Mar 6, 2019
do you guys ever think about how much Jungkook loves Namjoon? no? okay. I do.
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do you guys ever think about how much Jungkook loves Namjoon? no? okay. I do.
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also, I changed my theme :D send me asks if you want a specific scenario or sumn, or if you genuinely have any questions :D sometimes I get a little lost in my dms. :)
Cold-Hearted (m.) | pt. 2
;pairing — jungkook x reader
;warnings — smut | using others
;summary — why is it that whenever you’re around Jeon Jungkook, you’re a hot mess? And when you’re a hot mess, his heart turns cold as stone. When a drunken night forces you to spend a dark morning at the BTS frat house, Jungkook develops an avid hate for you which can only lead to worse things
;word count — 9,754
Cold-Hearted (m.) |pt. 1
;pairing — jungkook x reader
;warnings — smut | some namecalling | angst? (not really, though..just an angry jungkook)
;summary — why is it that whenever you’re around Jeon Jungkook, you’re a hot mess? And when you’re a hot mess, his heart turns cold as stone. When a drunken night forces you to spend a dark morning at the BTS frat house, Jungkook develops an avid hate for you which can only lead to worse things
;word count — 7,757
part two |
“Water,” you managed to let out in a raspy voice.You felt around in your bed, looking for your phone to light up the darkness in the room. You sat up and read the time in white; 3:44AM. You sat up and rubbed the sleep from your eyes, grateful you had somehow managed to get the contacts out before collapsing on your bed out of exhaustion the night before. You could feel the familiar ache in your head of being hungover and knew you were already going to dread the day ahead of you.
Honey, Gold, & Gucci | kth
;pairing — taehyung x reader
;warnings — single dad x high school senior | first part smut-free
;summary — Honey-kissed skin, golden eyes, all adorned by Gucci. Maybe the fun part is just the thrill of him being older, getting to come back from a completely mundane day of classes and wrapping yourself in his arms, playing a pretend perfect family. But for sure, you knew you loved feeling him on you, in you, all over you.
;word count — 8,438
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Cold | pt.3 [merry christmas!]
;pairing — jungkook x reader
;warnings — smut | some namecalling | angst? (not really, though..just an angry jungkook)
;summary — why is it that whenever you’re around Jeon Jungkook, you’re a hot mess? And when you’re a hot mess, his heart turns cold as stone. When a drunken night forces you to spend a dark morning at the BTS frat house, Jungkook develops an avid hate for you which can only lead to worse things
;word count — 7,080 (+bc i like to add last second)
part one | part two |
Your mouth was dry. You desperately wanted water. Patting around the bed, you found Taehyung’s shoulder instead of your phone, and a little ding of a notification alerted you where your phone was. It was half past midnight.
You wrenched Taehyung’s arms away from your waist, realizing he was a cuddler, and crept out of the bed. After a few more rounds, you’d found yourself in bed with the guy, and now he was spending the night. Somewhere in between, you’d managed to get his help cleaning up and he’d even done you the pleasure of washing your back, despite how many times you tried to tell him he didn’t have to.
Taehyung suddenly grabbed at you, and shocked, you let out a little squeak, stirring him in his sleep. You slipped your pillow into his arms and Taehyung wistfully hugged it tightly. Your face drained of color, imagining the pillow exploding from the force. You shook your head and pulled a nightgown from your dresser and pulled it over your head.
You walked into the kitchen and pulled a bottle of water from the fridge. You leaned against the fridge and thirstily gulped the cold water down. You unlocked your phone and scrolled, finding Jungkook’s number in your past calls. You’d never saved his number, knowing you had no reason to do so in the first place. But you knew it was his number.
You rolled your eyes and placed your phone on the kitchen counter, opening the fridge to get another bottle of water.
“Hello?”
It was faint, but audible. And it scared you shitless.
You grabbed the water bottle and looked at your phone.
“Hello?” Jungkook’s voice was heavy with sleep, and you hoped he was too sleepy to notice what had happened.
“Wrong number,” you helped, pressing the end button.
When Taehyung finally emerged from your bedroom, it was midday. You were thankful you hadn’t scheduled classes for the next few days, because that meant you could coupe yourself up at home. Taehyung, with his eyes half-closed and his body as bare at the day he’d been born, waved at you sleepily before passing you into the little room where he’d hanged his clothes to dry. You’d offered to take his clothes down to the lobby and wash them, but he insisted he’d rather hand wash them. You had suspicions it was to preserve the Gucci feel to them.
You closed your laptop halfway and set it on the coffee table, turning on the couch to face Taehyung. In the doorway, he pulled on his sweatpants, not even glancing at his boxers nor his sweatshirt.
“Are your boxers Gucci, too,” you joked. Taehyung’s tired eyes found yours and he smiled. “I’ll take that as a yes. Why aren’t you getting dressed properly?”
“It’s too early.” Taehyung’s voice was raspy, and you figured he was still sleepy. He walked towards you and plopped down in the couch beside you, leaning his head against your shoulder.
“What time do you normally get up?” You were surprised the whole interaction didn’t feel more awkward. It was almost normal, and you could only owe it to Taehyung’s weird personality.
“Sometime in the afternoon. I only wake up early for Psych.” Taehyung took your hand in his and began to play with your fingers. “Pretty,” he mumbled. “What were you doing?”
“Typing my essay for English. Trying to stay ahead of the curve.”
“Smart,” Taehyung responded. “When did you get up?”
“Earlier than usual. Sleep well?”
Taehyung sat up and smiled widely, rubbing some of the sleep from his eyes, “Like a baby. But I’d probably have slept better if you didn’t leave me.” You rolled your eyes but cracked a smile nevertheless. Taehyung suddenly stood and pulled you up with him, “Let’s get breakfast.”
“And get a discount at Hyuna’s again,” you cracked a smile at Taehyung and he smiled even wider, shaking his head.
“Believe it or not, I know a lot about restaurants around here. There’s this little diner about twenty minutes from here.”
“Or, really?”
“Will you allow me the honor of buying you a meal once again, my lady,” Taehyung did an awkward bow, but the sentiment was there.
“Of course, you owe me.” You squeezed Taehyung’s cheek and laughed. “I’m just going to take a shower, first, okay?”
“Mind if I join?”
“You can’t take a shower with me, Tae.”
“We took one together last night,” he called out as you walked into the bathroom, but you rolled your eyes and closed the door behind you. You realized just how persistent Taehyung was.
After wasting something like ten minutes fending Taehyung off, who adamant on saving water by having a party in your shower, you were able to cleanse yourself. You wrapped your wet hair into a low bun and hurriedly got dressed, lazily throwing on a white tee and some leggings. While you were getting dressed, you let Taehyung know he could still use the shower if he wanted, but he refused, insisting that he’d take one at his own home. You were convinced he was just the slightest upset he wasn’t able to get you in the shower with him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to pity the pervert.
The weekend passes with a blur of memories. You were grateful to Taehyung. When he wasn’t keeping you company as you studied with his head against your shoulder or in your lap while watching TV, he was dragging you to his favorite restaurants and diners and parks. You’d even gone dog-walking with him and Mickey.
All the excitement was pushing Jungkook out of your mind. And when he did start to consume your thoughts when you were alone, you’d start exchanging memes with Taehyung, things along the lines of ‘this is you’ to relatable posts. Somehow, sleeping with Taehyung had become a thing, too; more along the lines of friends with benefits than an actual relationship. And you knew Taehyung felt the same way, since after all, you knew he still went out on dates to find ‘the one who will steal his heart at first sight’.
At that moment, you were watching an anime Taehyung had brought over.
“This one is really good, Jungkook let me borrow it.” You felt something tighten in your chest. “He’s so stupid. He thinks that when he hears a bell, he’s seen the love of his life.”
“Is that so,” you voiced quietly. “Stupid.”
“Right. Popcorn?” Taehyung positioned himself so his head lay in your lap, and you shook your head, letting your fingers run through his hair.
“Your hair’s so soft,” you mumbled through the opening scenes. Taehyung gave you a small smile before force-feeding you popcorn. “Are you trying to tell me to shut up?”
“Yes. So, y/n, be quiet.” You laugh quietly and begin to actually pay attention to the movie. However, about halfway through, Taehyung just becomes dead weight. He’d fallen asleep. It was the middle of the day, and Taehyung had fallen asleep. Just how tired was the guy?
You tried to sit through the movie and enjoy it, but your legs were getting tired and static-y. They’d fallen asleep. The movie was good, no doubt, but you just couldn’t sit in that position for any longer. You shook Taehyung’s shoulder. He stirred in his sleep but didn’t open his eyes. You sighed.
You heard the door click and your eyes widened. You shook Taehyung again, but to no avail, he tossed onto his side and breathed a deep sigh. The guy must have been exhausted or something; he was normally a light sleeper as far as you could tell.
“Y/N! You’re home?! Hobi’s here!”
“Hey,” you heard Hoseok call from the entrance. If they turned this corner…
“Oh?” The surprise could be heard in Jiyeon’s voice. You hadn’t exactly told her you’d been hooking up with the frat boy for the past week, and while you hadn’t exactly been sneaking around, you weren’t exactly explicit with the relationship you had going on, either.
“So this has been where the little Gucci prince has been hiding.”
“He’s been here?” Jiyeon turned to Hoseok with a weird expression, almost of disbelief.
“Probably? When he is home, he’s always running out or talking on the phone. He’s been calling someone ‘kitten’.” You rolled your eyes at that one. Taehyung called just about anyone kitten; on all your outings, whenever running into a girl he knew, he’d insincerely toss the little pet name around.
“Tae’s just been hanging out with me.”
“So you’re over Jungkook?”
“I’ve been over him,” you drawled. “Hoseok, can you help me? My legs fell asleep.” Hoseok gave you a sheepish smile, as if he knew something you didn’t and was guilty, and walked over. Without warning, he lifted his leg and landed a kick on Taehyung’s butt. Taehyung shot awake, to say the least, sitting up and staring past Hoseok in shock.
“What happened?”
“Stop being a leech,” a smiley Hoseok muttered.
“I’m still shocked,” Jiyeon mumbled from the sidelines. “When did that start?”
“Jiyeon,” you dragged a hand down your face. You didn’t want to talk about it now, especially not with your partner-in-crime sitting next to you. You stood up and walked into the kitchen to shake away the static in your legs, Jiyeon following close behind.
“Since when?”
“Last week.” You kept your answers short and frank. Straight to the point. When Jiyeon asked ‘do you like him’, you said ‘he’s a friend’. When she asked if he was big, you said ‘he’s packing’ in Tae’s tone. When she asked if he was good, you said ‘great’.
“Better than Jungkook?”
You opened your mouth and closed it. You were happy you were speaking in hushed whispers while Hoseok was seemingly lecturing Taehyung about the chores we was slacking off on back at the BTS house. For lack of an answer, you grabbed the last water bottle in the fridge and chugged.
“Y/n, come on, answer.” You’d chugged too fast. Your eyes darted around looking for a way to escape. “Y/n,” Jiyeon gave you that mom look, the one that meant if you delay the answer a second later, something bad was going to happen. You doubted anything would actually happen, but the look itself was scary.
“I don’t know,” you answered with desperation. “I was with that coconut for a night,” you kneeled against the kitchen counter and let your head lay against the surface. “It wasn’t anything special but I can’t forget. And I don’t know why—I know I hate him, but I can’t forget. Tae… he helps me forget. And that’s good. He’s nice, he’s got great hips, and he’s considerate. Sometimes I think he knows I can’t forget, even if I haven’t told him I screwed his goddamn fraternity brother, but he still keeps me company. I don’t have much of a chance to remember him. And I certainly don’t go looking for him.”
“Y/n.”
“What,” you cry out, turning and ending up sitting on the ground. You leaned your head against the cupboards and looked up at Jiyeon, who kneeled down to be closer to eye-level.
“You know what that’s called?”
“Trauma?”
“No. That’s called infatuation.” Jiyeon pressed a finger to her bottom lip and looked up with a bit of confusion in her expression, “I think. You’ve got a crush on Jungkook and you’re trying to deny it.”
“I don’t think crushed work for people you hate. Maybe it’s just that he annoys me so much.”
“That’s silly. I think you should talk to him.”
You stared at Jiyeon like she was crazy. Why would you go and talk to him. Wasn’t she listening to anything you said? Couldn’t she just pick up on the signs? You wanted nothing to do with the guy.
“No, I’m not joking, y/n. Go and talk to him.”
“And say what?” You crushed the empty water bottle in your hands, “I keep thinking about you, I think to the point where it’s almost obsessive, so I had a counseling session with my friend-slash-roommate. She’s studying to be a therapist. Oh! And by the way, she says that it seems like I have a crush on you. I’ve hated you since day one, but let’s roll with it, oh, and I’m still really sorry about puking all over your feet that day.”
“You puked on him,” Jiyeon wrinkled her nose. “Some guys might be into that, but I’m pretty sure it’s a deal-breaker for most.”
“Jiyeon,” you hissed.
“Sorry. But that’s pretty nasty. But if it makes you feel better, that’s a good place to start.”
“I’m not talking to him.”
“Y/n—”
“Y/n,” Taehyung interrupted your roommate. You stood up and smiled at the boy. He still looked slightly tired, but in comparison to how he looked when he first showed up at your doorstep, your realized he looked much better. “I was going to go to the store to get some groceries; did you want to come?”
Realizing this was an escape, you jumped at the chance. “Yeah, let me get a sweater.” Out of the corner of your eyes, you noticed Jiyeon glaring at you.
“I’ll be here,” Tae gave you his signature sweet smile and you returned it, mouthing a ‘later’ to Jiyeon as you made your way to your bedroom. You grabbed the first sweater you found, which just so happened to be a Gucci sweater Taehyung had left at your place. You’d worn some of his clothes out before so you knew he didn’t care, tossing it on over your tattered tee you got from working at the pizza shop back in high school.
When you emerged from your room, Taehyung was leaning against the wall on his phone, Jiyeon and Hoseok on the couch trying to find something to watch. You walked up to Taehyung and glanced at the screen; pictures of a puppy.
“I want one,” he muttered.
“Isn’t Mickey at the frat house?”
“Jungkook’s monopolized the poor guy. Come on; maybe you can see him, I need to get the car keys from home.”
“I don’t want to see Coconut-Head,” you crinkle your nose.
Taehyung chuckled, “I meant Mickey. Jungkook should be at the gym or something. Let’s go.”
You followed Taehyung to the frat house, shivering as you trekked across campus in the frigid air. In the middle of November, you couldn’t help but anticipate how cold the next month would be.
When the frat house finally did come into view, you began to lose interest in the conversation Taehyung had started, and began to fear the unknown. You knew Tae had said Jungkook wouldn’t be there, but you just couldn’t get over the possibility of the ‘what-ifs’. Taehyung pushed open the door and allowed you to feel the warm air from inside the house, and you embraced it.
“It smells good in here,” you commented. You hadn’t been back at the frat house since the day the guys had lit blunts in the living room.
“Jin’s been simmering fruits and cinnamon for the past few days. He couldn’t smell it when he did it, but the scent’s actually really strong.” You mentally took note. “I think he’s in his room, so you should go see him. I’m gonna get the keys and then we can head to the parking garage.” You nodded and Taehyung rushed off, but by the time you took your first step in a random direction, you realized you had never even seen the door to your elder brother’s room, and if you had, you hadn’t noticed. You awkwardly looked around before shoveling around in your pockets, pulling out your phone to send a text.
y/n
[Sat, Nov 14, 2:34 PM]
hey, at the frat. come out of your room and see me?
His reply was immediate.
big bro
[Sat, Nov 14, 2:34 PM]
not home; text u l8r
“Ew.”
You slowly looked up from your cell phone.
“Do you ever wear a shirt?” The words spilled from your mouth in a hurry, almost like a self-defense mechanism.
“I do. But this is the safety of my home; you’re trespassing.”
“I was invited. Pretty sure you’re not the only resident,” you crossed your arms and stared hard at Jungkook’s nose. You would not let your eyes wander down his torso. Not even to further examine the v-line situation he had going on.
“Taehyung invited you, huh?” You didn’t respond. “Guess you’re his new fling of the month.” Jungkook began to smirk as he challenged your stare-down.
Your eyes narrowed, “We’re just friends. If you don’t mind, I’d like to wait in patience.” Jungkook just stared back for a moment, making you realize more and more just how much you wanted to wipe that smirk off his face. With a slap. Or maybe you could just kiss it off. He had nice lips. Your eyes continued to wander.
“No!”
“What,” Jungkook raised an eyebrow. “My eyes are up here.” You looked up at the ceiling and breathed out exasperatedly. Now he knew you were looking. “Anyway, come here.”
“What? So you can kill me?”
“Just come on,” Jungkook didn’t turn to make sure you were following him, and when he began to disappear around the corner, you finally gave up and followed. He walked fluidly with large strides. You took notice of how his arms swung with each step and how his shoulder blades slightly moved as he swung.
He suddenly stopped and you found yourself lurching into him. Although you stopped as quickly as you could, your nose still brushed against his bare back.
“Are you trying to sniff me?” Jungkook turned to glare at you, raising his arm and sniffing himself. He shrugged, almost as if he was telling himself he smelled fine.
“No!” There was no way you could even think about what he smelled like when you were so distracted by his muscles. Speaking of muscles… “I thought you were supposed to be at the gym.”
“Stalking me? Or did you ask Tae for a rundown of my schedule?”
You rolled your eyes, “If anything, it’s just precautionary measures. Not like I aim to run into you.”
“What do you expect when you come to my home? It’s supposed to be a safe haven for me, you know. You don’t find me showing up at your doorstep unannounced. Or at all.”
Point taken, you thought. You realized you were stationed outside Jungkook’s room as he swung the door open. When he entered, you awkwardly stood in the doorway, looking around. His room hadn’t changed much, if at all, since the last time you’d seen it. Maybe it was a little cleaner? Jungkook had clearly been doing laundry, you realized, noticing the stack of folded clothes at the foot of his bed.
“Oof!” Darkness consumed you as fabric inhibited your vision. You pulled it off your face and examined the article of clothing. “Why are you handing me a dress?” You looked for Jungkook, only to see his butt poking out of his closet as he dug around inside.
“It’s a sorry gift.”
“Since when are we close enough to be getting each other gifts?”
“Since you started hanging around my roommates and I found out you were one of their sisters. Only time.” Jungkook straightened up and turned to you. A small gift wrapped box was in his hands. “Catch.”The toss was perfect, but your ability to catch thrown objects wasn’t. You dropped the box, earning a little dent in the corner.
“What’s this?”
“Don’t open it until you’re home. I mean it. If you open it, this truce will be over.”
“What truce?” Your voice began to rise. “I don’t understand any of this. Why are you being so nice? I thought you didn’t have a heart!”
“Who said I didn’t have a heart,” Jungkook crossed his arms across his chest and you couldn’t help but take notice of how his biceps bulged with the simplest of actions. Your mouth opened and closed. You imagined how you looked right now to Jungkook. Probably like a fish out of water.
“I...I didn’t say that.”
“You just did,” Jungkook’s eyebrows furrowed.
“I just mean...ugh, you’re so mean!” You couldn’t help but start to go on a rant. It was like word-vomit. Where was Taehyung? He was only supposed to get the car keys, dammit.
“I’m… mean? What are you, a child?”
“Yes, you’re mean! Since day one! I didn’t do anything to you! Okay, maybe I did, but is it really that serious? When Jin was sick and puked all over my favorite teddy bear, I was mad at him for a bit, but it wasn’t that serious. It was materialistic. I could buy another one. Sure there was sentiment, but I still had the memories. Before he puked on Mr. BunBun, of course.” You notice he mouths the name of your stuffed animal. “Ugh, I’m going off topic. You’re mean! You throw ugly glares at me, not that you’re ugly, but it makes me feel sick to my stomach. And then I get angry, too. Why do you make me so angry? And then you let me ride you but—”
You didn’t realize when Jungkook had gotten so close. He grabs both your wrists lightly and stares down at you. Your jaw has slackened, confused, and you stare up into his eyes. You can’t trace any emotion, almost as if he’s guarded himself. At least it wasn’t the same cold glare he’d always given you before. His eyes were just blank.
“For the record, I didn’t really let you. You forced me.”
“You forced a kiss on me.”
“So that’s how it happened.” Both you and Jungkook turned to find Taehyung in the doorway, peaking in slightly. “You guys are so odd.”
“Tae,” you yelped, stepping backwards from Jungkook, but you realized your hands were still in his grasp. You roughly shook your wrists free.
“What the hell,” were the words that left Jungkook’s lips.
“Oh, no need to be shy, kiddos. I knew all about the little fling.”
“You told him?” Jungkook shot an accusing glare at you.
“No!”
“You told me,” Taehyung smiled smugly at his friend. “Well, not necessarily. But you should really learn how to use a phone in the middle of hookups. I might be an idiot sometimes, but I’m pretty sure there’s a red ‘decline call’ button right next to the green one.” You could see Jungkook’s cheeks get red, and as you thought back, your own cheeks tinted rose pink as well. You remembered you’d made your move when Jungkook was texting that girl.
“Don’t worry, I hung up when I realized what was going on.”
“That’s not I was worrying about,” Jungkook covered his red face with his hands.
“Anyway, are you ready, y/n? Or would you rather stay here with Kookie?” You glanced at Jungkook, who had turned around to calm himself down, or at least that’s what you thought.
“No. I’ll come. I’m coming,” you assured Taehyung.
“I’m gonna start heading to the garage. If you don’t hurry, I’m leaving without you.”
“I’m coming,” you said again, taking the first step to follow the guy, but unfortunately, Jungkook didn’t think your conversation was over.
“Listen…”
“I need to go.” You avoided his eyes. Maybe if you were in some cliche love story, Jungkook would force you to look at him, but his touch only burned around your wrist, your heart beating just that much faster.
“I’m sorry. I don’t have much to say, and I’ll admit I was probably childish, too, but I’ll try to be nicer.”
“Whatever.”
Jungkook let you go. “Accept my apology?”
“I need to go. I’ll think about it.” But what you meant was ‘you’re already 90% forgiven.’ And that was the truth, no matter how hard you tried to reignite the hatred you had for him over a week ago.
“Oh, and y/n.”
“What?” You drawed out the vowel, “I need to hurry.”
“Mr. BunBun?”
“He was a bunny,” you exclaimed, your cheeks turning pink again as you ran away towards Taehyung.
Taehyung stopped the car in a far space in the parking lot of the grocery store. At this point, you weren’t even sure why you’d tagged along. Sure you wanted to escape the situation with Jiyeon, but honestly, you could have come up with another excuse of just go elsewhere. It wasn’t like Jiyeon would torture you. Or maybe she would…
“Alright, I’ve got my list. I’ll text you a screenshot of it so we can finish this fast?” You just nodded, following the red-head into the store. Once you reached the entrance, Taehyung grabbed a large shopping cart and pushed it. He peered down at his phone while he forwarded the list to your phone, and you had to guide the cart whenever he almost bumped into someone. Finally, he looked up at the same time your phone dinged with an incoming message/
“This is a lot,” you blinked up at Taehyung. He had sent about three pictures to you, and it seemed like it was only the bottom half. “Is there an apocalypse I didn’t know about? Are you going into hibernation?”
“Food goes quick at the frat. We shop bi-weekly; it’s my turn to go shopping.” Taehyung looked up at the aisle guides, looking for his first target.
“Oh, look at you being all responsible,” you reached up and squeezed his cheek to which he gently patted your hand away.
“If I didn’t, Hoseok would burn my clothes.”
“Oh,” you paused. “I’m going to get the eggs,” you finally said after a silent moment of you following Taehyung down the spices aisle. With a rush, you walked towards the back and found all the dairy.
2 GAL. WHOLE MILK
1 CASE EGGS/AA
HALF&HALF
BUTTER-CAN’T BELIEVE ITS NOT BUTTER KIND
SOUR CREAM
LOTS OF WHIPPED CREAM-IN CAN
YOGURT
HEAVY CREAM
As you traveled further down the list, you began to see other things.
VODKA
PERSIMMON VINEGAR
APPLE CIDER VINEGAR
ROCKY ROAD ICE CREAM
PISTACHIOS
GIN
CLUB SODA/TONIC
BABY WASH
You raised an eyebrow. Baby wash? What in the world did they need baby wash for? You shook your head in disbelief and gathered as much as you can in one arm and the case of eggs in another before heading back to where you’d left Taehyung. He was walking up and down the aisle, looking for something. Placing all the diary you’d acquired in the cart, you tugged on his sweatshirt.
“What are you looking for?”
“Charcoal.”
You awkwardly looked at Taehyung before taking in your surroundings. “I don’t think you’ll find it here.”
“I’m in the wrong store?” Taehyung gazed back at you with a blank expression and you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your throat.
“No, Tae, you’re in the spices aisle. You need to go to household,” you pointed in the direction. “How many times have you gone shopping alone?”
“Never?” Taehyung leaned against the cart, only for it to roll away from him due to the applied pressure. He nearly fell, but grabbed the cart and made a smooth recovery.
“I usually take someone with me and we wander the aisles together.” Tae began to gesture wildly as if he was telling a story about his adventure with Indiana Jones. “Yoongi always treats me to lamb skewers afterwards, but lately he’s only been taking Jungkook.”
“Poor child.”
“I’ll treat you after,” Taehyung said, randomly picking up a canister of what appeared to be paprika.
“No, that’s fine. You always treat me, I got you this time,” you began to push the cart instead of Taehyung. From this point on, splitting up would only make you do all the work, so why not just stay together?
Once you’d finished gathering all the items on the list and checked out, with a marvellous grand total of almost more than a thousand dollars (Taehyung had to convince you that it was normal since apparently, the average budget for one person was almost two hundred). You still couldn’t believe it, though, and you watched him swipe his black card without batting an eye. You guessed it probably didn’t affect him much, since you knew all about the luxuries he possessed in his closet, but still.
You followed Taehyung out the exit only to find yourself bumping into his back.
“Hey, y/n… Mind going back inside to buy an umbrella?”
“It’s raining?” You peered from behind Taehyung to see raindrops falling heavily. “And you parked so far, too,” you groaned. Nevertheless, you huffed and went back inside, grabbing a large umbrella that you has to pay almost twenty bucks for. You pulled the umbrella out of its little sheathe and began to undo the little buckle, eyes searching for the dude. You knew it was cold, but with the rain, you couldn’t help but shiver. Realizing that Taehyung had probably gone outside, you walked out, only to find Taehyung trying to stuff bags under his sweater. This was an incredulous scene, seeing as there was way more groceries than there were fabric. And you knew no matter how good the Gucci material was, there was no way it could get away without a little wear and tear.
Taehyung was just standing there, trembling as he shoved can after can into his pockets, rain causing his dyed hair to trail red streaks down his neck.
“Why didn’t you try doing that inside the store,” you asked, wondering why he had even bothered in the first place. No matter what, the groceries were going to get read. Feeling pitiful, you hid the umbrella behind you, even though you knew he could still see the large object. But he hadn’t just yet..
“Did you get the umbrella?” Taehyung gave up and replaced the cans in the cart, rain starting to fall harder in huge droplets. You felt them thump against your head and your body shivered. “Though, there’s not use now. Come on, I’ll turn on the heat in the car.” Taehyung took the umbrella from your hands and tossed it in the cart. “Get in.”
“What?”
“Get in the cart, y/n.”
“I’m gonna crush the groceries,” you stared back at him wide-eyed. You thought about the eggs you’d picked up.
“They’re in the little baby slot,” you still shook your head. Without warning, Taehyung grabbed you around the waist and hoisted you up.
“Okay, okay! I’ll just hold on to the cart from the front. Happy?”
“Fine,” Taehyung pouted. You did as promised and climbed up on the little stand where you’d usually put cases of water. Once Taehyung was sure you wouldn’t fly off, he lurched forward with a run. With the weight of the groceries and you, you were a bit surprised to see that the cart was moving as fast as it was. At about 6 miles per hour.
When Taehyung finally did get to the car, something like five minutes later (double the time you’d taken to get to the store, but it felt like a year), he simply tossed you the keys with a word. “Heat,” he’d said, letting you know he’d toss the groceries in the trunk. Not literally. No one wants egg shells and yolk all over the car.
After some debate, Taehyung finally decided on just dropping you off at home, insisting he needed to run more errands once he got home, including wiping down the wet groceries. When you offered to help, he just insisted you had better things to do, which you might have, but it didn’t mean you’d rather do those things than hang out with the good.
“But I didn’t buy the lamb skewers,” you tried as a last resort. Despite not wanting to see Jungkook (okay, you lied. You kinda did want to see him), you did want to repay some of Taehyung’s overt kindness.
“Next time. And you can buy me a feast of noodles, too.” Taehyung gave you a smile before unlocking the doors to the car. You sighed and pulled the umbrella out, opening it as you stepped out. You came to realize that Taehyung would need some help carrying the amount of groceries from the parking garage, but when you tried to argue against it, he assured you he’d get some help. “Don’t forget this,” Taehyung held out the little yellow box Jungkook had tossed to you earlier.
“Thanks,” you muttered. “Bye, Tae. Be safe.”
“I’m going back to my dorm, y/n, not going to war.”
“Still.”
“I’ll text you later. Maybe you can help me warm up later,” Taehyung added a wink before bidding you goodbye.
Inside your dorm, it was freezing. Jiyeon had left a note on the kitchen counter telling you she had gone out with some friends to a club. You felt kinda disappointed—you were her roommate and she rarely invited you out anymore. While you were originally super close, you couldn’t help but feel you’d grown distant. The more you thought about it, you also began to feel like it was your fault. When Jiyeon tried to find out what was going on with you, you weren’t always very open. You’d have to try harder, you told yourself.
You could hear the rain fall harder and harder, pattering against your windows, and the sound made you feel even colder, shaking you to your bones. You sighed and went over to the thermostat, turning on the heat before plopping down on the couch. You pulled off Taehyung’s sweater you’d swiped and your pants, leaving you in just your panties and your tattered tee. You switched on the television and realized that the anime Taehyung had brought over earlier was still in the DVD player, so you changed the input to watch from beginning to end.
Ding! Halfway through the movie, your phone rang with the tone of an incoming message. Maybe it was Jiyeon telling you that she’d be coming back soon. Maybe it was Tae asking to come over.
You absentmindedly searched through the pockets of the shedded clothes’ damp pockets. When you did find the device, you unlocked your phone with a swipe and glanced down. It wasn’t necessarily a text message, but an email notification. More specifically a reminder from your physics teacher.
PROFESSOR CHO
[TWO MINS AGO]
DO NOT FORGET TO TURN IN YOUR PRESENTATIONS BY MIDNIGHT. BE READY TO PRESENT TOMORROW.
Tomorrow?! Your eyes widened at the words and your heart sunk. What day was it?
Upon realization, you cursed yourself and stood. Did Jungkook read the email? Did he put together the presentation? You’d done your part, hadn’t you? Why were you bullshitting yourself—all you’d done was run the experiment. Obviously you needed to help create the presentation, otherwise when you did present, you’d totally end up failing.
+82-9-086-8752
[THIS NUMBER IS NOT IN YOUR CONTACTS. REPORT SPAM?]
[A MIN AGO]
coming over.
Your heart jumped into your throat. What? Okay, you understood why he was coming over, but shouldn’t he ask first?! You began to panic. Your dorm was across campus, so you definitely had time to clean up. Ugh, you were getting so stressed over nothing. The sound of the rain pitter-pattering outside mixed with the whirring of the heater working its magic did nothing to calm you, instead doing the complete opposite. You switched off the television again and began to rid the room and immediate entrance of anything that did not belong or even remotely looked out of place.
Too soon. Too soon, you heard the knock against your front door. With a quick peek through the peephole, you saw the coconut-head perpetrator. You slowly opened the door, and when you saw his face, your nerves sparked.
“Hey,” Jungkook drawled. He looked you up and down, and you followed his gaze.
“Pants,” you hissed, leaving the door open and running into your bedroom.
“I didn’t come over for that reason,” you heard Jungkook call out. You felt your face flush red as you looked for a pair of sweatpants. You managed to dig out a pair of Puma joggers and pulled on another one of the hoodies Taehyung had left. You realized, sooner or later, you’d have to sort through everything and make sure Taehyung wasn’t leaving a wardrobe behind.
“If you had, you’d find your ass outside,” you bit back, but you knew if he had advanced, you’d probably welcome it. God, what was wrong with you? “You’re here for the presentation? I just woke up,” you lied. “I like to sleep without pants.” That wasn’t a lie.
“Uh-huh.” You walked out of your room to find Jungkook shaking his umbrella in the hallway before locking the door and setting the umbrella down. He had a backpack on, and you knew it contained his laptop. “I almost forgot about the project.”
“Same here…”
Jungkook glanced at you as he opened the laptop, “Did you open it?”
“What?”
“The box.”
So much is happening today, you thought. “I’ll open it now. What’s in it, anyway?”
“Open it.” You tried to look around for the little yellow box before you remembered you’d tossed it into your bedroom with the rest of the stuff while you were ‘cleaning’ up. You picked it up and uncovered the box finding layer upon layer of tissue paper.
“Is there actually anything in here?”
“Mm-hmm,” by now, Jungkook was stationed at the table you’d previously worked at together. He was doing that thing again. Where he found a mistake in his work and he clenched his jaw before returning to the previous expression. Except, that previous expression was nonexistent, and his tongue was in his cheek. That was somewhat attractive, too. “Open.”
“Oh, yeah,” you tossed the contents onto the table, searching through the contents until you saw it. Purple lace. “What the fuck is this?”
“A thong. G-string, to be precise.”
“Let me be clear, why the fuck is this in here? Or rather, why did you think it was appropriate to give me a pair of panties?”
“Relax, they’re brand new.” You could see a bit of amusement in his expression and Taehyung continued to vigorously type.
“Dude--”
“They’re Tae’s favorite color.”
“I don’t care if they’re my favorite color! What—”
“You’re screwing him, aren’t you?”
Your heart sunk for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. You began to awkwardly chuckled. “So what if I am?”
“Just be happy I thought of you. Fighting!” You heard Jungkook ass something under his breath.
“What was that?”
“Don’t get pregnant.”
And cue the anger. The fiery red emotion that had been misplaced was suddenly awakened with just this one statement, and you lurched forward, attacking Jungkook. There was no sexual intent at all, no matter how many times you’d thought of him before. Your hand came down and swiped at his face, leaving a red swell on his cheek. You felt warmth trickle down your cheek. Angry tears.
“Who are you to tell me to not get pregnant, asshole?! Why are you so thick-headed?” You were losing your rationale. Jungkook had grabbed your wrists to prevent you from inflicting further pain on him, but he stared up at you in confusion. While he could have just as easily forced you off of him, he just lay there on the hard ground while angry fat drops of salt water leaked from your eyes. The rain had competition.
“What, you don’t like purple?”
“Fuck you,” you hissed, trying to stand, but with Jungkook gripping your wrists as tight as he was, it wasn’t possible for you. You didn't give up, though. The silence was deafening, besides your occasional grunt as you tried to gain release.
Suddenly, darkness consumed the room.
“Power’s out,” Jungkook finally said after a moment. You didn’t say anything, just sat in Jungkook’s lap as he pointed out the obvious. Light only glared from his laptop, but the light was dim since it had gone into sleep mode. You felt the warmth disappear from you as Jungkook finally released you, and with the dim light, he moved to your fridge.
“What are you doing?” Your voice was croaky from crying. You probably looked like some madwoman, exploding like that. Anger was an emotion not too far away, but you were consumed by the feeling of exhaustion, a result of letting out your tears.
“I like eating ice cream in the dark.” Jungkook quickly turned the laptop in his direction in order to see the inside of the dark box, but lucky for him, all that was left was the pint of ice cream Jiyeon had brought home before. You desperately need to go on another trip to the store. When it wasn’t raining.
“Are you okay now?” Somehow he was able to find a spoon despite the darkness of the room and he came back and sat down next to you, and while you couldn’t exactly see him perfectly, his expression was it’s normal stoic one. You didn’t know if he could seem but you just nodded. Once. “So, I’m thick-headed? Care to explain.” You shook your head. He seemed to be able to tell what you were doing. “Want some ice cream?” You shook your head again. “Eat some ice cream. I hear girls like to eat ice cream when they cry.”
Your hands moved to wipe away dry tears but you took the pint away from him, using his spoon to scoop ice cream. “It’s cold,” you mumbled through the mouthful.
“Pretty sure that’s why people call it ice cream.” You shook your head, your lips twitching slightly. “This is pretty cool, huh?”
“What?” You handed Jungkook back the pint of ice cream. You’d much rather prefer a drink in your system.
“The power got knocked out because of the storm, so now we’re sitting on your kitchen floor eating ice cream and chatting while rain is pouring outside, and I think I’m loving this.” While you wanted to point out that it was him doing all the talking, you just peered at him. His laptop screen went completely dark, and you wondered if there had been light, would you have been able to see any emotion in his eyes.
You felt Jungkook’s arms encircle you.
“Is this... A hug?”
“Shut up.”
a/n: lol, sorry for the lack of smut, but there was really no place to put it. Well... maybe at the end. But I wanted to leave it till the next part.
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I believe there will only be about two parts left and then you’ll have to say goodbye to this short series :’)
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Selfish (m.)
Warning: Jungkook Smut
Word count: 4,116
Selfish. Jeon Jungkook had always been peculiarly selfish, despite him having a brother. You guess it was due to the fact that Jungkook had always been the younger one, though.
But besides selfish, Jeon Jungkook was also cocky.
“How long do you think it'll be before she comes over and asks if we're a couple?” You looked up from your bowl of jjajangmyeon to look at him. He fixed his hair to cover his forehead perfectly. You hated that he always wore it like that. But he always claimed that it brought along the ladies.
“What, Coconut Head?”
Ease of Mind (m.)
Summary: In the midst of chasing after Kim Seokjin and pretending to be his girlfriend, you find comfort in Jungkook being there for you.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin)
Genre: Fluff (so far...)
Word Count: 2,432
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His hand caressed your cheek lovingly, staring down at you. You smiled up at him, trying not to be aware of the way he licked his lip in the middle of his sentence. As you tried to focus, the words he spoke flew through one ear and out the other.
“__?” At the sound of your name tumbling off the tip of his tongue, you hummed in response, feeling him tuck a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. “__, did you hear what I said?”
“Oh!” You snapped out of it. “Sorry, what did you say? I was thinking of what my mom would cook,” you mumbled sheepishly, pressing your hands against your cheeks in order to try and stop the blush from dusting across your cheeks. Seokjin chuckled and released his hold of you to ring the doorbell.
“I said that I’ll have to go back early tonight. I’ll tell you the details later.” He could have told you right then and there, but the fact of the matter was that your mother had been watching you and Seokjin interact since you’d gotten out of his car just minutes earlier.