything ready.

“Great, you met Suga and Hobi then?” he asks, nodding at the door you just entered.

“Yes, I figured it would be best to do that first on the way here.”

“So, Jungkook—”

“He’s Cooky,” you interrupt, but Seokjin just shakes your rudeness off.

“—Cooky, this here’s the lounge. The door you just entered is used while you’re on shift for breaks and such. When you arrive for your shift and leave for the night, it should always be through the door behind me.” He gestures to a purple-handled door. “To the left are the employee cubbies, and to the right, we have the laundry station, small kitchenette, and door to the staff bathroom.”

You nod at the TV mounted on the wall next to the swinging door. “The remote always stays on this table,” you tap the main table in the room that seats six, “and we typically keep the TV on ESPN, MTV, or my personal favorite, HGTV.”

“Thank you, Cakes. Now, your Jin’s Diner gear stays here, we’ll wash it for you after each shift you work.” Seokjin points to a stacked washer and dryer in the corner. “Just throw it in the wash after your shift each night. We’ll put it back in your cubby for you once dry.”

Jungkook nods, but he looks a bit overwhelmed from all of the information. You take the lead and sit down first hoping he’ll follow you. You know Seokjin talks fast and moves through the employee information even faster, and despite not liking Jeon Jungkook, you need the help on your shift since Mochi quit to focus on his last semester.

You grab a permanent marker and white label from the center of the table, tossing it across to Jungkook with a little more force than necessary.

“We each have a cubby, with a small locker inside. Use this to write your name and then claim an empty spot, and you can also write your name on the tags of your uniform.”

Seokjin grabs plastic-wrapped clothing articles from the cabinet next to the laundry station and approaches the table, too, tossing down the new clothing.

“Your gear. Shirt, apron, and a ballcap. If you want a visor instead, let me know. Black, khaki, or blue jeans, black non-slip shoes, keep the blingy jewelry at home.”

“Dammit, I was planning to choke him with his chain after the first shift.”

Seokjin levels his gaze at you, and you know you’re pushing your limits with him.

“I’ll have you follow Baby Cakes around to learn the drill for taking orders, but mostly you’ll be bussing tables tonight. I’ll work on the final processing of your paperwork in the meantime. Cakes, come with me while he changes.”

You follow Seokjin out of the lounge and back towards the office. He opens the door and steps back to allow you to enter first, shutting the door behind him as he follows you into the room.

“You need to tone it down. I know you said that you and he have some bad blood, but we need the help and he’s the best applicant we have.”

“It’s deeper than that, Jinnie, he’s literally been tormenting me since elementary school. We work with heavy-duty machinery and cutlery. You might come in one morning to find that one of us has stabbed the other to death.” You push out your bottom lip and give him your best, roundest, watery puppy eyes. “Is that what you really want?”

“What I want is to have a fully staffed evening shift so that my best girl can stop having bags under her eyes and complaining about her feet hurting every shift.” Seokjin smiles teasingly at you. “Plus, you need a good annual review to get a raise, and training new employees looks good to the owner.”

“Your dad is the owner! You can just tell him to give me a raise!”

“I could…but this is so much more fun. Who knows, he’s kinda hot…maybe you find out that the reason he’s picked on you your whole life is because he has a crush on you.”

“That fallacy is just a way for the patriarchy to continue to push abuse acceptance and the ‘boys will be boys’ agenda.” You cross your arms, but overall you know Seokjin is right. You’ve always prided yourself on being able to adapt well to situations, put a fake smile on when you need to deal with rude customers or your parents missing another monumental event in your life. “But fine. At work, it’ll be a ceasefire. That’s about all I can promise you.”

“I thought you said there would be a ceasefire!” Seokjin yells at you from where you sit in his office. Jungkook is seated next to you, slouching in the chair with his head turned away towards the wall. You can see his jaw clenching every few seconds as Seokjin continues berating you. “Instead, I got a call from a family friend that you two were so busy yelling at each other for not doing your jobs that you effectively stopped doing your job!”

You huff as you roll your eyes, turning away from Jungkook’s severely hot—no—aggravating jawline, (where did that thought even come from?) to respond to Seokjin.

“That’s not even what happened last night! This idiot decided to fuck with the seating and of course, since the big game is tomorrow, we had a lot of people stop in and it was noisy. I was trying to seat the guests who were being louder and rowdier on one side so that our regulars,” you glare at Jungkook, who’s still refusing to look at either you or Seokjin, “could dine in peace, but when I ran to the back to restock the napkins for the bar top, he seated people himself. He’s not the host. He’s still a newbie! It’s been, what? Three, four months?”

“...Four,” Jungkook mumbles, but you ignore it.

“And so then poor Mrs. Hana ended up dealing with the hooligans who disrupted her meal, and yes, it was when I was trying to explain to him how seating works—”

“I know how seating works, it’s not rocket science!”

“So then why would you mess with the flow of the diner and seat them there?!”

“Because you,” Jungkook finally breaks the stoic act and turns to face you abruptly, so much so you almost visibly jump, “kept seating the large groups in your sections, which meant that you were giving yourself the better tips and leaving me with the geriatrics who barely leave anything!”

“Are you serious? You think I was trying to take tips from you? I hate dealing with the sports crowd! I would have gladly traded with you if you had said something to me, but you were too busy ignoring me when I was trying to talk to you about dividing up the floor—”

“—you talk to me like I’m a child, so of course I was ignoring you, you dolt—”

“—really piss me off, you think I would stoop so low, probably because it’s what you would do—”

“Shut up, both of you!” Seokjin’s eyes have a hardness to them you are not used to seeing. He’s usually laid back, but the stress lines on his face speak to an underlying tension you aren’t aware of. “Look,” he takes a deep breath, rubbing his hand over his eyes briefly, “this can’t happen again. Mrs. Hana could’ve broken her hip slipping on the spilled soda, and her son is debating suing us. My dad is obviously handling this situation, but that means your jobs are on the table. If her son demands it in exchange to avoid a lawsuit, I can’t stop it.”

It settles on you at that moment, how severe this is. You know that the little, old lady regular slipped and fell, but both you and Jungkook rushed over to help her up, comping her meal and walking her outside to sit quietly and assess how she was feeling while waiting for her son to arrive. Not only that, but he didn’t seem mad when he picked her up—just worried about if she was in pain and if she needed to go see a doctor. Apparently, after the shock wore off, his anger set in.

“I’m sorry, Seokjin. It won’t happen again.”

“Get to your shift, I’m sure Nam—I mean Porkchop—is ready to go. Remember, Suga will be late today, the championship game is tonight. So no more ignoring the hooligans and Cooky,” Seokjin gives his leveled glare to Jungkook this time, “Baby Cakes is in charge. I know you’re eager to prove yourself, and you’ve done well so far, but she’s worked the aftermath of championship games before.”

Jungkook stares back at Seokjin, a low humming tension filling the room before he answers with a “Yes, sir.”

The diner is louder than Jungkook’s ever heard before as he goes around clearing tables now that the game is over. His coworker, Yoongi, did amazing from what he saw on the screen. BTS-U wore their white home jerseys with purple and black lettering, so it was easy to see when number 3 hit the game-winning three-pointer.

Now, as the same white jersey is stepping into the diner, all of the fans cheer and bang their cups and silverware to congratulate the MBC Cup National University Basketball Championship’s MVP for the win tonight.

Jungkook looks across the dining area, where he sees you kneeling on the countertop clapping your hands above your head. The uniform dress that you chose for tonight has risen higher up your thigh than normal—probably from the way you climbed up onto the counter—giving Jungkook a pretty good view of the skin leading up to what he’s sure are lace panties. He’s walked in on you changing one too many times to not know your preference.

He can’t look away from you; something about the sheer energy radiating off of you is magnetic, as if you’re lit from within, and before he knows it, he’s moving closer to you. Jungkook knows he can’t stand you personally, but physically? He’ll never admit this aloud—not since Taehyung almost told you the truth back in elementary school— but you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever seen.

He doesn’t have much time to ponder your looks as you bring two fingers to your lips and let out a loud wolf whistle, setting you off balance with the action. Luckily he’s already been pulled into your orbit, because he catches you with two strong hands on your waist before you can fall off the counter.

“Thanks, Cooky!” you say, eyes alight and voice pleasant, as if you’ve forgotten who Jungkook is to you, and who you are to him.

“No problem, Baby Cakes.” Jungkook helps you climb down, and when you bend forward to place your palms on the counter to dismount, he sees his hypothesis on your panties is right. His eyes remain on your ass as you extend a leg to the floor, and despite the trouble the two of you got into before your shift, Jungkook can’t seem to care to remember why he shouldn’t be enjoying the view.

“Congrats, Suga!” Jungkook watches as you launch yourself into Yoongi’s arms, giving him a loud smooch on the cheek.

“Thanks, Cakes, that last shot was for you.” He winks, and Jungkook doesn’t understand why he’s feeling so affected, but he wants to blame it on those panties you unknowingly flashed for the irritation he feels toward his friend for flirting with you. She’s your enemy, Kook, get it the fuck together.

Jungkook stalks away, grabbing his bussing bin and rag so he can clean up the table of the group in line to pay.

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“Fuck you and your sorry-ass school!”

Jungkook turns his head to see you standing feet shoulder-width apart with your arms crossed, looking so much like the evil bitch he’s come to know. Only this time, it’s directed towards an EXO-U fan, by the looks of the silver and black shirt he’s sporting.

“Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

You command the space well, and had the man been sober, he probably would have listened to you when you gave him the polite option to leave on his own two feet. As luck would have it, the man grew more belligerent with each passing moment, causing Jungkook to run and grab Yoongi from the back to help handle the situation. Jungkook doesn’t like what he’s hearing when he returns to the front.

“You dumb cunt, we don’t have to leave! Come over here, baby, suck my cock like you suck their players, bet that’s why they won, huh? Saw you all over their star player earlier, let me get a piece, bitch.”

Jungkook wants to lunge at the man, but Yoongi beats him to the table, effortlessly grabbing the man by his arm and neck to yank him from his booth seat.

Jungkook gets to his other side, helping the man walk towards the double glass doors as Yoongi mutters menacingly at the patron.

“Best not show your face around here again, if you know what’s good for you. Find another place to eat, and we won’t beat your ass.”

Yoongi lets go of the man once they clear the sidewalk into the parking lot, the man’s friends stumble out behind, but Jungkook shoves the man hard, and he falls to the ground. He feels no remorse for the man; he reminds him too much of the creeps his mom dealt with: stench of alcohol on their breath that grew with each vulgar word that rolled out of their mouths, animosity leeching from their greasy skin—Jungkook needs to wash his hands and splash his face.

Fleeing inside, he bypasses you cleaning up the mess the rowdy table left behind, unable to hear the words you say clearly enough to decipher them. He knows that it’s almost time to close up and he has a few tasks to do to help speed up the process, but he’ll get to them in a minute. He just needs a minute to shake off this feeling, and then he’ll be okay to do the final cleaning for the evening, and find out what you said.

You’ve always hated dealing with the championship game guests, but always loved being with the crowd because of the thrill and your love for the game. The shift wasn’t terrible work-wise, as Jungkook really pulled his weight throughout the shift, allowing you to be in charge as the hostess and main waitress, filling in where you needed and bussing tables as the guests rotated through the double doors.

And you can’t lie, when you almost lost your balance on the counter, it was kind of hot that he was there to catch you, and help you down safely. With his jawline that can cut glass and his warm hands sitting large on your hips, you were a little sad to have them drop away, but you hid your disappointment in congratulating Suga and then moved on with the shift.

Of course, such a perfectly good shift had to end with a douchebag. To your surprise, when you turn to look to Jungkook for help, he’s already approaching with Suga in tow. And damn your worst enemy if he doesn’t do the second hottest thing of the night, vanquishing the drunkard with the sailor’s mouth from your sight, his foul friends trailing behind.

You clear off the table, the half-eaten food discarded in the trash and you realize that it needs to be taken out now before the last of the tables are done. Jungkook speed walks past you, so you call out to him, “Cooky, take the trash out, please!”

You finish sweeping under the table, then wipe down the booth’s table as Suga also returns inside, pausing to check on you.

“Everything good, Cakes?”

You nod, placing a hand on your hip as you reflect on the incident. “Yeah, he was a real fuck boy, but you and Cooky saved me just in time.”

“Always…I’m surprised Cooky was so worked up when he called me from the kitchen. Usually you two are at each other’s throats, I would’ve thought he’d enjoy seeing you deal with a rude customer.”

“Well, we did get yelled at earlier by Jin for last night, so we promised to work together and drop whatever rivalry we have during working hours. So maybe that’s it.”

“Mmm…maybe. Well, let me go help Hobi, this last wave will keep us later if I don’t.” Yoongi takes a few steps to round the counter, then calls back out to you, “The trash is about to overflow, Cakes!”

Frowning, you notice that Jungkook has yet to return to take out the trash. Glancing around the room, you see most of the tables are in stages of eating or waiting for their food. They all seem well and distracted with clips from the post-game coverage, so you decide to take out the trash yourself. Maybe the truce between you and Jungkook isn’t as intact as you think.

Grumbling to yourself, you tie off the bag and lift it from the bin, foot angled to keep the wheels from sliding across the floor from the tug. You eye the replacement black bag, but decide to put it in once you return from the dumpster.

You hate taking out the trash; you love feminism but some tasks are just made for men. You refuse to use the loud trolley with the janky wheel, so you carry the bag gingerly, resting it down every few steps as you make your way across the sparsely lit back parking lot.

“Well, if it isn’t the bitch who didn’t let me finish my meal.”

You snap your head around, eyes roving for the source of the raspy words, finally landing on the douchebag discharged from the diner only 10 minutes ago.

“We didn’t charge you for it, so I suggest you leave before this turns into a real problem.” You keep your eyes on him, watching as he shifts around on his feet, inching closer to you. You hold your stance, refusing to look weak in case he decides you’d make a good target.

“Maybe if you come suck me off like a good girl, I won’t leave a bad review online about how much of a cunt you’re being. Matter of fact, throw in some pussy, let me fuck you properly and I bet all that attitude will drop. You just need someone to tame you.”

The man lunges for your left arm, his meaty fist closing around your wrist and you pull back to break the contact but he’s strong. You yell out, stumbling back away from the trash bag and he follows, heavy footfalls adding to the sounds of the evening.

“Let go, you freak!”

You jolt your arm, wrenching it in as many directions as you can to try and relax his grip but he pulls you closer to him until you can smell the ethanol on his breath as he places his other hand forcefully on your shoulder.

“I said I wanted you on your knees, stupid bitch,” he utters, and reflexively you punch him in his dick. He groans and releases you, hunching over in pain. You make out a figure stepping through the service door, and you call out for help. Attempting to step around the man, you only make it a few steps before you feel the weight of the man bearing down on you again.

“You stupid bitch!”

You try to run, but the man has the back of your dress in his grip so instead, your shoes scrape the asphalt in the same place repeatedly. A loud thwack of flesh on flesh sounds right before you’re released, dropping the short distance to the concrete. Your palms and knees feel the sting of the gravel but the relief of being out of the man’s hold overpowers any lingering pain as you scramble to your feet.

Behind you, Jungkook is pummeling the man in the face, and you pause for a moment in shock before you rush back to him, grabbing his bicep to stop him from swinging again.

“Cooky, stop, I’m okay! Jungkook!”

He freezes, turning to look at you as if to see if your statement is true, and seeing that you’re serious, he appears to deflate a bit, no longer an attacking watchdog but a protective knight, making sure his charge is unscathed.

“Let’s go.” He gestures for your hand and you place yours in his, letting him guide you away from the groaning sack of trash and the garbage bag on the ground.

The fluorescent lights of the break room are blinding after the darkness of outside. Vaguely you hear Jungkook yelling at the others working, followed by the clattering of kitchen items, but you’re so out of sorts you don’t even realize that Jungkook has maneuvered you into a chair and is gently checking your knees, palms, and arms. He brushes off the remaining dirt from your skin.

“Are you hurt anywhere?”

His voice sounds pained, and this pulls you from your thoughts and back to the present with him.

“Um, I don’t think so.”

“Where all did he touch you? It might not hurt now, but once the adrenaline dies off, you might feel it.”

“Um, my arm, my shoulder, I can’t…I don’t know.”

“It’s okay, let me check your neck…he grabbed your dress and pulled you, so I wanna make sure it won’t bruise.”

He takes your face in his hands delicately, tilting your head to expose your neck to his view. The proximity has your head spinning, his cologne enveloping you as he leans closer, a hand leaving your cheek to allow a finger to trail across your neckline. You know he’s just checking to make sure that there’s no lingering marks, but you don’t think that the after effects of tonight will be anything anyone can see. He grabs a glass of water for you, and you sit quietly while he tends to the minor cuts on your palms from the jagged gravel in the parking lot.

Time seems to pass as you’re deep in thought, but you’re not sure how much until Seokjin appears, his purple and white painted face replacing the doe eyes and clenched jaw. He looks frazzled, as if he just left an after-party for the championship and was pulled into work. You realize after a moment that that’s actually what happened, and chuckle at yourself. He says your real name, pulling you out of your laughter.

“I’m so sorry this happened, luckily Jungkook was there. I don’t know what I would've done if something happened to you.” Seokjin pulls you into a hug, and you reciprocate, squeezing him tighter as the feeling of being held feels good. He pulls away sooner than you like, but he continues talking to you about what’s been going on since you’ve been sitting in the employee lounge.

“Look, don’t worry about staying and cleaning up tonight, okay? We’ve got everything under control. Hobi called the cops and Yoongi made sure the guy didn’t flee before they came. He’s in their custody now.”

“What about Jungkook?” you ask, uncharacteristically using his given name.

“He’s giving his statement to the police now. They’ll want to talk to you too, but I can put it off for tonight if you need,” Seokjin offers kindly, but you want to get it over with.

“It’s okay, I’ll speak to them now.”

“If you’re sure. I’ll grab one of the detectives now and they can take your statement, and then I’m sending you home. Jungkook will drive you, okay? You’re still a bit shaky.”

You look down at your hands, seeing the tremble Seokjin is referencing and nod. There’s no use in putting up a fight. All of the men you work with have now proven that you’re safe with them. Seokjin walks over to the door, popping his head out to call for an officer, and he paces quietly as you recount what happened, starting with the attacker growing belligerent in the dining area. Once finished, Seokjin grabs Jungkook from where he’s talking with Yoongi outside the door, ushering him to take your belongings and get you home.

You follow along, compliant, waving goodbye to the others as Jungkook pulls off into the main road back towards campus.

“You live by BTS-U, right?”

“Yeah, at Omelas, next to the train tracks.”

Neither of you speak again until he parks, turning off the engine to his jeep.

“Here, let me help you.” Jungkook grabs your backpack and climbs out of the SUV, coming around to the passenger side door to open it for you. You jump out and lead the way to your first -floor apartment. Unlocking the door, you flip on the lights as you toe off your non-slip work shoes.

“My roommate is out of town visiting her parents this weekend.”

Dumping your purse onto the kitchen counter, you walk further into your home, Jungkook trailing you slowly. He kicks off his shoes, socks shuffling quietly along the carpet as he enters your living room after closing and securing the front door lock. He places your backpack on the couch, and the two of you stand there awkwardly.

“Um, do you want some water or something? I have juice, milk, beer…” you trail off, uncertain.

“Water is fine, thanks.”

You grab a glass from the cupboard, filling it with ice water to return the favor from earlier as you bolster your courage to thank him. You hand him the glass and before you can think too hard, you just start speaking.

“Jungkook, I just wanted to thank you, for coming out there and, you know, saving me. I know we don’t get along much, but you really came through and I appreciate it.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen, blinking up at you from where he’s sitting on your couch. He takes a long sip from the glass, and he seems uncertain if he wants to speak but does so anyway.

“It was nothing, really.”

“Why, um, why did you help me, I mean—I’m just saying, oh this is coming out wrong—”

“Look, I’ve had a lot of practice dealing with creeps like him. I’ve had to do it plenty for my mom, and I just don’t like to see anyone getting hurt, not even my arch nemesis.” Jungkook tries to joke it off at the end, but his tone reveals so much more to you about what he’s not saying.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was like that for you back in high school.” You sit down next to him, closer than you normally would with your backpack taking up part of the seat, but you don’t mind it. You feel safer being closer to him.

“I mean, why would you know?” he asks, leaning back into the couch and taking another sip. “You have a perfect family, I’m sure nothing like this happened on the weekly at your place.”

“No, but like, my perfect family isn’t what everyone thinks it is, either. My parents didn’t pay attention to me, always busy working and what not. Honestly career day, back in like fifth grade was the only time one of my parents made it to something, and even then, it was so my dad could advertise his business. I felt so sheltered growing up, like I had no life skills. It’s why I work at the diner.”

Jungkook digests your words, understanding blooming through his chest.

“I get that. It’s funny, I remember that day so well, I was so jealous of you, because your dad showed up for you. I guess our dads are the same though…I think if I had grown up with my parents still together, I would’ve felt like you do. My dad kind of left me behind when he remarried, you know? In a way, that made me less sheltered, because when I was with my mom, I had to grow up fast. I couldn’t always have the nicest things because she couldn’t always afford them.”

“I didn’t realize that you had to split time between them. One of my friends, Jimin? He told me about how your dad wouldn’t let you take things back and forth between houses.”

“Why did he do that?” Jungkook looks a little scandalized, and you’re sure it’s because Jimin is one of his best friends. He’s the one who recommended that he apply to Jin’s Diner in the first place, and how you knew to warn Jin to not hire Jungkook, not that it worked. “I didn’t know you were close with Jimin!”

“We used to work together…you actually replaced him. It’s why we were hiring in the first place. But, he told me that because he was trying to get me to ease up on you one day. I was complaining about something and he was trying to make you more human, I guess.”

Jungkook just nods. You know he probably realizes there’s no reason to be mad, it was all in the past and Jimin was coming from a good place when he revealed that.

“Well, it’s true. My dad is kind of the worst. My mom saved up to get me some Dunks back in middle school because my dad couldn’t be bothered to take me back to school shopping. As if I didn’t grow a foot and 3 shoe sizes.”

“Oh fuck, you know, I’m sorry for making Nayeon spill her drink on your shoes. That was really evil of me.”

“We were like 13? 14? All middle school girls are evil.” Jungkook chuckles. You’re relieved at how gracious he’s being, but a little annoyed. You turn to him to say as much, but he continues to speak. “Honestly, I don’t even know why we went toe to toe like that. We probably would’ve been best friends if we had combined our smarts. You were really great during the Youth of the Year competition. I’m sorry that you didn’t win, I think you deserved to.”

Jungkook is looking back at you now, with his pretty doe eyes, sitting so close to you. You don’t know what to say so you don’t say anything, instead focusing on his star-filled eyes and the way they’re staring into your own. His arm moves slowly, lifting to bring his hand to your face, curling a tendril of hair behind your ear.

“It’s getting pretty late now, I should get home,” he starts, but his eyes speak volumes and it doesn’t seem like he wants to leave just yet. “But there’s still one more thing I need to apologize for.”

Your eyebrows furrow, confused as to what incident it could be when his lips meet yours in a tender kiss, not too forceful but not shy either—just the right amount to let you know this isn’t a mistake. It takes you a few seconds to respond, but when you sense Jungkook about to move away you pull him in closer, keeping his lips where you can access them. It’s not enough though, so throwing caution to the wind, you straddle him as your tongue swipes for entry, pushing him further into the couch as you lean into his fit body. He groans at your boldness, large hands planted firmly on your ass as the kiss deepens. You feel dangerously high, lacking oxygen, but you can’t stop—you don’t want to stop. He’s intoxicating.

His fingers tighten imperceptibly, and you know he, too, is at the end of his air, so you break apart, chest heaving as you stare at his lips, red and plump from the kiss.

“That was your…apology for? Or you were…apologizing for…kissing me?” you pant, trying to catch your breath.

“Both?” he says with a cute, bunny-like smile, “one, for hating you all these years, and two, for kissing you out of the blue.”

“And if I want you to apologize to me more?” you half-question, half-goad, and Jungkook gives the right answer, leaning into you once more so he can kiss you hard, teeth nipping at your bottom lip before pulling away.

“That’s something I can do.” Jungkook uses his strength to flip you onto your back on the couch, knocking your backpack out of the way and onto the floor. “Is this okay?” He searches your eyes for your consent to his hands on your thighs, fingertips skimming the hem of your dress.

You nod, and he trails them higher until he’s grasping the band of your panties and sliding them down without haste. You enjoy the commanding presence he takes on, unlike the people you deal with on a daily at work, indecisive with what to order, he knows exactly what he wants, and when Jungkook pushes up your dress and buries his face between your thighs, it takes everything in you not to climax right then. His tongue flits around your clit, teasing you as his hands massage your thighs while keeping them wide for him.

“Jungkook,” his name is a breathy whisper in the air as your fingers curl around his locks, tightening your grip when he flicks closer to where you need him. “Please.”

You wiggle your hips, searching for more friction from his tongue but he just pulls away, tutting his tongue at you for being bad. You sit up slightly to glare at him.

“Patience, baby.”

Whining, you lay back on the couch with a huff. “This is why we hated each other bac—oh, fuck me,” you finish with a moan as he flattens his tongue across your pussy and stimulates every nerve he can cover. Wrapping his lips around your clit, he begins to suck, gently flicking his tongue every few seconds as he positions two fingers at your dripping center. Delving inside of you, the plunge of his fingers reaches the ache inside of you, causing your legs to tremble as he fine-tunes your body like an instrument.

“Feels so good, mmph, fuck,” is all you can manage to say as he continues to pump his fingers, the squelching of your walls suctioning them back in with every tug out only making you wetter. Jungkook hums, and the thrumming sensation curls your toes. Arching your back, you tug his hair hard as you mewl loudly from the impending orgasm.

“You can do it, baby, cum for me,” Jungkook praises, “you’re doing so well, squeezing my fingers so tight, watch me.”

When his mouth once again finds its rhythm on your core, it takes just a few seconds of making eye contact with Jungkook, doe-eyes wide as he watches you enjoy his tongue, before you shiver and melt into the euphoria he’s bringing to your body.

“That’s it, fuck—you look so pretty, baby.”Body spent, you stare up at the ceiling blinking as you come back to earth. Jungkook tucks himself behind you, holding you in his arms. You look down at the arm over your waist, your fingers lightly tracing the tattoos on his exposed full sleeve. You can feel his bulge, know that there’s so much more…apologizing you both need to do after years of being enemies, but you have all night for that. And in the morning, you don’t know what will happen, if there will be more to come after tonight, but what you do know is that at this moment you don’t hate Jungkook; not even a little bit, not even at all.

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—wind it back, i’ll take it slow [1/7]

Part 1 of 7 of the Seven Days Series ↣ series masterlist

🗓️ pairing: nurse!jungkook x teacher!reader 🗓️ au/genre: non-idol au, brother’s friend au, fwb, age-gap(reader is older), f2l, fluff, angst, smut 🗓️ rating: M 🗓️ wc: 1,741 🗓️ warnings: emotionally constipated pairing, reader is older, adult worries, growing older, dating younger, time passing and not hitting milestones everyone else is, judgy coworkers, explicit sexual content: praise, begging, light breath play, kissing, unprotected sex, you’re wet wet, creampie, cum stuffing 🗓️ an: as i mentioned in the masterlist, blame @colormepurplex2 for this. This is just the first of seven parts, so it starts us off slowly, easing us into the main pairings in a hopefully delicious way that will open you up for more to come! I hope you enjoy it! Also to blame are @downbad4yoongi, for helping to expand the characters depth, @heathfritillary-blog for her writing knowledge, challenging me to be a better writer, and of course @peachiilovesot7 and @mrsparkjimin18 for their last minute double checks before posting. ♡ I really hope everyone enjoys this story! 🗓️ summary: “Wind it back, I’ll take it slow, Leave you with that afterglow…” Jungkook has been your best friend since you met him when he was still in college thanks to your brother, Yoongi. Despite your age gap, he easily fell into your world, your life, and your bed…

Taglist: @sizzlingfestpeach @mochminnie @jungkooksmytype

Jungkook yawns, his voice a sleepy cacophony of rumbles and soothing melodies as he details to you about the last-minute patient he had to assist with. As a registered nurse (RN), your friend-with-benefits often wakes you up past your bedtime to crawl in between your sheets, especially if he’s had a particularly hard night on his shift. Like tonight.

“She just looked so scared, she could barely speak, babe. But I’m glad they rescued her.” Jungkook brushes his teeth from the attached bathroom as you lean in the doorway, watching his shirtless body lean to scoop water into his mouth, swishing it around before spitting it neatly into the sink. “When I left she seemed stable, but this is the part I hate. Waiting until my next shift to find out if the patient made it through the night.”

“You’re a hero, Gguk, even if you don’t always think so. I know you did everything in your power. The rest is up to the universe.” You reach your hand out, connecting your palm gently to his cheek. He leans into it, warmth seeking warmth as his eyes close sleepily.

“C’mon, let’s go to bed.” He reaches for your free hand, stepping past you to guide you to bed. You blink slowly, eyes readjusting to the dark as you flick the bathroom light off and allow Jungkook to help you climb onto your mattress. You hear him shuck off his sweatpants and feel the dip of the bed as his body joins yours.

“Yoongi’s wedding is this week…remind me that we need to check each other’s outfits, to make sure they’re formal enough.”

Jungkook yawns cutely, trying to actively fight it while answering you, “Yeah, yeah.” Tucking you against his firm form, he wraps an arm around your waist, pushing his leg between yours. You can feel his inhalations as he nuzzles his face into your neck, tickling you.

“Ggukkie, stop,” you whine, “I’m trying to sleep.”

He huffs, pretending to be irritated. “But, you smell good.” Jungkook holds you tighter, as if melding your body to his so you two become one. The leg between yours lifts higher, until you feel the press of his thigh against your core. “And I want you.”

It’s slow, the way he wraps both of his arms around you so that his large hands can traverse up your body, fingers mapping your shape until his palms cup your breasts. You love the way his hands hold you—like how a safety belt fits—like you matter. Shaking the thoughts from your head, you maneuver your hands down to shimmy out of your panties. Jungkook shifts his legs to help liberate your thighs from the cotton fabric so he can nestle his favorite body part in between to meet his favorite body part of yours.

It’s always easy for Jungkook to get you wet and dripping as his shaft slips between your lips, his hips rutting as your thighs cockwarm him while he riles you up.

“Have I told you how much I love your pussy?”

“This week? Seven times.” He leisurely rotates his hips, keeping his cock nestled between your thighs until you can’t stand it and beg, “Fill me up, please.”

Of course, he doesn’t hesitate.

Jungkook’s hips roll slowly, your walls suctioning him in deeper as you moan from the penetration. The head of his cock kisses your cervix every time his pelvis meets the meat of your ass cheeks, and his right hand curls up under your arm so that he can hold your neck. A slight pressing of his hand, pressure building as your airway shrinks minimally, sends your heart racing.

His touch always heats your body, and when he moves his hands from your hip to the apex of your thighs, rough fingers searching for your clit, your body jolts when the pads of his fingers find it.

“Fuck, Jungkook…” Your eyes roll back as his fingers circle wetly, the sounds of your dripping core and his cock moving in friction filling the room as you moan out his name.

“I make you feel good, baby?”

“Yeah, don’t stop—please, don’t stop.”

He inhales at your begging, and you feel like he grows impossibly harder inside of you. “I won’t, not when you ask so nicely.”

And he doesn’t stop, but his sleepy thrusts aren’t enough to get you there, even with his fingers gliding along your bundle of nerves. You sigh, turning in his arms as he whines at the loss of your walls.

Rolling you onto your back, Jungkook re-enters you, his body framing yours from above as you lift your legs to wrap around his slender waist. This angle allows him better access, and you leak out around his cock, juices trailing down your body to drip beneath you onto the sheets. His palms frame your shoulders, caging you in as he smirks down at you like the menace he is.

Looking up at his face, it’s hard to see all of your favorite parts of him in the dark; the scar along his cheek, the beauty mark you kiss beneath his bottom lip, his doe eyes that sparkle like stars when he looks at you. His head drops to your cheek, and you feel his eye fluttering, lashes tickling your cheek as he tries to hold out, so you can cum first.

“Kiss me,” you gasp out, and he lifts his head up, tendrils of his hair dancing across your face as he positions his lips to slot over yours. His kiss is fervent, open-mouthed with his tongue seeking yours instantly. Each piston of his hips brings you closer and closer to your peak, a music box key being twisted tighter and tighter until there’s nothing left for you to do but erupt. Your walls flutter, and he fucks you through it, every compressing movement setting him up to follow you into ecstasy.

Jungkook wants to hold out, you can tell by the way his shoulders tense up under your hands as they roam his body.

“I could die buried in this pussy, babe, so tight.”

“Please don’t,” you half chuckle, half moan, “I wouldn’t be able to look the hospital staff in the eye again.” You bury your fingers into his messy bedhead and tug. His resounding moan is a luscious symphony, notes sending shivers along your spine.

“Let go for me, fill me up.” You sound breathy as you coax him, voice inviting and ambrosial to help get him there. “Gguk, your cock, fuck, so big…” He coaxes a second orgasm from you, and this time he does cum, a mutual climax leading him to collapse against your chest. He’s heavy in a good way, chests heaving as you collectively try and catch your breath.

“I’ll change the sheets in the morning,” you comment as he pulls out, his cum trying to follow, but his fingers stop the flow, stuffing you full again while his free hand reaches for the tissue box you placed conveniently on the nightstand.

“You sure? I can change them while you pee.”

“What would I do without you, Ggukkie?” you joke as he relents with a sigh and allows you to get up, pouting at you for letting his cum go to waste.

“You’ll never have to find out. I have a shift meeting tomorrow, but fuck it, let’s sleep in!” He calls out the last part to you as you disappear into the bathroom. The rustling of the new sheets being tucked under each of the four corners is only drowned out when you flush and wash your hands.

Returning to the bed, now covered in clean sheets with a very sleepy muscle bunny under the comforter, you join him when he opens the blanket to show you where he wants you to lay. Curling into the spot, your head on his chest and a leg thrown over his lap, you allow the steady breathing of Jungkook to be the background to the thoughts swirling in your brain.

Jungkook is one of your best friends, despite the age gap between you. At twenty-six, he’s six years your junior, but your friend group ranges in ages, with Jungkook being the baby. Yoongi, your younger brother, introduced him to your friend group after they met in college, and you’ve been close ever since. You have a similar upbringing, the same taste in eclectic music, a love for karaoke, and a competitive streak that has the group making sure to always put you on the same team for game night.

And now, the same brother who brought Jungkook into your life, who is also two years younger than you, is getting married. It’s a weird feeling, when you realize everyone around you is doing adult things, and you’re…fucking your best friend, who you aren’t even dating. Would you date him if he wanted to? You honestly don’t know. He’s a great catch! Has a respectable, well-paying job, owns his car, treats you well, is very giving in bed…but to be honest, his age does make you worry at times.

You remember confiding in one of your coworkers, who works at the high school with you and Yoongi, about Jungkook and she made a snide remark about his age despite gushing over the picture of him you showed her from your camera roll only a few minutes before. It was as if his age changed her thoughts on him and made her look at you differently. It was a strange thing to experience, because you still feel young. Hell, most days you forget that you and Jungkook aren’t the same age. It’s not like you look significantly older than him! Just the other day, you were carded when buying alcohol…

“Shhh…you’re thinking too loud and I can’t sleep,” Jungkook says before groaning when you slap him on the chest. He’s so attuned to you that he can tell when you’re spiraling into your thoughts. You adjust yourself in his arms, letting your arm drape across his stomach. You curl your fingers to keep him in your arms, growing more comfortable as you sink into your mattress and into slumber, wrapped in his warmth.

Jungkook’s fingers smooth down your hair as he hums lightly to you, a small smile gracing his features as your body settling within his arms soothes that small part of him that aches to always be the thing that brings you peace.

stay tuned for “Lemme swallow your pride” coming 8-1-2023!

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—socks | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader au/genre: slice of life, established relationship, fluff, rating: M wc: 413 warnings: fluffy fluff sentimental fluffiness , honestly super cringe and cheesy, i wrote this in like 10 minutes LOL explicit sexual content: mentions of bomb ass birthday sex an: a small drabble for the birthday boy's birthday that I wrote during the writing event hosted by @mrsparkjimin18 tonight in the @bangtanwritershq network discord!

The smooth texture of the tiny, rounded nubs feels soft in Jungkook’s hands as he glides them down the length of the fabric. His smile is wide as he giggles to himself. You look on from your spot in your shared bed as he sits on the carpet below you. The gift bag is now empty, purple tissue paper strewn across your bedroom from his eager attempts at seeing his gift.

“I love it!” Jungkook has repeated this phrase every few minutes, hands switching between the many pairs of toe-socks you bought him—an assortment of colors that he can wear with any outfit.

“I’m glad, baby,” you say sleepily, still tired after he kept you up most of the night into the early morning, celebrating his birthday on your knees, your back, against the wall…how this goofy man could turn into an innocent cutie pie, as if he didn’t just fuck your brains out a few hours prior always seems to shake you to your core. You lay back down, eyes drifting closed as he pulls out his phone to take pictures of the socks and send them to this group chat with the guys.

Jungkook is elated at the gift you got him. He knows it might not be cool, and he always wants to be effortlessly cool, but toe-socks are one of those things that he honestly doesn’t care that people may find them unsightly—they keep his feet warm and he truly enjoys wearing them.

Looking over at your sleeping form, he realizes that the fuzzy feeling in his chest isn’t just from having an absolute blast for his birthday with you, the fuzzy feeling is because of you. His girlfriend, who knows him well enough to know that getting him toe socks would be enough for him, because it means you care enough to listen to him when he talks about the things that comfort him. He’s feeling sentimental all of sudden as he watches your chest rise with each breath you take falling deeper into slumber, and he wants to cuddle you.

Sliding the new socks onto his feet, he smiles as he climbs back into bed, curling his body around you as you turn and adjust in his hold. He lets you tuck your cold feet between his now clothed ones and he can’t help but think that this must be what heaven feels like: a cute girl in his arms and toe-socks to keep his feet warm.

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BangtanWritersHQ Presents: “Bangtanstrology"

The magic surrounding the creation of BTS is a story that is the same, yet different for each of their soulmates in ARMY, since we are all born under the same Milky Way but in different stars.

You look at the spread of tarot cards on the cloth-covered table, surprise filling your eyes in the low light of the psychic’s room. Despite having this recurring dream since childhood about seven men and the providence of the universe, you try to argue with him.

“You’re insane. How can I be yours? And also be fated to 6 others?”

“Yes, my moonchild, you are destined for great things,” his voice is deep, full of sex and smoke. “This card may say ‘Death’, but it symbolizes not your actual death, but the death of who you were before me, before us. This card here tells me that this death and rebirth will happen almost instantly. In the dark nights, we’re each other’s lights. Once you leave this tent, your life will forever be changed.”

You can’t speak, so shocked by his words, so you nod as you stand up, depositing the few bills you had previously readied as a tip as you gather your bag. Eyes looking back at the man, you feel more than hear his next words straight to your core.

“You can’t fight fate, and you are our destiny.”

Back outside the psychic’s building, as you walk to the bus stop, you sense something is off, but are unsure if you’re in danger. You safely board and the trip home flies by so quickly that you’re already off the bus and that much closer to safety. As you enter your neighborhood, the feeling returns. Speeding up, you turn the corner by the convenience store, running smack into a broad chest before bouncing backward and onto the ground.

It feels as if the Earth has shifted. The setting sun has the sky lit up in hues of lavender and violet, a gorgeous purple halo surrounding the seven sets of eyes looking at you.

“This can’t be a coincidence!” you gasp, confused at how they could manifest from your slumber to reality. “I dreamt of you.”

The one you ran into steps closer as the others behind him peer around to get a better look at you. His hand is open, palm up stretched between your bodies.

“Take it,” he says, and the others around him echo the words.

“Take it.”

You recognize one of the voices, sultry and smokey; he smirks at you as if to say ‘I told you so’.

“My hand reaching out to you is my chosen fate.”

This June marks the 10th year of BTS, the fated soulmates of ARMY. Because we are the two, who found our destiny. And to outsiders, the story is so incredible. It must be a myth, a thing of lore. No such thing could be true! But we know the truth.

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🔞 - nsfw (mature themes) ✅ - sfw (no warnings) 💖 - smut ⚠️ - other warnings

SET UP - emojis: Title (if link is to another platform) | Author [parts] pairings, genre/aus, rating, word count

🔞 💖 ⚠️ Masks & Merlot | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: ModernLegacyHeir!Kim Seokjin x Servant!Reader AU Type: Long-time Pining | Drunken Love Confessions Rating: MA WC: 13,961

🔞 💖 Closer | @downbad4yoongi [1/1] Pairing: Namjoon x Jimin AU Type: Mutual Pining | Dinner in Rome Rating: MA WC: 2,571

🔞 💖 ⚠️ If It's Our Last | @moonleeai [1/1] Pairing: BondedPistil!Jimin x Stamen!Jungkook AU Type: Strangers to Lovers | Pistilverse Rating: MA WC: 2,404

🔞 💖 ⚠️ College Nights, Diner Fights | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: waiter!Jungkook x waitress!Reader AU Type: Diner, e2l | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 9,664

✅ ⚠️ What if... | @mrsparkjimin18 [1/1] Pairing: Production Director!Yoongi x Art Director!Hoseok AU Type: Mutual Pining, Hidden Feelings | fluff Rating: PG-13 WC: 2,884

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#BWHQ #BWHQ Writing Event #BWHQ Writing Events #BWHQ Network #bangtanwhq #bangtan writers hq #bangtan writers hq network #bts imagines #bts #bts reactions #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts scenarios #bts x reader #bts smut #bts au #bts angst #bts fluff

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BangtanWritersHQ Presents: “Best of ARMY" Masterlist

For July 2023, to celebrate ARMY's 10th Birthday, we assembled a masterlist collection of fics to showcase our Network ARMY members! This is a list of our Network writer's FAVORITE fics that they have written. There are many different tropes, AUs, genres, and pairings featured! So, if you're in the mood for all things Bangtan and ARMY, this masterlist is for you!

Browse at your leisure and ENJOY!

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🔞💖⚠️ Lights, Camera, Action | @colormepurplex2 [3/3] Pairing: Director!Namjoon x Artist!f.Reader x Actor!Jungkook AU Type: Art AU, Established Relationship & Friends/Coworkers to Lovers | smut, fluff, very mild angst Rating: MA WC: 22,484

🔞💖⚠️ Better Than Me? | @7deadlysinsfics [2/?] Pairing: Jungkook x Reader AU Type: Friends With Benefits | smut, angst, fluff Rating: MA WC: ~ 1,227

🔞💖⚠️ To All The Men I've F*cked Before | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: photographer!Jungkook x stylist!Reader AU Type: Fake Dating | smut, fluff, angst Rating: MA WC: 30,586

🔞💖⚠️ Bite Me | @downbad4yoongi [1/1] Pairing: Vampire!Jimin x VampireHunter!Jungkook AU Type: Vampires, Enemies to Lovers | smut, angst Rating: MA WC: 4,470

🔞💖⚠️ The 7 Wonders: Short Series (Ao3) | @mrsparkjimin18 [8/8] Pairing: OT7 x Reader/OC AU Type: Varies per part | smut, fluff, angst Rating: MA WC: 49,008

🔞💖⚠️ Secrets Beneath The Moon | @roxyjean82 [36/36] Pairing: Werewolf!Seokjin x Reader AU Type: Shifter, Friends to Lovers | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 41,657

🔞💖⚠️ The Eight | @noonasto [126/126] Pairing: OT7 x OC AU Type: Soulmates | angst, fluff, smut Rating: MA WC: 153,256

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bangtanwritershq · 9 months

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BangtanWritersHQ Presents: “Take Two" Masterlist

For July 2023, to celebrate ARMY's 10th Birthday, we assembled a masterlist collection of fics to showcase our Network ARMY members! This is a list of what our Network writers consider the MOST UNDERRATED fics that they have written. There are many different tropes, AUs, genres, and pairings featured! So, if you're in the mood for all things Bangtan and ARMY, this masterlist is for you!

Browse at your leisure and ENJOY!

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🔞 - nsfw (mature themes) ✅ - sfw (no warnings) 💖 - smut ⚠️ - other warnings

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🔞 💖 ⚠️ Box of Chocolates | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: Hoseok x f.Reader AU Type: Hometown AU, Exes to Lovers | smut, mild fluff, angst Rating: MA WC: 15,093

🔞 💖 ⚠️ Orion's Belt | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: STEMnerd!Kim Namjoon x STEMnerd!Reader AU Type: Coworkers to Lovers | smut, fluff, angst Rating: MA WC: 9.8k

🔞 💖 ⚠️ Pursuit of Dimples (Ao3) | @downbad4yoongi [9/?] Pairing: Namjoon x f.OC named Emerson AU Type: College AU | smut, fluff, angst Rating: MA WC: ~21,434

🔞 💖 The Underclassman | @joonslfttiddie [1/1] Pairing: Seokjin x Reader AU Type: College AU | smut Rating: MA WC: 4,781

🔞 💖 Pride | @noonasto [18/18] Pairing: OT7 x OCs AU Type: Hybrid/Soulmates | smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 47,044

🔞⚠️ Her Prince | @roxyjean82 [42/42] Pairing: Prince Namjoon x OC AU Type: Friends to Lovers | angst, fluff Rating: MA WC: 44,921

🔞 💖 ⚠️ Starting Over: Revamped | @mrsparkjimin18 [1/1] Pairing: non-Idol!Jimin x OC AU Type: Exes to Lovers | angst, smut Rating: MA WC: 3,751

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bangtanwritershq · 9 months

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BangtanWritersHQ Presents: "ARMY Birthday Bash” Masterlist

This year to celebrate ARMY's birthday, we hosted a network fic exchange!

Some of our wonderful and talented members have come together to create a beautiful collection of stories exchanged as birthday gifts. Each participant was given a prompt from another participant and had to create a minimum of 1k word story using that prompt.

🎂 We hope you enjoy these as much as we did 🎉

*Not all stories are birthday related*

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✅ - sfw (no warnings)

💖 - smut

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🔞 💖 ⚠️ Bite Me | @downbad4yoongi [1/1] Pairing: Vampire!Jimin x VampireHunter!Jungkook AU Type: Vampires, Enemies to Lovers | smut, angst Rating: MA WC: 4,740

🔞 💖 ⚠️ The Stars In His Eyes...The Hate In Your Heart | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: Hoseok x f.Reader AU Type: Enemies to Lovers, Brother's Best Friend | smut, angst, fluff Rating: MA WC: 18,085

🔞 💖 ⚠️ Behind Closed Doors | @mrsparkjimin18 [1/1] Pairing: non-idol!Yoongi x OC / non-idol!Taehyung AU Type: Throuple, FWB | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 5,226

🔞 💖 ⚠️ My Moon | @moonleeai [1/1] Pairing: Vampire!Seokjin x Human!Namjoon AU Type: Vampires, Strangers to Lovers | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 5,371

🔞 💖 ⚠️ Haegeum - Then, After (Ao3) | @heathfritillary-blog [1/1] Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader AU Type: Mafia, Strangers to Lovers | smut, angst Rating: MA WC: 5,907

🔞 💖 ⚠️ I loathe(love) you (Ao3) | sunkissedwriter [1/1] Pairing: Prince!Jungkook x Princess!OFC AU Type: Arranged Marriage/Royalty Rating: MA WC: 6,411

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bangtanwritershq · 1 year

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BangtanWritersHQ Presents: "Hope Right Here” Masterlist

For February 2023, we put together a collection of fics to celebrate our Sunshine Prince Jung Hoseok's birthday! We asked our members to share with us all of their Hobi-centric stories, so that we could share them with you! If you are in a Hobi mood(or let's be honest, any form he takes be it Hobi, j-hope, Hoseok, Jay, etc), this masterlist is for you! In this post you'll find fics from our network members that feature Hobi as the main character with various AU types and tropes! Browse at your leisure and ENJOY!

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🔞 - nsfw (mature themes)

✅ - sfw (no warnings)

💖 - smut

⚠️ - other warnings

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🔞 💖 ⚠️ Box of Chocolates | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: Hoseok x Reader AU Type: College AU | Exes to Lovers, Smut, Angst Rating: MA WC: 15,093

🔞 💖 RED | @bluewhale52 [1/1] Pairing: Hoseok x Reader AU Type: idol AU , supernatural AU, established relationship, Smut Rating: MA WC: 6,466

✅ JHope Imagine (Wattpad) | LovePJM101395 [1/1] Pairing: j-hope x OC AU Type: Idol AU | fluffy diary drabble Rating: PG WC: 736

🔞 💖 ⚠️ Bloom | @7deadlysinsfics [1/1] Pairing: Hoseok x f.Reader (Bloom) AU Type: ex’s to lovers | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 6,230

🔞 💖 ⚠️ In A World Full of Roses | @7deadlysinsfics [1/1] Pairing: Hoseok x f.Reader AU Type: hurt/comfort | light smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 1,300

🔞 ⚠️ Rather Be | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: dancer!hobi x dancer!named reader AU Type: college au | angst, fluff Rating: PG-13 WC: 4,353

🔞 💖 Taste | @7deadlysinsfics [1/1] Pairing: dom!Hoseok x Reader ft Yoongi AU Type: Established Relationship | implied threesome Rating: MA WC: 502

✅ Universal Language | @moonleeai [1/1] Pairing: Hoseok x f.Reader (JHS Pov) AU Type: Established Relationship Rating: G WC: 494

🔞 💖 ⚠️ Worn By Salt and Sway | @ffion451 [1/1] Pairing: Hoseok x f.Reader AU Type: Fisherman!Hobi | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 11,703

🔞 💖 ⚠️ The Step Back (Ao3) | @mrsparkjimin18 [1/1] Pairing: RetiredDancer!Hoseok x Reader AU Type: Strangers to Lovers | smut, angst Rating: MA WC: 3,633

🔞 💖 Sweet Promise | @7deadlysinsfics [1/1] Pairing: Hoseok x Reader AU Type: Established Relationship | pwp, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 2,788

🔞 💖 Helping Hands | @m-yg93 [1/1] Pairing: Hoseok x Reader AU Type: Friends With Benefits | pwp, smut,bffs Rating: MA WC: 6,023

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moonleeai · 1 year

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❄️ pairing: Park Jimin x Reader named Taylynn ⛄️ genre/au: Fluff, Fake Dating, Friends to Lovers, romcom, Christmas au 🦌 rating: PG ❄️ wc: 6,346 ⛄️ summary: A cute story about two friends that decide to "fake date" for the Christmas Holiday while visiting family, but with each household they fall for each other. 🦌 an: Thank you @downbad4yoongi and @cherrysoulth for beta reading

Story written for @mrsparkjimin18 as part of the @bangtanwritershq holiday event “Christmas Love”

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Jimin sits across from you in your dining room at the two person table in front of a floor-to-ceiling window. It’s a ritual that no matter how busy life was, you would see each other every Sunday. It just so happens to always start with coffee, whether it be at a new cafe or at your place to have your beloved hand-drip coffee in front of his favorite window. When he walked in today you could see something was bothering him, he wasn’t his normal bubbly self. Usually you could decipher if it was due to a late night of gaming or girl trouble, but today was something different. Lucky for him, you were already baking his favorite homemade pastry to have with the coffee. This would absolutely do the trick to cheer up your best friend.

“Are those your famous cinnamon rolls I smell?” Jimin breaks his gaze from the city view, tilts his head back and sniffs the air with his eyes closed.

“Yep! Apparently, my ‘best friend intuition’ knew you would need them today.”

“You’re seriously the best.”

“What’s up though? What happened?”

He groans, “My parents. You know…it’s that time of year for them to start worrying– or more so pestering– that I’m not married or even in any sort of relationship–” He’s interrupted by the buzzing of your phone vibrating on the kitchen counter. You jump up thinking it was the timer for the rolls, but it’s your mom calling.

“Hold that thought, it’s my mom,” you say to Jimin.

You answer and then put the phone on speaker so you can check the oven. Not to your surprise, she has a similar tune. Your mother has also been on your case about getting married because you’re almost thirty and it would seem the world is ending due to your lack of interest in the subject. You look over to Jimin and you both roll your eyes before you cut in on her concern.

“Mom, while I would love to keep this conversation going, Jimin is over and we’re–”

“Ooohhh, Jimin-ah! I miss you, my son! You know you two would make such a beautiful family!”

“Oh my god! Mom! How many times are you going to keep saying this?”

“I miss you too, Eomeoni!” Jimin shouts from the table. You shake your head ‘no’ so he would stop encouraging her behavior.

“Okay, Mom. Love you. Bye!” You quickly hang up before she says anything else.

You and Jimin have been friends since high school and your mom has always had the biggest crush on him for you. Of course he laid the charm on thick whenever he was around so it made it hard to escape the constant ‘why aren’t you dating’ questions. Jimin was attractive but you never liked him in that way. You two were always great friends who enjoyed each other’s company and neither of you were generally interested in anything more than friendship with each other.

The timer goes off and you pull the cinnamon rolls out of the oven, placing the tray on the stove top. As you carefully move them from the tray to the cooling rack, you see Jimin out of your peripheral opening the refrigerator to get the icing.

“These need to cool off first,” you say as he brings the bowl to the counter closest to you.

“I know. I’ve watched you make them a hundred times. Which is how I know you usually pull the icing out to get it closer to room temperature.” He leans back onto the counter, watching you place the last roll on the rack.

“Ya know, Park Jimin, you just may be husband material for some lucky lady someday soon. You got the beauty and the brains,” you tease as he rolls his eyes. You lay the spatula and tray in the sink and turn to lean back on the opposing counter.

“Taylynn, you of all people know I am just not interested in all that work. I like my job but I’m still a rookie and being stressed about worrying someone else every day is just not what I want. I just want to have fun.” Jimin was somewhat right. While being a police officer was a dangerous job, there were times that you would secretly worry about his well-being. “Also, almost every girlfriend has hated you and that’s a deal breaker.”

“Not true! Me and Sajin got along great! I saw her more than you sometimes.”

Jimin scoffs, “Have you never heard of ‘keep your enemies closer’?”

You gasp at his remark, “What! I thought she legit liked me. No wonder she stopped talking to me when you broke up,” you frown at the new revelation.

“Are they cool enough yet?” Jimin pokes one of the rolls testing the temperature, he’s always been impatient when it comes to eating his favorite pastry. Usually opting to dip the dough into icing instead of making it aesthetically pleasing, he claims it’s less messy this way.

“Yes, impatient one. You can start eating them now.” You grab some plates and hand him utensils to start dishing and frosting the rolls. He dances in tiny back to the table and you follow behind him giggling.

You both chat, catching up from the past week, filling each other in on work drama. You notice he is extra fidgety so you ask more questions to try and pry whatever it is out of him. As you take the last bite, he finally lets it out.

“Maybe we could pretend we’re dating…just for the Christmas weekend when we have to go to our parent’s houses? I feel bad having my mother worry about me all the time. At least this way, maybe she will be comforted a little.”

You slightly choke on your food and tap your chest as if that will help. You quickly grab your coffee to swallow the liquid to clear your throat, but that causes you to wince because it’s still pretty hot in temperature, which then makes your eyes fill with water. This entire debacle, Jimin just sits staring at you with wide eyes. Finally, after a few coughs, you catch your breath.

“Aren’t you like a trained professional to help people in emergency situations?! You didn’t even budge! What if I was choking to death!”

“I know the signs of choking and you weren’t–”

“You could’ve at least pretended to be concerned! And you want to pretend to date? No way.”

“You didn’t even think about it!”

“Right because I almost DIED!”

“Well, it’s not a terrible idea.”

“Jimin! You want us to lie to everyone?”

“More like…role-playing. Don’t you like that kinky shit?” You drop your jaw and raise your eyebrows to the ceiling. “Plus…it’s just a weekend! It’s not like we don’t know everything about each other anyway, it’ll be so easy and then we can have some peace from them.”

“First off, that guy was the one into it. I was just playing along. Second, we would still get a billion questions after the weekend. Do you plan on ignoring your mom for months? Besides, they will totally know! Your eyes tell everything almost immediately.”

“They do not! I’m good at keeping secrets. And we already talk to each other every single day so we would be able to answer those questions.”

“Yes, you keep secrets from escaping as words, but as soon as one is spoken by anyone else, you move your eyes around or start giggling! Immediately signaling that something is going on.”

“I can do a weekend. C’mon, Taylynn, please! I want my mom off my back for a little while. Please, for me?” He pushes his plump bottom lip out into a pout and blinks his eyes. He knows you have never been able to resist his adorable charm.

“Ugh! Fine! One weekend, Jimin! Don’t make me regret it.”

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You follow through with your agreement but instead of two days, the trip gets extended to four days by request of the mothers, two at his family’s house and two at your family’s house. After filling the car with gifts and luggage, you both begin your journey to the countryside together. It’s a two hour drive but road trips are always fun with Jimin. He makes the best playlists to have a car karaoke session which makes the time fly by.

As you pull into Jimin’s parent’s driveway, you see them waiting at the glass door.

“Here we go, babe!” Jimin cheerfully sings, making you cringe but laugh at the same time. “Let’s go in first and then get the stuff out later,” he says while putting the car in park. He comes around and opens your door, which is nothing new, he’s always been a gentleman, but as you step out he grabs your hand and places it in the nook of his arm where your fingers instinctively curve to his bicep, catching you by surprise. You knew he was fit, you just didn’t realize how brawny his arm was.

As you get closer you can hear Jimin’s mom gushing in sweet accolades.

“Aigo,” she says long and drawn out, as you step across the threshold, “I knew you two would end up like this one day! What a sweet surprise just in time for the holidays!” You and Jimin look at each other smiling and then back to his mom as you toe your shoes off and change into house slippers.

“I guess we just had to figure it out, Eomma,” Jimin says. His mom’s eyes are shaped like crescent moons from her smiling so hard. You kind of feel bad for lying to her.

“I hope you two are hungry for lunch, Appa made way too much food.”

“It wouldn’t be Christmas if he didn’t.” Jimin smiles and then guides you into the dining room. He purposely made sure he didn’t make any pit stops for food because he knew his dad was cooking enough to feed an army.

His mother goes on to talk about how she set up the ensuite for you both to stay in for the next two nights. You weren’t exactly expecting his parent’s to be okay with you both staying in the same bed, let alone the same room.

When lunch is ready, Jimin makes your plate with extra sweet potatoes, just the way you like it. He comes back to the table with his plate and sits beside you, then pulls your hand to his lips, taking his time, sending you a wink. You can’t help but notice how warm and soft his lips feel on your skin. You narrow your eyes and then smile in the presence of his parents. After some small talk and stuffing your faces with delicious food, you sat there finishing the meal with a small coffee.

Jimin’s dad talks you into making some of your special cookies while you praise him for the spread. Little does he know, your special cookies are a result of following the directions on the chocolate chip bag and adding a little extra butter. Once the coffee cups are empty, you and Jimin make your way outside to unpack some of the gifts and luggage. At the trunk of the car you quietly talk to Jimin.

“Why are you being so touchy? Stop that shit!”

“It has to look real, Taylynn.” You roll your eyes at his smirk and throw one of the bags over your shoulder.

“Don’t you feel a little bad? Seeing how happy your mom is with this preposterous lie.”

“A little, Miss Dictionary, but I also like seeing her happy. Even if it’s a little white lie.”

Jimin sets the gifts in the living room and calls for his parents so they can open them. You and Jimin had agreed prior to this arrangement that you would only buy each other one gift and open it at your parent’s house. His mother opens hers first and immediately starts crying at the jewel studded bracelet with all of their birthstones from her adoring son. His father opens his gift and gushes at how thoughtful his son is, holding up a book. Jimin had all of the family recipes from both sides of the family made into a cookbook, original handwriting and all.

The rest of the evening is peaceful. You pull out all the ingredients to make cookies once dinner is finished, and like the good fake boyfriend Jimin is, he helps you every step of the way. He reads the measurements off the bag and you put it all together in the mixing bowl. When he’s not looking, you take some of the dough mix and wipe it on his nose. He angrily puffs air out and glares his eyes at you while you snicker.

“Taylynn, you know I hate stuff on my face!”

“Yep! And there’s nothing you can do about it…can you imagine my fake boyfriend getting mad at me in front of his parents? Tsk, tsk. They would surely have a stern talking to their son.”

“You’re enjoying this too much for someone who was so against it.”

“Gotta make the best of it!” You spoon perfect little balls onto the cookie sheet and place them in the oven.

“Just remember, payback is a bitch.” Jimin winks and walks out of the kitchen. You’re not the least bit worried about a payback, he is in no position to piss you off in front of either family.

The night ends in front of the gas fireplace. His parent’s have long gone to bed, but you and Jimin decided to start another movie to get into the Christmas spirit. Earlier you watched The Grinch with his parents and now you’re watching Home Alone. He’s nestled between your legs on the floor with your back resting against a beanbag chair and your hand is softly stroking his head, running your fingers through his fluffy hair. soon realizing this position no longer needs to be held without an audience.

“Dude, get up. We don’t need to sit like this anymore,” you nudge him to move but he doesn’t budge. You call his name and tap on his shoulder, still no movement. You lean over to get a look at his face and just as you’re next to his ear, he turns his head and opens his eyes, locking them with yours. Although his eyes are chocolate brown, the fire highlights caramel swirls trapped within a thick black ring. Suddenly, your temperature rises and you swallow hard before pulling away.

“Sorry, I was just seeing if you were asleep,” you quietly say.

“You sure you weren’t about to kiss me?” he chuckles at his own joke, stands and reaches out for you to grab his hands, which you do, and he pulls you off the ground. He turns the fireplace and television off while you fold the blankets and put them neatly on the couch. He illuminates the dark hallway with the flashlight on his phone and walks toward the bedroom with you behind him.

“Rock, paper, scissors for who gets to shower first?” Jimin asks from the bedside.

“What? No, ladies first.”

“Ladies take too long, come on I’ll be quicker.”

“You’re a terrible fake boyfriend.” You cross your arms and pout.

“You know I can’t say no to that face…” he grumbles and waves his hand for you to go first.

You snicker, blowing him a kiss, then gather your pajamas, skin-care products, and things for your hair. In the ensuite bathroom, Jimin’s mother has laid out resort-like amenities. Small bottles of body wash and lotions. Two beautiful plush robes that look comfy enough to sleep in. She even put fresh flowers in a vase which are very fragrant in the small space. You look over at the freestanding bathtub and notice a bamboo bath tray with scented oils, bath bombs, and candles.

Not wanting any of it to go to waste, you start drawing a bath. You set up your products and select a lo-fi playlist on your phone and set it on the bath tray, then throw in a lavender bath bomb with some rose oil and soothing bubble bath into the quickly filling tub. You pull your hair up into a messy bun and sink into the water. The bubbles sit just below your clavicles as you lean your head back on the pillow, closing your eyes and breathing in the aroma.

The door flies open and you startle sitting up. Jimin’s eyes lock on yours and there is nothing but silence for what feels like an eternity.

You exhale, not realizing you were holding your breath, “What the fuck, Jimin!” You panic and quickly glance down at your body, thankful the bubbles are doing an excellent job covering you up.

“I gotta piss and you’re taking forever.” He looks around noticing all the spa supplies and takes a long, deep breath in through his nose. “What is all this shit? You brought stuff to pamper yourself?”

“No! Your mom set it up. It would be rude not to use it at least once.”

Jimin raises his eyes and head acknowledging your statement then walks into the toilet room and closes the door behind him. Resting your head back onto the bath pillow, you cannot believe he is using the toilet while you’re sitting there naked in the tub. He comes back out and washes his hand. Then sits on the edge of the tub.

“You’re getting a little too comfortable there buddy. Get out!”

“I’ve literally seen you in a bathing suit, not much left to the imagination there.” He touches all the bath oils, smelling each one slowly.

“Jimin, can you please go. This is weird. I know we’re besties but there are some boundaries, no?”

“Hurry up. I want to shower.” he huffs and walks out.

Unable to relax anymore you scrub your body clean and get out. After applying your nightly face products and body oil, you put your pajamas on and throw the robe overtop. When you walk out of the bathroom, Jimin is sitting on the edge of the bed scrolling through his phone.

“All yours, creeper.”

“Shut up,” he mumbles, walking past you.

The door shuts and you hear him click the lock. As the shower runs you set out clothes for tomorrow and make a mental checklist of everything they have to do tomorrow; the morning will start with coffee, of course, make more cookies, volunteer to deliver meals to the elderly, and then relax with another home cooked meal by Jimin’s dad. You take the robe off and hang it on the desk chair then climb in the bed and get under the covers. Jimin has already laid out extra blankets for him to use over the covers. You scroll through your phone a little but at the first yawn, you place it on the charger and close your eyes.

You hear Jimin come out and he starts ruffling through his suitcase loudly. Turning to tell him to be quiet, you see he also put on the fluffy robe. His wet hair is pushed back exposing his undercut and forehead. For a second, you admire his beauty, but then turn back over choosing not to say anything.

He turns off the light and climbs in bed, scooting close to you under the covers.

“Now what are you doing?”

“I’m cold and you’re already warm.”

“Jimin, just use the blankets you pulled out.”

“Body heat is better.”

“Is it your goal to piss me off in this fake relationship? Because you’re doing a damn good job.” You don’t mind the extra warmth, you just don’t want to blur the lines of your friendship. You do a lot together and share everything together, but something about being this close makes you a little hot and bothered.

“Please bestie, there’s no body pillow and I need something to help me get warm to fall asleep.” Jimin’s soft whine rides a wave into your ear, rousing a slight shiver down your spine.

“Fine,” you submit to his request.

“One more thing?”

“I think you’re out of requests,” you smile and shake your head.

“Will you…play with my hair?”

You turn to look at him and then immediately regret it because just like earlier, your eyes are locked on each other and his glint from the moonlight coming in through the window. Your noses are only a hairline apart, but neither of you move back. His features are sharp but soft, enchanting. His eyes roam down to your mouth as his lips part and his tongue flirts between them. You nibble your lower lip, close your eyes, and nod your head, ignoring the sparks in your chest. Jimin lowers his head to your chest so you can reach his hair.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Yeah, why?”

“Your heart sounds like it’s beating really fast.”

“Oh, uh, probably just the extra weight on me. I’m fine though.” Jimin hums in response and falls asleep without any hesitation.

With the weight of his limbs over you, it’s not long before your breath and muscles relax and you can feel sleep crawling over your body. Jimin stirs and buries his nose in your neck, the faint streams of warm air tickling your sensitive skin.

“Jimin?” you whisper, but there’s no response. You can tell by his breathing that he’s still asleep and you have become his body pillow. The extra warmth actually feels good, too good. You try to relax your body again, twisting your upper body slightly away from him, but he grips tighter and moans, mumbling something. “Are you awake?” you whisper again.

“Mmm, you smell so good Tay.” Now you’re sure he’s messing with you. You turn your face toward his, waiting for him to open his eyes and giggle. Slowly and slightly, his hips gently rock into your leg and you feel a lump pressed into you. You bite your lower lip, as excitement races through your veins. You feel his bulge twitch and swell against you, and while your brain is telling you to push him away, you take a deep, shaky breath and gently shake him.

“Jimin. Jimin please, move over.” He grunts and subconsciously does as you request. You let out a sigh of relief but now you’re electrified and wide awake, staring at the ceiling, wondering what the hell just went on through your body.

The next morning you wake up as the big spoon with your head pressed into Jimin’s back and arms wrapped around his waist. You quickly pull away and sit up, the movement jostling him awake. You turn to look out the french doors leading to the patio out back and gasp.

“What?!” Jimin sits up abruptly.

“Look! There’s deer at the wood’s edge.” You quickly get out of bed and open the door, walking toward the patio screen to get a closer look. Jimin runs after you with the blanket.

“You’re gonna freeze out here!” He has the blanket behind him like a cape then wraps it along with his arms around you, his body pressed firmly against your back. You feel warm and comfortable, trying to ignore the little butterflies in your stomach.

“How’d you sleep?” you ask him, ready to talk about last night.

“Man, I slept so good,” he says, extending his limbs in a stretch.

“I bet you did with your dick pressed against my leg while you had me pinned under your arms and legs!”

“WHAT! I’m so sorry! I– I didn’t know I was that close.” His eyes open wide and his cheeks have a pale pink tint to them.

“You were talking too,” you say, fishing for any inkling that he may have been awake.

“Wha–what did I say?”

Before you can say anything else, his mother calls your names and announces breakfast is ready.

Luckily the rest of the day was busy, filled with holiday activities that kept you both active and not too close for too long. You laughed a lot when Jimin and his dad got hit on by every grandma in town to whom you delivered meals. By the time dinner came around, things felt a little more normal. Since you have to be at your parent’s house for breakfast, you both spend the evening packing your luggage, leaving the room when each other showered, and sleeping with a wall of pillows between each other.

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On the short ride to your parent’s there is casual small talk mostly reminiscing about high school days. You have fun singing and grooving along to the road trip playlist so it never felt awkward.

When you pull into the driveway, Jimin shuts the engine off but stops you from getting out.

“Hey, Taylynn? I’m really, really sorry about the other night. We haven’t really talked about it, but I can tell it made you uncomfortable and I didn’t mean to cross any lines.”

You feel bad that he’s apologizing. Of course he wasn’t doing it on purpose and you feel terrible that he’s been beating himself up about it for who knows how long, knowing him, probably since the minute you told him.

“It’s okay, Jimin. I guess we can just say we’re closer than ever now,” you joke, “just keep your thing away from me for the rest of the weekend.” You give him a serious look then burst out laughing, rubbing your knuckles in his hair, fraying it in every direction.

“Why would you do that before we go in to see your parents?” Jimin puffs out, checking himself in the rearview mirror, pushing his hair back in its rightful position.

“Because, as your fake girlfriend, I love annoying the shit out of you.”

“I’m telling you…karma.”

You spend the next few hours eating, catching up with your parents, and also filling them in on how you and Jimin started dating. One thing you happened to notice, both sets of parents seem to be completely unphased, but genuinely happy. Like they were just waiting for this to happen one day.

Again you’re making cookies with Jimin in the kitchen. As you’re mixing, you get some of the dough on your finger, but as you sneak up behind Jimin and try to rub the mess on his face, he grabs your wrist and pulls your hand toward his mouth, licking your finger clean. You open your eyes wide and shriek, dropping the mixing bowl. Jimin catches the bowl but not without getting some of the dough on his fingers. He looks at his fingers and then to you.

“Jimin. No! Don’t do whatever you’re thinking!” you backpedal and try to get your socks to grip the kitchen floor so you can run.

He giggles and grabs the strings on the back of your apron before you’re able to get too far. You squeal from being pulled backwards and at the sight of his dirty hand coming for your face. You close your eyes tight as his fingers connect to your cheek and he pulls you closer. You open your eyes just in time to see his face next to yours and his tongue dart out, connecting with the dough on your cheek.

“GROSS!!” you cry, trying to escape.

“I told you…karma.” He lets you go still giggling and crosses his arms over his chest with the biggest smile, he’s so very proud of himself for getting revenge.

“Okay, okay! Even!” you call out while washing your face in the kitchen sink.

“That’s what I thought. Don’t mess with the best jokester there is, Taylynn.”

It’s finally time to open presents; a family tradition to do it on the evening of Christmas because your entire childhood, your parents worked Christmas day to make the extra money. You understood at a very young age that this holiday was about the time spent with each other, it didn’t matter what time of day.

You give your parents a joint gift that they could use together. A complimentary golf day at their favorite place where they won’t have to spend a dime. Everything is paid for, meals, the course, and a spa treatment. When it’s time to exchange gifts with Jimin he wants to open his first. You hand him a small box. As he opens it, his jaw drops.

“What? How did you know I wanted this watch? I’ve been saving up for it,” he runs his finger along the ridges in the brown leather.

“I saw it on your computer one day when I came over to watch a movie. There’s something else in there, too.” You know how much he loves charities so what better than to donate in his honor to his favorite charity, and let him wear the silver locket bracelet to remember.

“You donated to UNICEF? Tha–that’s so thoughtful. Thank you, so much.” Jimin is taken aback at how meaningful your gift is and almost forgets that he needs to get yours from the garage. He sets his gifts to the side and jumps up, skipping toward the door. You're talking to your parents when he comes back in and you see their faces light up. When you look at Jimin you see a huge bouquet of blush pink peonies with sage green stems, wrapped in a brown paper bag, as well as a large gift bag. He hands them both to you.

“Jimin… these are beautiful… and my favorite!”

“I know,” he replies shyly with a small smile.

You’re not sure why you are getting emotional over flowers. Something you often buy for yourself, but coming from Jimin– that makes you feel giddy, overly happy, and shocked. You peek into the bag, sans any tissue paper– true boyfriend style, and glance back at Jimin who looks a little anxious. As you’re pulling the purse out of the bag, you can see the signature Louis Vuitton pattern all over the canvas.

“Jimin…” you know this may have cost a fortune and there is no way you can accept it.

“Please don’t worry about the price, you know I’m a bargain shopper. But when I saw it, it screamed ‘Taylynn’. It matches those sunglasses you always wear and kind of matches the colors of the interior of your car.”

“I–”

“You never buy yourself expensive things so I thought I would do it for you.”

“I love it so much!” You hug the bag and then sniff the flowers. He laughs at how ridiculously cute you look hugging a purse, the smile on his face shining brighter than the sun. You set your gifts down and throw yourself in his arms, giving him the biggest hug. You feel his body relax as he holds on for just a little longer than usual.

A little later, there’s not much going on so you ask Jimin if he wants to make hot cocoa and go sit on the balcony to watch the sunset over the lake. As you're sitting there in the quiet, enjoying the view, it begins to flurry.

“The first snow,” Jimin coos into his mug of cocoa, “make a wish!” You both close your eyes and make a wish, keeping it to yourselves.

“Too bad it’s getting dark and we won’t be able to watch it cover everything.”

“I hope it snows a lot so we can build a snowman and have a snowball fight.”

“You’re such a child sometimes.” You love that about your best friend, even if his jokes can go too far and annoy you.

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The next morning you wake up alone. You hear everyone talking in the living room so you peak your head out. Jimin looks like he’s about to go visit an igloo.

“Finally! You’re awake! There is so much snow, I already shoveled for your dad so let’s go play! Get dressed!” Jimin declares.

“I haven’t even had coffee yet.”

“I have a thermos filled up for you! Brush your teeth and let’s go!”

You didn’t pack snow gear so you throw on layers of clothes hoping it’s enough to keep you warm. As much as you want to complain, this is Jimin’s favorite time of the year, and he joyfully agrees to do things you like to do all the time.

Outside you watch Jimin frolic around like a deer. The cold air quickly wakes you up and you slowly sip on the coffee he made for you. He makes snowballs and lines them up perfectly, one set for you and one set for him. Then he moves on to bigger snowballs to make a snowman. You run back inside to get rid of your coffee and grab a scarf for the snowman and as soon as you step foot outside, a snowball hits your leg. You look up at Jimin who has fallen on the ground from laughing. You walk the scarf to the snowman and wrap it around its neck, bend down to pick up a snowball, and walk toward Jimin who is now making a snow angel. When you get over him, you drop the snowball on his face.

“I don’t think you wanted to do that!” Jimin jumps up, startling you into a run, he catches you quickly and throws his arms around you in a back hug but pulling you to the ground too. You both land on your sides and he lets go, then straddles you and pins you in the freezing snow. He gathers snow in both hands and holds it over your head, “Say you’re sorry!”

“Never!” You yell and put your ice cold hands on his bare skin under his shirt. His arms instinctively pull into his body while he yelps, the snow dispersing on your sides. He doubles forward, his nose now touching yours. You both open your eyes wide and he pushes himself up to stand, then grabs your hands to pull you up. “Let’s go get warmed up,” he says, noticing your clothes are a little wet.

In the bedroom you’re both drying your hair after changing into dry attire.

“I can’t believe we got to see and play in the first snowfall together.”

“I know. I don’t even remember the last time I witnessed the first snowfall. I usually wake up to the middle or end of it.”

“Do you believe in the superstition?” Your heart speeds up with his question.

“What do you mean?”

“You know… if you witness the first snowfall with the person you like, true love will bloom.”

“Uh, I guess so–”

“Do you think… that could apply to us?” Jimin walks toward you and latches onto your hands.

“What?”

“We should date for real.” Jimin blurts out. You stand there frozen, heart racing, staring into his eyes. “These last few days I have seriously been wondering how I’ve let you be just my friend for all these years. You’re more than everything I could ever ask for in a partner. You made my heart race and gave me butterflies all weekend.” Now it’s your turn to blush in front of him.

“Jimin, I–”

“Before you reject me I need to get it all off my chest. I fall for you a little more each day. It’s actually driving me crazy. When we go back to the city, I don’t want to only see you on Sundays. I want to see you, everyday. I want to spend time with you, every single day.

“I–” you look down and take a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves before looking back at him, “I feel the same way.”

“You do?” Jimin says surprised and excited.

“Yeah, I really do,” you simper.

“I love you, Tay.” There’s that nickname again. Your heart flutters and you can feel your face flushing deeper with color. “I think I’ve loved you for a while, but this weekend really put it into perspective for me. I think we could be, should be, more than just friends. We already know everything about each other, no one has ever been so attentive at giving me a gift like you, and no one has ever felt like home more than you do.” Jimin stands there nervous, having just spilled his guts to you.

You look past him and see the flowers and purse he thoughtfully picked out for you. You think about the coffee he made you that tasted exactly as if you made it. The playfulness between you two in the snow and in the kitchen. How you were a team making cookies and cinnamon rolls. The butterflies you felt on a few different occasions. You do love your best friend so what’s the harm in letting him know.

“I love you too, Jimin. This weekend has been fun and I haven’t been this happy in, well, ever.”

“So you wanna, like, be official?”

“You mean, drop the fake title?”

“Yeah…what do you say?”

“I say… let’s do it, Boyfriend.” Jimin smiles so big, his beautiful brown eyes disappear. He suddenly lets go of your hands.

“Hold that thought,” he runs out of the room and comes back with what looks like a plant and some tape, he tip toes in the doorway and hangs the plant. “Come here, please.”

You walk toward him where he stands, “Is this mistletoe?” Your head is tilted back looking up, studying the smooth, oval leaves with white berries. You look back at him and his full lips.

Jimin leans in and softly places his lips on yours, lightly pulling your bottom lip between his. He sluggishly removes his lips from yours and rests his forehead on yours for a brief moment before speaking. “I loved my gifts, but honestly, the most perfect gift is you.”

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