Yoongi - Jin: These three have said/implied enough in the past for me to say with absolute certainty that they would be into a bigger partner, though the degree may vary. Yoongi has said before he doesn’t have a specific ‘type’ that he looks for in a partner, and idk maybe I’m projecting too much but he just gives the vibe that he would really adore a plus size partner

Joon and Jin are tied, bc Joon has made enough references in his music that I know that man would be down bad for a partner with some curves and an ass. I don’t think it’s something he actively seeks out or anything, but he’s definitely not opposed to the idea, hehe.

Jin literally said in the past that his ideal type was a little on the chubby side, but honestly I was kinda unsure of his spot on this list until this past year watching him during his solo activities. His respectful and considerate behavior towards plus size people, shutting down fatphobic remarks on his show, always encouraging people to love themselves as they are, making sure that his tour merch came in ACTUAL PLUS SIZES?! The only reason I didn’t put him higher is bc I really don’t see him as someone interested in dating at the moment. 

Taehyung - Hobi: I can see them going either way honestly. I think although they both very much have a more specific ‘type’ that they gravitate towards in partners, I don’t think they’d be put off of dating someone because of their size. Tae especially I think would be drawn towards a bigger partner bc he loves soft and cuddly things, and despite what he’s been trying project since his military discharge, that man is still a giant baby at heart and wants someone to take care of him(not saying all plus size people are mommy types, this is just the vibe I get from him)

Jungkook - Jimin: It’s not that I don’t think they would date a plus size person, I just think it would have to be more specific circumstances. Jungkook is so immersed in fitness and the gym scene, which projects a lot of unhealthy opinions about larger bodies, I think he would have to address and unlearn some of those internalized prejudices, which he might not even fully realize he has.

Jimin has voiced his own struggles with body image issues and his weight in the past, so I think being with a larger partner would maybe stir up some of those insecurities, but also maybe help heal them? It would take a fair bit of self reflection and work, but I honestly think he would do really well with a plus size partner.

Taehyung invented the romantic shower, wow it’s honestly part of his love language <3 he loves washing each other’s hair, soaping each other up, he loves kissing (and also it escalating into needy fumbling). He just loves the entire concept of it, how intimate and comforting it is and how romantic it feels. Definitely the one who simply invites himself into her shower the most.

Hoseok honestly just doesn’t care about the concept of privacy jsjdjsjs no obviously he does but if he knows that the other person doesn’t mind, he will take advantage of it. Also he sees it as a sort of foreplay because you get to fumble and WET BODIES ARE HOT AF to him. So he is candidate Nr.2 for most showering shenanigans.

Jungkook is not as obsessed with it as Taehyung and also doesn’t want it as much as Hobi, but he is still very enthusiastic about it. It’s 50/5o with him as far as who asks for it is concerned. But once he is in there, he is so excited and happy. He loves to shower together. Most of the showers are at his wing because he has a really spacious shower. 

I put Yoongi fourth simply because he does not actively seek out showers with her, instead she seeks out showers with him and he just accepts the situation. But once it happens, he is very content. He likes washing her hair and he also likes to kiss her under the warm water. Again, wouldn’t really ask for it though, which is why he is middle rank.

Jimin. Why do these two have so much tension and why do I feel like Jimin would have no issues with her being in his shower? He'd be embarrassed at first but once he got used to it? He does not mind at all. Like okay, I’m gonna be really unhinged here but if OC just stepped in there and kissed him, he would not push her away (Jimin in Goyang bias wrecked me so hard can you tell?) but because OC wouldn’t really shower with him, I put him on the fifth spot.

Seokjin and OC are broskies for life. I think the only scenario where I can see them share a shower is when one of them is really sick or hurt and therefore can’t wash themselves alone. Both would jump in the shower with the other without hesitation in case of an emergency. But other than that, I don’t see them sharing a shower.

jk: he's next in line bc i have him on the record saying 📋 🤨👓🤏 "i give my all to those i love until they break my heart" so it's safe to say that if you're his partner there's nothing he wouldn't do for you; like we've seen the work he's done with bangtan it don't matter how many times each of them call his name and ask him to help with something even if it exasperates him at times he always show up; so we know he's on the submissive side; also we know that he's a little brat that likes to play hard to get but a hopeless romantic at the same time so if you managed to get him he's bound to be head over heels

yoongi: next is our former tiktok star min “i do whatever they ask me to do” yoongi; like he did all the challenges his hoobaes asked him to do, he complained to iu face about her not inviting her to do eight on tour, whenever there was a ridiculous request from armys on live like show me your teeth or your hands or play us a song he always did it; he just really likes to be wanted so if you want him you have him and i'm pretty sure he'd be wrapped around your finger while he's at it

jin: i'm placing jin right in the middle bc we see just how much he's been on his i love army i live for army ever since he's been back and he does whatever we tell him for the most part so i do believe he'd have a good measure of down badness; however he is still very much an autonomous individual so like you'd have his heart in your hand but sometimes you'd have to squeeze it a little to get what you want LOL

jimin: this man is a baby and he enjoys being a baby so i feel like on the spectrum of down badness i think he'd more enjoy the feeling of you being down bad for him; he loves the power he'd have over you he'd relish in it giggle over it plot evilly over it get his rocks off to it fr; but honestly he's got that dominant protective nature running through him too and he likes to make other people his babies; so he'd definitely adore you as well you'd probably be equally down bad over each other but he'd try his hardest not to let it show (it'd be obvious to everyone)

hobi: second to last is mr i smile while i'm correcting; now he loves you for sure no doubt about that but he is nawt about to let you get away with any and everything LOL; he gives very much 50/50 in a partnership; a very balanced give and take; a very controlled push and pull; he seems like he'd thrive with someone very cool and independent who doesn't need or want him to primp and preen and fawn over them all the time; he'd still do it tho bc that's just who he is but it wouldn't be an excessive amount and like you got it but not too much now not too much

That very morning, everything had a diferent feeling to it. From the moment he woke up, he carried the feeling that this day would steer his life to a new direction. So he dragged himself out of bed with his usual tiredness, his phone clinging to its last bit of battery, and the deafening silence filling his apartment.

Everything seemed to indicate that Yujin, his roommate, had left earlier than usual. She’d left her coffee cup beside her forgotten set of keys near the door. Still, he didn’t spare it a second though as he stepped out.

Skipping breakfast, as had become his habit, he headed to the coffee-bar right in front of his building, looking for Yujin, as she worked there — just like he used to invest countless of nights working there for minimum wage —, so they could talk about the upcoming bills, while enjoying a large cup of coffee.

To his surprise, Yujin wasn’t behind the counter, or anywhere in sight. None of her coworkers knew where she’d gone, so, a little intrigued, he tried calling her, but his phone had finally given in to its dead battery. Resigned, he took his usual order — the one the staff already knew by heart —, and made his way back to the building's parking lot to grab his car. It was time to head to the recording label.

He was currently an intern in the special program for new producers, at the record label where his best friend, Namjoon, worked. It was thanks to Joon, and his family’s influence, that he’d even managed to get his papers and demos submitted.

He’d brought in a handful of melodies he’d written during his late-night shifts at the café, good enough to catch the ears of the higher-ups. Still, competition for a spot was fierce, and with his lack of experience, he’d had no choice but to start from the bottom as an intern.

That didn't discourage him in any way. He was grateful to Joon, and even for his part-time job at the bar-café, as he could pursue his dream of becoming a producer while still keeping a roof over his head.

Eventually, after pushing himself hard enough, he’d made it through to the second stage of the program by presenting his thesis in Music Production. And now here he was, on his way to present his latest masterpiece: an EP he'd been working tirelessly on, and for which he'd decided to quit his job as a barista to dedicate as much time and dedication as possible.

Sliding into his car, he patted the pockets of his jacket to make sure the USB, holding his project, was safe. It was. Yet a heavy feeling still pressed against his chest, as if he’d forgotten something important. He couldn't help but associate it with the importance of that day.

On the drive, he didn’t dare plug the USB into his stereo, even though he normally played his drafts on repeat on his way. “One careless mistake could ruin everything”, he kept telling himself. So instead, he drove on in silence, the dull chatter of morning radio stations filling the space.

By the time he reached the building, his anxiety levels had spiked high, and refused to calm as he walked through the reception and boarded the elevator. It had become a daily state for him, so he felt a sense of pride when he thought about his hard work.

Despite the way his body and mind dragged him down, despite the suffocating grind of work and uncertainty, he had managed to focus on his desires and inspirations, on his senses and instincts, when creating his songs.

He realized too late, as he stepped into the cramped studio he shared, that he had forgotten his noise-canceling headphones at home. In that tiny workspace, they were essential, not only because privacy and space were scarce, but also out of respect for his senior producer, who showed him the same courtesy in return.

So, instead of asking anyone to change their habits, he simply used the headphones whenever he needed to write his lyrics. Even though his senior was on medical leave, there was always the chance his peace could be broken by the scatterbrained: Park Jisung.

And as if Jisung had some uncanny sense for the worst possible timing, he slipped through the door only seconds after Yoongi had sat down.

“You’re here,” the dark-haired boy noted from the doorway, his usual flat tone doing little to disguise his nosiness.

“We thought you’d be rushing with last-minute edits to your project, you know, with the deadline and all that stuff…” Jisung had a habit of blurting out his thoughts as if they belonged to everyone.

Out of the whole team, he was the only one convinced Yoongi would be scrambling that morning.

“I’m here, yes. And as for the final touches, they’re not big of a thing —nor any of your business,” he thought. “Just a few fine-tunings I can finish today during the day,” Yoongi replied curtly.

He didn’t spare another glance at his gaunt figure leaning against the doorway. Instead, he turned in his chair, slipped on his headphones, and tried to block out both the buzzing lights above and the boy’s petulant little voice.

But Jisung wasn’t finished.

"Still, today’s d-day. Nine a.m., sharp. Which means…” he tapped the clock above the doorframe, “…five minutes, Yoongs.”

Just as the color drained from Yoongi's face, he quickly left the room and headed to Nam's office, pushing past the nosy boy in the process.

His pulse thudded violently as he knocked on the door: no response.

He was on the verge of shouting, maybe even pounding his fists like a tantrum-throwing kid, when his back collided with someone.

The program's supervisor. His boss. Mr. Kang.

“Min Kid, what are you doing here wasting your time?”

The Min Kid in question stood there, petrified, as if his best moments in the company were passing before his eyes, as if the man in front of him were destiny itself, handing his failure into his hands.

“I assume you've already finished your project. If you’re here to deliver it, give it to me. Young Kim is waiting on me to review yesterday’s submissions—I’ll make sure yours is added to the list.”

Before Yoongi could stammer a word, Mr. Kang snatched the USB from his hand and dismissed him with a polite wave.

“Go back to your studio, or grab breakfast. You look exhausted. Everyone’s free to take lunch an hour early—just make sure you keep up the good work.”

With two firm pats on his back, Mr. Kang was gone, striding down the perfectly lit hallway.

Gone, with the USB that carried Yoongi’s life, his future. Everything.

He was willing to die before letting himself fail.

When he returned to the studio, the nosy black-haired man had left.

In the midst of relaxing for the first time that day, he decided to charge his phone and open his book-notes to distract his mind, if only for a moment.

The screen lit up with a flood of missed calls and unread messages, mostly from his mother, sent between the night before and just a few hours ago.

He ignored them for now. It was probably just another attempt to send him good luck or pry for details about the selection process. He locked the phone before it could pull him further away from what mattered: his lyrics and his coffee.

But the coffee hit his empty stomach like acid, and the familiar burn of gastritis clawed its way up his throat. Right then, a call from Yujin flashed across the screen, as an unexpected relief to his tense shoulders.

“Hey, what’s up?” He answered immediately, desperate to distract himself from the anxiety chewing at him while he waited.

He knew that if Namjoon was on the evaluation committee, he would intercede for him to be one of the first to be considered for evaluation, and while that was a nice touch, the anxiety of knowing it only made his nerves worse.

“Are you already at lunch?” The urgent, hurried tone of those words made him sit up straight. “Can you come to the train station?”

“I was just about to leave. I’m on my way,” he replied, puzzled by such a request. “I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

He hung up, as if this wasn't a casual call to keep up and then hurried out of the building to meet up with his roommate.

Fifteen minutes turn to twenty in the mid-morning traffic, then thirty when he couldn’t find a parking spot close enough to spare him from walking in the sun.

Finally, he made it inside the crowded station, scanning the place is search for her. He was looking for his phone when a hand yanked him by the arm.

“If I’d known you’d take this long, I would’ve just said it over the phone.”

Yoongi recognized when a person was irritable, so this time he decided to remain silent and wait for the girl, with her arms crossed and impassive face, to give him a reason to do so.

“I’ll make it quick. My train leaves in fifteen minutes, so I need to set things straight before I go.”

As the words made sense in her head, she scribbled numbers onto an old receipt. “This is my account number, my parents’ address, and the codes you’ll need for shipping details.”

She handed him the scrap of paper. He raised an eyebrow and grabbed it.

“Clearly you've made a plan,” he said carefully. “Would you mind letting me in on it?

For a beat, the air between them turned heavy, his confusion colliding with her attempt to run away, unnoticed.

“I quit the café. I’m going home.”

Yoongi nodded slowly, gesturing for her to continue the explanation, but when silence stretched on, he finally pushed:

“What happened to wanting to be a singer? You know the work we did was good. The opportunity is right there...why- why walk away now?”

Her eyes flicked from her watch to him, back and forth. With a sigh, she looked directly at Yoongi, who avoided her eyes out of habit, but if he hadn’t, he might have caught the shadow of betrayal hiding in them.

“The truth is… it was never really my dream. It’s yours. If you get in, it’ll be all yours,” she murmured, a trace of guilt tugging at her voice. “And if you don’t, there’s nothing more I can do to help.”

“I need to move on. I can’t keep living like this…waiting for one of us to make it while the other works their ass off just to keep the apartment afloat.”

“You were the one who suggested this,” Yoongi snapped, irritation rising with his hunger. “So what are you talking about now?”

He looked at her for a few seconds, wondering: if giving up made her feel guilty, why did she do it?

Silence stretched thick between them. Around them, the station buzzed with people chasing trains, buying tickets, finding seats, walking in and out of entrances.

But for Yoongi and Yujin, time seemed to hang heavy, pinned down by the weight of everything remaining unspoken.

Finally, she broke it.

  “I’m just tired, Yoon.” Her voice cracked under something she couldn’t admit. “I have to go.”

“Fine. If you’re set on leaving… I won’t stop you.” His eyes dropped to the paper he was twisting in his hands, “but what’s this for?”

“I didn’t pay the rent this month,” she said flatly, but she could no longer generate any reaction from Yoongi, or so she thought.

“I’m sure with your new producer contract you’ll manage. Find another roommate, and once you’re financially stable, send me the deposit back to that account.”

"The address is where you should send my things, like the coffee maker and the bedding. Do it when you have the deposit money, so you can pay with it."

His expression was unreadable, his mind caught somewhere far away.

Over the speakers, the call for her train echoed through the station. Yujin placed her hands on his shoulders, grounding him for a brief, fleeting goodbye.

  “It was a pleasure helping with your project. It felt… pure, and so real.”

His eyes wandered everywhere but her. “I hope I see you again. No hard feelings?”

Confusion clung to him more tightly than before. He barely managed a nod before she lifted her bags—bags he hadn’t even noticed until that moment—and turned toward the gates. The whole thing felt wrong, as though he’d skipped a crucial episode in the middle of his favorite series.

For now, there wasn’t much he could do. Yujin’s departure wasn’t in his hands, nor was the approval of his project.

The only thing he could control was getting himself some lunch—and that’s where he headed once he finally broke free of midday traffic.

On the way, he slowed to a stop to let a line of children cross the street, hand in hand behind a woman—presumably their teacher.

The sight pulled at him with a strange sense of déjà vu. But before he could chase the thought, the blare of car horns snapped him back to reality, urging him forward.

On the way, he slowed to a stop to let a line of children cross the street, hand in hand behind a woman, presumably their teacher.

The sight pulled at him with a strange sense of déjà vu. But before he could chase the thought, the blare of car horns snapped him back to reality, urging him to move forward.

He had barely finished ordering his meal when his second coffee of the day was handed in front of him.

For Yoongi, caffeine was essential at times like this—when life seemed to slow down around him, the world pressing closer, people colliding into each other as if there were no space left to breathe.

At that table, it felt as if the whole world had been strapped to his wrist, dragging him down with its weight. His dream was already delayed but waiting even a few more hours for it felt impossible.

And then, like fate knocking at the door, like the false hope of a dream too good to last, Namjoon's contact photo lit up his phone screen.

He missed the call.

Within seconds, his phone bloated with notifications; text messages, voicemails, incoming calls. Yet all he could see was that single name flashing again and again. Her name.

And he missed that call too.

Still, it was enough to stir something deep in his memory: today, Y/N returned to his life far from home.

And he had forgotten.

The reminder had been written in his calendar. His mother had begged him not to let it slip his mind. But he had.

He’d completely forgotten the dinner their parents had organized, the same dinner they held every time Y/N came home on summer break, before she had to return to her job in the province.

Three years running.

He clung to the fragile hope that maybe, just maybe, a miracle would happen—that when he returned to the label, his contract would be waiting for him, ready to be signed and sealed.

Then he’d have the rest of the evening free to meet her, to say goodbye to the love of his life for the third time.

Determined, he reached for his phone to call her. But Namjoon’s face appeared again, floating in a message bubble. This time, Yoongi couldn’t ignore it.

“Nam, what’s up?”

The line fell silent for a stretch of endless seconds.

“I need you here. Right now.”

The voice on the other end wasn’t the charming, easygoing Namjoon he knew. It was sharp, unsteady, carrying something dark in the tone. A chill spread through Yoongi’s chest, his heart thundering in pure terror.

Namjoon had never sounded so disturbed.

“In case you're wondering,” Namjoon exhaled a breath heavy with dread,

“it doesn't look good.”

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This is it. This is the moment both you and Jungkook have been waiting for, excited for. You’ve been officially dating for almost two months now – your best friend has been upgraded to boyfriend status. And your contact information in his phone has changed from ‘The Bestie’ to ‘The Mrs’. Something he’s unwilling to change, despite your eyerolls and constant reminders that you’re not technically his ‘Mrs’.

“Come in Jungkook! Lovely to see you as always, how’re your parents?” You hear your mom’s excitement from the staircase. And then you see the two of them hugging while exchanging small talk about his parents. His parents already know that the two of you are finally dating, his dad hugged you so tight your spine almost snapped in half. His brother did the same with a wide grin and an ‘it took you fucking long enough!’ directed at your boyfriend. His mom cried, balled her eyes out like a baby, which is exactly what you’re expecting of yours tonight.

Jungkook catches sight of you making your way downstairs, displaying a panty-dropping wink over your mom’s shoulder while she tries to usher him into the dining room. He looks so good tonight, as always. Tattoos on full display thanks to the grey oversized t shirt hanging from his large frame, paired with black ripped jeans and military boots of the same colour.

“Hey Kook! Did Y/N tell you that she’s found a house just outside of the city?” Your dad smiles, pulling Jungkook into a light hug before everybody sits down at the large oak dining table. Including you, purposely choosing the seat next to your man. Maybe you should change his name in your phone to ‘The Mr’? You almost roll your eyes at the thought. Nope.

“She did,” Kook’s palm finds purchase on your bare thigh, proving that wearing a skirt was the best decision you could’ve made. “I can’t wait to see it.”

“I’ll bring you to the next viewing if you want?” You stifle a giggle, loosely gripping his hand beneath the table. Your hand looks so tiny in his inked hold, you can’t help but notice.

“Sounds good.” He nods, devoting his full attention to you for a moment. You’re wearing an off-the-shoulder white button down shirt tucked into snake sprint mini skirt. Judging by the smirk tugging the corners of Kook’s lips he appreciates the outfit very much.

“How’s the tattoo studio going honey?” Your mom beams, filling up his glass with dark wine that will no doubt have him swaying left to right in approximately thirty minutes.

He turns to face your mother with a knowing smile, “Business is good thanks, how’re things with everybody else?”

Your chest swells. It’s been difficult to keep this a secret from your parents, giving you know how excited they’ll be when you drop the bombshell seemingly everybody but you knew was going to come one day.

Things with Jungkook have been… perfect. He’s still your best friend in the entire world, nothing has changed there. Except now there’s the added romance. There’s kissing, there’s cuddling, there’s… almost everything couples do together by this stage of their relationships. You’ve had date nights, you’ve slept next to him but you’re yet to sleep with him. It’s not that you don’t want to because you absolutely do, and judging by the huge bulge you’ve seen in his pants pretty much every time you make out with him the feeling is mutual. But neither of you have initiated your first time, not yet.

“Thank you for coming over for dinner tonight.” Your mom grins, albeit slightly tipsy already.

“Thanks for having me.” Jungkook smiles back, inhaling, squeezing your palm, “Always a pleasure.”

“So what’s new with you Jungkook?” Your dad peers over the thin gold rims of his glasses with a genuinely interested quirked brow. “Finally been snatched off the market yet?” He hums, and your boyfriend takes this as his queue to laugh.

He’s still giggling when he speaks, voice enthusiastic yet quiet. “Actually… I have.”

“You’re kidding!” Your mom sighs into her glass, disappointed. If you didn’t know any better you’d think she was interested in snatching him off the market. You chuckle, especially when your dad frowns, disapprovingly glaring at you from across the table.

“We’ve actually been seeing each other a while now, all that’s left is to tell her parents.” Jungkook drums his fingers against your palm, both of you grinning from ear-to-ear but your parents remain clueless. Staring at him expectantly.

“Well I’m sure they’ll love you Kook, you know we’ve always said we’d be thrilled if Y/N brought home someone as genuine and kind as you. Not to mention handsome!” Your mom offers him a bright smile, one your father mirrors.

“Or just you in general… But I guess that’s not going to happen now.” Your dad’s face drops when he sighs, somewhat defeatedly.

“Dad.” You scold him, secretly lacing your fingers with Jungkook’s on your thigh. From the corner of your eye you can see his signature bunny-like grin brightening his sharp features, he’s gazing down at you fondly and your stomach is flipping with anticipation and excitement already.

“I know, I know… You’re best friends. Never gonna happen. We’ve heard it a million times. You have to admit though you two would be kind of perfect together.”

You nod slowly, eyes flicking between your parents. “Do you wanna tell them or should I?” You face Kook with a wicked smile, one that has both your parents wide-eyed and dumbfounded. Jungkook is laughing hard, nose scrunching when his eyes squeeze shut and his head kicks back.

“What? Tell us what?!” Your mom is standing now, why you’re not sure, and guessing by the look on her face neither is she. “What’s going on? Do you know Jungkook’s girlfriend?”

“Do we know your girlfriend? Don’t tell me you’re back with that ex of yours?” Your dad asks curiously, jaw falling open when Kook shifts on his seat, until his muscular arm is draped round the back of your chair.

“Mom, dad…” You’re grinning from ear to ear again, with a heart so full of love and adoration for everybody in the room. “I’m Jungkook’s girlfriend.” Your words are followed with a sweet kiss to your temple from Jungkook, who’s smiling like a lovestruck idiot right now.

“WHAT?!” The shrill shriek that tears from your mom’s throat is deafening, she’s already rushing over to your boyfriend and physically dragging him up to stand with her and hug her. “Why didn’t you say anything?! Oh my god, you two… How long have you been together?! Really?! You’re not lying to us are you?!”

“We had our first date two months ago, but you all know I’ve loved her a lot longer than that.” He chuckles into your mother’s hair, both strong arms squeezing her tightly. “I’m so glad you both know. It’s been hard keeping this to ourselves.”

“Y/N…” Your dad comes over to your seat wearing nothing but pride, relief and sheer joy blanketing his mature features when he bends down to hug you. “It’s about time! I’m so pleased for you both! Jungkook I couldn’t be happier that you’re her boyfriend—”

“And you’ve known each other since you were babies!” Your mom and dad swap, your mother now practically choking you with her death grip all while your dad and Jungkook share a warm embrace with bright smiles. “It’s just so-, it’s so…” She sniffles, burying her face in your shoulder. “It’s so beautiful that you’ve grown up together… Oh and now you might have children of your own and your love story begins in preschool oh how wonderful is—”

“Mom.” You snort, patting her back awkwardly while she bursts into tears. “Nobody’s having babies.”

“Not yet.” Jungkook winks, chuckling to himself when he catches sight of your mom’s glistening eyes. You told him she’d cry, you knew full well that she would.

“Oh god I’m sorry!” She wails, “I’m just so happy for you Y/N! And Jungkook…” Your mom finally lets go, latching onto your boyfriend once again who’s not had a moment to sit down since you told your parents, “I’d say welcome to the family but you’re already like the son I never had.”

“Likewise.” Your dad nods in agreement, settling back down into his seat when he looks at you. “This is potentially the best thing that’s ever happened to you.”

You playfully tut, rolling your eyes. “Hey! What about my ballet career—”

“You hear that Y/N?” Jungkook’s smile is wide, bright and paired the cockiest brow wiggle above doe-eyes you’ve ever seen him wear. “This is the best thing that’s ever happened to you. Me.”

“Potentially... He said potentially.” You remind him with a raised finger and a dumb grin, though something tells you that you’ll never hear the end of this story.

After a long evening of Chinese food and your mother sobbing you and Kook decide to call it a night and head back to his place in an Uber. That’s it now, everybody knows. Your heart is full of love, your stomach full of food, and your veins tainted with wine when you hum happily to yourself. You link with Jungkook’s muscular arm when you make your way up to his apartment. Perfectly happy.

When you step inside and slip off your shoes you’re overcome with a sudden rush of confidence. Gnawing your lip nervously you wait until he’s locked the door and turns to face you before throwing your arms over his shoulders and quite literally jumping on him, wrapping your legs round his taught body. His large palms grip the swell of your ass cheeks to hold you in place but he stumbles back some, having not expected you to pounce on him.

“Is someone a little drunk?” He chuckles, Pulling his head back just enough to get the dark tousled hair out his eyes.

You shake your head, smiling, “No I’m not that drunk, I’m just so happy that everybody knows now.”

“So am I.” He hums, welcoming the feeling of your fingers playing with his hair.

And then you kiss him. And he kisses you back.

“Shall we take this to the bedroom?” Your breath is warm against his lips when you giggle, hands mindlessly brushing the hair from his face revealing his thick brows and forehead. God, he’s fucking perfect. You feel like sending his parents ‘thank you’ flowers for creating such a beautiful human. Not just the way he looks but his personality too… He’s… perfect. You can’t believe such a handsome man was right under your nose all these years. And you can’t believe he’s your boyfriend now.

He pulls back enough to watch you curiously, his eyes hooded and blown out with a look you’ve never seen before. It’s dangerous, it’s seductive… And it sends a rush of heat straight between your legs. Jungkook blinks lazily at you, once, twice, three times… until he cocks his head to one side with a single quirked eyebrow.

His voice is low, a little croaky, “Yeah? You wanna?”

“Mhm.” You nod, smirking before sinking your lips onto his again in a lewd, messy, open-mouthed kiss that makes your head spin. His tongue swirls against yours rhythmically when he walks you into the familiar lavender scented setting of his bedroom.

“You sure you’re ready for this?” He asks, kicking the door shut behind him.

You can’t help but roll your eyes, “It’s not like we’re virgins Kook… I’ve had sex before.”

He nods, grinning, “Well you’ve never had sex with me before.” When he physically throws you atop his bedsheets he stares at your body hungrily, eyes raking over where your mini skirt barely covers your core before settling back on your face. “But are you sure you wanna do this tonight? We’ve been drinking.”

You shrug, propping yourself up on your elbows. “It’s not like we’re wasted, besides I’ve wanted to do this for a while but I was too nervous to make a move… Maybe a little liquid courage is for the best.” You chuckle, he stands at the foot of the bed, crossing his dark tattooed arms over his chest with raised brows.

“You’re nervous?” An amused puff of air rips from his nostrils when he smiles, albeit a little hopelessly, “Imagine being me. I don’t wanna fuck this up it’s all I’ve wanted for so long.”

Arrogance courses your veins, winning you to spread your legs and give your boyfriend a preview of what you have to offer. Flashing him your red lacy underwear barely covering your pussy. His gaze drops where you wanted it to immediately, the Adam’s apple in his throat bobbing up and down when he swallows.

Your tone oozes desire, cockiness… maybe even a little desperation when you whisper. Being sure to look him dead in the eye when you do so. “Get over here then.”

At this Jungkook tongues his cheek to try and disguise his smirk, pulling his grey shirt over his head to reveal his muscular body littered with artwork and stories. His voice barely audible, but the sound of his next words fill you with excitement.

“Oh I’m gonna fucking ruin you.”

Within the blink of an eye he’s holding his weight above you, crashing his lips to yours in a feverish set of hot messy kisses that have you moaning softly into his mouth. The friction from his jean-clad bulge rubbing against your underwear has you needily tugging the hairs at his scalp. This is it. Tonight’s the night. You’re going to have sex with Jeon Jungkook, the one person in the world you never ever thought you’d sleep with. But here you are, laid beneath him, his hands pinned either side of your head. You’re not just making out with your boyfriend, you’re making out with your best friend of twenty seven years.

“You’re such a good kisser Kook...” You exhale quietly, eyes fluttering shut when he nibbles your lower lip, playfully tugging it back with a wicked smirk.

“Mmm… So are you. Could kiss you all day.” He chuckles, lacing his fingers with yours before rolling his hips against you. You inhale sharply, followed by another gentle moan that has him smiling into the kiss.

“Why don’t you then?”

“Oh I will. Can’t always promise I’ll be kissing your lips though.”

He dips his head to your chest, expertly unbuttoning your blouse with his teeth. You didn’t even know that was possible, your wide eyes proving your surprise. Holy shit. Jungkook is so sexy… You kick your head back with an impatient sigh before your shirt is completely open, revealing your lacy red bra. His voice is low when he comes back up to face you, brows pinched, shit-eating smirk plastering his features.

“Matching underwear?” He feigns confusion, acting as though he has no idea what that means, “It’s almost like you planned this.”

“Maybe I did.” You bite your lip, looking up at him through flirtatious eyelashes, “Guess you’ll never know.”

He pulls you up to a sitting position, completely ridding you of your shirt before snaking his arms round your back where he struggles to unclasp your bra. You’re still gnawing your lip only now it’s to stifle laughter, and he’s frowning, trying to distract you with more kisses.

“…Do you need some help—”

“I’m sorry, this has never happened to me.” He admits with a defeated sigh, “Is this superglued together? Seriously why won’t it fucking open.” He’s tugging at your bra angrily, all while shaking his head in disbelief. You can’t help but giggle, reaching behind to help him out.

“Are you really that nervous?” You’re smiling.

He snorts but he doesn’t look amused, “I just-, things are different with you. You’re more than a quick fuck yknow? I don’t want to mess this up. I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologising.” Your heart races in your chest, “It’s me we’re talking about.”

At this he nods, eyes fixed solely to yours, “Exactly.” 

When your bra falls off your chest and onto the bed Jungkook wastes no time readjusting your positions. Sitting with his back flush to his headboard and pulling you onto his lap. He drinks in the sight of you bare chest for a moment, mouth ajar and eyes shiny and awestricken, until you crush your face to his in another desperate kiss to reignite the mood. 

When his thumbs softly graze your nipples you moan something that sounds like his name against him, winning him to regain confidence and smile. You barely register his thumbs coming up to where your faces meet until he licks them slowly. They quickly find your nipples again and the wetness gliding over them makes you gasp, lolling your head back.

Jungkook chuckles, already loving the sight of you coming undone before him. He attacks your neck with his lips and tongue. Kissing your flesh, kitten licking it, all while playing with your sensitive nubs. Your panties are already soaked, body desperate for more when you grind yourself against the very hard bulge under his jeans.

“You’re so sexy Y/N.” He groans against you, playfully sucking hickies into your skin. “Fuck, I can’t believe this is actually happening.”

Soon he finds the zipper to your skirt, unzipping it effortlessly and pulling it over your head rather than readjusting you again. His eyes drop to your red underwear, hooded and brimming with desire. Lips kiss-swollen and pink and open. He’s staring at you, his chest heaving up and down when he breathes.

“See something you like?”

“Sit on my face.” He blurts, and your eyes widen in shock.

Your expression is deadpan. “What—”

“I’m serious. Want you to ride my fucking face, now.” Something inside him must’ve snapped, because just like that he’s lost any kind of resolve he had previously. Sliding himself down the bed until your knees are resting either side of his beautiful head. You peer down at him with a hint of embarrassment, but he doesn’t care. Using one hand to push your underwear to a side, the other palming the fat of your ass that hovers above him.

“Jungkook we can just lay down and do this… I don’t actually have to sit on your face.” You giggle awkwardly, but he’s too fixated on the sight of your bare freshly waxed pussy to really pay attention to a word you say.

“You don’t get it.” He hums, gripping your ass even harder when he pulls it down until you’re literally sitting on his face. Blushing. “I want you to ride my face, so be a team player and ride it for me.” His words are hot against you, as are the string of kisses he peppers your folds with.

Your mind goes entirely blank, hands flying to the headboard to pull your weight up and give him some space to breathe. But he doesn’t have any of it. A white-knuckle hold finds purchase on your hips and drags you down to his face again, but this time his tongue plunges straight between your slit and finds your clit instantly. It twirls around it, against it, above it, below it, lips encasing it when he slurps at the bundle of nerves as though it’s his favourite meal and he hasn’t eaten in weeks.

“Ohhh…” Your moan is low, loud, and has your head flying back onto nothing. Your fingers wrap tightly round the metal bars on his bedframe when he speeds up his movements. Eating you out so expertly that you’re a writhing mess embarrassingly fast. “Kook… Holy shit.” You push against his tongue, the fear of suffocating him like this long gone.

“That’s it.” His words are wet and muffled, but despite that you hear the eagerness in his tone, “Ride my fucking face princess. Use me.”

Your mouth falls open with equal parts shock and exhilaration. Truthfully you’ve never given much thought to what Jungkook would be like in bed, not until recently, and even then you never expected him to be such a giver. Not in a million years. You’re moaning, groaning, hissing, panting, completely overwhelmed with the man buried underneath you.

“Jungkook…” You whine, recognising the familiar white hot heat deep inside you threatening to envelop your every sense. You’re close already, clit swollen and being licked and sucked and lapped up in the most mesmerising way possible. “Oh Kook…” You mewl, eyes fluttering shut so you can really concentrate on what’s happening. “Right there, right there! Oh, don’t stop!”

Rather than verbally acknowledging your pleas he uses his elbows to further knock your thighs apart, until your folds are spread wide and his face is deep in your pussy. His chin, his multitalented mouth, his nose, everything is pressed against you and working hard to get you off. It’s when he starts moaning at the taste of you that your whole body tenses, threatening to snap.

“Seriously don’t stop… Don’t stop!” You gasp, grinding yourself against his profile until your clit is back between his lips and being sucked into oblivion. 

It comes in pulses, the heat, washing over your body one beat at a time. Growing hotter and hotter. Jungkook reaches up and tweaks your nipples again, pushing you over the edge at an ungodly speed. “Oh! Ohhhh!” You try to warn him, hands flying down to his hair where you tug it hard, still pressing yourself against his face.

His eyes are closed, he’s completely focused on the job at hand which sends another lick of heat up your spine. “I’m gonna come! I’m gonna!” A guttural moan rips from your throat when your whole body ignites, convulsing above him when you come. He’s still moaning, slurping, sucking. His hands now on your waist, pushing and pulling your body across the bumps and bends of his face to help you ride out your high.

“Ahh..” You hiss, jolting upward, oversensitive. “I’m done now Kook...” You chuckle, managing to peel your boneless feeling frame off him and collapse onto the bed. Spent and out of breath, feeling nothing but euphoric.

Glancing over at Jungkook you register how wet his face is, glistening beneath the moonlight that seeps in through his window. You’re embarrassed to say the least, but he quickly reminds you that you have no reason to be.

“Cards on the table, that was the sexiest ten minutes of my life.” He breathes, grin bright and wide when he scoots over to kiss you, resting his weight on one arm before leaning over. “I nearly blew my load like six times, come here now.” His lips connect to yours in a rush, your head is still spinning but you kiss him back equally as desperate. If he’s that good at foreplay, you can only imagine how amazing the sex is going to be.

Your almost forgotten about underwear is soon dragged off your legs, adding to the pile of clothes strewn across his bedroom floor. His jeans come off next, along with his boxer shorts. You’re too busy kissing him to get a good look at his cock just yet. And before you can think about it too much he’s plunging at least two inked digits into your entrance, winning you to gasp against his mouth.

“Jungkook—”

“Mhm?” He hums with a knowing smirk, pumping his fingers in and out of you, curling them to the precise angle that has him prodding and stroking that sweet spongey spot hidden deep within your walls.

“Oh god, Jungkook…” You whine, fingertips digging into his bare shoulders for dear life.

“I love hearing you say my name like that. Thought about it so many times.” He chuckles, slipping his tongue back inside your mouth. Your legs are trembling, back arching from the bed, breathing ragged and shaky when you hear the obscene squelches coming from him finger fucking you. You almost feel guilty that you haven’t touched him yet, but he’s been so hyper fixated on pleasing you that you’ve not even had the chance to.

“Wanna—” You moan, thrusting yourself upward to meet a particularly thrilling curl of his fingers that has you writhing on the bed. “Wanna suck your cock Jungkook.” Your voice wavers from pleasure, throat dry from all the gasping and groaning you’ve been doing.

“Next time.” He kisses you, pushing himself on top of your trembling frame while his fingers are still buried inside you, scissoring your entrance just enough that you’ll be able to accommodate his size. “I have to fuck you right now, I didn’t spend my whole life…” He pulls out of you, sinking his body down to your neck before leaving a shiny trail of kisses down your body. “Leading up to this moment… To not fuck your brains out.” He laughs light-heartedly, as though this is the most normal situation ever.

“Do you have condoms?” You watch him make his way down your torso with lust-filled eyes, his head dips to your ribs, your stomach, your hip bones, kissing every part of you he can see.

“Mhm.” He hums against your bare skin, “Top drawer, my side.”

Your chest swells at how he describes the left side of his bed as his side, because you always sleep on the right. No sooner than you’ve grabbed the foil packet in question he takes it from your grip, tearing the packet open with his teeth and spitting it out his mouth. You can’t see him roll it on because your bent leg is in the way, but you do hear the relief that escapes him when he finally touches himself. Even if it is only to put a condom on.

“Tell me if it’s too much.” Are the last words he says to you before he shoves every hard inch of himself deep into your sopping walls. You both groan at the sensation, you feel so completely stuffed that your mouth drops open into a silent ‘o’ with your brows pinched and a loud gasp. He’s fucking huge. You definitely wish you fucked him sooner.

“Mmmmyyy god.” Jungkook frowns, exhaling shakily when he drops his head. His hands rest either side of your face, holding his weight on strong arms when he slowly pulls back before slamming himself back in. He watches your face closely, as if he’s silently asking permission to carry on. You nod, head flying back into the pillows when he thrusts again. And again. And again. And again. Until he’s created a pace that has you seeing stars and your ears ringing with white noise.

“Oh my god, Jungkook.” You mewl, the sound of skin slapping skin piercing the otherwise quiet bedroom. He’s fucking you hard, so hard that you know you wont be able to walk tomorrow.

He cranes his neck down to kiss you messily, the taste of you still lingering on his tongue. Your bodies jolt and jump with each of snap of his hips. “Need to be deeper.” He groans, the sound borderline animalistic when it rumbles his chest.

Before you have time to question it he’s pulled out of you and standing at the foot of the bed. He grips your ankles tight enough to bruise and drags you closer to him. Until your legs and ass dangle off the bed and he’s lined his cock back up to your entrance, pushing himself inside in one almighty thrust that makes you shriek. He’s stood up, throwing your legs over his shoulders before he continues to fuck you relentlessly, holding you in place by your hips.

“Jungkook!” Your back arches from the bed, fingers flying to twist and tug at the bedsheets. “Oh my god, Kook, oh my—"

“Fucking hell, you feel. Mmmph. You feel amazing.” He growls and your gaze snaps to him immediately. His brows are furrowed in concentration when he watches the way your tits bounce up and down every time he pounds into you, lips curled in on themselves baring his white teeth in a snarl, he’s so fucking sexy. You’re borderline sobbing, pussy feeling as though it’s going to split open any second, the sting adding to the pleasure coursing your body.

“Ohhh…” You bite your lip to stifle a loud moan, eyes rolling into the back of your skull.

“Wanna hear you say my name.” Kook bites, and every hair on your body stands to attention.

It comes out as a groan, but you oblige, “Jungkook…”

“Ohhh baby! Louder. Say it louder!” He thrusts into you even harder, leaning his body forward until the crown of his cock slams against your cervix with every smack of his pelvis.

“Jungkook!” You cry out, toes curling behind his head with exhilaration and the familiar threat of an orgasm. Seemingly impressed by how submissive you are the faintest smirk tugs his lips, he spits onto your clit and uses the pad of his thumb to press rough circles to the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Oh!” You gasp, “Kook I can’t, I can’t it’s too sensi—”

“Oh you can, and you will.” He takes his bottom lip between his teeth, biting down on it hard enough to suppress his own lewd noises. He’s still frowning, still watching how you react to him fucking your brains out. You’re a mess, a writhing whimpering mess already approaching your second rush of ecstasy.

“Ohhh my—” Built up tears pour from your eyes when you scream, voice wavering every time he pounds you, loud breaths and curses staining the air.

“Gonna come again?” His tone is almost threatening through clenched teeth, the persistent movements of his thumb bringing you closer and closer to your high, “Use me princess, use my cock to get yourself off.”

You’ve never seen this side of him before, you didn’t even know he was capable of being like this. You’re in awe, which is only amplified by the second orgasm that comes crashing down on you harder than he’s fucking you. If that’s even possible. You shriek loudly, walls pulsing around his length when you come.

“Kook!”

“Ahh…” He hisses, following it with a growl and an increase in pace, “I’m gonna come, Y/N. Shit Y/N… Ohh,” His jaw hangs open, eyes finding yours for a split second before they squeeze shut tightly. “My god!” A throaty moan leaves him, loud enough for you to feel slight vibrations in your chest. Hisses and whimpers follow when he slows down, helping you both ride out your highs.

It’s a few moments later when he pulls out of you and takes the condom off, knotting it before throwing it into his trash. Lazily, with an aching body you adjust yourself on the bed until your under the sheets at your side. 

Jungkook follows suit and lays behind you, wearing a big dumb grin when he kisses your temple, throwing a heavy arm over your middle. You’re exhausted, you feel heavy and weak and you can safely say without a shadow of a doubt that was the best sex you’ve ever had.

“Are you okay?” You can hear his smirk.

“Yeah.” You giggle a little breathlessly, “Just wasn’t expecting you to be like that…”

At this he chuckles, the sound low and earning your chest to tighten with something you’ve been feeling a lot recently. “Was it too much?”

“No!” You blurt a little to quickly, winning real, genuine laughter from behind you, “I mean no… I just, I don’t know. I’ve never seen that side of you before. I liked it.”

“Well get used to it princess, because I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me now.” He hums smugly, planting another kiss to your temple. Something shifts in the atmosphere and even though you’re not facing him you’ve known him long enough to sense his discomfort.

“Are you okay?” You ask with a racing heart. “Was it not… what you expected?”

You feel him shake his head from behind, “It was better than I expected, which is saying a lot cause I’ve been imagining you screaming my name since I was thirteen.” You roll your eyes and he snorts before turning serious, rambling, “But… I don’t want to make you uncomfortable but I really want to tell you how I feel right now but we haven’t said it yet, well you haven’t said it and I don’t want to rush you if you’re not on the same page—”

Without a moment of hesitation you roll over in bed, until your noses are touching and his big brown doe-eyes are the only thing you see. Save for his smile that holds the light of ten thousand suns, brightening the room and giving you butterflies. Further proving that tiny piece of information you’ve known for some time now.

And it’s finally time you shared it with your best friend.

“I love you too Jungkook.”