may's imajeonation

he was allergic to flowers. but he gets them for you anyway because he knows how much you love them.

⟢ pairing: neighbor!jungkook x fem!reader

⟢ genre: fluff, a teensy little bit of angst if you squint

⟢ warnings: none, this fic so cute. except maybe for an annoying co-worker. oh and maybe swearing. y/n seems to love swearing.

⟢ word count: ~2.2k

author’s note. so I had an appointment a few days ago. and while queuing (with no internet connection, might I add—how did people live before wifi connections?? let alone, phones??), I had nothing else to do so I started writing to pass the time. I eventually finished it at home bc I couldn’t stop thinking about it lol.

anyway, here’s the fruit of what felt like hours of waiting at the doctor’s office! enjoy!

Ding! Your phone buzzes on your desk just as you shut down your computer.

You were beyond exhausted, and you can’t wait to just get home.

“I’m here :)” you read Jungkook’s text. He never disappoints. You tell him he didn’t have to pick you up every time, but he reasons your workplace was en route home.

You knew it wasn’t, and he had to detour to a ten minute drive, but he insisted anyway.

You text back a quick ‘omw’, pack your stuff, and head to your building’s elevator. The moment it opens though, you internally wince, seeing a dreaded face inside.

“Y/n!” the man happily calls your name, completely disrupting your peace. His tie was all shriveled up, his hair a mess. You wonder why he’s still even in this company where you almost didn’t get hired because your coat was slightly crumpled during your interview.

It wasn’t your fault that the subway was packed that morning.

You swear, the management has its favorites.

“Hey, Jun-hee,” you force a smile, heading inside the confined space. You had no choice, you wanted to get home as quickly as possible.

It’s not like you hated Jun-hee. He’s a smart guy. He’s just messy at times. Oh, and has probably hit on every other girl in your workplace.

It seems like you’re his new target now.

“You haven’t replied to my text, pretty face. Busy much?” he quips, and annoyingly so.

Never mind, you do hate him. Despise him to your core.

“Yeah, sorry ‘bout that.” you mutter.

“Come on now, I just wanna take you to a cute little date. Get to know you more.” he yaps in that high-pitched, annoying voice of his.

You know what he’s saying isn’t true. He just wanted to sleep with you.

“Jun-hee, for the nth time, I’m not interested.” you visibly see him pout, and you internally cringe. What the fuck is this man on?

The elevator finally dings to your favor, and he follows you outside. “Just give me one chance, yeah? I swear I’ll make it worth your while.”

You continue walking, spotting Jungkook’s black benz parked just outside your building’s entrance.

“Do you have a ride home? I can take you.” God, this man just won’t leave you alone.

You let out a breath, forcing a polite smile. “No need, my boyfriend’s here.”

It’s a lie you’ve told before—sometimes to escape creeps at bars, sometimes just to make your mom stop setting you up with her friends’ sons.

Your mom’s still waiting for you to bring him home.

Except, the whole boyfriend thing is a lie and you can’t actually. But, who are you to complain?

You can see an amused expression flash on Jun-hee’s face, like he doesn’t believe your words at all.

A faint click of a car’s door echoes, catching your attention. Jungkook probably spots you exiting the building, because you hear his car’s door open and close, followed by quiet sounds of footsteps on the pavement.

Jun-hee, as self-absorbed as he is, is probably too busy admiring his reflection on the building’s shiny exterior to notice anything else—always stuck in his own little universe where he’s the center of gravity and every woman is supposed to orbit around him.

“Your boyfriend’s picking you up? You’ve never mentioned you had one” he drawls, adjusting his tie like he’s posing for an invisible audience. “Do you even have one at all?”

The fucking nerve of this asshole.

“He’s here,”

A voice comes from behind him, calm, deep, and unmistakably Jungkook’s.

Jun-hee turns, and visibly stiffens in front of you.

You smile at Jungkook, maybe a little too brightly, relief instantly flooding through your chest. “Hey, koo.”

Jungkook smiles back with his boyish demeanor, but then takes one glance at Jun-hee, then back at you. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” you reply, quick and casual. “Just ran into my co-worker.”

Jun-hee laughs awkwardly at that. “Co-worker and friend,” he adds, puffing his chest just a little.

Again, the nerve of this dude. You want to punch him in the face right there and then so he can’t make use of it anymore to prey on every woman he sees. It’s not like it’s working, anyway.

Jungkook hums, clearly unimpressed at the man. “Ah. Nice to meet you.” he steps forward, extending his tattooed hand. His tone was calm and polite, but there’s something in his gaze that makes Jun-hee’s annoying smirk falter.

They shake hands briefly. Jun-hee looks like he’s ready to bolt.

He does just that. “Well, I should…get going” he mumbles, scratching his neck. “See you at work, Y/n.”

You offer a tight-lipped smile. “Sure.”

As Jun-hee walks away, Jungkook turns to you, his brow raised. “That the annoying Jun-hee guy you always talk about?” he whispers.

“Yeah, he’s insufferable.” you whisper-scream, so much so that you think Jun-hee hears it from where he ran to.

“Friend, huh?” he teases.

You groan. “Don’t start.”

Jungkook grins, the tension fading instantly. “Couldn’t help it. You looked like you were about to murder him.”

“Almost did,” you mutter, crossing your arms. “Thanks for saving me, by the way.”

He shrugs. “Anytime.” Then, more teasingly, “Though I did hear something about being your boyfriend?”

You flush. “It was a convenient excuse!”

He chuckles, leading you to the car and opening the passenger door for you.

Before you enter, though, you scrunch your eyebrows. “Hey! You were the one who claimed to be my boyfriend. That ‘he’s here’ dialogue.” you imitate him.

He snorts. “Get in, Y/n.”

“Pfft. You just wanted to act cool!” you tease, slipping inside his car, and he simply laughs and shuts the passenger door in response.

Jungkook walks over to the driver’s side, getting in and shutting the door behind him. He glances at you for a second, before starting his car. “Tiring day?” he asks, in which you hum in response. “As always.”

You settle in the seat, sighing as the day finally melts off your shoulders. The familiar scent of his perfume lingers faintly—clean, warm, and so very him—but there’s something else too. Sweet. Floral.

You blink, glancing around until your eyes land in the backseat.

“Jungkook,” you gasp. “Are those flowers?”

The corner of his lips twitch up when he sees your expression. “Yeah,” he says, like it’s the most casual thing in the world.

And that’s when you notice his nose—slightly red, eyes a bit glassy.

“They’re for you.” he smiles cheekily.

You can only groan in response. “You’re kidding me. You got me flowers? You’re allergic to flowers!”

He laughs, voice soft. “I know.”

“That’s not funny! You could’ve sneezed yourself into another dimension.”

He throws you a grin, one hand casually resting on the steering wheel. “I passed by the shop and thought of you. They had your favorite ones, lillies, right?”

You press your lips together, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably. “That’s not the point, Jungkook.”

“Sure it is,” he says, mock-serious. “I mean, if my girlfriend–”

“Not girlfriend,” you interrupt quickly.

He raises a brow, clearly enjoying this. “–if my girlfriend likes flowers, then obviously I’m buying them. Even if I have to risk my life for it.”

You snort. “Risk your life? You sneezed, like, twice.”

“Three times,” he corrects with mock indignation. “And it burned.”

You can’t help but laugh, cheeks warm. “You’re ridiculous.”

“But you smiled, so I’d say it was worth it.” He says, glancing at you with that easy smile.

You roll your eyes, trying to hide the way your heart flutters at that.

He drives the car forward, hands fixed on the steering wheel. “See? You’re smiling.” he steals a glance at you.

As the car hums softly down the road, you glance back at the bouquet—pink and white petals glowing under the streetlights—and then at Jungkook, sniffling beside you but still grinning like an idiot.

Your chest pangs.

It’s subtle, but it’s there. A tiny tug of guilt you can’t quite shake off.

Because once upon a time, Jungkook had actually meant it when he said he liked you. Back when you first moved into your building—fresh from graduation, bursting with ambition and plans that didn’t have space for anything else. You remember the day clearly: his shy confession over coffee and your carefully practiced smile when you turned him down.

You’d told him you wanted to focus on yourself, on your career, on the life you’d been working toward for years. And it was true. Every word of it. You didn’t want distractions, didn’t want to risk losing focus, even if that distraction had been someone like Jungkook, all warmth and patience and charm.

He’d only smiled then, nodding with that soft understanding you didn’t deserve. “Friends, then,” he’d said. And he meant it.

Now, months later, he’s still here. Still driving you home, still looking at you like you hung the stars, still buying you flowers even though his allergies are probably killing him.

The irony isn’t lost on you. He already acts like your boyfriend, even when you were the one who said you couldn’t have one.

You steal another glance at him. His cute pointy red nose, soft messy hair, big tired doe-like eyes, but smiling anyway—and your chest tightens again.

“You’re insane, you know.” you murmur, your voice softer this time.

He glances at you, grinning. “You keep saying that, but you’re still here.”

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. “You’re the one who keeps showing up.”

“Yeah, well,” he says, shrugging one shoulder, “someone’s gotta make sure you actually go home and not back to the office to ‘fix one last email.’”

You gasp dramatically. “I do not do that!”

He snorts. “You literally did that last week.”

“That was one time!”

“Uh-huh.” He glances at you again, lips quivering. “Face it, you’re a workaholic.”

You huff, turning toward the window to hide your smile. “At least I’m passionate.”

He hums in agreement. “I know. That’s one of the things I like about you.”

Your breath catches. He says it so easily, so casually, that you almost wonder if he realizes what he just said. But when you meet his eyes, there’s that same soft fondness you’ve come to know too well. The kind that feels safe, but dangerous all the same.

You look away first. “You’re gonna make me feel bad for turning you down, you know.”

He chuckles under his breath. “That’s not the goal.”

“Good,” you say quickly. “Because I—”

“—already felt bad, I know.” He finishes for you, tone light but knowing. “You don’t have to. Really. Like I’ve said before, I just want to be here. You don’t have to do anything in return.”

You glance back at him, and he smiles—that same boyish, easy smile that makes something in your chest bloom and ache all at once.

“Jungkook,” you sigh, half fond, half exasperated. “You’re supposed to hate me a little.”

He laughs. “Nah. Not when you look that happy with flowers I nearly died for.”

You roll your eyes, but the laugh that escapes you is soft, unguarded. Maybe it’s the exhaustion, or maybe it’s the quiet hum of the car, but when you look at him again, something gentle settles in your chest.

Jungkook’s still sniffling, fighting off another sneeze as he drives, but there’s this calm to him. Like he doesn’t mind any of it—not the detour, not the allergies, not the fact that you once said no.

You rest your chin against your palm, watching the city blur past your window. You used to think love was a distraction, something that could slow you down, pull you away from the version of yourself you were trying so hard to become. But with Jungkook, it never feels that way. He never asks for your time, only offers his. Never demands space, just quietly makes room beside you.

Your gaze drifts to the bouquet in the back seat. The petals tremble slightly with the motion of the car, their color soft and full of life. A few specks of yellow pollen cling everywhere.

But sometimes, the things that make you sneeze are also the things that make you smile.

You glance at Jungkook once again, and your heart does that stupid little stutter.

Maybe love’s a bit like pollen, too. Inconvenient, messy, impossible to control, but worth it, somehow.

He catches your gaze and grins despite the redness in his eyes. “You’re staring,” he teases.

You roll your eyes, trying to hide the smile tugging at your lips. “Just wondering how you’re still breathing.”

“Barely,” he says, dramatically sniffing.

You shake your head, laughing quietly, and lean back into your seat. The car fills with that soft, familiar silence that only exists between people who don’t need words to be comfortable.

The faint scent of the flowers thread through the air—sweet and persistent, just like him.

You close your eyes, thinking that maybe, even if you tried, you wouldn’t be able to keep him out anymore.

Because, if you think about it, Jungkook’s like pollen.

He lingers in the air long after he’s gone, settling quietly on everything he touches.

And no matter how hard you try,

You can’t help but breathe him in.

pairing: jeon jungkook x female reader

wc: 1.15k

rating: 18+

warnings: attempt on sexual intercourse (never continued), heavy language, make-out session, what else... oh, and reddened butts

summary: you were having a peaceful shower when your boyfriend suddenly shows up, and let's say things get berry intimate, until your talent of clumsiness decides to bubble up. (puns intended)

"Fuck" you whispered, the bar of soap annoyingly slipping out of your hold. Carefully bending down to grab the cleansing concoction, a curse left your mouth yet again as it slipped across the bathroom tiles.

"You know what, fuck you" scoffing in annoyance, you placed your hand on the cold, tiled wall to support yourself on standing up. "Body wash exists for a reason" 

Turning the knob that controls the shower head above you, you let the cold air hit you as your nude body approached the cabinet. Finally finding what you were looking for, you took the bottle before smiling to yourself. 

It was Jungkook's favorite body wash. Well, it's his favorite when you use it, due to its strong (but not too strong) strawberry scent. Usually, you reserve it only for the times Jungkook would be over, since you got this abroad and not to mention, way out of your budget when it comes to soap. But you definitely didn't mind using it now.

Just when you were about to return to your previous spot, the bottle somehow slips from your grip making you extremely furious. You were supposed to have a relaxing, me-time, yet here you are, being the clumsiest person to ever exist. "what th—"

"—E FUCK" 

You screamed, hugging yourself tight as you involuntarily took the closest thing to you and raised it up as a weapon to defend yourself from the unknown intruder. 

Oh, it definitely wasn't an intruder. 

Though you would consider him as one as you stood in this position.

"JEON?? WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU BARGE IN LIKE THAT" 

"Woah woah, calm down. You might hit me with that,…" he paused, stifling a laugh. Raising your eyebrow, you noticed your tight grip on the toilet brush. 

"What are you doing showering with a toilet brush?" tilting his head, you dropped the said item before rolling your eyes. "And what the hell are you doing here, Jeon? Can't you see I'm showering?" 

"You left the door open." 

"Doesn't mean you could just enter like that," you scoffed, closing the shower curtains to block him from your view, in which he shoved back open, allowing him to get a view of your bare back— and, well, your arse. "But, I smelled the strawberry"

"Hmm, black lace laid on your bed… bathroom door open, and my favorite strawberry showergel. It's like you were expecting me, were you?"

Well, he wasn't quite wrong. You had a small, very tiny feeling he'd come, considering that it was a Friday, and no big events were planned the next few days, though you never really intended all those things he just said— it was just a mere coincidence. 

"Koo, let me finish showering" you spoke, and although your back faced him, you can envision his smirk in your mind. "Hm. Alright then," hearing a tad bit of disappointment in his voice, you can't help but feel disappointed yourself

 You didn't think he'd give in so—

"Gosh, you and your shower gel really turns me on," 

Oh. Nevermind. Spoke too soon.

Turning your head around, your mouth hung open as you saw his naked body standing behind you. "What the fuck?

"When did you… undress yourself?" looking at him only on his face, you try your best to not drift your eyes further away. 

"Just now." opening your mouth, you close if back shut halting whatever you were about to say. Well, you had nothing to say anyways.

You rolled your eyes, facing back the front as you felt him wrap his arms around your waist, and place his chin on your shoulder. "Can I fuck you?" he asked ever so casually, as if he was a child asking permission to borrow someone's phone.

"I- uh- isn't shower sex a little bit too overrated?" 

Lifting his face up, he removed his hold from your waist and spoke, "You know, I wouldn't say no to such a wonderful, charming boyfriend like me. Do you know ho‐"

His words paused, as you made a rather bold movement to shut him up. Lips firmly pressed against his, you can feel his smile through the kiss, and his arms snaking back to your waist. 

Separating from the soft kiss, Jungkook's forehead leaned against yours, a grin appearing on his face. "You were talking too much." you let out in almost a whisper.

"I knew it would work," you rolled your eyes, but to prevent you from running away from him (and possibly rejecting him), Jungkook acted fast to bring your lips back to his, in which you immediately melted in. 

Not parting from each other, Jungkook gently pressed you against the cold wall, the sound of water droplets from the shower head echoing through the room. Though it was wasting tons of water, you were too caught up in the moment to even care.

Parting to both catch your breaths, Jungkook once again leaned his forehead against yours, his lidded eyes scanning your body. "I missed you so much," 

"Hm., is that why you couldn't wait until I finished showering?" you put on a confident smile, your hands crawling up to your fiance's neck. Jungkook only hummed in response, as you scanned his face, kissing the mole below his lips afterwards.

No exchange of words were heard afterwards, as Jungkook cupped your face to kiss you once again. The feeling was amazing— you knew you felt it hundreds and thousands of times before yet butterflies won't ever stop fluttering in your stomach whenever he does this, kiss you. 

Knee pressing against your center, you couldn't help but let out a moan at the sudden contact, allowing him to kiss you even deeper. His warm hand was caressing your waist, making you absolutely crazy.

Pulling away from the heated kiss, both of your panting filling the room. Seeing water still running from the shower head, you gently pushed your lover away to turn it off.

But, things seemed to happen so fast.

The bar of soap you screamed at earlier slid beneath your feet, as you closed your eyes preparing for the impact, but for a second, you felt a weight holding you up until you hit the slippery tiles butt first with a loud thump.

Groaning in unison, you widen your eyes to realize that Jungkook slipped with you as well. "Fuck," he muttered, rubbing his behind which was sore from the impact. 

"Oh my god," you whispered, turning around to face him. From the looks of it, it seems like Jungkook was the one much more hurt at the moment. 

"God, you almost crushed my dick" he winced, a laugh slipping out your mouth, which you immediately stifled. "Oh my god, are you okay?" you spoke, trying hard to conceal your laughter.

"You know, I should be the one laughing at you right now. Really? Slipping on a bar of soap? While making out with me?" he said, obviously jokingly. 

pairing: Jungkook x female reader

word count: 1111

rating: 18+; mentions of dark themes, implicit language, and mature subjects.

friends-with-benefits!AU; frenemies-to-lovers!AU

summary: fuck buddies— that was what you thought you were. fuck buddies— ever since you drunkenly met at his nightclub. fuck buddies— even when he already had an existing soon-to-be spouse. what happens though, when his fiancee seemingly breaks off their soon-to-be marriage and leaves the two of you... alone? together?

disclaimer: I do not promote the use of nicotine in my work, or at all. It can be a very dangerous substance and I frankly despise it due to its significant contribution to our planet's economy (in a good way) but also its contribution to humanity and the environment in a very bad way. It's like— heaven and hell. But mostly hell.

Fluttering your eyes from your not-so-deep slumber, you let out a sigh, not feeling a single drop of presence beside you. Pushing yourself up, you sat down on the mattress tightening your hold on the white sheets that were covering your almost-naked body. 

Suddenly, a faint yet familiar scent filled your nostrils as you looked out the balcony. It was him. 

You stood up, a small smile creeping up your face without you realizing. Taking slow steps, you dragged the sheets along with you as you went and grabbed Jungkook’s sweater that was scattered on the floor, pulling it over your head and wearing it afterwards.

You slid the glass door open, a small shiver running through you due to the coldness of the outside world. “It’s cold, you should head back inside,” his deep, angelic voice spoke, as you simply chuckled in response. “Then you should too” 

Settling beside him, you leaned your elbows on the railing, enjoying the view that laid upon you. “What’s wrong?” you asked softly, keeping your gaze on the view. Jungkook paused, slowly directing his head towards you. “...and, what do you mean by that?” 

“I’ve noticed how you’d only smoke, when there’s something going on.” exhaling the addictive smoke, Jungkook unknowingly smiled at your statement. Perhaps, you knew him more than he thought you did. 

“What?” you asked, noticing a smile on his face. “You’re not making fun of me, are you?” straightening your stance, you faced him and crossed your arms. “What? No,” he responded with a chuckle, making your expression soften. 

His response wasn’t what you’d normally expect. Heck, in these kinds of situations, he would normally reply with sarcasm, or even something quite rude. But no, and that left you— well, quite concerned.

You watched him as he crumbled his cigarette, placing it on the cigarette tray that was placed right beside him, on top of the thick railings.

"Hmm," you hummed, your voice slightly unstable from the cold wind that gushed through. "Are you cold?" you scoffed, mostly from the fact that he was wearing a thin, black t-shirt.

"I should be the one asking you that." you whispered, but it was loud enough for him to hear. You leaned your elbows on the railings once again, closing your eyes for a brief moment. 

"I'm sorry I only ever call you when, I don't know, need a good fuck?" he chuckled at the last part, though you knew it was at least sincere. Placing your face on the palm of your hands, you yawned.

"Isn't that what we are? Fuck buddies?" you lousily said. Perhaps you were simply really sleepy, but that just unknowingly slipped out of your mouth. Jungkook paused, as you parted your lips— you had no idea what to say next.

"...then, what are we?" you asked softly, looking down, to observe the empty streets under your hotel balcony. It indeed was empty, yet bright lights still occupied the space. 

Well, the hotel you two stayed in was quite the fancy type. You were the one who selected it, as you adored the vibe it gives off.

Because whenever you and Jungkook plan to— well, have pleasuring sexual intercourse, either of you would have the option to choose a place to do so. And as cliche as it may sound, you loved it.

There was a moment of silence, but it astonishingly wasn't an awkward one— a comfortable one, rather. Well, for you, at least. 

"What do you want us to be?" the man beside you finally spoke, or perhaps, whispered, but at this point that didn't matter. You chuckled, lifting your gaze up back to the moon in front of you. 

"Here you go again, throwing back questions at me. Do you know how annoying that can be sometimes?" you jokingly said, transferring your gaze to Jungkook. You watched as he chuckled, a smile creeping up his face.

Averting your gaze back in front of you, you felt Jungkook's presence behind you, as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You felt his heart beating behind you, while he placed his chin on your shoulder.

"You should've done this a while ago. It's so cold" slightly whining, you placed your hands on his, as you both admired the sight in front of you. 

Or so you thought. You soon realized that he was staring at your side profile, even while his face was literally on your elbow. You were about to speak, just when he interrupted you. "You should be my girlfriend" 

You paused, even trying to stop yourself from smiling too much. "Hmm. Should I?" you responded, as he clicked his tongue. “Do you know how annoying it is when you throw a question ba-” 

“Shut the fuck up.” you interrupted him, rolling your eyes as he was trying to mock you. Earning a giggle in response, his arms wrapped around tighter around you, bringing you even closer, if that was even possible. “You should though.”

A few moments of silence passed by, and you knew exactly what your answer was going to be. You just didn't know how to say it properly. Well, to put it simply, you were trying to think of the best way to execute your answer. 

You both love each other, and you both knew it. Perhaps you both were just waiting for the “perfect timing”.  Falling in love with each other was really unexpected, considering the fact that you both met in his nightclub while he was about to be engaged. It was only supposed to be a one-night-stand. 

But no, things grew from then on. Eventually you two met coincidentally again, and let’s just say you two ended up in bed… again. What about his engagement, one may ask. Turns out, the girl he was about to be married to was strongly against it, leading to the contract being broken off.

It’s quite a long story, really. But after a few fucks (maybe more than a few), you were in this position, about to-

“I mean you could, I’m not forcing you or anything it’s just that-” he spoke, completely interrupting your train of thoughts. “Yes” you hastily answered, guilty that maybe your silence worried him. “Huh. I thought you were about to reject me” he spoke after processing your single answer. “I was thinking of a way to ‘creatively’ accept your proposal, but I guess a ‘yes’ works as well.” 

Jungkook laughed, but he immediately tried to stop himself from doing so. “You looked like a lot was on your mind” 

“Oh, a lot really was. In a good way, of course.” turning around, you faced Jungkook as his breath still had a small scent from smoking. “You should stop smoking”

“I know.” a comfortable silence grew, leaving you two just admiring each other’s facial features.

“So you’re my girlfriend now.” you nodded, smiling softly. “And you’re my boyfriend”

“Does that mean I can fuck you again?” he paused, making you drop your mouth open. “What th-”

“Seriously, my dick, it’s cold.”