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Synopse: Jeon Jungkook want to take a rest, a little rest from his fast moving life. To find where his peace belongs, to find where he belongs.

Genre: childhood friends to lover?, angst, slow burn, slice of life, coming of age.

Pairing: idol Jungkook × oc

Warning: stalking, cursing, fighting, abusive language, bully, possesive, controlling, short chapters, more?

Status : ongoing

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Synopse: Jeon Jungkook want to take a rest, a little rest from his fast moving life. To find where his peace belongs, to find where he belongs.

Genre: friends to lover? Angst,

Pairing: idol jungkook × oc

Standing in front of his hometown door, he felt his eyes droopy, he felt his heart beat decrease, he felt he needed to sit on the floor and sleep in the presence of his home.

Jungkook counts his breath when he tries to call his mother. It was six breaths, when Jungkook lifted his fist to beat against the wooden door. It was the seventh breath when Jungkook held his mother's eyes to his, it was whimpers and lots of sniffing when jungkook cried in her arms.

He unfolded the hoodie and put it on the rack before closing the door and putting his bag on top of the wardrobe before going inside the bathroom, the itching and irritated feeling from his skin soothing when the cold water washed it down.

His hand continuously rubbed his hair with a towel as he sat on his bed, sighing as he looked around, the colour, the figures, the book, and the collection all welcomed him in his room. Laying on bed and throwing the wet towel on the chair, he doesn't feel the need to put his clothes on as he is going to sleep now, getting inside the comforter he closed his bedside lamp and let the dark consume him.

Tired from traveling, his mind allowed him to sleep and for the first time in a long time Jungkook slept throughout the night.

Groaning softly, he shifted in the bed cover and peeled one eye open. Sunlight spilled through the open curtains onto his pillow, lightning the dimensions and color of the room. He rubbed his puffy eyes.

"What place is it?” He asked through a yawn.

When no one responded he opened his eyes fully this time, he shot upright at the sight of his baby pictures. Memories of last night flooded his mind, he exhaled in familiarity.

Jungkook rubbed his hair and stretched his upper body while sitting inside his cover. After swinging his leg over the side, he dragged his naked body into the bathroom to wash himself. He washed his face with cold water and brushed his teeth. After putting on some cream he brushes his hair and closes the door, putting a boxer, loose jeans and a cotton t-shirt he makes himself more presentable before exiting his room.

He padded down the stairs, he paused at the smell of banana bread and smiled, the tired weight he had been feeling was left behind when he spotted his mother in the kitchen.

Being her own designer, his mother decorated the house in different musical notes coming together on the sheet of page: wooden surfaces, green carved cupboard, hidden drawers and shelves. With the pieces of furniture no one saw, to the flowers of the garden everyone adorned, his mother made this house a home where he felt like his older self at home and not Jungkook on stage.

“Morning, mum.” He kissed her cheeks whe he stand beside her, his mother smile and trace his puffy cheeks, “morning, sleep well ?” She turned back to the brewing Stew.

“Yes. Thank you for cleaning my room.” Jungkook smile in gratitude and go over to the one of drawers to open it, “always dear.” He take out cutlery and set it on the table, “where is everyone?” His curious doe eyes didn't find anyone.

“Father was on trip with his friend, for related to some work and your brother had some work with his colleagues, so it's just me and you on your welcome back breakfast.” She explain while pouring stew on the bowls.

“ I want my time with my mother alone anywa.” He mumbled without intention to hear as he poured the water in glass while his mother brought the side dishes on the table, “what do you want to eat for lunch?” She asked.

Jungkook laughed as he picked the main dish, “I haven't even finished the breakfast, mum.”

They laughed and chatted, joked and teased. His mother listens about the story from his tour and he listens to their relative's story he had missed during his years in the group. It was long, and Jungkook felt that now he knew everyone's backstory.

“I'm going to walk around for a bit, please don't wait for my at lunch.” His mother nodded her head as she drank the water. They cleaned the table and Jungkook insisted on cleaning the utensils.

He take a quick shower in his room and wear fresh pair of hoodie and jeans after brushing his hair and putting a sunscreen on his face he grabbed his phone and put it inside his pocket with his card and key to some cashes, wearing a face mask he closed his room door.

Telling his mother about the time his returning, he closed the main front door, trekked past the beautiful tree in his front yard. He twist knob on garage door and stepped inside.

His eyes finding his black bike beside the his parent car and grabbed the key in his hand, and walk over it.

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Synopse: Jeon Jungkook want to take a rest, a little rest from his fast moving life. To find where his peace belongs, to find where he belongs.

Genre: slow burn, childhood friends to lover? Angst.

Pairing: idol Jungkook × oc

"Thank you.” the girl laughed as she clutched the sheets in her chest. Jungkook nodded his head in acknowledgement as he signed another autograph, “thank you, have a nice day.” his fans said, blushing, beaming from meeting their favourite person.

“day?” he teased, receiving giggles from them. Jeon Jungkook was surrounded by his fans late at night on the streets of Seoul, “i-i mean night.” She blushed and bowed her head, smiled more, feeling herself melting when Jungkook laughed.

“Thank you, all happy and healthy, okay?” He looked at them with his doe eyes,giving them his genuine wishes, and they felt their admiration was not one-sided.

They nod their head, laugh and wish him as well and bid their goodbye.

Jungkook turned around the corner, where his friend was standing, waiting for him at the bench, looking at his phone, from a restaurant they're planning to eat dinner from. “The shop is already closed.” Jungkook stopped in his step, “oh!” He felt his stomach drop, sitting beside his friend, he sighed, stretching his legs.

“I take my time when I meet my fans.” Jungkook looked at the empty street, he noticed how the light of the bulb hid the twinkle of stars, how the wind felt more cold now he felt relaxed and tired, how the silence felt more empty.

Jihoon put his phone in his pocket, “our kookie have millions of admirers, peoples all around the world get inspired from you, they support you, Jungkook.” He smiled and looked on the road as well, laying against the mirror window of the shop.

Jungkook sighed, closing his eyes, feeling the cold breeze touching his skin.

–

“You lost the melody at last.” Yoongi highlighted the part on the sheet as Jungkook focused on the words. “sing again.” Yoongi went back, sit on the chair in front of the recorder as Jungkook put his headphones back on his ears.

He sang again, the pitch, the rhyme, and again the song but when Yoongi sighed he felt his heart break into pieces, does his hyung not be satisfied by his voice, does he fail him?

“One last time, last chorus, third line, okay.” Yoongi's voice echoed in the studio and Jungkook was just able to give him a short nod of his head, too ashamed to lock him in his eyes.

He takes a deep breath, trying to relax his voice. His eyes traces the words to words on sheet, feeling it, touching it, Jungkook try to put the emotion from him to the words on sheets, and when he sing the last part Yoongi held his thumbs up in the air indicating him that he did well but does Jungkook felt he did his good? No.

He felt his voice was stuck in his throat.

After listening to the recording and monitoring it, getting a compliment from the producer, he felt the studio with his backpack on the shoulder then the building and in the car.

After getting in the elevator he pushes the button, hands in his pants pocket, he exits it when it opens on his floor. Entering through the door and into the living room Jungkook slumped on the couch.

“What's wrong?” Jin asked, turning to look at him, as he felt pushed by him on the couch, from the video game he was playing since morning on television.

“Nothing….. it's … it's just .” Jungkook stumbles staring at the ceiling and Jin pretends he was not too focused on his words, “it's just?” He asked, concerned to fill in his tone but he didn't turned to look at him this time, giving him a space he thinks Jungkook needs.

“The recording was good, and I'm just tired.” Jungkook crossed himself and turned against the television.

“I'll make some food for you.” Jin paused his game and stood from his position, looking at him, Jin thought when he felt comfortable enough to share his problem, but for now he gave whatever Jungkook wanted and he went into the kitchen to make soup of tteokbokki with noodles.

“He needs only two or three hours to record any type of song, Hyung.” Yoongi folded his clothes as Jin hummed from bed, looking at him, “and today?”

“Six to seven hours and it was a little bad actually.” Yoongi sighed as he stacked his shirt in order, and looked ahead at Jin, “you know from how versatile range he has, it was not that level today.” Jin bit the inside of his lips when Yoongi stood to put his clothes back inside in the wardrobe.

“I think he has something he doesn't want to talk about.” Yoongi looked at jin as he now sit cross leg on bed now, he hummed getting inside in comforter, “he will tell when he felt the need to, for now we should just trust him.” Yoongi mumbled at him as he adjusted his pillow.

Jin sighed, getting off from bed and walking towards the door, switching off the lights, “good night yoongs.” He said receiving a mumbled night in return.

–

Jungkook put his phone on the table, his mind occupied by his manager's words, separate apartment, other buildings, new house, he still had to find it. His eyes find the game on shelves, the game cd he wants to play with Taehyung but how he was busy with his moving out things.

He left the room and walk over the balcony, everything is change, his Hyung want to leave away from each other, his voice felt stuck in his throat, he had to find a new apartment where he can safely live, the bad guide recording today, it was too much, for him.

Jungkook was not ready for all these things.

When he tried to sing again in the middle of night, in between the twinkling stars, and around the cold breeze, his voice felt broken again.

It was bothering him, the passion he has for singing was bothering him now, and his chest felt empty now, air get stuck in his throat as he struggle to breathe, he grabbed his throat trying to breathe in but fell hard on the floor, gasping for air he whimper and cry and cry for help, for his brothers, to help him, to heal him.

“Hey… hey buddy.” Jin put his head on his lap as Jungkook cried, grabbing his throat, Yoongi gave him a water bottle sitting beside him, as Hoseok rubbed his feet. “It's okay, it's okay, everything will be okay.” Jin chanted the soothing words to him, as his hand continuously patted on his head.

Jimin and Taehyung stand on the door too scared to go near him and too much care to let the elders handle the things, Namjoon isn't able to think what's wrong but stand behind them to hand whatever they need to calm his younger brother.

Jungkook's glossy eyes find them as he cry harder now, curling himself in small he buried his face in Seokjin thigh, he cry for everything, for separating from his Hyung, for can't able to feel singing, for his life back in busan.

–

“You need a break, Jungkook.” Namjoon held his hand as Jungkook sniffled softly, looking at the floor, tears falling from his eyes and landing on the floor, his older brother whimpering at the sight.

“I…I don't think.”

“Yes you do.” Jin firmly said, letting him know he was in no position to talk back at now. “You need a vacation, take a little rest then come back to us, okay.”

Jungkook cried at his words, hiding his face behind his hands and his band mates let him cry to his heart.

Synopse: Jeon Jungkook want to take a rest, a little rest from his fast moving life. To find where his peace belongs, to find where he belongs.

Genre: childhood friends to lover? Angst, slow burn.

Pairing: idol Jungkook × oc

Jungkook crouches over the toiled seat, emptying his gut.

The gurgling sound of vomit surround him as he vo it his meal and drink from previous hour. He pant, loosing his breath at gag, tear picked at corner of his eyes, mouth open for air but he struggle again, lifting his body up and flushing toilet, he stand infront of mirror.

Splashing water on his cold face and washing his mouth, he breath in and out, steady himself by clutching tightly on corner of sink, wet hair stuck on his forehead and he made no attempt in drying his face.

After dragging himself to the kitchen, he opened the refrigerator and took out a cold water bottle, letting the cold calm his heated body. When he put the bottle on the table a drop of water from his cheeks dropped on his lips and he felt it from his lips to his naked chest, Jungkook sighed.

“Fucking idiot, talking about things he doesn't know about, doesn't relate to him, fucking idiot person.” He cursed and cursed him. Jungkook won't admit it but he thinks he is scared? Slightly or more? But he is scared now. And he wasn't going to admit it, to feel on his tongue, he wasn't going to admit it.

–

Hussed laughter and mumbled voice stirred him, and he peeked his eyes to look around, cheeks swollen and eyes red he mouth agape opened when he found a huge wall size portrait in front of him. After looking around in his sleepy form, he sat straight, finding himself on the couch and he was reminded how he was tired enough to sleep here instead of his bedroom.

“What did you say, again?” Jin yelled at him in shock and Taehyung laughed nervously. Jungkook peered from behind the portrait as it was resting against his foot end couch facing his back at him and front at the others. He stood and walked towards them when he wasn't able to from behind the picture.

It was a painting of red flower and naked piece of dog and a child with

“I bought an apartment.” Taehyung said, and Jungkook's sleepy state throw out from the closed windows.

“Dude.” Jimin murmured, shaking his head as he went and slumped against the sofa on the carpet ground. Jungkook looked back at the painting. “Why it's here? Is someone gifted to you?”

“No, I brought it.” Taehyung explained. “But we don't have a place for it.” Jin said, pointing at the painting and both other youngsters nod their heads.

“And that's why I bought a new apartment.” Taehyung laughed again and held his piece, putting it against the balcony gate now.

“But you didn't tell us before?” Jimin said, fidgeting with the remote as he feels confused about what should watch on television or what Taehyung is going to do now.

“So you moving out? And where is Hyung?” Jungkook looked around and Jimin wanted to stop the answer from hearing Taehyung speak, “Yes and they were still sleeping.”

“Do they know?” Jin asked, sitting on the couch, looking at him. “Only Namjoon Hyung knows, as I kind of want his permission.” Jin nods his head and ruffles his hair, “we talk when they get up okay.” And his younger friends hummed in agreement.

–

Jungkook stared at the screen, glaring at the loser words, beside him laughing Taehyung getting choked on his fries, “I didn't expect to win over you this easy, man.” He coughs and coughs, and Jungkook gulps his urge to pat on his back.

“Let's play again.” Jungkook grabbed the controller, his mind felt fogged, body heated, a slight sting of water in his eyes, he felt scared, why he wasn't able to focus on the game, he had been trying for hours but failed again and again, from past week, he has been trying to fit in his present.

“Did you guys see your schedule list?” Yoongi asked, turning his phone off and checking the soup he had been preparing. “What schedule? I didn't.” Hoseok paused in his track at mid cutting vegetables, before grabbing his phone and sighing high. “Damn dude.”

“Yeah.” Yoongi nodded, putting noodles in soup.

Taehyung pays no attention to their talk as he feels content in winning over Jungkook after getting beaten ten times in the past few months. And Jungkook found his breath quickening at the words. “Fuck.” He mumbled.

Taehyung can sense the shifting pattern in them, and he just wishes they understand him, as always they do.

When the car stopped at their company building, Taehyung was first to leave them behind as he ran towards the restroom to free the liquid that had been stored in his ball for the past ten minutes.

Others members exit with a silent chaos, heavy with unsaid words but lighter with unsaid trust they have.

“we really have to do it?” Hoseok asked, his serious gaze put the manager at edges.. They were in the middle of dance practice when the manager came, the band mates wanted to talk to him, thus Namjoon gave him a call.

“Yes, I know you all are like brothers now, but it's okay if you want your own space, your own home.” Manager sighed, looking at their faces as he continued, “but as your group is successful and in very high demand, we can now afford to give you all your own freedom, unless there are no controversies or problems for the company being envolved, you all have to take responsibilities of your space now.”

The band mates nodded their heads and few remained silent, after the manager left them. They scatter around to sit and drink some water, so their brain can store the new information.

“I think it's time for ourselves, as in time to identify and find who we all are besides our group members.” Namjoon, being the leader of their group, tried to understand the new route to them, but felt silence after receiving no words from them.

“it was congested, i cant buy or put new things anymore. I want to have things that reflect me, and I want to understand myself more. I’m sorry if you’re all disappointed in me.” Taehyung said, glaring at his own hands, he felt disappointed, and selfish that he was being first to suggesting living away from each other but he felt suffocated, he felt he know nothing about himself what he wants what he needs and he do not want to bothered anyone else because of him.

Seokjin sighed, and put his palm flat in front of him, “we all are family, and it doesn't need to be proven by living together all the time, isn't it?” Yoongi chuckled, putting his hand on him, and others followed with a little laugh, “so cheesy Hyung.” Hoseok laugh.

But Jungkook, staring at their hands he felt obligated, not sure if he wanted to get separated from them or not.

–

Jungkook moves his body, hold his breath and sing his part, he moves fast, slow, fast, sing, breath, and sing. This was his routine from past week, under strict and scary gaze, under pressure and pleasing gaze, that was his routine of his life.

Jungkook pant and pant, laying flat on dance floor, he felt suffocated, he bend his body and closed his eyes trying to breathe in and out, it was slow but he felt he his panicked go away and he sit up again.

The heavy breath and smell of sweat from his band mates filled the practice room, he felt claustrophobic from his exhausted mind. But he didn't complain, this was the life he choose, he desire, he want, he don't deserve to complaint for this routine.

Jungkook wouldn't complaint wouldn't tell anyone how suffocated, how much claustrophobic he felt nowadays.

He had to bear it, he had to bear this routine.

But why did he felt so hollow?

How do these fast moving things feel a burden to him?

Why singing and dancing letting him feel exhausted? Why did he feel he was doing his job rather than enjoying his passion?

Now standing on big stage in America, receiving awards for his group, he felt his limbs go number, his excitement go down.

Jungkook doesn't feel he deserves to stand on this stage.

In between his band mates.

But, isn't this what he wants? These are the things he desires, his brothers receiving their hard work awards, his fans being happy and satisfied with their music, people's appreciation and respect for his band?

And when the shouting and Happy fans chant their names, Jungkook thought he wasn't being loyal to them. this is not what he wants, this is not how he wants to give back the love he received.

When he doesn't feel joy in his performance, in his signing. When he doesn't feel he did his best. When he doesn't feel he pleases others with his singing.

When Jungkook isn't able to enjoy his own singing, lyrics and dance, how he wants others to enjoy and be appreciated towards him.

Jungkook thinks he doesn't belong to his fans.

Synopse: Jeon Jungkook want to take a rest, a little rest from his fast moving life. To find where his peace belongs, to find where he belongs.

Pairing: idol Jungkook × oc

Genre: slow burn, childhood friends to lover? Angst

The members live in a dorm. They have their own room, their own space, but live together, eat together, laugh together, stay together.

They respect each other, each other's emotions, they respect when one member eats alone in the middle of night, when one member stays in room alone, when one member says no to their hang out time, they respect it.

Letting each other understand their own turmoil, their own emotions, even togetherness even if in alone.

When they distance, when they reach. They understand, never judge, just stay, like a big tree, enveloping every flower, every nest, every fruit under them.

And Jungkook was glad he found them.

“This meat is meat.” Hoseok mumbled, mouth full of food as he struggle to eat, “what the fuck it's means?” Yoongi asked, cutting the lobster in pieces his mouth formed a pout as he focused on it. Namjoon wipes the table with tissue as he drops the sauce on it, mumbling an apology that no one heard.

“It means Hoseok doesn't get scammed again.” Jin chuckled, scooping two spoonfuls of noodles from the pot. Jimin snickered, then coughing as the water got stuck in his throat, Taehyung patted on his back. “But seriously hyung, who gets scammed by buying some meat?” Jungkook boba eyes find Hoseok as he chews his food.

The group had ordered the food from their favourite restaurant, celebrating their win by enjoying food, together at their dorm house.

“Hoseok.” Jin wink at him, receiving a glare in return, “how I supposed to know that?” Hoseok said, cutting his food, the cutlery sound echoing in their hallway, “that shop looks new and the food was on sale, how I'm supposed to know they are scammers.” He explained.

“Well right. Who scammed people through food?” Taehyung asked, backing his hyung as Hoseok nodded aggressively at him, “companies, corporate, business.” Namjoon listed and Jin groaned, “no serious answers, joon.” He said.

“Okay, is a company invitation for holding a get together party considered serious or not?” Namjoon asked.

“What party?” Taehyung said, putting a boiled egg on Jimin's plate. “For our wonderful year, by winning and selling stadiums.” Namjoon drank water after he explained the summary of a big speech he received from the company.

Yoongi hummed as he watched Jimin struggle in cutting his chicken in half, “that's great I need some fancy alcohol anyways.” He mumbled and the half cut chicken was put on the Taehyung plate. “And?” Jin asked as he wiped his mouth.

“And?” Hoseok raised his eyebrows at him, Jin rolled his eyes, “what was the time?”

“Tomorrow, night.” Namjoon mixes his noodles in more sauce, and Jungkook picks his soju drink, slurping from the chick design straw he stares at his older friends.

The sound of empty slurping from straw, echoed in their ears.

“So, what's wrong?” It was Jimin, putting his chopsticks on the table as he was done eating. “Um, what were we going to wear?” Hoseok asked, earning a nod from others, they looked over Namjoon, waiting for him to answer.

“The theme is casually dressing.” He tells them receiving ohh and ew from others. “That's all?” Yoongi asked, looking at the wall clock to see past two in the morning. “That's all.” Namjoon hummed.

Yoongi rose from his chair and collected the empty dishes. Seokjin follows him as the older collect and bring the used dishes over the sink. Younger people help in cleaning the table, throwing the wrapper and bottle in the bin and wiping the table. Taehyung and Jimin washed the dishes and Yoongi dried them clean with a towel, while Seokjin wiped the kitchen counter.

After wishing and mumbling good night and good morning at two at the morning they all left for their rooms to sleep.

Jungkook huffed and turned around to breathe deeply and pant again, he struggled in breathing. Turning again to his left, he felt suffocated, hand goes up in clenching his neck, trying to breathe in he struggle and struggle, getting stuck in a breath. Jungkook sits in the middle of his bed, bedsheets surround his lower half, as he tightly holds his neck and rubbed his skin, his lungs struggle to take breath as he looks around for something, anything, anyone.

When he coughs and clenches his stomach in vomit he tugs his comfort aside and locks himself in the bathroom. Splashing his face with cold water, he looks at his face in the mirror, in dim light, in the shadow . He is glad he cannot see his pathetic face.

After gargling with mouth wash he wiped his face and walked over his couch to retreat his throwing boxer, wearing it and slipping his slippers he locked his room and walked down the hallway.

Jungkook doesn't feel the need to knock as he barged inside without permission, standing near the end of the foot end, he called Jin name, “jin hyung?”.

When his deep and raspy voice tingled in seokjin ears he stirred in his sleep but didn't awake, Jungkook called again and seokjin flapped his hand around his ears, Jungkook rolled his eyes and tugged on his legs.

Jin peeked his eyes open at touch, finding hair ruffled and naked man in boxer at his bed end, “fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” he chant going back and back with his bedsheet, Jungkook followed his with his wide eyes as Seokjin fall down from his bed on the floor with thud sound.

“Thanks for the warm welcome.” Jungkook huffed at his reaction and settled in bed, under the remaining bedsheet.“What the fucking hell you doing here?” Jin asked, getting up from the floor and sitting on the bed turning to glare at him. “I can't sleep.” He deadpans and Jin gets under his bedsheet, draping it over Jungkook and at him. “You wanna talk?” He asked as they settled in bed.

Staring at the ceiling, “No…. Not yet.” Jungkook said, turning to his left and closing his eyes, Jin spoon him from behind, “good night, bud.”

–

The music rolled in the air, purple red light never stayed on one person. The company decorated with the group tour and awards show pictures, scenes from their music videos, shown on the roof wall by projector.

Jungkook sighed that it was a beautiful design, he liked it. The colour palette is similar to their album, their outfit, even the food is designed to reflect their album theme. He finds it amusing so much. Looking around he finds his band mates and chuckled at them when he find Taehyung and Jimin fuck around with their industry friends.

Chuggling his drink to the end he walked over to the drink table to take another, where he found Yoongi near the table chatting with another artist, he looked pleased with himself.

“Thank you.” He said to the waiter as he stood in a corner swirling his drink in a circle. “Hey, busan boy.” He froze, eyes locked on the said voice, an awkward smile on his face as the man stood in front of him now, “hi Heesung.”

“How are you doing? Though I shouldn't have asked to look at all the globally sensational magic your group creates.” Heesung laughed, his small eyes hid behind his hair, Jungkook hid his face behind his drink.

“It's not like this, we work hard for this.” He protested to his middle school classmate. “ Of course you work hard, Jungkook.” Heesung drinks his alcohol and Jungkook's eyes find Hoseok entertaining guests as he sings on the mic.

“Forcing your school work to someone else, just so you don't miss your dance practice, threatening people to lie for you, stealing and what not, so you can enjoy your global fame, huh?” Heesung laughed, “Very hard working boy, you are Jungkook.” He drank his alcohol to the end. Jungkook's wide eyes find his face turning from purple to blue.

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Synopse: Jeon Jungkook want to take a rest, a little rest from his fast moving life. To find where his peace belongs, to find where he belongs.

Pairing: idol Jungkook × oc

Genre: slow burn, childhood friends to lover? Angst

It was a restless night he had spent again in the darkness of his room. Jungkook was tired from lack of sleep, from dreams, from memories or from everything?

But here he was sitting in between his band mates, in front of the dance choreographer, in front of the manager, talking about a very important show their group had to attend.

“Look carefully.” Their choreographer said, indicating the dance performances were showing on the big screen. “This is the choreography for your award show.” Their group had to perform in a big award show from which they have been nominated in many categories. A very important event for their growth, for establishing their roots in the music industry in their own country in their name. If the nomination gets awarded, the hard work of the team and all the staff would be satisfied.

And Jungkook doesn't want to be the reason their group would messed up this big opportunity.

So he focused on what the choreographer said, what the performance management said. Jungkook gives all his attention to things he puts above himself, first, always.

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“You go like this, tttttt, tddtdtdtd.” Their choreographer said, performing a dance piece they had to do, hoseok followed him and hummed when he understood the step. He positions all the other members, explaining their part and the choreographer starts teaching them the steps.

After spending a few hours on dance practice till evening, they pant and sprawled on the floor. Drenched in sweat and tiredness.

Their choreographer left them to practicing the step among themselves.

“Fuck.” Namjoon pant, laying on the floor, “yah fuck.” Yoongi sighed, turning on his belly and stretching his limbs.

“Get up!” Hoseok streches his limbs, knocking some cramps in his body, “just a few more hours then you all can go.” He declared, voice stern as his mind focused on the perfection of their dance.

“Hyung, please just a few more minutes.” Taehyung huffed curling himself but Jungkook and jimin got up as they wiped their sweat and gulped water from a bottle.

“Okay, just a few more minutes.” Hoseok sighed, reaching from his bottle as well. And Seokjin lightly punched Taehyung in showing his gratitude for gaining more minutes.

Jungkook threw the tissue in the bin and relaxed himself by walking around the room. Watching his friends through a large mirror. He bends himself and does some exercises to regain his strength. Jungkook likes to workout a lot since teenagers days, he had practiced himself in his strength so that he can perform on stage without going out of breath.

“Here.” It was Jimin handing him a bottle, “hydrate yourself.” And he takes it, gulping it down. “why dancers sit down during dance practice?” Seokjin said, gaining their attention. Yoongi and namjoon pretend to not give attention but their ears perked at their older friends words.

“Because they needed a little break dance.” Seokjin laughed when his friends groaned in annoyance and Jungkook grinned but jimin Crouch on the floor hiding his crackling face behind his hand, he was embarrassed for his older friends and for himself as well because he find it funny and rediculous both.

“One more since you all are silent.” Seokjin announced glancing around him but all the tired members get up immediately, “no we are busy in practice.” Yoongi mumbled threwing the step of dance he had been practicing on Seokjin's face as he huffed.

“You're step are off.” Hoseok examine Yoongi and he pouted as Seokjin laughed, “what about me?” He asked and do some dance and Hoseok shake his head in disapproved. Namjoon grinned, “look my.” He do as well gaining same reaction, “your are stiff.”

“But my is perfect.” Taehyung jumped and twerk his bum on their side but as he bend his jeans pant rip open showing his underwear in front of them saving him from shoving his ass crack.

Laughter echo in room to the silent hallway, they rolled on floor as Taehyung grabbed his back and hide from his pal pouting and turning red in embarrassment.

Jungkook clap and laughed harder, bending his legs against the mirror as he turned red, tears peeked from his eyes.

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It was award night show wher they perform, hard and passionate like it's their first performance their showing to the world, showing their desire for music, showing their honesty for music, showing their loyalty for music.

They performed for their fans, for their families who was watching from home, for their hard working staff, for their choreographer teacher and for themselves, their younger selfs.

It was night where they won big awards, their album get recognition it deserved, their performance get the recognition it deserved, among many artist, many hard working people's, they stood out, their albums, their song, their dance , they themselves.

Jungkook grinned, as he watch his brothers give their speech, thanking their fans, Jungkook watch as their fans wave, laugh, shout, as their group winning is their fans winnings. Jungkook watch as the artist who was misbehave with his group in past is now clapping for his group, Jungkook watch receiving the happiness his group deserve to feels.

And he thinks is this is what he wants, is this what he desire?

And when the shouting and Happy fans chant their names, Jungkook think yes this what he wants, this is what he deserve to give back the love he received, to stay with them, in his fans love, in his fans side, to his fans.

Synopse: Jeon Jungkook want to take a rest, a little rest from his fast moving life. To find where his peace belongs, to find where he belongs.

Pairing: idol Jungkook × oc

Genre: slow burn, angst, friends to lover?

Tightening the shoelaces, he stands and ruffles his shirt from any wrinkles. Sliding the bag on his shoulder he grabbed the keys and locked the door after him, giving the keys to the staff who was waiting at the door. Walking towards the downstairs, meeting and greeting all staff and guests, smiling politely to them, Jungkook reached the hallway.

Where all other staff and his friends were waiting for him or talking about something important, he thinks. “Don't look anywhere else, and tug down your head.” The manager said, giving instructions to the boys. Jungkook stood behind them and Seokjin noticed him, giving him a pat on his shoulder. “What's wrong?” He asked Taehyung, who was standing after him.

“The fans are all around the door, like a huge crowd.” Taehyung explained, turning towards him, “and apparently some bodyguard says there are some crazy people too or something.” Seokjin said, receiving gasps from Taehyung, “how I didn't know about that? and I'm standing here before you, hyung.” Taehyung expressed his confusion, and Jungkook looked between them.

Seokjin shrugged, putting his hands in his pocket, “maybe because you're still half asleep.” Taehyung sighed, scratching his scalp and yawning, proving Seokjin's point.

Jungkook looked around, finding Namjoon and all other members listening to their manager, and he pouted, it seemed like it was a slow and tough walk to their cars.

And he was right, as he step outside the hotels, their fans loud voice greet him at six o'clock in the morning, the lens of camera faces him more than his fans face and he bowed his head down, feels all the tugged from sides and behind as the others bodyguard protect all other members, guiding them safely from the hands that try to touch and pulling them, to the safety of car door.

Jungkook find himself stumble as a heavy force tugged him from behind, the bodyguard covered him, and he walked rather slowly towards the door, few people stumble in front of him and he gasp lightly try to help them but instead they grab on his arms, giving him a slight pain and he tug them under his jacket. 

When he reached the door he jumped hurriedly inside and the guards closed the door.

He sighed as he leaned against the seat.

“How do they always know where we are staying?” Taehyung muttered, gulping water from a bottle as Yoongi ruffled his hair beside him, “honestly I would want them to rest safely at home, rather than tiring themselves at six in the morning.” Jimin sighed as he looked outside from the windows.

“I find it scary, actually.” Hoseok muttered, but his eyes were still looking at the bright screen of the phone. Beside him Namjoon rested on the seat and closed his eyes as the car rolled down the street, Seokjin grabbed the bottle from Taehyung and drank it to the end. Jungkook looked back at the road, then all the people's, and back to the structure of the road.

The boys rest for the rest of their journey to the airport where they board the plane without crowds. They slept, watched and ate for the rest of the flight. And when they came back to Seoul, Korea, the massive crowd greeted them.

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Jungkook scratch his scalp under the hot water and the stress and tiredness fall under him, hiding them behind the scented fog of soap and shampoo, he released a tired breath washing his torso and up to his neck, when a slight pain sting him, he hiss and looked at his arm, there was a tiny scratches on his arms to wrist, it was from the time he mobbed during existing hotel.

Jungkook shakes his head, in disappointed? In sadness? He don't know, Jungkook never able to understand what he exactly feels when he gets hurt in any way from his fans, because in the end they are his fans, the people who admire him, think about him, cherish him. How can he get angry with them or any emotions that expresses negative emotions?

When all the remaining wash down he closed the shower tap and stepped outside from the stall. 

Grabbing a towel he dried his hair then his body and threw the towel in the bin, wrapping himself in a bathrobe he blow dried his hair, and moisturized his face with cream after applying body oil and moisturizer on his body and hair he put antiseptic cream on the scratch before he closed the bathroom door.

After wearing a soft cotton t-shirt and pajamas, he walks towards the kitchen to cook some meals. Maybe two or four bowls of ramen with an omelette would be enough to satisfy his hunger? he thinks.

Welcome to library of novels.

Section 1 :

Imposter syndrome ( mafia novel )

Section 2 :

Layovers ( jk × oc )

Eclipse ( jimin × oc )

Apocalypse ( zombie au )

Synopse: Jeon Jungkook want to take a rest, a little rest from his fast moving life. To find where his peace belongs, to find where he belongs.

Pairing: idol Jungkook × oc

Genre: childhood friends to lover? angst, slow burn.

It was once again late in the night, when no one was left to be seen by this hour, yet again the sound of strings filled the cold air on the edge of the balcony. A small sound recorder next to a water bottle was standing in the moonlight, belonging to a boy who had been singing a melody. After he played the piece of song on his acoustic guitar, he pushed the button on the recorder to record again.

He had been practicing his singing since morning, words to words, tunes to tunes like a prayer he had to inked in his soul. He needed to practice more.

It was a day of the concert, the day of chaos and the day of running adrenaline.

Jungkook stared in the mirror, his eyes tracing his face as the makeup brush mimicked him, pink, white powders adorned his face.

After a few more hours, and he was ready to perform for his fans.

He checked his phone, finding the lists and nonstop notifications from his friends, and his fans, congratulating him, supporting him. He smiled, feeling blessed for all of it.

After spending minutes in makeup, and warmups, talking and laughing.

It was time to perform.

Standing with his band mates on the elevator of the stage that belongs to Wembley stadium.

He breathed in and out, relaxing his mind and twisting his shoulder and neck to gather his nervous body.

Jeon Jungkook is ready to perform.

For his fans.

For his family.

For his band mates.

And

For himself.

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"Amazing." Namjoon laughs, jumping on the couch and slumping lazily on it. His body ached, mind fogged and face hurt from all the adrenaline. "Just amazing." He sighs in bliss and closes his eyes.

Jungkook smiled and nodded his head, wiping his sweat with tissue.

"Did you look at all the crowd, gosh, so many people." Jimin chuckled, as he closed the lid of the bottle. "We sold out Wembley stadium." Yoongi completed Jimin's statement.

All laughing, and talking.

The band members were in a delightful state.

The band members spend their few hours in meeting with celebrities, top artists and all big business men's, whose children and wife are their fans

After all the meeting and clicking photos.

The band members were ready to go back to their hotels.

When they reached their respective rooms, his older friends tugged on his collar, stopping him on his track and pulling him towards him, Jungkook yelp from sudden tugging.

"What happened to you on the stage?" Seokjin said, trapping him with his arms around his shoulder on his side, "what do you mean?" Jungkook asked, his eyes following Seokjin opening their hotel room.

"All the passed out signing and what not." Seokjin sighed, as he open the door and drag him inside, "I did well." Jungkook argued.

"You did." And seokjin nodded in agreement.

"But not on that way." Seokjin dragged him over bed, Jungkook sighed, the bed dipped from his weight. "I know you bud." Seokjin said, holding the younger hand in his hand as he crouched in front of him. "And I want you to do well. Always." He smiled, "but not like this." His thumb traced the younger's skin.

"I know." Jungkook closed his eyes, feeling how his older friends heeled him.

"But I want to." He declare.

Seokjin sighed.

Sienna

I turned the page and slid my chair near to the table, and focused my mind on reading. The book was about Clara and the Nutcrackers. My comfort book through my teenagers to enter into my early adulthood. I read and read until my phone vibrates on the table beside me, telling me it's time for my piano lectures. 

Putting the book inside my tote bag, I stand and ruffle my skirt, stepping side and placing the chair back on its place, I exit the library, the only sound echoing around was the soft click of my ysl heels.

Walking through the hallway into the college campus, I inhaled and exhaled deeply. I just love fresh air, it makes me feel like the soft wind just lifts my burden and carries it with them and dumping it on his shoulder. 

Anyway I shouldn't pay him any attention. Even in my thoughts. Continuing my walking, and swinging my hair, I walk towards my faculty building. 

The room was filled with the quiet rhythm of keys coming from the next room. Professor Andrea was sipping her tea as she was sitting on her chair, waiting for me. “My apologies ma'am for coming late in class.” I bow my head slightly in respect to my teacher. If I did not stop to think about him, I would be punctual to my class, like always. Responsible, disciplined and loyal during training is key to becoming careless in your old age, that's what my grandfather told us and taught us. Shit.

“It's okay dear, it's your first time so I can neglect it. Please, have a seat and proceed to play your notes.” She smiled and pointed towards the piano table. I nod my head, happy to meet an understanding teacher and put my bag on the study table before sitting in front of the piano, straightening my posture, reflecting the elegant gesture my mother taught me to follow.

It was a piece from trchioswkya, soft but fast. The piece needs quiet fast moving fingers, but guess what, playing piano from age six I know how to move my fingers, fast, rhythmic and in an elegant way. After spending my one hour private piano class I give my farewell to Ms. Andrea and exit the room.

I walked towards the north side of the building as my friends were waiting for me there. After I spotted them sitting under the tree from ten feet away, Scarlett found me and I waved towards them. Dylanie grinned as I came near them, “hey.” I greet them.

“How was your class?” Dylanie asked as they shuffled over to the side and I sat, folding my legs on side so my heels didn't bother me, “good.” Scarlett wiggled her eyebrows and I frowned at her, “what?” I demand.

“Look what I have.” She announced, taking out passes from her bag as Dylanie drank from her bottle, glancing at the passes in her hand. “For what?” as Scarlett handed me the passes I scanned them, “no way, seriously?” I was shocked. This was from the most famous and notorious but dangerous club passes, the same passes that get sold out in minutes.

“Yes way.” Scarlett laughed as Dylanie tilted her head and scanned them in my hand, “that it was you were not telling me.” She huffed and crossed her hand, “I wait for you here, first, scar.” She pouted and Scarlett smiled sheepshily, “sorry but I want to see both reactions at the same time.” 

Dylanie shakes her head, “no, it's okay.” And turned her head to look at me, “so what did you say, can you come?” She asked, as they both know my family background. Being from an underworld family, take your freedom with them.

“I'll sneak out.” I shrug.

“No way, Sienna.” They both said at the same time, well quite dramatic, I would say.

“What's a big deal?” I asked them.

“The heavy amount of guards and security and all that?” Dylanie asked and Scarlett grinned, mischievous and I know she thinks what I think.

“Thea would help me.” I shrug again, not a big deal seriously when you got your own trained, personal assassin in the form of your sister. 

“That's my best friend, using her correct weapon in her favour.” She nod looking proudly at me. “But I don't know, doesn't it get you in trouble if anyone finds out, after all you belong from such a big family.” Dylanie said, looking scared? Or tensed? 

“Well if anyone finds us then she will handle it.” I smile at her and try to ease her concern, “she always does that.” 

“Please change the topic.” Scarlett sighed, snatching the passes and putting them in her purse, because I don't think her Chanel bag can carry the size of books and notes or the laptop, it is too tiny for that.

Where Dylanie had the backpack beside her, and I like the colour of her bag, Dylanie always had a chic taste in fashion.

“What do you want to talk about?” Dylanie asked her.

“Since it's a campus party, do you guys have any person in mind to come with you or will you find them in the party?” Scarlett said, tucking her hair behind her ear and Dylanie stretched her leg in front of her. “I would hookup in the party with someone.” Dylanie said, massaging her knees.

And Scarlett eyed her, “who?” 

I scanned around me, a few people reading their book, sitting on the ground or benches, a few groups  talking and walking, I leaned back against the trunk.

“Anyone, I don't mind, I don't remember the last time I had sex.” Dylanie shrugged and Scarlett nodded her head, “well I had sex yesterday.” And we chuckled.

“You know that's not the good thing to say when your both friend are dry as fuck.” I rolled my eyes. Scarlett laughed as Dylanie nodded her head in agreement.

Probably, your art of seduction sucks.” Scarlett said, checking her phone when it's ting as Dylanie whined that she can seduce the principal of Pennsylvania.

I rolled my eyes at her statement, it doesn't offend me. I don't have to proof her what can I do or can't, what I can achieve or not, they doesn't even knows I can buy their whole generation in just few minutes, my friends doesn't know about the illegals businesses our family do, no one know or doesn't dare to even stutter.

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I drove my car through the gate and parked in front of the mansion. I sighed, and checked my hair in the mirror, tugging some flyaway hairs. I step out from the car, shutting the door after and walking towards the mansion door.

The guards opened the door for me as I stepped inside. The living room was silent and I wondered where everyone was. I turned towards the hallway going straight towards the kitchen. I smile, finding Maria, my favourite person in whole house.

“Hey, Maria.” I greet her as she shriek from sudden voice, “geez, don't do that. I nearly got heartattack.” She stand from her crouch position, ruffling her dress. “Sweet, how you don't get heartattack by watching cutting toes to heels but instead sudden sounds.” I smile as I stand beside her, scanning the food option.

“Both are different things.” She muttered as she put two pieces of vanilla pie on the plates, I smile she know me so well, and hand me with spoon beside it. “Wait a little I would make your tea quick.” She said, already preparing for my sweet tea, “no problem, take your time.” 

I chat, I drink and eat my sweet treat , relaxing my mind and shifting my mood. Maria is a great friend or my first friend since we are as same age, she practically stick with me from our childhood, as her mother take care of my mother, she take care of me. 

In this private house, everything works from beginning to end, generation to generation.

After spending some time with her I retired to my room. Closing the door after me. Taking out my books, phone, car key and makeup, I put the bag on his shelves before putting the heels in its place.

I sighed, stretching my fingers and rolling my shoulder, I stepped inside the bathroom, and release my hair from its claw, getting naked, I turn the hot shower on, putting shampoos on my scalp I rinse it before putting shower gel on loofah and scrubbing my body, erasing the dirt.

Turning off the shower and wrapping my hair in a towel, I dry my body with another towel before standing in front of the mirror and putting lotion on my body and wearing the bathrobe. I stepped in my room, and sat in front of my vanity, I blow dried my hair, and combed it in loose braids. After wearing my silk nightgown, I dumped the used clothes in a hump bag in the corner of the walking wardrobe.

I left my room in search of my mother.

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