❁ status: Ongoing (updated by instinct, not schedule)
❁ warnings: MDNI
Not for everyone
18+ content
emotional infidelity
power imbalance
regret, longing, unresolved desire
explicit themes may appear
characters making poor but human choices
❁ notes:
Written without a fixed outline and allowed to change shape as it goes.
This piece prioritizes atmosphere, subtext, and emotional tension over plot resolution.
Characters may make choices that are uncomfortable, selfish, or morally grey.
That is intentional.
This is a practice space — tone may shift, length may expand, and boundaries may blur depending on where the moment leads.
Read slowly.
Step away if needed.
❁ cross-posted: Tumblr only (for now)
CHAPTERS
❀Introduction
Teaser
Abouts and Requests
After Hours - 01
In the yakuza world, a princess is not touched until she is claimed. Rei Himawari was raised untouched, guarded by tradition and blood oath, protected by a rule meant to preserve her until marriage.......
After Hours - 02 pt. 1 (🇨🇴🇲🇮🇳🇬 🇸🇴🇴🇳)
✦ ⟶ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚
〝 She was never his girlfriend—only the body he kept coming back to. 〞
Amayra and Taehyung were never anything official. Just late nights and closed doors, an arrangement built on silence and distance. He never promised you love—only his attention when he wanted it. You knew that. Still, you stayed. Somewhere along the way, you fell for him harder than you ever meant to, learned to measure your worth in the way he touched you and the way he refused to stay once it was over.....
After Hours - 04
in which a late-night study session at Taehyung’s house turns into a harmless guessing game — until the rules start changing.
After Hours - 05 (🇨🇴🇲🇮🇳🇬 🇸🇴🇴🇳)
after one terrible college score leads to an even worse argument with your father, you end up exactly where you always do - curled up in his best friend's lap, teary-eyed and seeking comfort.
Taehyung's always found you too sweet for your own good, too eager to please, too easy to break apart with one harsh word. But when he hears the way your father spoke to you? Something in him snaps. Because maybe he liked hearing you call him "Daddy" before - but now he'll show how he means it too.
After Hours - 03
After a too-formal dinner and awkward oysters, Jimin keeps you walking through empty streets in borrowed moonlight and flickering lamps, tux damp and hand never far from yours.....
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Genre: Fluff, Established Relationship, Soft!Jungkook, Sleepy Cuddles, BTS Being Menaces
Summary: Jungkook was casually doing a late-night Weverse Live when his sleepy, very clingy girlfriend—dressed in an adorable bunny onesie—unknowingly crashed it. Instead of panicking, she just snuggled into him, leaving ARMY absolutely feral over the softest, most wholesome moment ever.
Jungkook had planned a chill late-night Weverse Live—just him, ARMY, and a casual chat while lying on his bed like couch.
Nothing fancy. Just talking about his day, showing Bam’s latest antics, and maybe even playing a song or two if he felt like it.
But he forgot one tiny detail.
His very clingy girlfriend.
It was past 2 AM when you, wrapped in your oversized bunny onesie, sleepily shuffled into the room, eyes barely open as you followed the sound of Jungkook’s voice.
Your hair was a mess, your cheeks were puffy from sleep, and you looked so soft that Jungkook almost melted on the spot.
But then—he remembered.
He was live.
His eyes widened as he subtly shifted in front of the camera, hoping to block you from view. “Uh—” He glanced at the screen, then back at you.
Too late.
You crawled onto the couch and immediately latched onto him like a koala, burying your face into his hoodie-covered chest.
“Why are you still awake?” you mumbled, voice thick with sleep.
Jungkook froze.
ARMY? Losing their minds.
— WHO IS THAT???
— WHY IS SHE SO CUTE, HELP??
— JUNGKOOK GIGGLING LIKE A SCHOOLBOY, I CAN’T.
— BUNNY COUPLE CONFIRMED???
Jungkook let out a small, nervous laugh as he placed a hand on your back, rubbing slow circles. “Uh… baby?”
“Hm?”
“…I’m live.”
You stilled.
Slowly, you pulled your face away from his chest and blinked up at him. “You’re what?”
He winced. “Weverse Live. I’m talking to ARMY right now.”
Your sleepy brain took five whole seconds to process that. Then, ever so slowly, you turned your head toward the screen.
The comment section exploded.
— SHE’S TOO PRECIOUS, WTF
— JUNGKOOK LOOKS SO SOFT RN
— I’M WITNESSING THE CUTEST THING EVER
You blinked. Then blinked again.
“…Oh.”
For a moment, Jungkook thought you would freak out and roll off the couch in panic. But instead, you just let out a small, tired sigh and flopped back onto his chest.
“Too tired to be embarrassed,” you mumbled, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Tell them I said goodnight.”
Jungkook lost it. His giggles filled the room as he tightened his hold on you, resting his chin atop your head.
ARMY? Officially deceased.
— SHE’S SO REAL FOR THAT
— JUNGKOOK YOU’RE SO WHIPPED LMFAO
— GET MARRIED ALREADY
Still laughing, Jungkook turned back to the camera. “She says goodnight, ARMY.”
As expected, the chat erupted with hearts, crying emojis, and marriage proposals.
“Alright, alright,” he chuckled. “I should end this before she falls asleep right here.”
You mumbled something incoherent against his hoodie, and Jungkook’s heart swelled.
Just before ending the live, he leaned down and whispered,
“Goodnight, bunny.”
The last thing ARMY saw before the screen went black was your sleepy, content smile as you snuggled impossibly closer to him.
And just like that, Jungkook’s late-night Weverse Live became legendary.
A.N: I didn’t specify her occupation. She’s a career woman. Unedited, I might come back to it, wrote it on a whim.
Song: come home to me by Justin Bieber
"I'm home," your boyfriend announces his arrival. It's your last night together before he heads off to serve in the military. It's been a rough few weeks for both of you, especially for him. You know he's not ready to leave, especially at the peak of his career. Not only that, but his career consumed so much time that spending moments with loved ones became a rare luxury. He never had separation anxiety, yet here he is, struggling to leave everything behind for two years.
He left for the gym a little over an hour ago. Deep down, both of you knew he'd rather have stayed and done nothing and everything with you. Sadly, the uneasiness became overwhelming, visibly making him look shaky and pale. You suggested he go out and blow off some steam, and he left to try that.
"I'm gonna take a shower. I'm so sweaty."
"Yeah, okay."
And there's tension. You know it's not personal, but it makes you nervous anyway. You're undeniably going to miss him a lot. No, you don't show it to him because he's already in a vulnerable state. He's been trying to make the best of his solo era before he's rid of one of the craziest highs one gets – fame. You know he's not ready to leave all that behind. How you see it is that it's a learning curve and a point in his life for him to grow and mature. That's what the military does to boys. They take a leap into becoming a man. That's one of the pros you can see. You're as obliged to wait as he is to go, so you stopped whining about it as soon as you found out about the enlistment. He needs your support more than ever, so that's what you're giving him, period. Maybe it was one of the things that gave girlfriends the wife material quality – who knows?
With both of your hectic schedules, it was hard enough to spend much quality time together. When you did, it was the utmost best. Those times made the whole deal worth it. Two tired people in need of love and compassion met in an unusual place and easily fell in love as literal soulmates. Soulmates with little to no time to spend. You just wanted to support him as much as you could. It wasn't like you were never going to see him during the service time, but you'd very much rather have him come home to you, even if it's just to spend the night in bed, sleeping.
Your chest has been squeezed tight since a couple of days back. You watched the V-Live he'd done while you were away, and you weren't happy about it. People wouldn't leave him alone with their uncalled-for negativity when he was extremely generous with his limited time to make people who supported him happy. From stans accusing him of abandoning Bam, his baby, to them following him around – which he got a scolding from you for showing his address.
He's a strong man, one of the toughest you've met. And he manages to stay kind, humble, and polite. Now, shit like this doesn't faze him usually, but nowadays, you're in awe to see how clueless and selfish people could be. They may not see it, but he gets hurt, and they are not the ones to pick up the pieces. And with that mindset, they wouldn't have been able to even if they tried. Despite everything, he did a final live to fulfill his promise. That alone shows how huge his heart is and how much he cares.
When done showering and changing into his sweats, Jungkook quietly joins you in the living room, a towel in his hand, drying up his shaved head. A small smile forms on your lips just by the sight of him. Damn, you're so in love with this man.
"Hey," he says as he drops himself down next to you on the couch.
"Hey," you say softly. His eyes look into yours for a moment, then they drop to the ground. He still looks sad, all puffy from crying too. "Come here. Please." He pats his chest, signaling you to hug him. Seriously, you don't need to be told twice. When you wrap your arms around his neck, he leans back, making you lie on top of him. You stay like that for a minute. Then 2. Then 10. Until you both fall asleep. It's a 20-minute nap before you feel him shuffle under you. You're so comfortable and peaceful in your current position to move or open your eyes; you just stay like that.
"I will miss you so much." The words come out as a shaky whisper. "I really don't want to go." His arms tighten around your figure. You don't want him to go either. It's on the list of things not to say to him.
"I know. I will miss you too, but I promise it'll pass in the blink of an eye."
He shakes his head before resting it on yours. All you want to do is cheer him up and give him all the hope you can for the following 18 months. To make him feel and know that everything will be okay. He's a mess, and you just want to rid him of all the upsetting emotions he's feeling right now. If only you could take his pain and stress away.
"We will all be waiting for you. I will visit you whenever I can. And I'll see you when you're home." If I'm here. You don't add that detail either. It's possible to miss him on his free days depending on your schedule, but he knows that already, and it's not worth mentioning at this very moment.
"I'll go see Bam as much as I can. I'll take photos of him. I know they will too. I'll make sure to visit your parents too." You finally raise yourself to look at his beautiful eyes. The well of tears brimming in them completely shatters your heart.
"I love you." He croaks, trying really hard to keep himself from breaking down. Though you wish he would if he needed to, but you wait and reply, "I love you more."
"That's impossible." He sighs into your neck, making you shiver slightly.
"Agree to love equally then?" You suggest playfully.
"Deal."
There's a brief comfortable silence after that. Your mind quiets down as you enjoy his warmth and strong arms around you. Eyes closed, you listen to his heartbeats as well as his breathing. Thankful to have him.
"Do you think I'll be forgotten when I'm gone? 2 years isn't a short time." He breaks the silence. His words slightly anger you because you know that it's impossible and you really hate it when he gets insecure like that when he has absolutely no reason to. But you know, no matter what, his worries are valid, always.
"Of course not. Who could forget such a gorgeous, talented, wonderful, funny, and caring man like you? I couldn't. Even if you weren't mine, you'd have definitely left an impact. And obviously you did because, like, ARMY, you know? Besides, you're really hot, if I do say so myself. Who could forget this face?" He smiles at your encouraging words as they warm his heart.
"I don't think I'm hot right now."
“Oh baby, how wrong you are. You look so hot even if you don’t feel like it.”
“I think I’m going to cry.”
“Sure, I’ll cry with you.”
“What? No, don’t cry. I’ll cry even more.”
“It’s okay to cry. I know you’re struggling, I’m here for you baby. I would prefer if you weren’t in such distress but if you are, let’s go through it. Together.”
Your words move him. He knows he’s loved. By millions and by the people he cares for the most. You? You’re different. You love him so honestly and care for him thoroughly, he can’t help but to feel extra grateful for your existence. He’s usually a grateful person but you make him thank whoever out there that’s hearing him a little more often. He knows you’re the one he’ll spend what’s left of his lifetime with. He’d marry you in a beat if it weren’t for your no marriage till babies rule. Which he’s okay with. But still, you just have to say the word and he’ll take you to the courthouse. You come second to his mother in terms of peace and comfort he can find in one but he’s okay with you switching spots when the time comes. You’re the safest thing that’s ever happened to him in such a dangerous world.
“You will wait for me, right? 2 years is a long time. What if you met someone?” You appreciate his honesty. Him being vocal about his fears. You appreciate that he doesn’t hide from you. All you wish is for those fears to vanish. There’s no way you’re leaving him. Ever.
“I will wait for you as long as you want me to.”
“I will always want you to.”
“Good. We have a deal then.”
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“It’s almost 11, shall we go to bed? It’s going to be a long day tomorrow.” You suggest. He - technically you too - will have to wake up early. His parents were coming from Busan early in the morning to send him off.
“I’m not sleepy. Fuck, how am I going to fix my sleep routine, it’s seriously messed up.”
“I can’t think of a better place than the military for it.”
He pauses then laughs as it finally dawns on him. “How come I didn’t think of that?”
“You’re so out of it Jay Kay.”
“Mm, yeah. But I’ll be fine. We’ll be fine.”
“Yup. Definitely. Also, we don’t have to sleep just yet.”
“Oh yeah?”
“I thought we’d cuddle a little.”
It’s probably what you’re going to miss the most in his absence at home: his cuddles,
“And a one last ‘see ya’ fuck before I leave?” Wiggling his eyebrows, he looks at you with a glint of mischief and lust in his doe eyes.
Maybe that too. God, he seriously has no shame… he was crying just now this little shit.
To that, you can’t help but to tease, “When you put it like that, I guess I’ll pass.”
“Babyy, please. You got me all excited and stuff.”
He’s cute. A cute guy that makes you smile. Always. Even now you are smiling.
His pouty lips look so plump and kissable. You’re so used to seeing the ring there, that it feels weird now that it’s gone. “It’s a good luck, ‘I love you’ and a please be well fuck.”
“Mm yes, talk dirty to me.”
But you don’t do that tonight when your bodies are wrapped under the sheets. Instead, you just affirm and make love to him like you want to make sure he feels all the love you want to give. Maybe for the first time in weeks, he falls into a serene sleep, snuggled into your chest.
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“It’s time to go.” You hear someone yell. Time does fly whenever you wish it doesn’t. But it still does fly when you wish it does. You just need to allow it. Your heart squeezes a little but you try to breathe through it. He’ll be okay.
“Take care of yourself. Don’t get cold. Call me whenever you can.”
“I will do all that. I promise. I love you.”
“I love you. I’ll wait for you to come home to me.”
“I’ll come running, baby. Trust me.” He brings you in for a hug and gives you the quickest kiss allowed before turning away to say his goodbyes to his family.
You can’t wait for him to return but as he’s away, you wish him the best and in your heart pray that everything will be okay.
summary: your boyfriend, kook, comes home from work. tired and frustrated. later, he fucks you till you can no longer think for yourself <33 you love it when he has his way with you. most of it is just smut, lol.
pairing: reader x jungkook [ living together ]
warnings: dom kook, sub reader, spanking, oral (both receiving and giving, penetrat!on, cussing, mature language, degradation, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl ya'll), overstimmulation, jk kinda has a god complex??, calls you a slut and stuff, but also he's super nice about it, big d!ck jk LOLLL
word count: 2.1k
you saw his car pull into the driveway of your shared home. the black mercedes came to a hault and kook opened the driver's side door. he stepped out of the vehicle. you loved that he had to usually dress quite formal for work. today, he wore a navy blue button-up shirt with a black suit jacket and black slacks. the jacket was no longer on him though. he held his bag and jacket in one hand and shut the car door with force, eager to finally confront you.
you had been teasing him while he was at work. jungkook wasn't particularly against it either. he liked it, though he'd never admit it. you may have sent him a photo or two with the new lingerie set he bought you last week. you wanted to wait for a special occasion, but you were getting too impatient.
eagerly, you went to go open the door for him. it was a routine for you. whenever he'd come home from work, you'd take his stuff from him and put them to the side, and then he'd freshen up for the evening. you opened the door for the love of your life. as soon as you saw him you could feel your heart flutter a little bit. his hair was messy, some strands framing his forehead in the most drop-dead gorgeous way. the first button on his shirt was undone and his tie was loosened. oh, you could stare at him forever.
"ugh, it's so nice to see your pretty face again," he said in relief as he kissed your cheek. the butterflies were back.
you stopped gawking at the man in front of you, and he came in. he took off his shoes, and you took his bag and coat for him.
isn't he gonna talk about the pictures?
you closed the door to the closet, and soon enough, you felt a pair of hands around your waist. his touch glided across your body, snake-like. he would move his hands all over your body. you felt his warm breath near your right ear.
"you sure are really quiet for someone who was sending me nudes. that too, while i was at work?," he whispered against your neck. his voice sent vibrations down your back. your breath hitched. "what if someone else had seen those texts? did that occur to you, or were you turned on by that?"
he turned you around. his eyes were so dark but you could see the glint of the dim lighting. his eyes poured over you as if he wanted to memorize every inch of you. his hands snaked up your arms. he took you in for all of your worth. he could get high of the sight of the beautiful girl in front of him. you could feel your body tense up as he held you, even though he held you with the upmost care and softness.
he leaned in. his lips grazed your lips. but he didn't kiss you. you leaned in, desperate to get your kiss after such a long day. he chuckles, "aww, look at you. you're so cute." the cute shit he said, made you flustered. his hands held your waist and he pulled you closer. his lips attacked yours. he let out a soft moan, as your tongues moved against each other. he held your face, dominating the kiss, desperate to have that control over you. his kisses trailed from your lips to your cheek, to the side of your neck, and to your collar bone. you put your arms around his neck, holding onto, so you wouldn't fall over due to all the pleasure. he sucked and bit at the same spot. he knew you loved it when he did this. the light marks and redness it left behind. it was like him telling you, that you belonged to him, and only him. his hands trailed down, and squeezed your ass and played with the hem of your light knit sweater.
he guided you to the couch in the living room, which wasn't too far. both of you only broke the kiss to breath. he sat down on the couch along with you in his lap. he finally broke the kiss. "fuck y/n," and his hands reached down to take off your sweater, you guided his hands. as soon as that sweater was off, he started kissing your chest. "you make me crazy," he said against your chest as he took your nipple into his mouth and bit lightly. you were so sensitive. your hands found their way to his beautiful dark hair, "ahh, fuck, kook..." you moaned out. he licked and nibbled at your tits. one of his hands around your waist and the other groping and playing with your breast.
"on your knees, baby," he finally said. he helped you off his lap and onto your knees in front of him. he started undoing his belt. you couldn't help but still be shocked at his hard length. you wanted him so bad. you held and rubbed him through his pants. "i want you so bad, kook," you said lightly looking up at him with your sweet eyes. this was enough to send him over the edge.
you helped him take off his pants, and threw them next to you onto the floor. "fuck, are you in heat or something?" he said with a slight chuckle, as he ran his hand through your hair. you licked the tip of his length. the salty liquid coating your tongue. "mm, or maybe it's just you," you replied while stroking his length slowly. jungkook leaned his head back and moaned in pleasure. "ahh, shit y/n, keep going." you obliged and continued to stroke his hard length, also licking up his length. you took him in your mouth. he was so big for you, honestly. but i mean... who's complaining? as you sucked, he slowly thrusted his hips forward, trying to further abuse your little mouth. he tucked your hair behind the ear.
"come here," he held your face and pulled you in for a deep kiss. he quickly began taking off your denim shorts. you could feel the cold metal of his rings on your soft thighs. soon, you were turned on your back and he hovered above you. he played with your folds as he continued kissing you. "fuck, you're so wet, i can't wait to taste you," he said as his slender fingers played with your wet folds. he rubbed his thumb over your clit. it felt so good. you moaned in bliss. you felt like you were in heaven. kook broke the kiss. looking at your face. you looked beautiful under him, all desperate and ready to be fucked. both of your eyes filled with lust and hunger.
he trailed kisses down your stomach and reached your cunt. he inserted one of his fingers into you. "mm, kook, more..." you said, desperate for more of him. you thrusted your hips forward for more pleasure. then you felt his tongue on your slits. his lips pressed against your clit as he inserted another digit into your desperate cunt. you could hear the wet sounds as he worked on your sensitive cunt. your back arched in ecstasy. his tongue slurping like he was quenching his thirst. he flicked his tongue over your sensitive clit as his fingers pumped in and out of you. you were close. "fuck jungkook, please, i'm-," your speech was broken because of your moans.
as soon as you said that, his tongue and fingers left your wet cunt. "ngh, why'd you stop?" you complained. you were so close but he took your climax away from you. so close.
"well, because i wanted to, baby," his smile mocked you, "you made me suffer at work today, it's only fair right?" his hand crawled up your neck and held your face firmly. "i was so frustrated, sweetheart. do you know how awkward it is to have your cock throbbing while you're in a work meeting?"
he firmly held your waist and turned you onto your stomach. he pulled you closer to his hard length. god, you wanted him inside you so bad. you whimpered from the hot sensation. he firmly pressed you down from the back of your neck. your ass raised up. smack, he slapped your ass, you're sure it left a handprint. "fuck, you're so pretty like this," he said as he trailed his hand from the naval of your neck to the bottom of your back. he took your hands into his. holding them behind your back. "aren't you gonna say thank you? what a cute little slut, huh." another slap on your ass. it stung your cheek. he rubbed your ass and waited for your reply. tears beginning to well up in your eyes.
"ah! fuck, thank you, sir!," you replied and sniffed. your eyes threatened you with tears. he scoffed and kissed the red mark on your ass. he leaned against you, his hard length gliding against your slit. you ached to have him. he groaned, "fuuuck- y/n, you're such a adorable whore, i love it." your arousal coated his dick. and he pumped himself against your opening. he finally let his length enter you. quickly, bottoming in you. "oh! my god.." he groaned as his body weight was against your back. his grip on your wrists got even tighter. it burned. he sank into your cunt. he slid almost completely out and it isn't too long before he slams back into your aching cunt. the force almost sending you forward.
"holy... god," you moaned against the couch with your face on it. your voice muffled against the throw pillow and your eyes rolling back. his dick reached your core. it felt so good. you felt full and complete. his grip loosed and he leaned down kissing your back. "that's right.. i'm your god." he bit the skin on your back, leaving even more marks on your soft skin. he continued thrusting. each thrust violated your throbbing cunt. it was getting to much for you. you were too sensitive for this right now. your hands reached for his hips trying to push to get some distance. you tried to move away.
you attempted to catch your breath, "fuck, kook, you're so-," you said laying there, but before you could finish your sentence, you felt your arms being held behind you again. he pulled you back onto his hard cock. once again thrusting into your wet pussy. your walls closing in on him. "don't you fucking dare, push me away like that." he pulled your body back against his, his hand holding onto your neck. your back and his chest touching each other. you moaned out of the pleasure and pain, at the same time. he smacked your ass again. you winced at the sudden stinging sensation.
"fuck, y/n, i'm close-" he growled into your ear. his groans and moans overpowering your senses. "please... jungkook," you whined through your moans. you were close too, again. "please, cum in me, let's cum together~," you pleaded. you wanted this so bad. you were on the pill, so it didn't matter. the warm liquid filling you up, felt so good.
"anything for you, sweetheart," his grip around your neck got tighter as he moaned against your neck. "ugh, y/n, fuck you're so hot." he exclaimed as he filled you up. as he came into you, his grip on your neck loosened and you were finally able to catch your breath.
he buried his lips and face into the nape of your neck. your back and his chest were now pressed together, with a thin slick layer of sweat between the two of you. he collapsed onto you, as a result you also fell onto the bed, under him. you both breathed heavily in unison. "mm, kook, get off me~," you whined being under his full body weight. "no~," he cooed back. he held your hand and cuddled you. he rubbed his thumb on the back of your hand, "hey, y/n, i'm sorry, was i a bit too rough," he asked. he looked into your eyes with the most genuine happiness and care for you. you chuckled, and put your hand on his cheek, "no, i really liked it actually, you should do that more often, hehe," you giggled back at him. he leaned in to caress your lips with his. you pulled away. "kook...i think we should go take a shower, together." you could see the surprised but eager look at his face. his cute bunny teeth smile plastered on his face, "i think that too," he said.
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this was my first ever oneshot, i really hope it turned out good lol. thank you for reading ya'll! x
Content (subject to change): head of operations! jungkook, emotional attachments, oc is a tad entitled, unlabelled fwb, suggestive themes, jungkook is the main character, heartbreak, vaping, mentions of boarding school, mommy issues, insecurities, indecisive oc, gaslighting, guitarist! Jk, they have a special spot :( love at first sight? implied that oc is a woman of colour, no toxic masculinity here!!, sexual themes, gardener! Jin and hospitality! Namjoon support group, ft jimin, jealousy, oc is thicc, sneaky links,
Other Content: multiple smut scenes, switch! jk, making out, overstimulation, jk cries? switch! reader, slight brat! oc, size kink, sm praise, body worship, jk is so pussy whipped, possessive oc, minor spanking, missionary, closet sex, skinny dipping, oc is bold, penetrative sex, soft dom! jk, protected and unprotected sex (wrapt it b4 u tap it), oral sex (f! and m! receiving), begging, hickeys, hair pulling, doggy style, almost getting caught :)
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Under the golden midday sun, the golf course sprawled out before Jungkook in a picturesque panorama of lush green fairways and shimmering ponds. It was an ordinary day on the links, with golfers in their crisp attire moving about, but something extraordinary was about to unfold.
As Jungkook concentrated on his task at hand, the rhythmic clinking of golf balls echoed around him. He'd been working at the Hamilton Hills Country Club for quite some time now, but today was different. He couldn't quite put his finger on it until he heard the distant hum of a golf cart approaching.
Turning towards the sound, his eyes widened, and time seemed to slow. There, gliding gracefully on the golf cart, was the sexiest, most stunning woman he'd ever seen. Her sun-kissed skin gleamed like polished bronze beneath the vibrant rays. Her long, buoyant curls caught the sunlight, casting a radiant halo around her.
She was a vision of elegance and allure, her attire a perfect blend of sporty and sophisticated. As she rode beside her father, who was concentrated on the path ahead, she exuded an air of effortless confidence.
Jungkook's heart quickened, and an unfamiliar warmth washed over him. The golf ball fell forgotten from his palm as he watched her, mesmerized. The world around him blurred, and for a fleeting moment, it felt like it was just him and this captivating woman.
He couldn't tear his gaze away, captivated not only by her beauty but by the grace with which she moved. It was as if she held the secrets of the summer in her very being. The very smile she flashed his way before passing him left him intoxicated.
As their eyes briefly met, a rush of emotions coursed through Jungkook. It was a mixture of awe, admiration, and a tinge of nervousness. He felt like he'd stumbled upon a hidden treasure on this ordinary golf course.
In that brief, stolen moment, as she glided past him, Jungkook's world had shifted. The memory of that encounter would linger in his mind, setting the stage for a story he could never have predicted, a story that would change his life forever.
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summary: in which jungkook finds himself in the middle of a classic childhood disney movie
pairing: jungkook x reader
genre: fluff, crack
warnings: none
author’s note: this was just a random thing i thought of, so i wrote it down (unedited)
In the heart of a quiet city lies an ice-cream parlour just like any other. It's a rather mundane day, and before Jungkook makes the trip back to his rather lonely apartment, he decides to stop for ice cream.
Yes, the twenty five year old man with a tattoo sleeve and piercings is getting ice cream on the way home.
The bells sing above the doorway as he enters, announcing his presence to everyone inside. The warm afternoon has more than just Jungkook looking for a sweet dessert to cool him down.
He gets in line behind a young woman, beside her an even younger child, six maybe seven. The little girl laughs at something her mother says, throwing her head back and almost knocking into Jungkook. The strikingly beautiful woman smiles apologetically at him, despite having done nothing wrong.
She grabs the child's arm, laughing softly as she ushers her forward.
Despite just sparing a glance at her, Jungkook thought she looked quite young to be a mother. Though, their same coloured hair and similar laughs couldn't have been just coincidence.
The line moves quick enough, and soon Jungkook is just a step closer to his beloved vanilla gelato.
"I want oreo!" the little girl squeals, hands and face pressed up against the glass as she ogles at the all ice-cream.
"One scoop of oreo in a cup and one scoop of vanilla in a cone please," the woman says to the employee, keeping one hand on her child to make sure she doesn't fall over in all her excitement.
It's endearing and entertaining at the same time watching the girl's eyes light up as she watches the ice-cream being scooped up and put into a cup before being laid right before her eyes.
"That'll be $8.20."
The woman reaches into her bag, digging around for her money when her face drops. A surge of panic washes over her face before she frowns, hesitantly turning to her child with a guilty expression.
"I'm sorry baby, looks like we're gonna have to come back another day.."
The poor child looks devastated, bottom lip wobbling as tears well in her eyes- Jungkook would be a monster to stand back and watch her day be ruined.
"I've got it."
He steps forward, wallet already in hand as Jungkook pulls out a $10 bill.
The woman turns to him, surprised and a little embarrassed. This close, Jungkook realises she's barely up to his chin.
"Oh, please! you don't have to-" but Jungkook is already handing the money to the cashier, who accepts it.
Jungkook hands the cup of ice-cream to the little girl with a smile, and the second of hesitation on her face before she takes it is replaced with utter happiness as she takes a bite.
"Jae!" Her mother scolds her, before looking back at Jungkook.
"Thank you so much for that! Please, let me get your number so I can pay you back," she says, pulling out her phone and holding it out for Jungkook to take.
He uses a hand to lower it, shaking his head.
"There's no need, seriously."
The woman blushes, bowing slightly to show her appreciation.
"Say thank you to the nice man," she says to her child, who thanks Jungkook with a mouth full of ice-cream.
Jungkook smiles endearingly.
"No problem at all."
The woman thanks him again before they leave, and Jungkook gives her a smile before turning back to buy his own ice-cream.
Five minutes later he's walking down the street, a cone of vanilla ice cream in hand as he makes his way to the train station.
But he stops short when he sees the woman from before and Jungkook's jaw almost drops as he watches her reach into her purse and pull out a $5 bill which she hands to the street vendor before sitting down on the curb beside her kid, eating the churros that she bought with the money she supposedly didn't have.
The two of them are giggling to each other when Jungkook marches up to them, feeling utterly stupid.
"Hey woman! What the hell was that?"
The girls look up at him, then each other before they both burst out into laughter, making Jungkook even more angry.
"You scammed me!"
The woman finally stands, and Jungkook glares down at her as she approaches him, almost toe to toe when she finally looks up into his eyes.
"It's called a hustle," you smile sweetly, a mischievous glint in your honey brown eyes.
Suddenly Jungkook doesn't know whether he's meant to be angry or impressed. In all honesty, every thought flies out of his head when you're standing this close and he can notice every feature on your face, every beauty mark and tiny freckle.
"Oh my god, did you just Zootopia me?"
You laugh again, and Jungkook's resolve starts slipping even more. He feels the need to take a step back, suffocating in your presence.
"Sly fox, dumb bunny," you shrug.
"Is that even your kid?" he asks instead, nodding at the little girl still sitting on the curb munching on a churro.
"Nope, my niece." you grin wickedly, and Jungkook groans.
"This is what I get for being a good human being."
"Okay Oprah, calm down."
There's an easy smile on his face that Jungkook just can't wipe off.
Who was this beautiful, witty, woman who scammed him and why was he so attracted to her?
"I'm Yn, and if you sit down with us I'll give you a churro and maybe you'll forgive me," you don't wait for him to accept him, settling back down on the curb and grabbing a churro, turning to Jungkook and holding it up to him expectantly.
Whatever force compelling him to take it was overpowering, and soon enough Jungkook was beside you, churro in hand as he tried to figure out how it had come to this.
He tries so hard to hate the the girl next to him, she scammed him of his money! But something about you just made you impossible to be annoyed at.
"I promise that's the only time I've ever done that so please don't call the police.."
He wasn't going to anyway.
"I'm babysitting my niece today and we watched Zootopia earlier, and I thought it'd be funny to try what Nick did.. I didn't actually think it would work,"
You smile to yourself as you replay that moment in the ice cream parlour, remembering how quick Jungkook was to offer to pay. You never even interpreted it as an ego thing, something about him told you he was just that kind of person.
Jungkook is staring at the road when a ten dollar note is being shoved into his face.
"Atonement," you smile weakly when Jungkook turns to look at you rather puzzled. There's a small blush on your cheeks, he's not sure if it's embarrassment or not but either way, he shakes his head.
"Don't worry about it," he chuckles softly.
A beat of silence passes as you both just take in the quiet around you, shopkeepers bringing in their signs as they close up for the day, streetlights blinking on as the sun slowly disappears over the horizon.
Out of the corner of his eye, Jungkook sees the child, your niece, poke you inconspicuously before whispering, "Is he your boyfriend?"
Before you can ever process it, you let out a snort which makes Jungkook smile to himself as he pretends not to listen.
"Can he buy us ice-cream everyday?" she asks eagerly.
"If you ask nicely," you tease back, before hopping up and holding your hands out for your niece to grab.
"We're gonna head off before it gets totally dark," you say to Jungkook who follows you up, dusting his jeans off.
"Right.. I should probably head off too," Jungkook says.
You exchange the world's most awkward goodbye before leading your niece by the hand to the parking lot where you parked your car.
You don't know why a part of you wanted him to at least hope to see you around, but a tinge of disappointment had settled in your stomach when you walked away with just a goodbye.
You make it to your car before you hear your voice from the street.
"Wait!"
You don't know how fast you stop and turn around before Jungkook is crashing into you, an arm instantly coming around your waist to stop you from toppling over.
"Fuck- sorry!" he apologises twice for almost running you over and swearing in front of a child. Luckily she's already buckled into her seat and playing on her Ipad to notice.
"You okay?" he asks.
As if realising he's still holding you, he removes his arms letting them hang limply by his side.
"Uh, yeah.."
"I'm gonna be honest, I don't know what I'm doing here, but I just know you're witty and cool, and stunningly beautiful- I would be stupid to let you go without any way of ever seeing you again."
His admission has your cheeks burning, and you look away to hide how much it affects you.
"Not that I'm expecting anything, unless you are, 'cause in that case I'd definitely- you know what, this was so stupid and I'm probably creeping you out.. I'm so sorry, I'll leave, sorry again," you can't help but laugh as he turns away embarrassed, about to walk off when you grab his wrist and pull him back.
The low light masks his blush, and only Jungkook can feel the way his cheeks heat under your soft smile.
"Give me your phone, dumb bunny."
It's comical how fast Jungkook tears his phone out of his pocket, handing it to you and watching eagerly as you type in your number.
"Text me next time you're getting ice cream," you grin as you hand the phone back to him.
Jungkook smiles at you through the window as you climb into the driver's seat, and in the back seat is the little girl who's life he might have changed today, waving at him with the biggest smile on her face.
He didn't need to be Oprah to know he made someone happy today.
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Disclaimers: I don't own Coca-Cola (obviously) and I also don't own the gif I used for my header (double obviously) 😁 Creator is credited.
A Note from Kutemouse: I know, I know, I'm supposed to be working on my several Works-in-Progress, not something new. In my defense, I recently attended my class reunion and had a lot of feelings surrounding it, hence this piece of work. JK's character is a lot like the guy I was in love with for all of high school, someone I recently cleared the air with.
This work is raw and unedited (except for a brief spellcheck), so hope you enjoy kutie pies 💜
Age Recommendation: 16+ This is a pretty tame one, kuties.
Genre: Angst, Fluff, High School AU
Warnings: Swears, duh. That's honestly about it. Like I said, tame.
Word Count:
Summary: A party brings you and your old classmates together, including him. Can you reconcile with your feelings?
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Connect Two (Angst, Fluff)
The party was, in a word, loud.
Just the way you liked it.
You and your best friends, Roseanne and Lisa, were standing near the couch, sharing drinks, laughing, talking.
“What about him?” Roseanne asked, her Aussie accent piercing through your jumbled thoughts. She raised her finger to a guy who had just entered the room.
You shook your head in disgust. “Ugh, not that guy. I remember him. All he wanted from girls was their virginity.”
“He isn’t even that cute,” Lisa muttered as the said guy in question walked past, tossing a wink towards you and your friends.
You visibly shuddered. “Believe me, you don’t want to touch him with a ten-foot pole.”
“Yeah Rosé,” Lisa teased. “What’s with your taste in guys tonight?”
She tossed a dazed smile back. “Apparently I’m way too drunk to pick anyone.”
“And why are we doing this again?” you sighed. “Thank you guys for your concern, but I don’t need or want to date anyone right now.”
“Who said anything about dating?” Rosé retorted.
“Yeah, fuck that noise,” Lisa added. “We’re trying to find someone for you to spend the night with.”
“I don’t think so,” you muttered, taking a sip from your cup in the hopes that it would help you tolerate your besties’ antics.
You had been invited to a party near your parents’ house by some old schoolmates, where you knew several people from your class would likely show up. So far, you hadn’t seen too many people you knew, but the ones you did were ones you only knew in passing. You had transferred into your school only three years before graduating. Everyone else had formed their own friends and cliques, and you had different tastes than most of the student population, anyway. Where was your group of nerdy, animé-loving schoolmates?
Oh, that’s right. There were only three of you, and the other two lived abroad, leaving you here to fend for yourself. You were just glad that he wasn’t here. You hadn’t seen him since graduation five years ago, and ever since then, you’d been rehearsing the same speech over and over in your mind.
I’m sorry.
Lisa audibly gasped, gripping your arm tight. “Where?” Rosé asked, looking over your shoulder. She too loudly gasped and grabbed your other arm.
“What?” you asked, glancing between their faces. “What?!”
Lisa slowly raised a finger, pointing behind you. You looked over your shoulder to see him walking by. “Shit!” you mumbled, turning quickly back around, heat rising to your cheeks. Of course. Just when you thought you were in the clear.
Rosé looked at you incredulously. “Wait, Y/n, do you… know him?”
To say the least. You had only spent every single minute of those three years in love with him. Back then, he had cherry red hair that did nothing to take away from his bright, shy smile and the ever-present mischievous sparkle in his dark eyes. You remembered the first time you met him.
You were standing in line with your best guy friend, Hoseok, to get food. The crowd inside the gymnasium was tumultuous with all their chattering, cheering, cat-calling. You were glad to get a reprieve from the noise, even if it was brief.
“Hey, Jungkook!” Hoseok called out. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“Hey Hobi,” a quiet voice said back. You turned to see him, a shy smile on his face as he stuck his hands in his trouser pockets. His dark eyes slid over to you, giving you a curious once-over. And just like that, every wall you had up fell. You had to get to know this boy.
“Oppa,” you muttered, nudging Hoseok.
“What?”
“Introduce us,” you hissed.
Hoseok smirked. “Jeon Jungkook, this is L/n Y/n.”
You turned and gave him a bright smile, which on second thought, might not have been the best thing. Jungkook looked extremely nervous. “H-Hi,” he stammered out, his voice cracking.
However, you were determined not to let his shyness get in the way of what could potentially be an epic romance.
“Hi,” you said back, holding out your hand. He took it gingerly, his grip gentle as your intertwined hands briefly touched.
You shook the memory away, your hair falling into your face. “Oh my god, you do know him,” Rosé said. “No way. Were you friends?”
“You should introduce us,” Lisa added, twirling her hair around her finger.
“Not a fucking chance,” you muttered. You tipped your cup into your mouth only to find it frustratingly empty. “Hang on, I need another drink.”
You made your way to the kitchen, stumbling slightly, when you saw him talking to another girl, laughing and smiling that bright, wide smile. Damn him. He looked even better than he had back in school, which was saying something. His jet-black hair matured him in a way that made your knees weak, casually falling over his left eye and giving him a sultry look. Tattoos now covered his arms and hands, along with a new piercing that went through his right eyebrow. “Holy fuck,” you thought. You placed a hand over your chest as your heart flipped over itself much in the same way it had eight years ago when you saw him for the first time. No longer was his grin shy and withdrawn, but confident and fearless.
His eyes shifted in your direction, connecting with your gaze for a few seconds before sliding back over to the girl he was talking to. Just that small exchange left you reeling. It was like nothing had changed. You still felt that same invisible string connecting both your souls together, tugging you towards him despite you using all your strength to break it. But you knew he didn’t feel the same way.
“Hey guys,” Jungkook said, averting his gaze as he opened his door and gestured inside.
“Hey JK,” Hoseok said. “Ready to have your ass kicked?”
“You wish,” Jungkook shot back, tossing Hoseok a small grin. “H-Hey Y/n.”
“Hey.”
You bit your lip to contain the grin threatening to cover your entire face. After that day at the game, you, Jungkook, Hoseok, and a couple of other guys had sat at the same table for lunch. One of your favorite things to do was to play board games or card games during your break, but what you all looked forward to the most was playing video games together.
You were okay, kind of ranging in the middle of the pack, but it was one of the only ways you could spend time with Jungkook. You loved who he became while you were playing video games. He turned from a shy, soft-spoken teenager to someone who knew what he was doing and knew he was good at it. Really good.
“On your left,” he called, directing you and Hoseok effortlessly. You glanced at him. He’d dyed his hair to an attractive brunette, and had obtained a couple new ear piercings. You inhaled sharply as he bit his lip in concentration, eyes focused intently on the screen.
“Y/n!” Hoseok groaned as the screen went grey.
“Oh, oh, my bad,” you said, ripping your gaze away from Jungkook.
“It’s okay, it’s time for a snack break anyway,” Jungkook said, standing up.
“I’ll help,” you said, feeling a fresh wave of confidence wash over you. Last year, you were the awkward new girl with braces and glasses that magnified your eyes in an unattractive way, but this year was the year Jungkook noticed you. You had gotten contacts, learned how to use makeup, gotten your braces off, and learned how to style your hair to frame your face in a cute way. This was the year you made your feelings known.
You followed Jungkook to the kitchen, watching his broad shoulders as he towered above you. He’d definitely grown a lot in the past year. And his smell… so enticing. You didn’t know what kind of cologne he used, you just knew you wanted to buy buckets of it to inhale from.
Jungkook opened the fridge. “What kind of soda do you want? I have Coca-Cola, cherry, grape…”
You were barely listening. All you could do was stare at him, his flawless, creamy skin beckoning to you. The string you felt connecting your souls tugged you forward, giving you the confidence you needed to take things to the next level. You stepped close just as Jungkook was closing the fridge door and placed a quick kiss on his cheek.
Jungkook dropped the can, letting it clatter on the floor.
He looked at you, his mouth parted open. “Y/n…?” he asked weakly.
You placed your hands over your mouth, shocked at yourself. “I’m… I’m sorry,” you said, turning and fleeing the room.
You nearly crashed into Hoseok. “Hey, what’s the rush?” he joked, placing his hands on your shoulders to steady you.
“Whoa,” he said, noticing your blown pupils and heaving chest. “Are you okay, Y/n?”
“Yeah,” you said breathlessly, holding a hand to your forehead. “I mean, I think so. Feeling a bit light-headed.”
“Want me to take you home?”
“N-No, I have my car, I just need a minute.”
“Yo JK,” Hoseok said, looking over your shoulder. You didn’t dare turn around. “Can you get Y/n some water? And make sure she gets home safely? I know she’s been staying up really late to study. I’d do it myself, but I’ve gotta go home to watch my little sister. My mom was just called into work.”
“Sure th-thing.”
Concern took over Hoseok’s features. “You okay?”
“Yep,” Jungkook replied, his voice much too high.
Hoseok didn’t look convinced, but he left you both anyway after saying his goodbyes. “I’d better go too,” you said, turning.
“Wait.”
You turned, hope blooming in your chest. Jungkook’s dark eyes caught the light as he stepped close, wide and earnest. He gently took both your hands in his and squeezed. Tingles exploded across your body, like mini-fireworks of every color lighting up your insides. “Y/n, I know you l-like me,” Jungkook stammered. “But I have to tell you something…”
The fireworks inside you fizzled out, your eyebrows drawing together as you anticipated his next words. “I like someone else.”
You slid your hands out of his. “What?”
“I like someone else,” he repeated, looking away from you.
You scoffed. Of course he liked someone else. There were a hundred other girls he could pick from, all of them prettier than you, smarter than you, better than you in every way.
“I’m sorry, Y/n.”
“For what?” you said, your voice hoarse. “It’s not your fault. You can’t help how you feel.”
Jungkook finally looked at you again, pity in his eyes. You turned away, hating that he felt sorry for you. For you! He should feel sorry for himself.
You closed your eyes, willing the anger away. You meant what you said. This wasn’t Jungkook’s fault. He couldn’t help who he loved or didn’t love.
“I’ve got to go,” you muttered, turning away.
“Wait, Y/nー”
“For what?” you said, whirling around to look him in the eyes. “For you to love me back? That’s never gonna happen, soー”
“You love me?”
“Shit,” you said under your breath. “No, I-I’m confused, what I meant wasー”
Jungkook took a step away from you, his face screwed up in distress. “Y/n… I’m sorry, I don’t feel the same way.”
You shrugged. “Okay. That’s fine. It’s fine. We’re fine.”
You grabbed your things and opened the door, the tears welling up fast.
“Did I fuck up?” Jungkook asked quietly from behind you. “Are we still friends?”
You turned back, your eyes shining with tears that hadn’t spilled yet. “Yes, we’re still friends,” you choked out. “I’ll see you at school.”
“Want a drink?”
You were shaken out of the memory by a guy standing in front of you that you didn’t recognize. “I’m sorry, what?”
“I asked if you wanted a drink,” he said, his voice filled with amusement. You sized the guy up. He was cute. Not really your type, but maybe you could make the most of tonight with a guy like him.
You felt a hand on your shoulder, causing you to turn. You were expecting Rosé or Lisa, but instead felt ice run through your veins as Jungkook’s dark irises met your own. “Dude, I think your girlfriend is looking for you,” he said pointedly.
The guy snorted and left, tossing a glare in Jungkook’s direction.
“I didn’t need saving,” you snapped, brushing Jungkook’s hand away.
“I know. I just wanted to talk to you.”
“So talk.”
One side of Jungkook’s mouth lifted in a halfhearted smirk. “C’mon Y/n, you already know what I want to talk about.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Do I?”
“Don’t you remember?” he asked, stepping closer. “Graduation?”
You blinked and glanced down at the floor, painful memories pushing past all the walls you’d built to hold them back.
“Congrats Y/n,” Jungkook said, holding his diploma, smiling shyly at you. Your heart skipped a beat. Despite everything, you were still in love with him. He had grown even taller, and his hair was now dyed a sandy brown with blonde streaks. He’d grown into his smile a bit, and had even grown confident enough to sport a bit of eyeliner that attractively set off his dark eyes.
“Congrats to you!” you said enthusiastically. “We did it!”
“We did, huh?”
The awkwardness between you two grew. Even after three years of spending time together, it seems neither of you could keep the conversation flowing. “Hey, can I talk to you? In private?” Jungkook asked suddenly.
Your mouth parted open in surprise. “S-Sure.”
You both stepped out into the darkened hallway, the only light coming from a few windows further down. “I figured I should be honest with you,” Jungkook said, looking down at his feet. “Remember when you kissed me a year ago?”
You blushed profusely. “N-No,” you said, cursing your shaky voice. Of course you remembered. How could you forget? It’s not like your feelings had changed. Despite him rejecting you, Jungkook still held the number one spot in your heart. Sure, you’d dated other guys and done your best to get over him, but that string was still there, connecting you to him, wrapped around your very soul.
“I told you I liked someone else.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s right,” you said. “I r-remember now.”
One side of his mouth lifted in a half-smile. He saw right through you, and you both knew it. “Well, that girl was Aubry.”
You resisted rolling your eyes. Of course it was. She was only the prettiest girl in your class. You didn’t know a single guy who hadn’t had a crush on her at one point or another. Aubry was not only extremely beautiful, but extremely nice as well. She’d stood up for you a couple times when her more snobby friends made rude comments toward you. As far as you knew, she’d stayed single your entire school career. She was a free spirit, a kite that wanted to break free from its string. You knew she wanted to travel and do volunteer work in less fortunate countries, not stay here and be in some relationship that would likely end in disaster anyway.
“She rejected me.”
Again, you resisted rolling your eyes. You saw that coming a mile away.
“But I never stopped loving her.”
“Jungkook, why are you telling me all this?” you asked impatiently. Your friends and family were waiting on the other side of the door, why were you here letting your emotions get torn to shreds?
“Because,” he said, twisting his hands around each other nervously. “Because I wanted to tell you I was wrong.”
You blinked at him. “Wrong? About what?”
“About turning you down. I should have given you a chance.”
You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “Wh-What?”
“I was so fixated on Aubry, I ignored everyone else,” Jungkook muttered. “But as far as being with you went… I can’t say I didn’t think about it.”
Silence built a wall between you two. “Are you… Are you serious?” you finally said.
Jungkook nodded.
You scoffed. “What the hell, Jungkook? You couldn’t have told me this earlier? We’re graduating! It’s too late!”
“I know. You’re going off to college abroad, and I’m focusing on my singing career. We’re going totally different directions, but I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t at least tell you.”
“Wow. You couldn’t have left well enough alone, could you?” you said, emotion clogging up your throat. “You just had to get one more painful memory in.”
“What? No, that’s not what Iー”
“Fuck you, Jungkook.”
His mouth dropped open in shock. “Wait, Y/nー”
“No!” You cut him off, holding a hand up. “You don’t get to break my heart like that again. Fuck you!”
You threw open the door and ran through it, angrily swiping at the tears that had finally spilled over.
“Yeah, about that,” you said, pushing the memory back down into the dark recesses of your mind. “Sorry I told you to fuck off.”
“Uh, I believe your exact words were, ‘Fuck you, Jungkook.’”
You rolled your eyes. “Whatever.”
Jungkook smirked before taking a sip from his cup. “Are you here alone?”
You folded your arms. “Maybe.”
He chuckled. “If you are, I’d like to keep talking to you, if that’s okay.”
You bit your lip to contain the smile that surfaced at his words. “Sure.”
Jungkook grinned back at you, melting your insides like butter tossed into a hot pan. That string that had always linked the two of you began to thicken, building strand upon strand with each flirtatious comment, each meaningful look, each chuckle and laugh. Maybe this would ramp up into an epic romance, or maybe this would merely turn into a beautiful friendship, but either way, your connected souls would never part ways again.
Description: You and Hobi have been friends for years, but during a horror movie at the theater, you can't help but notice that he is acting very strange, almost nervous in front of you all of the sudden. A rainy night soon turns into the night of your dreams.
You can't tear your eyes away from the screen. The killer is just around the corner and the innocent girl is walking right towards him. "Hobi omg I can't look." You turn your head into his shoulder and he laughs. "Y/N don't be such a wimp! This is super predictable." You can feel him look at you so you lift your head, but before you can see his eyes he turns back to the screen smiling.
Something is off tonight. Of course you can tell. Hobi has been your best friend ever since you were kids. You can read him like a book. He's acting...nervous around you? This is very unusual. You shake it off and continue to watch the movie, wincing at the jump scares, hoping Hobi doesn't notice.
When the movie ends, Hobi looks at you. "Eh, I'd give it a 2 out of 5. Wasn't the best. What did you think Y/N?" You shake your head. "Nope, never again. I can't believe you brought me to this movie." He laughs. "I didn't know you would be so jumpy. I'm sorry Y/N please forgive me." You shake your head and stand up. "Oh no, this is unforgivable Hobi I'm sorry." You start to walk down the stairs of the theater and out the door. It doesn't take long for Hobi to follow you. "Awe come on, you can't be mad at me Y/N." He grabs the loop of your mini backpack and you stop and turn around to him.
He's making a pouty face. "Oh stop that! You're pathetic come on Hobi, let's go home." After all these years and that face still gets you. He's always had an effect on you.
You walk out of the theater and are met with heavy rain and thunder. "Awe Hobi I didn't bring an umbrella." You frown and look up at him. He smirks. "I guess we have to make a run for it." He starts running towards the car. "Oh my God, wait up! You're crazy!" You start running after him smiling from ear to ear. It's always been this way with Hobi. He was the light of your life. There is nothing you couldn't do with him by your side. He was your other half.
He made life...fun.
You catch up to him and he reaches his hand out behind him and you grab it. He turns back and smiles at you. Yeah, life wouldn't be fun without him. He was your ray of sunshine.
You finally reach the car and he opens your door for you. You bow your head. "Why thank you, you're such a gentleman." "Anything for you, pretty lady." He smiles. Your stomach fills with butterflies. He gets in the car and you look at each other and immediately burst into laughter. You're both completely soaked.
"And that is bad idea number two of the day. What's next, are you going to say we should go skydiving?" You laugh. "Actually..." You glare at him. "Ahh! I'm joking, don't kill me." You smirk and look out the window.
You catch him looking at you in the reflection and you turn back to look at him. He doesn't look away, but just gives you a small smile. "What?" You say getting a little flustered. "Nothing, you're just really pretty Y/N. That's all."
You blush. It's not unusual for you to compliment each other, but the way he was looking at you made you really nervous. For some reason, this whole thing seemed a little intimate. He doesn't stop looking at you and you can feel your face getting redder by the second. "You're really cute when you're flustered yanno." You look down. "Hobi, you better stop it." He laughs and seconds later uses his index finger to bring your chin up so that you're looking at him again.
"I'm not sure if this is a bad idea or not, but maybe I might be going three for three." Before you can say anything, he leans in and places a soft, subtle kiss on your lips. Your entire body fills with sparks before you can even process what just happened. He pulls away and looks at you. His eyes searching yours for some kind of reaction, but without thinking you lean back into him. This time the kiss is more powerful.
This kiss holds all of the tension that you've had between eachother all your life. All of those feelings that have never been spoken; scared that it would ruin your friendship. As the rain pitter patters on the car windows, Hobi's lips are moving against yours slowly, but with more passion that you've ever felt in a kiss before.
The radio is playing softly and you drown into Hobi. Not giving a care in the world if this was a bad idea or not. All of those years, wondering what his lips tasted like and felt like on yours. And everything is better than you could ever imagine.
What feels like only a few minutes pass and you pull away from each other. Neither of you say a word. It's almost like you don't have to. It's all finally clicked into place.
Hobi and you fit like a puzzle piece.
"Y/N..." he looks at your lips and back to your eyes. "I know." you say and smile.
"All these years, I've wanted to do that. You have no idea how much you mean to me." He grabs your hands. "Don't tell me that just ruined our friendship or anything. I don't want to lose you because of a stupid mistake." He looks at you with pleading in his eyes.
You smile. "Hobi you're so stupid." You laugh and lean back into him for another kiss. You can't get enough of him. You finally understand everything. How it was meant to be. This.
This was how it was meant to be. You feel him smile into your kiss and all you want is for this moment to never end. He pulls away. "Hold on." He gets out of the car. You look around stunned. What is he doing? It's still raining outside.
He comes around to your side of the car and opens your door. He pulls you out of your seat and lifts you up into his arms. You wrap your legs around his waist and giggle. "Hoseok! It's pouring out here!" He smiles and puts his lips on yours again. Kissing you in the rain. How ironic. You grew up watching romance films with your mom and always wanted to have that cliche kiss in the rain, and of course Hobi knew that.
He pulls away and looks at you. "I'm so in love with you Y/N. Always have been. We fit together. Ever since we were kids I knew you were the one." You wrap your arms around his neck. "I know Hobi. I'm in love with you. I was so scared to say anything because the last thing I want to do is lose you." He sets you down to where you're now looking up at him. He cups your face in his palms. "There is nothing you could do that would make me want to leave. Be mine, Y/N. Please." You smile.
"Hobi nothing would make me happier." you smile and he rubs his thumb across your cheek. "And you are now officially three for three because you left the car door open and now the seats all wet." You point to the car and laugh. "Shit!" He runs and shuts the door and laughs. "I think we should go home, and maybe redo this movie night at my house, but we definitely need to shower first." He opens the car door again for you and you give him a peck on the lips before you sit down.
He shuts the car door. Hobi and you have been best friends for years, but you can't help but feel like this is the beginning of something new. As he pulls out of the parking lot and reaches for your hand, you realize that you have never smiled so much in your life.
