I Like To Write (sometimes)

| in where It started off a normal Friday night out became the most important accident of a lifetime. it started off when your best friend Mina had dragged you to a rooftop bar in itaewon, the last thing you expected was to spend 3 hours talking to a stranger for the rest of the night. And that man just so happened to be the JEON JUNGKOOK.

Pairings - idol!jk x non!idol reader

Chapter warnings - fluff, a little angst, suggestive, kissing, smut, Jk being a absolute SIMP for his girl, oh and did I tell you fluff because there is ALOT of it, them just being couple goals.

(do not own any of these characters and this is purely just fanfic)

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The thing about living in Seoul for 5 years is that you stop being impressed by things. The Han river at sunset? Sure, pretty. Gyeongbokgung lit up at night? Sure it was nice. A rooftop bar in itaewon packed with overly pretty people on a Friday? Just another Friday.

That’s what you told yourself anyway.

As the night grew on Mina dragged you through the crowd by the wrist her other hand clutching her phone like it was a weapon which was typical of Mina. “I told you we needed to leave by eight” she shouted over the loud music “I told you”. You look at her and speak “you told me nine” she looks back “eight thirty” I respond back “that’s not eight”

She gave up with the arguing , she wouldn’t have won it with you anyway. Instead she pulled your wrist harder and you stumbled past a group of guys in some questionable bucket hats and tight skinny jeans, walked past a table of women celebrating something maybe a birthday? No maybe a breakup, or just the fact it was finally a Friday which meant looking forward to the weekend with no work — and finally out onto the terrace, where the air was cooler and the music was just a pulse beneath your feet.

“Okay” Mina dropped your wrist and smoothed her dress “we’re here. We’re fabulous. Drinks” I look at her “you didn’t tell me we were celebrating” she smirks at me that mischievous smirk like she was gonna do something stupid tonight “we’re celebrating the fact my boss approved my leave request and I don’t have to see his face for two weeks” she flagged down a sever. That’s worth at least three drinks tonight or more, definitely more” she winks. She was right because her boss was definitely a more than a dickhead he was one of those old creepy men that thought he was better than everyone else so yes it did call for celebratory drinks.

You laughed and Leaned against the terrace railing, looking out over the city. Seoul at night always did ignite something in you — all those city lights stacked up against the dark like someone had spilled a jar of fireflies across the hills. you’d come out from Busan to Seoul for a job opportunity and stayed because of moments like this. That was the truth even if you didn’t say it out loud to others.

“Stop thinking and and help me choose” Mina said, shoving the drinks menu at you. You had ordered something with a lot of alcohol something like a Long Island ice tea with far too much ice and turned back to the railing and that’s when you noticed him.

He was standing at the far end of the terrace, slightly apart from the group he was with, looking out at the same view. Dark jacket, hood half up, hands in his pockets. Not trying to be seen. There was something deliberate about the way he stood — like he’d found the one spot on the terrace where the light didn’t quite reach.

You looked away. Seoul was full of handsome men. Everyone knew that, it was a fact.

But then Mina pressed your drink into your hand and said “don’t look now” and of course you looked I mean that was the rule when someone says don’t look you have to anyway right? But of course, she meant him.

“Who is he?” You asked like a stupid person because right she would know a stranger looking at me but instead she just says “I said don’t look” I look at her again “you knew I’d look”. She laughed into her glass “I don’t know but I’ve been watching him for the last ten minutes and he keeps looking over here”

“At you?”

“No at you” she says sipping her drink. He was looking at me? I didn’t believe her. You sipped your drink and talked about her boss and the trip she was planning to jeju and whether or not you needed a new apartment. The normal things girls would speak about in their late 20s. Friday things. But every now and then you felt something, something like a pull like a thread being tugged from across the room and when you finally glanced over he was looking at the city again, or maybe he’d never been looking at you at all.

It was Mina who had moved first, because it was always Mina. She had said she needed the bathroom and disappeared, leaving you alone with your Long Island ice tea and the city lights and the distinct feeling of being watched. “You look like you’re trying to solve something” said a voice behind you.

You turned around. He’d moved without you noticing — or maybe you’d just stopped paying attention. Up close he was almost unfairly good looking. Strong jaw, dark eyes, lip piercing that just made him 10x more attractive. He was watching you with an expression that was hard to read. Curios, maybe. A little careful.

“Just looking at the view” you said

“Sure” he leaned on the railing next to you, not to close. “You’ve been staring at the same spot for twenty minutes, though”

I look at him “you’ve been watching me for twenty minutes?” The corner of his mouth moved. “Caught”. You didint say anything and neither did he. Below you Seoul kept doing its thing — taxis, neon lights and the distant sounds of someone’s music drifting up from the street.

“Do you come here a lot?” You asked, and then immediately wanted to die, because that was the worst sentence in the english language. But he just smiled— a real one this time, a little surprised, like he hadn’t expected you to be funny. “No not really, my friend picked it” he glanced back at his group “he has questionable taste”

“in bars?”

“In everything”

You laughed. He looked at you when you laughed, and something about the way he did it made you feel like you were the only person on the terrace.

His name, he told you was Jungkook.

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You had talked for two hours.

That wasn’t supposed to happen. You’d planned on two drinks, maybe three, a plate of something fried and home by midnight. Instead you ended up at a corner table with a man you’d met 2 hours ago and Mina had texted you a string of emojis that you chose to interpret as I’m fine, don’t worry about me and enjoy your evening.

Jungkook was easy to talk to. That was the disarming thing. He didint perform — didn’t lean forward too much or laugh too loudly or ask questions he clearly didn’t care about the answers to. He just listened. Actually listened. When you talked about your job — graphic design mostly for international clients, which meant weird hours and too much coffee — he asked follow up questions that made it clear he had heard every word.

“Do you like it?” He asked. I look at him “work? Yeah most of the time”

“There’s always a client who wants everything in comic sans” you watched him laugh. “What do you do?” A small pause echoed through the room before he spoke up “music” he said.

“Like producing? Or performing?”

“Both, Kind of”

“Are you good at it?”

He looked at you like that was the last question he'd expected. "I think so. I hope so." He turned his glass on the table. "It's hard to know. You get too close to it." "Yeah." You knew exactly what he had meant. "I have that with my personal work. The stuff I do for myself, not clients. I can't tell if it's good or if I just love it too much to see it clearly."

"Exactly." He said it quietly like you'd confirmed something. "Exactly that." His friends had mostly drifted inside. Mina had reappeared at some point, caught your eye from across the bar, given you a look that contained approximately six different emotions and disappeared again. You made a mental note to buy her dinner.

"Can I see your work?" Jungkook asked.

"Right now?"

"If you want." You pulled up your portfolio on your phone — not the client stuff but the personal pieces I had created, the ones you almost never showed people. He scrolled slowly, not rushing. He stopped on one a digital piece you made last winter, all blues and grays.A figure in a window looking out at a city that might have been Seoul or might have been nowhere.

"This one," he said.

"What about it?" I say

"It feels lonely but not in a sad way." He tilted his head slightly. "Like the person chose it."You stared at him. "That's yeah that's exactly what I was going for." He handed your phone back your fingers brushed and neither of you made a thing of it which somehow made it worse.

The bar was thinning out, the music had shifted to something slower, you were on your fourth drink, which was one more than you'd planned, and you were very aware of how close he was sitting — not inappropriately close, just close enough that you could have moved an inch and your shoulder would have touched his.

"I should probably find my friend," you said, not moving.

"Probably," he agreed, not moving either.

"She's going to have a lot of opinions." I say

"About what?" He says

"About this” you gestured vaguely at the table, at him, at the general situation. He smiled "What is this?"

"I don't know yet." He looked at you for a moment really looked, the kind of look that makes you feel slightly transparent — and then he said

"Do you want to get out of here?"

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Summary - in where at the rooftop bar a certain someone gets too close beyond liking to your boyfriend and you get a little possessive.

Warnings - jealousy, possessiveness, suggestive, kissing, Jungkook being a simp for his girl.

Pairings - idol!jk x idol!fem reader

( I do not own any of these characters and this is purely just fanfic)

You weren’t even supposed to come here, both your friends practically begged you two to come to the new rooftop bar in gangnam and now we are here.

The first time Jungkook noticed it he thought it was funny.

But the second time he wast so sure about that.

And by the third look from you he was so certain that you were jealous. Not in some toxic or dramatic way. You didn’t throw any drinks, you didn’t start an argument, you didn’t make any scenes.

It really wasn’t your thing to do.

But instead simply became very,very possessive after all he was your man and you made sure she knew that.

“No seriously get your hands off my man”

It didn’t come out my mouth directly but it played in my head over and over again.

He was there standing at the bar talking with his friends when she walked up to him.

It was winter. Of course it was winter always wanted something to do with Jungkook even if he was with me she made it very clear from the start and she would do anything to have him but then I came into the picture and started dating.

Of course theres backstory between why me and winter don’t like each other it was never about jungkook until recent.

I was the main vocalist and leader of the group aespa. There were four other members Karina, Giselle, ningning and of course winter. Winter never liked me from the start it was obvious to everyone I had everything the visuals, the voice and the public loved me and she didn’t like that.

and ever since me and Jungkook started dating she hated that more.

Across the room, my eyes narrowed

Just slightly

But fortunately for Jungkook he caught it.

And Jungkook being Jungkook he had to bite back a grin.

And there it was she looked up at him with those eyes those “I want to fuck you” eyes she giggled at something he said she even had the audacity to touch his arm.

My jaw tightened.

And I swear she looked over to me and leaned in closer to him

That’s what pissed me off the most she knew what she was doing she knows.

My hands gripped my cocktail glass harder my eyes glued to the interaction

She was doing this on purpose to mess with me

He looked at me across the rooftop it was just one look and he knew. He knew that look that look of “im about to commit a crime if she touches you one more time” and before he could come over to me I walk over to him instead.

Almost instantly jungkooks hand settled on my waist

Warm

Protective

Reassurance

“Hi baby” he says looking down at me I don’t say anything but instead look at the girl infront of me my eyes showed the irritation and possessiveness.

“Hi winter” I say with a tight smile my tone dripping with fake sweetness and she caught it

“hi” she says back looking between me and Jungkook as she takes a step back

“I was just congratulating Jungkook on the new bts album” she says almost quietly not so confident now

“Yeah sure you were, listen I don’t know what your problem is with me but don’t try to mess with my relationship with my man” I say voice laced with irritation

I grab jungkooks hand and lead him away from her

He looks down at me and smiles his hand still on my waist

“You’re so fucking sexy when you’re possessive baby” he says his breath tickling my ear

“I’m not possessive”

“Mhm you definitely are”

His thumb brushed my against my side a tiny movement but still there.

And yet somehow it was enough to send heat rushing through your entire body. “You were ready to fight her” he said smirking, that damn smirk.

“No I wasn’t”

“You were”

“I wasn’t”

“Mhm okay”

I pout and he laughs.

That laugh could make any woman melt it was warm and unfairly attractive.

“You know” he said lowering his voice “I kinda like it” and that sentence alone made my heart beat faster. I look up at him my voice barely audible “what…?” His finger tucks my hair behind my ear “the jealousy”

His gaze dropped to my lips then back to my eyes I caught it

It was deliberate and slow like he wanted me to see it he was tryna fuck with me and god it was working.

“You do?”

He lets out a small “mhm”

His fingers tightened slightly around my waist “it means you want me” and I swear when he said that his voice went huskier and that tone made my knees feel weak. Jeon Jungkook knew what he was doing

Of course he did.

His hands firmly sat on my waist and he slowly backed me up into the corner of the rooftop bar. It was dark only the moon lit up the corner.

It was obvious from earlier he only wanted me not winter not some other girl it was me that he wanted he made that absolutely clear to any girl who tried approaching him but it didint stop me from being jealous I mean he was the biggest kpop idol what woman wouldn’t want him right?

But when his eyes found me those godamn big dark doe eyes the jealousy in me faded and instead my heart beater faster.

It made our surroundings disappear

The crowd

The music

The people

It was all gone.

I just felt like it was only me and him in this world.

His hand goes to my check holding my face to look up at him. The height difference between me and Jungkook was obvious he was tall and muscular with those tattoos that made him just look so much more sexier. Something that people don’t know my name is tatted on him.

His body pressed close to mine enough to blur any thoughts in my mind. “You know what” me murmured. “What…?” I say almost out of breath he wets his bottom lip and says in a low voice “if you wanted my attention you could’ve just asked”

My cheeks tint a slight pink

“I always have you’re attention kookie” it was that nickname that made him sigh

Almost immediately he let out a “yeah”

“Yeah you do”

And for a good 30 seconds silence overtakes us his hand still on my cheek until he speaks

“You know nobody compares to you right?”

Fuck.

“Jungkook-“

That’s when he really looks into my eyes

“I’m serious” his voice dropped lower the recent teasing tone gone “I only look for you in the room” the confession settled between between us.

And suddenly I couldn’t remember why I was annoyed or jealous in the first place when this man just proved his point and made it clear that there’s no one else for him and fuck that made me feel weak.

His eyes lingered on my lips again

The tension was undeniable

Neither of us moved

Neither of us said a word until i did

“You keep looking at me like you want to kiss me”

“Maybe I do”

That’s all it took for me to crash my lips onto his, he kissed back immediately his tounge finding mine his hand on the back of my neck whilst the other firm on my waist.

In 20 minutes we were back in his penthouse his hands all over me

We stumble into the room my back hitting the mattress. He looks at me with blown out pupils his hair messy from my fingers running through them his lips swollen from kissing

He undoes his belt with one hand

Fuck that was hot

He gets on the bed and crashes his lips onto mine again this time it was messy like he was hungry for me and I was the same he pulled back and looked at me “fuck your so pretty princess” I sighed at that name

He wastes no time undoing my dress and throwing it across the room

I was left in nothing but a matching dark blue lace. His pupils dilated he wanted me he was hungry.

And all night he made sure I knew I was the only one I wanted.

“ I love you miss possessive”

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Okay guys how do we feel about this fic?!

This is my first post so I know it won’t be the best but I hope you loved it as much as I loved writing it!! Jungkook is definitely a simp for reader!