hii, i'm maemae ♡ | she/her | south african | gmt+2
i'm inlove with the twilight movies and books
my content might not be suitable for younger audiences!
all designs are done by @jktny0
♫ some of my fav music artists ♡: bts, guns n roses, phoebe bridgers, falling in reverse, i set my friends on fire, sleeping with sirens, the rose, the cure, aerosmith, mcr, eaeon, olivia rodrigo, cinderella
♫ some of my fav songs ♡: best of me - bts , a candlelit dinner with inamorta - asking alexandria, stuck in your head - i prevail, things that rhymes with orange - isetmyfriendsonfire, patience - guns n roses, the adventure - angels & airwaves
♫ Almost, Always.
⤷ after your best friend of 19 years decided to leave you behind to study abroad, you were left completely devastated. no messages, no calls and no letters. six years later he returns unknowingly - the love you once had for him returning at an instant. but your hopes got shattered when you saw an engagement ring on his finger.
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♫ Meet The Parents
⤷ after making one of the hardest decisions of your life—leaving your family behind to take the first steps of adulthood and study abroad—you meet none other than jeon jungkook. what started as something small quickly blossoms into something more over two years. now, you’re left with one obstacle: introducing him to your parents.
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♫ Your name, here
⤷ after a drunken night-out for your 21st birthday, you wake up the following morning with a stranger’s name inked onto your skin.
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I think you should go on hiatus till things are normal again and come back then. It's sad that you're going through all of this. I'll pray that everything works out for you and yeah definitely no babies! It'd be such a loss if you left 😔
thank you for your kind words gorgeous 💕 and definitely NO baby... please LOL
hi everyone. im back but not fully back. in full honesty, im stranded in between two options rn lol. going on a looooooong hiatus (until oct-nov max) or permanently leaving this account behind.
this feels so odd to say because i havent even been writing for long, so it feels like people dgaf LMFAOAIA. but im aware there's people waiting on updates for my work.
life has been a combination of so many things, and its really been keeping me occupied as fuuuuck. i work myself to the bone everyday during the week, at night when i finish work i have no energy or motivation to do literally anything. not even cook. ive been so stressed i have these permanent eye bags under my eyes. on top of work, i have very important exams im studying for. its really important, and its alot of study work.. so im currently trying to balance work life with studying which is pretty chaotic and impossible.. i havent even booked my exams yet because i dont have time for it. i dont have time to study. aside from that, me and my boyfriend are currently figuring out on how to move in together which is also, once again, a bit stressful. we live 30 mins away from eo and both of us are not big on the distance thing, we can only see eo on weekends because of work.. so literally everyday of my life is occupied. my weekdays are dedicated to work and sleep, and then my weekends are dedicated to my boyfriend. also out of pocket but im having some sort of pregnancy scare, i dont know if i am, my period is suppose to start soon BUT PLEASE LOOOORDDDDDDDD dont let me be pregnant. i cannot deal w a baby rn ffs 😭😭😭😭
anyways, to summarize all of that, im currently debating between going on a long hiatus or leaving the account behind.
synopsis: after a drunken night-out for your 21st birthday, you wake up the following morning with a stranger's name inked onto your skin.
pairings: tattooartist!jk x fem reader
genre: crack, romcom?, smut
warning: this oneshot contains explicit language and smut
wc: 13.3k
a/n: so.. this took me long to finish 😀 this is like my first time ever writing smut so it might be a bit trashy, other than that i hope u guys enjoy it <3 theres a lil pierce the veil reference in there 😗
ALSOOOO, there may be a few mistakes here and there that i've missed so in advance, sorry about that
The sun slowly start to creep it's way through your bedroom window, the black-colored curtains over your window not doing anything in their defense. Somehow the sharp rays of light forced their way through the fabric and had the audacity to hit you straight in the eyes. You force your head further into the pillow hoping the movement would allow you to sleep longer. The warmth of your tangled bed-sheets was too tempting to abandon just yet.
A loud honk sound came from the street below and it shattered the peace completely - a not-so-gentle reminder that your apartment was located right in the middle of Seoul. The city noise never slept; it was an endless cycle. One that would drive you straight into an asylum.
Now that your drowse were successfully disturbed - thanks to the people who use their car horn as a foreign language - you crack your eyes open with a soft mewl.
God.
You push yourself upright in bed, the room around you going into a swirling for a few seconds before your vision finally settled. That's either your shitty iron levels or.. you got absolutely shit-faced the night before. Judging by the headache, it must be the second option.
Everything hurts. Your head, your shoulders
and for some reason a piece of skin right underneath your right breast throbbed a bit too much. Okay, maybe not as much as the headache you were currently experiencing.
"Shit," you breath out before you stumble off your bed. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror - chaos staring right back at you. A plastic pink tiara tangled in strands of your hair, smudged make up over your entire face and you were currently in nothing but underwear. Where the hell did your clothes go?
Then it hit you.
21st birthday.
Going to the club with Jimin.
Five Vodka shots
and then.. a blackout. You mentally cursed Jimin for forcing shots down your throat one after the other. A pain-killer is equivalent to heaven right now.
And then you see it - the piece of ink curling from underneath the fabric of your bra and bright red, irritated skin underneath it.
This was bad. Like, really bad.
You took slow, hesitant steps closer to the mirror as if you're trying to get over the fact that this is indeed reality and not one of your fever-dreams. Now in full view, you lift the fabric of your bra and -… oh fuck no.
Who the fuck is Jungkook? And why is his name tattooed underneath your bare tit?
"Jimin, I swear this is all because of your impatient ass. I told you two shots of Vodka was enough. But who listens to me?! No-fucking-one!"
You pace Jimin's living-room back and forth, the situation becoming more unbearable the more you think about it. Honestly, the idea of having a dick tattooed on you sounds more appealing than having a stranger's name.. underneath your boob. Forever.
Jimin is slouching back on his couch with his feet propped ontop of the coffee table. At your yelling, he just waves you off with a lazy flick of his hand and rubs his forehead.
"Stop yelling. Your annoying voice is just making my headache worse."
"And I woke up with puke all over my Dior clothes so please. You're not the only one suffering here, Y/N."
The never-minded tone in his voice managed to send you straight into emotional oblivion.
You stop the impatient pacing around the room and look directly into his eyes.
"I have a stranger's name carved into my fucking skin and you're just.. sitting there?!"
A dry scoff slips past your lips and you fall back on the couch next to Jimin. The movement made the couch bounce underneath your weight, earning a warning-glance from your side.
"I never told you to drink so much. Infact, I actually tried to protest against it."
"You don't know that. For all I know you could've been the one who suggested it."
Jimin groans at that and sinks more into the couch.
"Well I never told you to get a tattoo of someone's name either."
"How is this my fault?!"
"I never said it is your fault I said it could be your fault."
You throw your hand over your mouth followed by a fake puking sound. "No wonder you had to go to the doctor thinking you had STD."
He rolls his eyes in pure annoyance.
"You act like you can't get it covered up with another design or something," he shrugs his shoulders and looks your way. "Or keep it. The name sounds kind of hot anyway."
Your words earned you a kick to the leg from Jimin. "Ha ha. So incredibly funny, Y/N."
Wincing at the harsh kick, you rub the red spot now forming on on your leg—thanks to none other than Jimin. "It's the truth. You're just pissy because I'm telling it."
"And you're annoying as fuck right now. I'm dealing with a near-death experience and you're just making it worse," he mumbles, lazily leaning over your body to grab the white cushion next to you.
"You know," you start to speak as you plop your own feet onto Jimin's lap, "Getting the name covered up with something else doesn't sound too bad."
At your attempt of trying to make yourself comfortable (by using Jimin as a leg chair), he push your legs off with ease and then used the pillow for support at the back of his neck. "I know. I always come up with good solutions."
"Right. Do you remember the time I got a pregnancy scare and your solution was using a hanger?"
Confidently, Jimin nods his head while leaning his head back and keeping his eyes closed. "Yeah? What's your point?"
Stupid. No other word in the dictionary could possibly describe Park Jimin other than plain stupid. Well, air-headed came close second.
"It was stupid. Your solutions are stupid, Jimin."
At that Jimin opens his eyes, throwing the pillow at the back of his neck straight at you. "You should be thanking me!"
The pillow hit you square in the head with a soft thump - the impact only deepening the headache. "Agh, fuck! Fuck you, Park Jimin!"
Satisfied with the results, he comfortably sunk more into the couch and lazily closed his eyes. "Can't be worse than your nagging."
Okay, just like you practiced last night in your bathroom mirror. You'll walk into that tattoo shop like you fucking own the place, tell the employee you want to cover up your ex's name and leave with a brand new tattoo— which will end up making you sexy.
You're already sexy. Just.. sexier. In a way.
You're already cursing yourself mentally for even considering Jimin's "solution." Oh God, you feel like barfing any moment now, the puke already making it's way up your throat-
You gulp as you find yourself standing next to the sidewalk right infront of a small tattoo-studio. Behind you, the black car's window rolls down only to reveal a bright smiling Jimin in the driver's seat.
"Don't panic," he sing-songs, almost sarcastically. "Drunk Y/N did it, so sober Y/N can most definitely do it."
"It might hurt but atleast you'll be a bad bitch afterwards."
Turning around you stomp your high-knee boot against the pavement with a huff. "Jimin, stop making this harder than it already is."
He flicks his sun-glasses lower on the bridge of his nose. "I'm literally trying to calm you down. You look pale as fuck—no offense."
Nervously, you tap the bottom of your leather-boot against the floor while nibbling on your bottom lip. Every worst-case scenario possible floods your mind and it does your nerves no justice.
"Fuck. Okay. I'm going in."
Jimin claps his hands together. "Atta girl! I'll pick you up when you're done, okay?"
What if the tattoo-needle rips your skin apart? Shit - what if you pick up some sort of disease because the tattoo artist didn't clean it properly?
"Wait!"
Immediately, you rush towards the passenger door, but Jimin's already slowly driving away.
"Nope. No. Go inside, Y/N." The car continues to creep forward, and everytime you think you've got hold of the handle, it slips right out of your grasp.
"Jimin, I'm going to fucking barf-"
"I love you!"
Then the car pulls out of the parking area and drives away completely.
Now you're alone.
Infront of the tattoo studio.
Damn you for getting shit-faced that night—and damn you for getting this useless name inked on your skin. What a magnificent way to celebrate the start of adult-hood.
You step forward toward the entrance of the studio, trying to prepare yourself for what lies ahead. It's just a tattoo. People do this on a daily basis—it's no big deal.
The bell at the top of the door singals your arrival and somehow the sound makes you feel even more sick. Every surrounding detail only reminds you of how soon you'll have a needle shoved into your flesh.
Inside of the studio it's quiet—almost too quiet. The interior is minimalist, with a slight modern touch meant to give the place some sort of calming vibe. Different designs are displayed along the walls - every design holding a hidden message of it's own beneath the skillfully sketches.
You can't see anyone near you, not even someone at the front desk. Are they closed? On Google it showed that they only close at 5PM, and right now it's 1PM. Perhaps it closed earlier today?
With that thought in mind you start thanking the heavens. It means you wont be getting tortured with a needle today.
"Fuck," An unfamiliar masculine voice filled the quiet air around you followed by a soft sound of boxes falling. "I'll be there in a minute!"
Soon after, a figure appear from the back door behind the front desk and your mouth start to drool unknowingly.
It was obvious he liked to hit the gym in his free time—his muscular build and broad shoulders gave it away. One arm is decorated with a full sleeve tattoo, the ink trailing from his chest all the way down to his hand.
Fuck—those hands.
His face was adorned with silver piercings; one on his eyebrow, one on his lip, another just beneath it, not to mention his ear covered in small silver hoops.
You stand there, completely taken aback by this stranger's physical appearance. Okay.. maybe getting the name covered up wasn't such a bad idea after all.
He makes his way to the front desk and opens a black notebook. "Do you have an appointment?"
The question snaps you right of your daydream, and you clear your throat. "Uh, no. Do I need one..?"
He looks up at you from his notebook, his expression blank. "Are you at the right place?"
His eyes drag over your entire body, taking in your outfit from head to toe.
Underneath his hard stare, you shift nervously. "Isn't this the place to get a tattoo?"
"I just want to cover something up, it won't take long."
"Yeah. With an appointment," he deadpans.
Handsome and annoying. This man is getting on your last nerve—and you didn't have alot of them.
Humming in response, he crossed his bulky arms infront of his chest. One squeeze with those around your head and-
"Cover up what?"
You clear your throat and straighten your beige skirt. "My ex's name.." The words slipping from your lips sounds like a lie even to you, and you couldn't help but cringe.
He lets out a light chuckle before poking his tongue out to roll the ring on his bottom lip. "Should've seen that coming. Alright, where is it?" He grabbed a pen on the other side of the counter and flips to a blank page in the notebook.
Fuck. How are you supposed to explain to him that the tattoo is right underneath your boob? There's still a chance to back out, just think of an excuse. Any excuse.
"Y-you know, I actually just remembered of some errands-"
The door of the entrance swings open behind you and a floral smell instantly fills up your nostrils.
“Kookie!” A high-pitched female voice interrupts the conversation you were having with—well, Kookie, you suppose. The sharp clack of high heels echoes through the small room.
She brushes past you as if you’re not even there and walks straight up to the man behind the front desk. Judging by his expression, he doesn’t seem too pleased to see her.
The girl is dressed in designer from head to toe; a mini skirt paired with a matching lacy top, thigh-high stockings, and black heels. Her black hair is perfectly styled into soft curls, her ears adorned with a few silver earrings here and there.
“Did you forget the appointment we had today? And who’s this?” she asks, leaning over the counter with a pout pushed out on her pink-tinted lips.
Jungkook sighs softly, keeping his eyes on the notebook in front of him. “We do. She’s just…” He trails off, then looks up at you with an eyebrow raised in question. “Do you want the cover-up or not?”
Beside him, the girl—now leaning against the counter—eyes you in a way that makes it seem like she’s just spotted dirt.
Wait… are you supposed to be the dirt?
“I, uh…” You glance at the girl, who scoffs softly before turning her attention back to him. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”
He nods, rolling his tongue over his inner cheek in thought.
The girl stomps her Valentino heels against the floor. “But we agreed you’d give me a tattoo today!”
Pinching the bridge of his nose, he squeezes his eyes shut. “Jiwoo, just give me a fucking break. You can wait, can’t you?”
When she doesn’t respond, he rolls his eyes and looks at her. “Good,” he adds casually before turning back to you. “You can go that way—I’ll be there in a sec.” He nods toward a door to your side.
Not long after you’re left waiting in the room he told you to enter, he comes back in, closing the door behind him. You sit on the tattoo bed, hands nervously fidgeting with whatever fabric of your skirt you can grab.
He makes his way over to the table holding his supplies. He doesn’t speak—you assume he’s one of those people who keeps things strictly professional while working. Either way, you’re glad he’s not trying to make conversation. It feels like your entire body might give in at any minute, your nerves completely shot.
He turns toward you as he slips on a pair of black gloves. “You never told me where you want the cover-up.”
At his question, your palms grow slick with sweat. Fuck. Okay, Y/N. Be cool. It’s his job anyway. He must be used to girls getting tattoos in weird places, right?
Not wanting to say it out loud, you gesture toward the spot underneath your breast, avoiding eye contact altogether.
He snorts. “Your ex sounds kinky as fuck.”
You knit your brows together and immediately look up at him. “Excuse me?”
“Nothing. Lift your shirt up.” The words slip out casually as his hands move to prepare the equipment.
“What? For what?”
He walks over to the tattoo bed with what you assume is the tattoo machine. “The tattoo?”
“Oh,” you breathe out, following his instruction. “Right.”
He grabs a nearby chair and places it beside you. When he sits, you catch a whiff of his cologne, the close distance making your stomach curl in an odd way.
His gaze drops to the ink underneath your breast - and then he just… stares.
No reaction.
No emotion.
Nothing.
At the question, you clutch the hem of your shirt tighter. “Uh, yeah. Yes, it is.”
His eyes remain fixed on the name etched into your skin, his face completely blank.
“Your ex’s name is Jungkook?”
When you finally look up, his eyes are boring straight into yours. You swallow thickly.
After what feels like ages, he scoffs, looking away as he runs a hand down his face. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“What?”
“Is your name Y/N?”
You nod.
“Okay, you’re scaring me -”
He drops his hand and looks back at the tattoo, disbelief now written all over his face.
“Holy fuck,” he mutters. “It’s you.”
“You’re the girl who got my name tattooed underneath her tit.”
You sit there in complete shock. There is absolutely no way in hell this is the guy whose name is permanently inked on your skin. One; he’s ridiculously handsome. He has to have a partner. And two-
Actually… there is no two.
Jungkook suddenly bursts out laughing, leaning back in his chair as the sound fills the room. Across from him, still frozen on the bed, you stare at him, dumbfounded.
“Is this fucking funny to you?”
The laughter slowly dies down, and he’s already busy preparing the ink on the metal table beside him. “It kinda is.”
With a soft huff, you cross your arms over your chest. “I’m so pleased to see you taking this as a laughing matter. You’re not the one who got an annoying weirdo’s name tattooed on them.”
He hums, getting up to grab something from the cabinet on the other side of the room. “You were pretty shit-faced that night, but I didn’t expect you to forget that we both did it.”
You freeze. “What… the fuck… do you mean by that?”
He lifts the sleeve of his shirt slightly, revealing your name written in bold lettering over his shoulder.
You want to faint. Like, right now. Actually—no, disappearing entirely sounds even better.
He sits back down in the chair beside the tattoo bed and motions with his finger for you to lift your shirt again. Slowly, you do, flinching slightly as he uses a cloth to clean your skin.
Scoffing, you roll your eyes. “A few minutes ago you called my ‘ex’ kinky for choosing the placement.”
“You know,” he says in a low voice as he opens a new needle with his teeth, “you look even hotter with my name underneath your tit.
Perfect placement, if I do say so myself.” He spits the wrapper aside and inserts the needle into the tattoo machine.
“Yeah,” he shrugs casually. “Who says I’m not kinky?”
You open your mouth to snap back, but nothing comes out. Instead, you shut it completely as a blush slowly creeps up your cheeks.
“Does this,” you gesture toward the tattoo, “not bother you at all?” Your tone comes out annoyed—maybe a little flustered, too.
“I think it’s sexy as fuck. You should keep it. Looks good on you.”
You’re not sure whether he’s teasing or being serious, but either way, heat rises in your chest. Fuck this guy—whoever he thinks he is.
“You know what,” you say, getting up from the bed as you grab your handbag, “I’m not doing this here.”
He watches you get up, and the way his gaze drags lower when your skirt rides up doesn’t go unnoticed. “So what, you’re gonna go to another tattoo studio and tell them the exact same thing you just told me?”
“Yes,” you snap, spinning around on the heel of your boot to face him. “Yes, I am. Because you’re annoying as hell, and I just want this… thing covered up.”
He looks up at you from the chair, tilting his head slightly to the side. “Me calling you hot annoys you?”
“Very much.”
“You’re sexy,” he amends easily. “Is that better?”
You groan at his casual response, and you swear, if you could smack him straight in the face with your handbag, you would’ve done it a long time ago.
“Oh, fuck off!”
You turn on your heel and storm out of the room, not bothering to look back. You already know he’s sitting there with a nasty, smug smirk plastered all over his stupidly good-looking face.
Mission: failed.
Great. Just great. Another day walking around with someone’s name permanently inked on your skin.
Three days later, and the name is still there— mocking you every time you stare at yourself in the mirror.
Everytime your eyes were met with the irritated red skin underneath your bare boob you wanted to puke. It was a reminder of just how idiotic you tend to get at times—and this stunt was at the top of your "idiotic things i've done this year" list.
Jimin—the person who's suppose to be with you through thick and thin-—didn't seem to be making this situation any easier. When you enlightened him about what happened that day when you were supposed to get this thing covered up, he shook his head, sighed deeply, and cursed the living shit out of your soul.
Now, you knew every word he let out that day were true. For example, he said—and you quote, "You're going to walk with that tattoo marked on your body for eternity all because you didn't have the balls to cover it up that day."
And yes, it was the truth. But were you going to admit it out loud? No.
Did you have the guts to face Jungkook again after that day? A trillion times fuck no.
That's why you find yourself sinking deep into your living room couch with your third glass of wine in hand. And yes, the wine was indeed more than halfway done already.
The TV softly played in the background of your overthinking thoughts, your mind showing you no mercy by replaying the scene between you and Jungkook at the tattoo shop in your mind over and over again.
The dim-light of your phone screen casted a soft glow across your face as your eyes bore into the picture of the dumbass tattoo on your bare skin. The more you stare at it the more you notice details you didn't seem to have noticed before, and you'd find yourself occasionally zooming in on it too. Just to be clear of the tiny heart next to the letters.
You're so incredibly screwed.
You try to ignore the way Jimin's sending you glances from the side but with each glare he gave it felt like he left a fire mark on your skin.
With your head now fully turned in his direction, you raise an eyebrow at him. "What? Why do you keep looking at me?"
Jimin innocently shrugs his shoulders and casually throws his arm over the back of the couch. "Are you going to stare at that picture forever or something?"
"Wouldn't you like to know," you give a snort and raise the wine glass to your mouth. After taking a large sip, you let the alcohol slide down your throat with a satisfied hum. "I can do what I want."
Jimin leans forward to grab a handful of chips from the open bag placed on the coffee table. "Yeah, and staring at the picture won't make it any better. Maybe covering it up would though."
Jimin earns himself a kick to the leg with his words, letting out a soft whine in response to the contact. "Ow!"
"You know well why I didn't cover it up that day!"
"Oh right," he hums before he leans back in the couch again while chewing on the crunchy chips, "You were being all stuttery and nerdy infront of a hot stranger. Whose name also so happened to be on your.. well, basically your tit."
You groan out and plop your phone face-down beside you. Looking at the photo won't make the situation better, he's unfortunately right.
"I'm well aware of that."
"Thought i'd remind you. You know, to be a good friend or whatever."
"Yeah, you're being a great friend right now. Real soulmate material."
You down the rest of the remaining wine in your glass before placing it down on the coffee table right next to the opened bag of chips.
Jimin's feet casually positions ontop of your lap, making himself all comfortable by taking your personal space entirely. You didn't budge though—that just sums up your friendship with Jimin entirely.
"That Yeonjun guy begged me for your number earlier this week."
His words causes your face to drop into a frown. You haven't heard that name—well, that exact night you decided to get a tattoo of a stranger's name. Yeonjun asked you to dance and you agreed, that was before you got shit-faced. Or after. You can't seem to remember when exactly, but what you do remember is ditching him to go to the bathroom and after that his face vanished. Nowhere to be seen.
"Yeonjun? How do you even have his number?"
Jimin chuckles softly before looking back at you. "We ran into each other again and after that he took at it as an opportunity to get your number, I guess."
You sit up and clear your throat. "And did you give it?"
"Well, he offered me a hundred bucks. So, yeah. I did."
Instantly you pinch the bridge of your nose. "Park Jimin what's wrong with you?"
He scoffs softly and gives an eye roll. "If anything you should be THANKING me. I just gave you another reason to get that thing covered up or something." He use his finger covered in chip dust to point toward the exact spot the tattoo's located.
You can already imagine it; him sitting next to your grave while he scolds you about the tattoo—the thought sent a shock through your body.
There's no point in arguing with him, he will drag this out until you lay in your death coffin.
Actually, even then would he go on about it.
So, you keep quiet and just focus on pouring yourself a fourth glass of wine.
Carrying boxes that weigh more than you all the way up until you reach the fourth floor was something you couldn't imagine yourself doing. Not in any possible scenario.
Yet, here you are; a large box tilting sideways in your arms as you stumble your way up the stairs. Your legs feels like it might give in at any moment--each step feels like you're tripping over a large ass rock and your arms were aching and practically begging for rest.
By the time you reach the third floor you plop the heavy box down onto the floor with a large sigh which decides to echo through the cold and large hallway.
The ache in your lower back only makes you curse Jimin even more; fuck him for calling you over to move his belongings into his new apartment. And not to mention the fact that his apartment is all the way up until the fourth fucking floor—mind you, the last floor at that.
The sweat that started to form on your forehead only got wiped away with the back of your hand as you gain the last bit of courage within you to carry the box up another flight of stairs.
Okay, Y/N. You got this, it's a piece of cake. The yoga classes you took once every five months is being put to use finally.
You pick up the box with a soft grunt, the familiar ache forming in your lower back. You take a step forward, trying to get used to the weight once again.
Jimin owes you one hell of a foot rub after this.
Just as your mind were set on finishing this task and heading home as fast possible, you stumble backwards. You try to find your balance but your feet completely gives in, deciding to betray you when you literally need them the most, and the weight of the box only seems to be adding to the fall.
You trip over something hard behind you, and that for sure was not the box. You were sure when you heard someone behind you letting out a soft grunt.
The box slips from your grasp as your ass hit the floor directly and the sound of someone hitting the floor behind you could be heard aswell. God, what is your luck lately?
"I'm so sorry!" You turn around on the floor to face the person you accidently pushed to the floor with your back when-- no. No, no, no.
"You.." You couldn't even finish the sentence. The words got stuck somewhere along the way of trying to come out—and you were a hundred-percent sure if you try to get it out, it would come out in a squeal.
This is a dream, this is all a fever dream and
it's not happening. The feeling of you pinching yourself waves through your entire body and you were reminded that this was infact, not a dream.
Infront of you, on the floor, is Jungkook. He groans softly as he tries to regain his composure from the fall, his tattooed hand rubbing the back of his neck. And at the sound of your voice, he looks up almost immediately. As if he knew the sound of your voice already.
"You."
You jump up from the awkward position on the floor and atleast try to fix your hair, your hands fastly working on fixing the hair strands that are out of place. "What are you doing here?"
Jungkook doesn't waste any time in standing up aswell, wiping imaginary dust off his pants. "I live here."
His response causes your entire body to run cold. He lives here. In this apartment complex. The same one Jimin is moving into.
"You… live here? As in like, in this building?"
He raises an eyebrow your way confusedly before he cross his arms over his chest. "Uh, yeah? What are you doing here?"
"I.. uh.."
If you tell him your best friend so happened to unexpectedly move in at the same building would he believe it? Or perhaps you'd sound desperate? God, this whole thing is giving you a headache!
"You, uh, what?" His voice dripped in mockery as that same plaguey smirk slowly appears on his lips. "Stalking me?"
"Stalking--? lower your ego, weirdo!" Your sudden high-pitched voice reverberated through the hallway.
Jungkook let out a low snicker at your reaction. "You have a tattoo of my name on you and I'm the weirdo?"
"You have my name too!"
Trying to keep the growing anger within you under control, you crouch down and grab the heavy box once again. You came to conclusion that in order to prevent yourself from losing it completely, is to leave this conversation.
"Well, then we're both weirdos."
His voice came off unsouciant—as if he's entirely layed back with this situation. As if he's feeding his annoyingly high ego even more by knowing that his name tattooed underneath your tit. The way he acted so casually about all of this made you want to punch a hole straight through his perfectly-sculpted face.
The box slips out of your grasp with ease, the object hitting the floor with a loud thud.
Jungkook watches the scene unfolding infront of him in amusement—and the way you kept trying to pick the box up didn't go unfazed by him. Not even a little.
By the time the box falls from your hands a fourth time you huff and give up, not even sparing Jungkook a glance. You're more than embarrassed enough by now, and seeing his reaction will not make it any easier.
"Stop looking at me," you mumble through gritted teeth as you pull your phone harshly from your pocket. You'll call Jimin and rush his ass down here in order to help you. You've had enough of the struggle and torture.
"A single 'help me, please' would've gotten you very far by now."
"As if I need your help." Your thumb's already working on searching for Jimin's contact.
You open Jimin's contact information and suddenly the box got picked up by Jungkook as if it weighed nothing. He looks at you, nodding in the direction behind you. "To where?"
Completely stunned, you stare at him stupefied—the option of dialing Jimin and scolding him until he gets his ass here pushed away in the back of your mind now. "I said, I don't need your help-"
"Stop being stubborn and tell me where you want the box."
The tone of his voice left you no room to hesitate, and you didn't. In the few interactions you've had with him, you've noticed that arguing with him is absolutely pointless.
Turning around you stuff the phone back into your pocket and start to walk to the flight of stairs at the other end of the hallway, the sound of Jungkook's footsteps follows behind you.
Silently, the two of you made your way up the stairs, your palms growing sweaty with each minute heavily and slowly ticking by. He didn't speak, and neither did you—he quietly followed your steps behind with the box held tightly in his hands.
The fact that the both of you were not even halfway through the stairs made you silently curse in your own thoughts—you're starting to become aware of your own breathing pattern at this point.
"Do you live here or something?" His voice cuts through the awkward silence like a blade, and silently you thank him for breaking the silence. You'd never do it out loud, though.
"Not me, no. My friend's moving in today, he basically forced me to help him," a soft and barely audible snort left you.
Jungkook hums in response, the sound coming off slightly shaky due to his movements. If you're veracious right now, it sounded more like a quiet whimper than anything else—ew, oh my God stop thinking about that. You're acting like a pervert. A disgusting pervert.
You've been too occupied by trying to avoid the silence between the two of you to notice the way your breathing grew ragged overtime. Your chest feels like it would collapse any minute now.
"Wait, quick break," is all you breathe out before plopping yourself down on a step with a sigh. The day's obstacles slowly start to settle in, a soft ache pounding in your upper legs and arms.
Jungkook places the box down next to you with a soft huff, taking the opportunity to roll his shoulders back and forth. "Already?"
You send a dirty glare up at him. "Excuse you, i've been doing this for two hours. You don't know half the suffering i've been through."
"Right," he chuckles softly and takes a seat right next to you, the box now a barrier between the two of you on the stairs.
And then, everything falls silent again. The only thing you can hear clearly at the moment is none other than your own breathing—it's embarrassing how you're literally the only one panting for breath, basically.
"About that night.." you trail off before you can finish the sentence, trying to find the correct wording before you come off as some kind of creep.
Jungkook looks at you, tongue darting out to flick at the ring on his bottom lip. "Yeah?" He waits. Patiently sitting a few centimeters away from you, head tilted to the side slightly.
"We didn't.. like, you know.." You gesture between the two of you with your hand, and you could feel the heat creeping it's way into your cheeks.
His tongue drags back into his mouth, now poking at his inner cheek with a smirk. "No. I don't know, elaborate?"
He's lying. He likes seeing you suffer and stumble over your own words, the fuck-ass smirk on his lips is the evidence to your statement. He fucking knows what he's doing to you, and he's enjoying every single second of it.
"Fuck. Did we fuck?"
He laughs softly, shaking his head and looking away from you. "No. Not that I know of."
"Not that you know of?" You look at him with a confused frown.
"Yeah. I wouldn't touch someone that way if I'm drunk," he shrugs casually. "So I'm ninety-nine-percent sure we didn't do anything."
You let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding, relief crashing over your body instantly. Atleast he's well mannered—correction; sometimes well mannered.
By the time you arrive at Jimin's brand new apartment, you push the door open for Jungkook with your hand. "You can just place it anywhere."
He gives a nod as he steps inside, and as he walks past you, you catch a glimpse of his bicep, your eyes lingering on the sight before tearing it away.
"Y/N, Yoongi just messaged me that he'll-”
Jimin stops dead in his tracks once he spots Jungkook at the entrance of the apartment.
His wide eyes take in every detail; from the tattoos curling underneath his sleeve all the way up until his forehead that’s slick with sweat. Judging by his reaction, he’s even uncontrollably drooling over his sweat. Yes, sweat.
The phone slips from Jimin’s tiny hand and hits the carpet beneath him, his plump lips slowly parting in astonishment.
“What- who- oh my God. Y/N’s getting laid. Oh my God.”
Your mouth curl into revulsion, a look of pure disgust written all over your face. “What?”
Jungkook, who’s not troubled by Jimin’s words at all, gives a slight smile and soft chuckle. “I’m Jungkook, nice to meet you.”
Oh good gravy. Hell’s breaking lose, for sure.
Jimins gasps. Then stares. Then gasps again. He takes a step forward with his mouth wide open—no words slipping out whatsover. No ‘shit’ or ‘it’s you’. Nothing. And somehow that made you feel even worse.
"You're him-- the one underneath her boob," he whispers, shock lacing every word. "Oh. My. Goodness. Gracious."
Jungkook's face falls into a frown at Jimin's unexpected reaction, and he's definitely debating whether he should take a step back or a step forward. Either way, he's clearly creeped the fuck out all thanks to Jimin.
"Oh." Realization hits Jungkook at an instant when he's reminded about the tattoo. "Yeah, that's me, underneath her boob."
You expression only twisted into deper disgust (if that's even possible), and you turn to Jungkook with a huff. "Ew. Can you shut up?"
"What?" He asks innocently, nodding towards Jimin—who's still in shock, "His words, not mine."
Jimin throws a hand over his mouth, shaking his head. "No, you're gorgeous. Absolutely fucking gorgeous.." his whispers got muffled due to his mouth practically being stuffed into his palm.
"Jimin-"
"You must be tired," Jimin cuts you right off and rushes forward, already pulling Jungkook further into the apartment, "You must be so tired after carrying that. Come, sit down."
The two leaves you standing there at the entrance, eyes wide with mental rejection. What in the flippen fuck just happened?
"Hey! What about me? I carried more than him, you know!"
Unpacked and opened boxes were scattered across the wooden floor of the small apartment, the light above the round dinner table flickered slightly after every five minutes.
Despite this little dinner-gathering practically being a celebration about Jimin moving into this apartment today, you couldn't seem to be finding a reason to show a slight smile. For the past twenty minutes you'd shift uncomfortably in your seat and force out a laugh at jokes that were made around the table.
Now, you had a valid reason for being this sour tonight. And no, it wasn't because of Jimin's jab he made earlier about your black roots growing back ontop of your head. Or maybe that was part of it.
It was Jungkook, who's sitting straight across from you at the table busy laughing loudly at the incident Yoongi shared about his cat puking on his bed sheets.
God, you absolutely hate way his laugh plastered itself deep into your ear drums like some type of parasite. Yes, hes a parasite. A very annoying one at that.
Fairly speaking, Jimin's truly the one at blame here. Earlier, after praising Jungkook's incredibly big biceps and strong hands, he offered Jungkook to stay for dinner. Jungkook had the audacity to stare straight into your soul and agree.
The thought causes you to absently squeeze the beer can in your right hand, the can crunching in your grip. This is by far indeed the worst dinner of this entire year.
"Aren't you hungry?" Yoongi's voice snaps right through the hate-train thought of Jungkook in your head.
Everyone around the table now looks at you, Jungkook taking a sip of his beer in the process.
Jimin snorts softly after he slurped a mouthful of ramen, "She's lying. She complained about skipping breakfast this morning literally the second we got here this afternoon."
You look down at your untouched ramen—probably cold by now too and the chopsticks completely forgotten at the side of the bowl.
"Not really," you shrug your shoulders.
You send a warning glance Jimin's way, and Yoongi tilts his head to the side while being seated next to Jimin.
"Are you on that diet again?"
"Huh? What diet?"
"The one you said makes your ass look plump," Jimins chimes in with an innocent smile.
Jungkook chokes on his beer, the liquid sliding down the wrong side of his throat.
Your face entirely heats up at the reminder, mouth opening to protest against it but you know it won't do you any justice—it's two against one.
Yoongi gently pats Jungkook's back as he coughs the liquid out of his throat. After he manages to gain his composure back, he looks at you with a laugh. "Makes your ass look plump? Really?"
You kick his foot underneath the table with a baffled groan. "That's none of your business."
Jimin hums and takes a sip of his own beer. "Oh, but do you know what I think should be part of his business?"
This can't possibly end up good. There's only one outcome; and that's Jimin embarrassing the living hell out of you right now.
"Would you like to enlighten Jungkook about the day after you met him at the tattoo studio? She said, and I quote, 'He's hot as fuck though.' I'm not even exaggarrating this time."
"Shut your big, fat mouth, Park Jimin!"
Jungkook shakes his head, looking at you with a smirk. "Oh, she did?"
Softly, you slam your fist against the table in an attempt to stop the path this conversation is taking. "No, I didn't. He had too much beer."
"This is my first drink," Jimin says as he glowers at you.
Jungkook leans back in the chair, crossing his arms with a cocky expression. He's enjoying this. He's enjoying this way too much. "You think I'm hot?"
Your grip on the beer can got so tight you swear you can snap it in half at the moment. The heat that formed a moment ago due to humaliation coursed straight through your entire body.
"Lower your ego," you snap back in a mumble—you'd rather die than show Jungkook just how much his cockiness affacted you.
"How can I when you keep it high?"
"I don't."
"You do."
"Not."
Jimin sighs softly and takes a huge gulp of his beer. "Oh God."
Jimin raises his hand almost immediately while still gulping down the last bit of alcohol left in the can. "Bring two for me."
Yoongi decides to break the banter by clapping his hands together loudly, the two of you looking in his direction in response to the sharp sound.
"Alright, who wants another beer?"
Yoongi waves him off as he makes his towards the mini-fridge ontop of the kitchen counter.
With a soft groan you lean back in your chair and drag a hand over your face.
This is hell—and you're being forced to slowly live through the suffering.
Across from you, Jungkook is staring directly at you—as if he's examining your soul with deep thought. Something about the way he's staring at you currently felt unfamiliar; there's no smirk, no cockiness behind his dark pupils—he's just.. staring.
"I asked for two," Jimin deadpans when Yoongi places one beer can infront of him on the table.
Yoongi plops back into his seat, opening his own can of beer with a smug smirk. "That's going to be your last one for the night."
You snort softly, taking a swig of beer yourself. "If I remember clearly, the last time you finished a whole six-pack of beer on your own you passed out in the pool. And I mean, like, in the pool."
A pout pushes out on Jimin's perfectly plump lips. "That was ages ago!"
Yoongi glares at Jimin next to him. "Two months, Jimin. Two months."
"I should probably get going, it's getting late." Jungkook smiles slightly before getting up from the table and grabbing the empty beer can he finished a few minutes ago.
Finally.
Okay, you're well aware of the fact that you're most likely coming off as a rude bitch, which, quite frankly, you are right now. But staring at Jungkook's annoyingly perfect face the entire evening long was not something you enjoyed. Not to mention the fact that he got along so incredibly well with your two best friends—it made your blood boil.
Jimin looks up at Jungkook who's already getting ready to leave. "Already?"
Jungkook chuckles before patting Jimin's shoulder. "We're basically neighbors now, I'll stop by again sometime."
Yoongi takes the first sip of his beer before waving in Jungkook's direction. "Sounds good. See you around, dude."
You stay silent, you don't owe him anything. Not even a goodbye. So, you sit there in complete silence while you occupy yourself by stuffing your mouth with ramen.
He looks at you, hesitates, and then finally decides to leave without giving you a goodbye.
The bass of the music is earsplitting loud, the volume just adding to the desire of wanting to go home.
People around you are dancing, some even pressed up against walls as they allow a complete stranger to dominate their lips. At the sight you scrunch up your nose slightly and slowly look away. In hopes of distracting your mind you take an enormous gulp of your cocktail—all your trust is currently in this alcohol. You're counting on it to atleast try and get you through this date.
To be sincere, you had a feeling—the moment you agreed to go on this date—that you'd spend half the evening sitting in complete boredom as he talks about himself. It has always been like that; every date you've ever been on ended up with you ghosting the person the next day. It's more of a routine by now, honestly.
The past fifteen minutes that Yeonjun—your date—have spent in the bathroom you've already come up with a complete plan for after the date.
The date will end, he'll drop you off at home (another ten minutes of him bragging about having a law degree), and then you'll ignore his calls and texts. Oh, and ofcourse, avoid him in public. If that's even possible.
God, how long does he take to piss? You check the time on your phone, your eyes wincing slightly at the screen lightning up. It's been seventeen minutes now.
Impatiently you start to bounce your leg up and down underneath the marble table, grabbing the vodka bottle in the middle of the table to mix it with your cocktail. Passing out ontop of the table seems to be more appealing at the moment.
"Hey, sorry about that," Yeonjun slides back into the seat across from you, and you mentally roll your eyes at his return, "Long line."
Your eyes move over to the restroom's entrance, seeing two people in line. "I bet," you mumble with a pushed out smile on your lips. Not wasting any time, you take another gulp of your drink.
Yeonjun pours himself another drink, filling the glass up until the rim with vodka. He's in for one hell of a headache tomorrow morning, for sure.
He hums as the vodka settles on his taste-buds, placing the glass back on the table before he finally pays attention to you. "You never told me what you do for a living?"
Because he never asked. He was too busy bragging about his law degree and his monthly salary. At that thought you let out a mental sigh.
"I'm a waitress."
Yeonjun almost chokes on the liquid, letting out dry coughs as he slaps his own chest in order to calm whatever kind of cough-fit he's having. The alcohol escaping his nostrils causes a soft snort to leave your mouth—luckily he didn't hear it.
"Are you okay?" Out of politeness you hand him over a tissue which you quickly grabbed from your handbag next to you on the table.
He waves off your (fake) concern and uses the tissue to clean the wet stain on his designer shirt.
"Yeah, sorry. Just.. didn't expect that."
"Huh?"
"You," he gestures his hand decorated with rings toward you, "being a waitress."
Oh, he's one of those people. The type who thinks they're highly entitled because they own a big salary with a new, shiny car at their side. You need someone to remind you why you even agreed to go on this date.
"Me working as a waitress bothers you?"
Yeonjun shakes his head in slight panic at your choice of words, giving a nervous cackle. "No, not at all. You didn't seem like the type to serve people, but honestly the more I look at you I start to see it."
At his words, your face drops into a blank expression. You were completely stunned—more than stunned, actually.
"What?"
"Don't get me wrong! You're beautiful and all, but.." he stops himself, leans back in the chair and thinks for a few seconds, "People who serve other people has this.. specific aura, you know?"
A scoff slips past your lips and you cross your arms in vexation. Without thinking, you throw the rest of your drink directly onto his designer shirt.
"What the fuck?!" Yeonjun yelps softly at the cold liquid staining his shirt and he jumps slightly from his seat. "What's your problem?!"
"Shove it in your ass, you prick," you snap back as you stand up to leave, grabbing your handbag.
Ignoring the cuss words he throws your way, you just walk away and flip him off without looking his way. He's not worth your time, and thank God you finally have a reasonable excuse to leave this fuck-ass date.
The minute you step foot outside of the bar you feel a wave of relief washing over you. Whatever happened back there was just a sign that you're doing well off on your own, you don't need any distractions—especially not now.
A slight shiver runs down your spine as the cool air hit you directly in the face, and you don't hesitate to stuff your ice-cold hands into the pockets of the coat you decided to wear tonight. You seek warmth by nestling your chin into the collar's fabric of you coat.
Now, the only problem you need to find a solution for is getting home. You could call Jimin, make him repay you for all the boxes you had to carry four floors up (and forcing you to stare at Jungkook's face for the entire night), or you can just grab a taxi. But ofcourse, you didn't bring any cash—the original plan was that Yeonjun would take you back home before it got ruined.
So, Jimin it is.
"Get out!"
A male voice rings through your eardrums and you jump slightly at the volume. Out of curiosity, you turn around to face the direciton the voice came from.
And to your surprise, security was throwing Jungkook out of the club that so happened to be positioned right next to the bar you were in.
Weird. You didn't even know there was a club there.
Jungkook shoves the security's hand off his shoulder before scoffing as he watches him slam the door shut behind him.
"Asshole," he mumbles and fixes his shirt, slowly turning around to walk away.
Then, he sees you and he stops in his tracks.
"You're bleeding," you point out softly after your eye caught the glimpse of red prickling in the corner of his mouth. "What happened? That seemed pretty.. intense."
His hand reaches to wipe the blood by using his tumb, and he chuckles soflty. "It's nothing," he gloss over your question. "What are you doing here alone?"
You look back at the bar's entrance and shrug. "A date. It went horrible though so I'm heading home."
Jungkook laughs silently, looking down and shaking his head.
In repsonse, you frown. "What's so funny?"
"Kinda expected that from you," he looks back at you with a smile—no smirk this time. That's new.
You can't help but leave a laugh of your own, your lips slowly curling upwards into an unknowing smile. "What do you even mean by that?"
The smile remains on his lips, the silver ring on his bottom lip glinting slightly underneath the street light a few feet away from him. "That you're like, super unpredictable. Who goes on a date in the middle of the week?"
Quietly, you snicker and roll your eyes—but there was no real heat behind the action. "Me. I do. What's wrong with that?"
He just looks at you, remaining silent. His eyes takes in your attire from top to bottom—as if he's trying to memorize every single part of you by just one look. "Not to be weird or anything, but do you have a ride home?"
You think for a moment; if you say no, you'd most likely have to call Jimin and you'd have to sit with him asking millions of questions. If you say yes, you'd most likely have a ride home and (hopefully) get home safe. But on the negative side, it's Jungkook who's offering.
"Yeah.. I do."
"Who?"
"Uhm.. I was going to call Jimin, actually."
Jungkook grabs his phone from the pocket of his jeans to check the time—only to grimace in response. "It's twelve in the morning, I'm pretty sure Jimin's asleep by now."
He's right, you haven't thought about that yet. Knowing Jimin, he's probably passed out on the couch with The Notebook playing on the TV—oh and don't forget the empty bottles of Soju and an unfinished packet of chips.
Is walking even an option?
"Let me drive you home."
One; it's late at night—you don't want to put your own life at risk.
Two; it would easily be a thrity minute walk, twenty if you're lucky.
You hate how that simple question—well, more like a command, slipped so easily off his tongue. Most of all, you hate how it affected you—was it butterflies or unease?
"I can just walk-"
"Alone? At this hour?" He lets out a laugh before he nods toward the parking lot, "My car's parked there."
Not leaving any room for debate, he starts walking.. and you silently follow behind.
Inside of the car it was surprisingly warm. Jungkook must've noticed the way you shivered once you slid inside the passenger seat, because right after getting in the driver's seat the first thing he did was turn on the heater.
You wouldn't describe the car-ride as awkward, but definitely silent enough to get you to the point where you shift in your seat. Your hands tightly clutch at your handbag in your lap and you decide to look out the rolled down window—you've been catching glimpes of his tattoos ever since he escorted you to his car so you'd use anything as a distraction right now.
His gaze flicks your way before focusing back on the road, one hand on the steering wheel as the other rest on the gear.
"How's the tattoo, by the way? No signs of infections or anything, right?"
You slowly shake your head, suddenly becoming hyper-aware of the small space the two of you are currently in. "Not that I know of."
Humming in response, Jungkook starts to drum his fingers against the steering-wheel.
This was not part of the plan you well organized in your head earlier at the bar—this is way out of context. Why him out of all people? In full honesty, you'd much rather be in a ten-minute care ride with your ex.
"That guy must be one hell of an idiot to mess up a date with you."
At his words, your heartbeat increased rapidly—it feels like your heart might burst out of your chest any minute now. For the first time since you got in the car, you look over at him.
"I guess so." You shrug your shoulders casually, despite the fact that his words dropped all the way to your core.
The car slowly stops in the parking lot of your apartment complex, Jungkook's hand shifting the gears before he looks your way—fully this time.
"What a shame."
"What's a shame?"
"I could've done better than him."
He's just playing with you, he doesn't mean it. By now you can barely tell when he's being serious or sarcastic.
"Can you stop being sarcastic? It's starting to piss me off."
He scoffs softly, "Who says I'm being sarcastic? Fuck, Y/N, you still have no idea what you do to me?"
You remain silent, because in a situation like this, it's all you can manage to do. If you do open your mouth to speak, you just know nothing will be able to come out. So, you sit in silence, staring at Jungkook with warm cheeks and slightly wide eyes.
"You seriously don't realize the way my breath quickens whenever you're around? Or how I try to fix my hair when you're not looking? God, I've never even felt this way before."
His words spill out one by one, and you listen to each one. No word goes unheard by you—and the pit in your stomach only goes deeper the more he explains.
"I've never let my eyes linger this long whenever I look at someone before. It feels so weird-"
The sentence gets cut off after you lean forward to crash your lips against his. Well, that was your intention before he stopped you when your lips were only centimeters away from his own.
"Y/N. If you kiss me right now.. I won't stop," his voice comes off as a whisper, his large inked up hand hesitantly rests on your arm, "So choose carefully."
"Kiss me, Jungkook."
With a low, soft groan he captures your lips in a deep kiss. The moment your lips touched his everything else around you turned into a blur, the only thing you can focus on was Jungkook and the way he kisses you stupid.
His hand hovers over your waist, not wanting to make you uncomfortable by placing it directly onto your body. In order to relax him a bit more, you guide his hand down onto your waist gently.
Jungkook's hand grips at the fabric of your coat and impatiently tugs you closer—offering an open invitation for you to get on his lap.
Your hands are already fumbling with the seatbelt, the strap slipping out of your grasp due to your full attention being on the kiss. It's crazy, it really is—you never would've even imagined yourself kissing Jungkook in his car. The same guy who's name is tattooed on your skin, by the way. Somehow, the thought of his name being on you, sends heat to pool at your core.
After Jungkook notices you obviously struggling with the seatbelt, he tears his lips away from yours with a soft whimper. The sound causes your panties to stick to your core—God, he's probably not even aware of the effect he has over you just by making one single sound.
In a blink of an eye he's already working on the seatlbelt, and in just a few minutes it slides off your shoulder with ease. And, ofcourse, you don't waste any time (because you don't have the power in you to do so), impatiently you climb over to the driver's seat with your head earning a soft bump against the roof.
"Ah, fuck," you curse softly before nestling yourself ontop of him. Through his pants you can already feel the outline of his cock; it's big and.. yeah, super big. That's the only word to describe it, or perhaps it's the only word you can think of right now.
His breaths are heavy, chest heaving up and down with each ragged breath that he takes. His eyes only screams two things at the moment; desire and hunger. He needs you, he needs you badly.
"You're.." Jungkook doesn't finish his sentence, he let his hands slide inside of your coat to caress each curve he can find. The feeling of his hands perfectly fitting in the dips of your curves sends a shiver down your spine.
He leans forward and attach his lips to your neck—you can feel every hot breath he lets out against your neck and the feeling only earns a soft sound from you.
With each kiss he gives, he takes his sweet, precious time to suck on your skin before he soothes the spot (most likely a hickey now) with his tongue.
You give him more access to your neck by leaning your head back for him and your hand moves to tangle in his hair, eagerly tugging at it as a silent plea for more.
A chuckle escapes his throat and the sound goes straight to your already aching core. "You're so greedy."
At his words, you look at him—and when his eyes meets yours, his heart skips a massive beat. The flush in your cheeks, the soft panting, the messy hair—it was all too much for him. The sight causes his self control to hang by a single thread. He's just a man, after all.
Your bottom lip sinks between your teeth as you take in his appearance. "You make me greedy."
At that, the little self control he had left slips away completely. How can you make dirty words sound pretty?
He captures your lips in another kiss, but this time it was more greedy, more intense and desperate.
You give him the permission to dominate your mouth completely with his tongue sliding past your lips. His hand slides down slowly, testing the waters, and his thumb hovers over the waistband of the skirt you're wearing.
Somehow, the nervousness behind his touch only spurs you on more, and it makes you buck your hips forward. You're desperate for anything at this point, you'll even rub yourself against his hand if you have to.
He breaks the kiss but not without placing one last peck against your lips, and he rests his forehead against yours. For a few minutes, the both of you remain silent—you let your heavy pants do the talking.
Jungkook looks into your eyes, lips slightly parted as if he's already missing the feeling of your tongue against his. "Can I..?" The tip of his thumb slips beneath the waistband, eagerly waiting for your response.
Impatiently, you nod your head up and down. "Yes. Yes, you can," you breathe out.
Jungkook, who's visibly already losing his mind, slips his hand fully underneath the waistband of your skirt and use the other hand to pull you back into another kiss.
His hand rubs your needy pussy through your panties that's already slick with arousal. You, on the other hand, is a moaning mess. It's embarrassing to admit how much you feel like cumming already—at that thought you clench around literally nothing. Yet.
"Do something," you give a silent plea in a shaky voice. "Please."
Jungkook groans softly, pressing his finger against your entrance through your panties. "You're wet as fuck, baby," he breathes out and places one last peck to your lips before breaking the kiss entirely.
He watches your reaction closely as he presses his thumb into your hole deeper—you moan and drop your head against his shoulder.
With practiced ease, he pushes your panties to the side and uses his thumb to rub your clit in a circular motion. The movement causes your entire body to shiver underneath his touch and another loud, filthy moan slips from your lips.
At your reaction Jungkook bites his bottom lip, holding back a groan at the sight infront of him. You took him so well—and he couldn't help but imagine what you'd feel like around his cock instead.
He watches closely, like a predator watching it's prey. To him, you've always been beautiful; you've always managed to make his heart skip a beat whenever you look his way and you've always managed to make his breath hitch whenever you mentioned the tattoo of his name underneath your tit, but yet, somehow, seeing you writhing and whimpering all because of him, makes you look completely ethereal to him. As if you're made for him and only him alone.
"Fuck," he lets out a barely-suppressed moan of his own as he presses harder against your clit, determined to increase the volume of the beautiful sounds that escapes you, "You're so beautiful, Y/N," he whispers just for you to hear, words that are meant for you and just you.
With his thumb occupied by rubbing your clit, he uses his index finger to stretch you open. "You're so tight, baby."
It's nowhere near silent and perfect—it's quite the opposite. A filthy, wet sound, which comes from his finger pumping into your hole, mixes with the sound of your moans and groans. His choice of words only adds to the pleasure.
A huge, dirty smirk appears on his face. It's the same smirk—the one you've always wanted to slap right off his face. But right now, you want to kiss that smirk until it disappears.
At this point, you're basically riding his finger. You can't help yourself—he's partly to blame here.
"Jungkook," you whisper in a hoarse voice, eyes fluttering close. "I can't wait any longer."
"Can't wait any longer for what?"
Not even for a minute do you stop the movement of your hips moving back and forth, and neither does he stop the movement of his finger pumping in and out of you.
"For you. Your cock. Please, Jungkook."
"You have such a filthy little mouth, makes me want to stuff it with something," he groans out in a low voice.
You swallow thickly, slowing down the movement of your hips and you grip the front of his shirt unknowingly. "What?" You whisper in a soft voice.
Ignoring your question, Jungkook removes his hand from underneath your panties and skirt. The arousal on his thumb and index finger glistens underneath the faint light of the streetlamp right next to his car.
"Wow, look at the mess you made. Who's going to clean it up now, hm?"
You don't speak, you couldn't—you just slowly and silently open your mouth and stick your tongue out.
At your obedience he moans, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "Good girl," he hums in response before he lifts his hand and places both fingers inside of your mouth. "Clean every drop, okay?"
Your tongue curls around his thumb and index finger and you make sure to lap up every drop of arousal you can find. You let out a moan around his fingers at the taste, your hand clutching his shirt tighter now.
God, your pussy's throbbing for release and your entrance is aching to be stuffed by his length.
Once satisfied, he removes his fingers from your mouth with a soft pop before he reaches to undo the button of his pants.
You lash your lips to his neck, eyes fluttering close as you suck and kiss at his neck.
Jungkook's moans grew raspy and he leans his head back with parted lips—you're gonna be the death of him, for sure.
After a few seconds of struggle, he finally lowers his pants along with his boxers, and the moment his cock springs free your mouth runs dry at the sight.
You weren't wrong—he's big. Really big. He's big, veiny, and—oh fuck, the way his tip's already leaking with pre-cum is the cherry on-top.
He notices the way youre staring at his aching cock, and just because he can, he lowers his hand to pump his own length up down. Slowly. Teasingly.
He knows what he's doing to you, he sees the way your big, hungry eyes follow each movement of his hand, sees the way you slowly swallow the spit down your throat and he can tell you need his cock inside of you really badly.
"Take your shirt off, baby,", he rasps out softly in a hoarse breath, already imagining the size of your cunt as he thrusts himself into his hand, "Wanna see you."
He didn't have to tell you twice, because you're already working on removing the huge coat you decided to wear earlier. By the time you (finally) got the coat off, you toss it onto the backseat in one swift movement. You're impatient as fuck—never once have you thought you'd be dripping wet for Jungkook.
Without any shame at all, Jungkook continues to pump his dick up and down, pre-cum dripping out with each pump he gives downwards. At the sight of you removing your clothes for him he groans softly and he bites down onto his bottom lip.
Jungkook's reaction only causes you to speed up your movements, your hands quickly work on throwing your shirt over your head and then afterwards you toss it carelessly to God knows where.
Now, the only thing covering your tits is your bra—black laced bra. It was suppose to be for Yeonjun (before you realized that he's a douchebag), but Jungkook seeing you in it sounds and looks much better.
His eyes drops to the visible tattoo of his name underneath the cup of your bra and he moans. The hand he used to jerk himself off reached out to lift the cup of your bra in order to see the tattoo more clearly—and when he does, his cock twitches.
"You like seeing your name on me?" you ask in a quiet and shaky voice.
Jungkook let's out a dark and low scoff, a slight smirk appearing on the corner of his mouth as he leans his head back against the headrest of the car seat. "Fuck, you have no idea."
He reaches his hand for the clasp of the bra on your back, fingers stilling on the fabric. He then looks at you, silently asking for permission through his gaze alone.
You give a silent nod and he doesn't waste any time—he unclasps your bra with ease. The bra falls down and your perfectly round breasts spill out, and fuck, just looking at them could make Jungkook cum.
"You're gorgeous," he compliments your bare tits softly before he leans in slowly towards your chest, giving you enough time to pull away if you wanted to. You sit still, your hand already moving to grip gently at his hair. He takes it as an open invitation, and his mouth is already wrapping around your sensitive and hard nipple.
He sucks on the bud harshly, soft slurping sounds echoing through the inside of the car. The grip you have on his hair tightens and a loud, messy moan leaves your lips at the feeling of his tongue circling your nipple.
"I want you." His voice gets muffled due to the fact that he's literally stuffing his entire mouth with your nipple, "I want you so fucking much it hurts."
"Jungkook," you moan his name softly and arch your chest upwards—silently begging for more. "Need you, please."
He removes his mouth from your nipple—leaving it swollen and red— before moving his mouth down to the tattoo of his name. He licks the ink carved into your skin slowly, before he sucks on the spot.
A whimper leaves you and your head gets thrown back as your breaths grew shallow.
Once satisfied with the hickeys he left around and on the tattoo of his name, he lifts his head to look at you. "Lift yourself up, pretty girl."
At his command you lift your hips with ease, you're too impatient to wait another minute longer, after all.
He uses his fingers to push your pantie to the side, your arousal sticking slightly to the fabric. "You're soaked, are you that desperate for my cock?"
"Mhm," you agree in a moan with your hands now gripping his bicep.
He stretches you one last time with his index and middle finger—making sure you're ready for him—before he aligns his tip with your entrance.
He's not even inside of you yet and he's already shivering. The head of his cock rubs against your entrance, trying to cover himself in your arousal.
"Put it in," you whimper softly, your patience growing thin with each second passing by. You start to move your hips back and forth, hoping to atleast get some type of friction from it.
He gently places both his hand on your hips and lowers it slowly.
You feel him entering you—and fuck, it's even better than you imagined. It's slow, but you feel the stretch in your pussy as his thick length stretches you open deliciously.
Once he's entirely inside of you, you don't move. In your defense, you haven't had sex in a while so you had to get used to everything again—not because he's huge. Nope. Not that all.
Jungkook shivers again and his head falls back with a grunt. He feels every inch of you the more you sink down onto him, and once his cock is fully inside of your dripping cunt, he lets out another moan. "You feel incredible. So tight, baby."
He's a vocal man, and you've always wondered what it feels like having sex with someone who's as vocal as you. Judging by Jungkook, you can confirm it's worth waiting for—each sound he lets out causes you to clench around his cock.
He lets out another sound once you clench around him, gripping his cock so tight it feels like it's barely able to twitch inside of you.
"You're.. really big," you manage to breathe out. You adjust yourself a bit ontop of him, trying to get used to his large length that's nestled deep inside of you. At the thought of him actually being inside of you, you clench once again.
Jungkook lets out a breathless chuckle at your words but it fades into a slight groan once you decide to grip his cock with your pussy again. "What? Can't take it? And here I thought you'd be a brave girl who'll be able to take big things."
A scoff slips past your lips at his words. "I can take it, you're just fucking big."
"Then move. Fuck—you're killing me."
Slowly ( in order not to hurt yourself), you lift yourself up and you can feel his cock slowly slipping out of your now stretched hole until just the tip remains inside of you.
His one hand grips your hip bruisingly tight—you're pretty there'll be visible marks the next day—and his other hand moves to the tattoo. Gently, he traces his thumb over the ink as if it's fragile, as if it'll disappear any moment now.
"You still doing okay?" He asks before you lower yourself.
"Yeah," you choke out in a moan as you lower yourself, sinking your pussy down onto his hard cock. It enters you again, and your breathing only picks up.
The cycle repeats, the car moves slightly as the pace of your body ontop of him picks up and the tinted windows slightly starts to fog up.
With each time his cock slips back inside of you, you could swear you saw stars. You don't remember sex being this good, like, at all.
"Ugh, fuck, baby. Faster," he urges you to pick up the pace as he feels his climax getting closer and closer. Even though his touch grew sloppier with each time his cock enters your tight cunt, he still guides your movements with his hand on your hip.
"Cum for me baby," he pants out in a heavy breath. "I'm gonna cum so hard for you, fuck."
You can feel your own climax building up and it only causes your walls to squeeze his cock even more.
"I'm close, kook."
One, two, three thrusts and your orgasm crashes over you like a wave. Your entire body shivers at the pleasure coursing through your body and the grip on his bicep loosens.
Jungkook's not far behind, after he notices that you've reached your own orgasm and that you were satisfied, he gently lifts your body to remove his cock from your worn out pussy before he could finish inside of you.
You whimper at the empty feeling, you're pretty sure your entrance memorized the outline of his cock by now.
Jungkook jerks himself off, letting out a few soft grunts and moans before thick ropes of cum spills out of his cock. A loud, filthy moan rips from his throat and he throws his head back in ecstasy.
The liquid drips down the base of his cock all the way down his fingers and hands, coating his skin in cum. You watch intensely, taking in every twitch of his body and the way his lips parted in order for the sounds to carelessly come out.
Everything about him drives you crazy.
"You're beautiful."
Once the pleasure wore off, he lifts his head to look at you through hooded eyes and heated cheeks.
He wasn't the only worn out one—your hair's all messy, your lips swollen due to the kissing, there's a bruise on your nipple and a few marks around the tattoo of his name he gave you.
The way the compliment escapes his mouth so easily causes your heart to skip a beat, and you're a hundred-percent sure it had nothing to do with the fact that he just raw-dogged you in his fucking car.
"No way, I probably look like a mess," you chuckle.
Immediately, everything shifts.
Humming, he dips his finger in the cum that's coated around his cock and smears the liquid onto the tattoo.
"Now you're gorgeous."
A soft, tired smile flashes across your lips and you couldn't resist the urge to lean in and peck his lips. "Maybe having your name on me is not that bad, after all."
Change of plans;
You don't get the tattoo removed.
You claim Jungkook as your own (yes, you're down bad.)
You fuck every single day because there's no way you'll be able to go a day without his dick after this—respectfully, ofcourse.
He grins, the same smug grin he always gives you, and his thumb rubs soothing circles on your bare hip. "Hmm, you think so?"
"Mm-hm."
"What the absolute fucking fuck."
Your head snaps towards the direction of the passenger window—and your entire body runs cold.
Outside of the OPEN window, Jimin stood with his mouth hanging wide open and his eyes glued to the scene infront of him. Next to him, is Yoongi. This is the very first time you see Yoongi go into shock.
Not to mention the fact that you're bare tits are out. Great.
"What the fuck?!" You yell out and grab whatever you could find nearby—which so happened to be a marvel magazine—and use it to cover your tits with.
Jungkook stares at them, cock still out and his hand still on your hip.
Fun tag game idea: say something that most of your followers wouldn’t actually know
I’ll start first: I am actually married. Irl. I have a husband. I know it’s surprising considering the Tumblr spouses, but my husband thinks it’s funny.
hmmmm. i guess something that my followers wouldn’t know about me is that i was in school for medical billing and coding, and am actually taking my exam tomorrow (ahhh wish me luck!) to be certified <3
Thanks for tagging me @binniebb I hope your exam goes well!
I think one of the many things my followers wouldn’t know about me is that I have a bf, and he knows what I write on here 🤭 (don’t worry not full context but just enough)
I’m tagging: @woncheolisms @cherryberrycheol @ahgasegotarmy116 @catiekayy @tiredextras @slut4kwon @arwen-u and whoever else who would like to join! 💖✨
Something my followers don't know about me? Hmmm I feel like I haven't really talked about myself very much but one of my hobbies that I pick up during the winter time is crocheting. Very grandma core, but I'm also an introvert so it works for me 🤣
I’m so open on here that it’s actually hard to think of something you guys don’t already know about me 😭 but I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned that I was in my school band for years, we even got to perform in different places and everything. I used to play the keyboard (always following Min Yoongi’s footsteps ☝️), and I also tried to learn violin, but then the pandemic happened and my classes got cancelled.
I'm tagging @yoonmetogether @imamasterbbywithurbra and @6thsens3 🩷
i dont really know what to mention here.. im very private about my personal life lmaoajsus. i have a tattoo dedicated to bts (the song butterfly 🔥), i sing, i can play a bit of piano aannnddd i have a nose piercing. idk if that counts 😭
synopsis: after your best friend of 19 years decided to leave you behind to study abroad, you were left completely devastated. no messages, no calls and no letters. six years later he returns unknowingly - the love you once had for him returning at an instant. but your hopes got shattered when you saw an engagement ring on his finger.
pairings: childhoodbsf!jk x fem reader
genre: fluff, angst, eventual smut, slowburn, second chances (?)
warning: idk explicit language LOL
chapter wc: 4.1K+
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a/n: hi.. hello.. i hope u all are doing well! <3 ive been extremely busy w work and studying so lmk if theres any mistakes i accidentally left out
Awkward tension.
No other word in the dictionary could describe the air between you and Taehyung right now. Despite the steady stream of people walking past your table, it feels suffocatingly quiet.
You avoid eye contact with him completely, eyes fixed on the untouched food in front of you.
Okay, you know you’ve (kind of) made a promise to never contact Taehyung again. Especially after finding out what he’s been doing behind your back—from Nayeon, of all people. But seriously, how does one ignore 20+ phone calls and over 15 messages in the span of two days?
Yet here you are. Sitting in a small, quiet restaurant a few blocks from your place. A full glass of wine in front of you. Food you have no intention of touching.
“So…” Taehyung starts hesitantly, testing the waters—actually trying to start a conversation. Since the moment you walked in, you haven’t said a word. Well. Except for “hi,” of course.
You remain silent. You’re not the one who should be making excuses, after all.
Taehyung lets out a soft sigh before taking a long sip of his wine.
“I just want you to tell me why you’ve been ignoring my texts and calls.”
You clear your throat, finally forcing yourself to look at him.
“I’ve been… busy.”
“Busy?”
“Yeah.”
God. You’re a terrible liar.
“Oh. Okay. Because Nayeon told me you finished two boxes of pizza and rewatched Titanic. In one night.”
Of course.
Of course Nayeon had to tell him that.
A soft scoff slips past your lips as you lift your wine glass.
“Sue a girl for trying to make time for herself,” you mutter.
"Y/N."
Taehyung's voice is serious, sharp. It leaves absolutely no room for excuses—it's clear that he's expecting full and honest answers from you. Seeing Taehyung like this is.. new, that's for sure.
You roll your eyes and cross your arms before leaning back in the chair you're sitting on. "I don't know, ask the girls you've been fucking."
At that, Taehyung's face went pale. As if you just unraveled his deepest darkest secret. In this case, you basically did—and you're over the top furious at him for keeping it from you. For leading you on even though you've been desperate for some sort of exit in the remaining feelings you still had for Jungkook.
"Nayeon.. told you?"
Unbelievable.
"Yes. As a matter of fact, she did."
From the chair across from you, Taehyung lets out what sounds like a groan before he pushes his hair back in defeat. "Jesus, she never listens," he mutters underneath his breath.
A scoff couldn't help but leave you—you're beyond pissed. "So what, you were planning on keeping this a secret from me? Knowing that-" You stop yourself mid-sentence. Is it worth fighting for?
"Knowing that?" He asks with a confused look on his face.
"Knowing that I actually thought this-" you gesture your hand between the two of you, "-could've worked out."
Guilt is written all over his face and honestly? You don't feel bad, not even in the slightest. After everything you've put yourself through, everything you've lost over the years, you know well enough now that feeling bad for someone else's mistakes is just you torturing yourself.
After a beat of silence, Taehyung stops chewing on his bottom lip. "This can still work. Just give me a chance, Y/N."
Chances. That's something you've completely grown out of. In your honest and humble opinion, chances equals excuses.
"I'm done giving chances to people who I know will never change for the better."
"Y/N-"
Shaking your head, you cut off his sentence by pushing the chair back in order for you to get up from the table. "No. I really don't want to hear it, Taehyung."
You get up, grab your handbag from the table and fix the skirt you're wearing. "Thanks for buying me dinner, but I don't.. want us to see each other like this again."
Without waiting—because you know if you see the look on his face you'll instantly feel bad—you turn around and walk straight towards the exit of the restaurant.
The night air hits your face the moment you walk out of the big glass doors, and it sends a cold chill down your entire body. Goosebumps unmistakably form on your skin and you softly curse yourself for not bringing a coat with. Perhaps you should've checked the weather before deciding to part ways with your apartment.
The sound of your high-heel boots walking against the pavement mixes with the sound of the wind blowing—yet the distraction doesn't stop yourself from overthinking everything.
Losing Taehyung hurts more than it should. Frankly, you haven't known him long enough to be heartbroken over it—but maybe it's about the fact that it reminds you of something. Or someone.
In the end everyone leaves, something you've realized and summed up well enough for yourself. It's hard to accept, hard to take in, but eventually it soaks into you.
Your arms fold around your own body, as if you're comforting and protecting yourself from the cold—it really doesn't help much, but it's all you can do at the moment.
At the top of your head you feel rain drops falling softly. The water wetting your hair slightly causes you to stop walking and look up at the sky.
After a few seconds of just staring at the sky, the rain starts to grow more intense. At this point you don't really do anything; you don't move, you don't seek shelter or even think. You stand there, allowing the heavy rain to soak your clothes and cover your face with droplets. It's most likely smudging your non-waterproof mascara, but you couldn't care less. You couldn't care less about anything right now—feelings didn't exist, thoughts vanished and all the background noise faded. All you could hear was the sound of the rain, and all you could feel was your body getting drenched in clean water that's falling from above.
This must be a sign. The rain is washing everything away; heartbreak, misery, pain, perhaps even the little amount of joy you've felt over the years. And unknowingly you catch yourself smiling slightly at that thought.
Fresh. You're starting fresh.
A car pulls up beside you, the tires screeching just slightly on the soaking pavement as it hits the brakes. As fast as the euphoria came it goes again and you curiously look over at the mysterious person who just interrupted whatever moment you were having with yourself on the quiet sidewalk.
The tinted window rolls down only to reveal Jungkook sitting in the driver's seat, tattooed hand on the steering wheel with the other on the gear.
"Y/N, get in."
For a minute, you stand there completely dumbfounded with rain pouring down your body.
"Excuse me?"
"Get in."
All the promises you've made to yourself about allowing Jeon Jungkook's presence to affect the little happiness you have left vanished entirely from your body the moment you heard his firm response. As if you're some type of animal. As if he's still in control of you.
"I don't really need a ride, but thanks anyway."
You don't wait, you turn away from his car and continue the path towards your apartment, trying your best to ignore the way your body's shivering.
Jungkook's known for not taking no as an answer—his car follows the pace of your steps next to the sidewalk. "Please stop being stubborn for once and get in, Y/N."
"I'm not being stubborn. I politely told you I don't need a ride." You don't spare a single glance his way.
"Do you want me to politely ask to get in the car?"
Figuring that you've engaged enough with him for today, you choose to ignore his obvious presence beside you as you march your way through the rain.
Jungkook notices your stubborn antics after a few seconds which causes him to sigh. "Come on, Y/N. You'll get sick."
God, he's so frustratingly annoying.
You scoff and stop walking. "Stop talking to me as if we're close." The rain continues to pour down heavily, but your voice manages to echo through it all. "We're not close. We're not.. We're nothing. Me and you are nothing. It's been that way since the minute you decided to leave it all behind. And.." You trail off, trying to gather your thoughts properly, "And now you're here after several years of no contact, talking to me as if we're something again. Jungkook, I really don't-"
"I get that." He cuts you off before you can even think of your next words to form the sentence properly. "I get it. You've made it clear since day one. But please, just get in the car."
Looking at it—or well, looking at him sitting in the driver's seat of his car with that oddly familiar look on his face.. it made something in you switch. You hate the way his eyes looking at you still has that same effect over you , and you hate the way you're already making your way to enter the passenger seat.
The inside of his car resembles Jungkook in a strange, familiar way. It's warm but it still makes you shiver somehow, it carries the cologne he wears all the same—the same cologne you've picked out for him long ago. The thought makes you nauseous and you're already asking yourself why you gave in so easily. The option of getting out is long gone the moment Jungkook starts to drive.
You don't speak. You're scared if you try to get words out of your mouth the few bites of food you've had earlier will come out with it.
"You're soaked," he states the obvious as he glances briefly your way before focusing back on the road. While keeping his attention on the road, he reaches for a blanket in the backseat.
The blanket silently falls on your lap. Without able to resist, you seek warmth by wrapping the warm fabric around your freezing body. "Thanks," you mumble softly.
In order to to try and fill the odd silence in the air, Jungkook turns on the car radio. The melody plays softly and honestly it does little to calm your nerves. You're hyper aware of everything around you right now—the nervous and unsteady pace of your breaths, Jungkook's eyes glancing your way now and then, the rhythm of the music and the rain dripping down the closed car windows.
Yet, with all the different thoughts crossing your mind, one stood out the most.
"Where's Anastasia?"
Jungkook's hand on the steering wheel tightened it's grip, his jaw flexing just slightly underneath the dim light of the moon. "She's at home."
"So why aren't you with her?"
"I went to get a few things at the convenience store."
You give a slight nod with your head before moving your gaze back to the window. Everything is silent— inside the car and outside on the streets.Your mind's the only thing that's loud.
It's been a while since you've had Jungkook like this. More than a while actually. The last memory you've had alone with him was.. yeah. It's not really something you like to think about.
"I'm sorry."
His voice is soft, almost fragile. The 'sorry' cracks a bit in his throat, and it causes you to look over at him in the driver's seat next to you. Your body grows frizzy with a strange feeling.
"What do you mean?" You ask in a whisper. You know what he meant—you know very well. You've just been aching inside to hear him say it out loud.
This time, he catches your eyes for a few seconds before looking back at the dark road infront of him. "I'm sorry, Y/N. For leaving. It was just as hard for me."
Just as hard for him? You can't bring yourself to believe his words. It fills you with rage.
"Bullshit," you breath out with a bitter laugh.
He scoffs dryly before his tongue rolls over the inside of his cheek. "What's bullshit?"
"If it was so hard to do then why'd you do it?" Tears perked in the corner of your eyes and you don't bother stopping it anymore. You're done keeping it all inside, it's starting to feel as if you're body's growing bitter from all the salt in your tears. "Why'd you leave, Jungkook? You left everything behind like it was nothing."
"You know why I did it."
"What do you mean?"
"Y/N-"
"Tell me!"
The car brakes suddenly, causing your body to jerk forward slightly at the movement. By now you can feel the tears wetting your cheeks.
"Get out." He doesn't look your way, not even a single glance—he keeps his gaze infront of him with his nostrils flaring in anger.
Outside, you don't hear the patter of rain hitting the roof of the car. Knowing that the rain stopped by some sort of miracle, you get out without hesitation.
The minute you slammed the door shut Jungkook drove away from the parking lot of your apartment complex.
As the car disappear down the street you couldn't help but wonder about what he could've possibly meant.
Anastasia's perfectly manicured fingers wrap around the non-alcoholic cocktail glass before bringing it up to her mouth. Even the way her lips wrap around the rim of the glass has you mesmerized.
"Lately I've been thinking about Jungkook alot," her soft voice lets out a chuckle.
After taking a sip of your own cocktail, you raise a confused brow at her words. "What do you mean?"
"For example what he was like when he was younger. Sometimes I wish I knew him then.. in his youth, you know?"
You hum softly before looking down at your glass, your thumb tracing the rim of it. "He's not that different from what he used to be. I still see similarities from the Jungkook I used to know back then."
"Oh, really?" Anastasia leaned forward on the table indicating that you've completely caught her attention now. "What similarities?"
You think for a moment. Though there's not really anything to think about, you can name it on the top of your head.
"Like.. the nervous habits he has. Or the way his eyes scans his surroundings thoroughly when he's lost or even confused. The way his voice breaks slightly when he's talking about something serious, because in reality he's not used to opening up about his feelings—it makes him uncomfortable. Oh, and also the way he sometimes force out the same laugh whenever things get awkward, but you can obviously tell the difference between his real laugh and fake laugh."
Anastasia just.. stares. Did you over-share? Or perhaps it came off as weird?
"But ofcourse that's, like, the obvious things," you quickly defend yourself with an awkward chuckle before taking another sip of your cocktail.
"Yeah.." She gives off a laugh and then decides to tuck her neatly styled hair behind her ear. "I've been meaning to ask you something."
Curiosity instantly spikes within you and you look up at her from across the table.
Anastasia seems to hesitate and the expression on her face grows more serious with each second ticking by. After what feels like a few minutes, she finally gets enough courage.
"Did you and Jungkook ever…" She trail off once she noticed how weird it came off, before covering it up with a chuckle. "I don't know how to say this, but did you guys ever.. did you have feelings for each other?"
The question instantly hits you. Like a brick being thrown in your face on purpose. It's painful—it really is. Something in your expression flickers before you clear your throat and look down. At the moment you're trying your best to keep your composure.
"No. What we had back then was strictly platonic." God, you hope Anastasia doesn't notice the quiver in your voice, or the way your hands slightly shake around your glass.
Anastasia lets out a soft sigh in relief and her tense shoulders visibly relaxes at your answer. "Thank God. I mean, it just would've been weird, you know? Jungkook told me the two of you had nothing going on back then but I just wanted to make sure. I hope I'm not coming off as weird."
You give a tight smile before shaking your head. "Not at all, no."
In the dim light of the restaurant the diamond on her ring shimmers slightly, and yet again you're reminded of everything. Reminded of how Jungkook belongs to someone else—the woman sitting right infront of you.
In that moment you realize something. Feeling this way over someone else's soon to be husband is.. disgusting. How can you possibly be having sleepless nights about a man that no longer belongs to you? Guilt instantly fills you.
"Do you want a re-fill?" Her sweet voice snaps you right out of your heavy thoughts.
"Uh.." You didn't even notice your cocktail being nearly finished. Wow, you need to learn how to take a step back from alcohol when you're feeling stressed. "Yes. Please."
Anastasia gives you a smile before she decides to call the waiter over. It only takes a few seconds for the waiter to arrive.
"Can we please have a re-fill? One alcohol cocktail and one non-alcoholic."
The waiter nods politely, taking the empty glasses. He then vanishes into the staff kitchen.
"I take it that you're not a big fan of alcohol?" The question slips out before you can stop it. Yet you don't even try to cover it up, because you're genuinely curious.
Anastasia's neck turns red before shrugging her shoulders slightly. "No, it's just.. yeah. Yeah, I'm not big on all that."
Skeptical, you look at her. Instead of questioning further, you decide to atleast try and enjoy the rest of the cocktail date.
"You met up with Taehyung?"
Nayeon's sharp voice cuts right through your daydream. Despite the small coffee shop buzzing with people around you, you still managed to zone out completely.
"Yeah. Nothing really happened I just told him I don't want to see him again," you casually say as your fork absently poke at the cheesecake you ordered.
Nayeon hums in response from across the table. "I think that's way better. He doesn't deserve you."
You don't want to be here. Not that you have something against Nayeon all of a sudden, but rather because when you're around people it just reminds you of how miserable your life really is. All they do is ask about the bad things that happens, and it's just causing you to re-think every single detail about it.
"What about the date you went on?" You decide to change the subject completely. Thinking about.. well, basically everything is quite frankly driving you insane.
"The date I went on?"
"Yeah. You mentioned meeting up with a guy."
"Oh. Right. It went.. good."
Behind the nonchalant mask Nayeon's trying to put on you can tell there's something else there. Perhaps a smirk, or even lustful eyes.
"You fucked, didn't you?"
Nayeon gasped softly before she immediately checked your surroundings in order to see if anyone heard your outrageous choice of words. "Keep it down, will you?"
You let out a soft chuckle. "Sorry."
Then, after a few seconds, Nayeon looks at you with a slight smile and red cheeks. "Well, we didn't do that, but we did a few other things in his car."
After debating it, you finally take a bite of your cheesecake and the taste only tempts you to eat more of it. "Not really surprised. Was it good?"
She casually shrugged her shoulders. "More than good."
By now you're not really flustered or shocked at the type of conversations you have with your best friend. After all, it feels like you can share everything with her—she's your ride or die. You're truly thankful for having someone like her in your life.
Through the large window of the coffee shop, you see something which causes your entire heart to drop into your stomach completely.
Jungkook's walking past the building with Anastasia next to him, hand in hand. Her perfect and shiny hair slightly blows back due to the breeze passing by, and Jungkook's laughing at something she must've said.
Once again, you're reminded of how miserable you are. The feeling you get whenever you see them together is gut-wrenching. Knowing that once you used to be the reason behind his laughs and giggles. Your grip on the fork tightened unknowingly.
"Uh, Y/N?" Nayeon must've noticed how absent you were just now, because she's staring straight into your eyes and trying to somehow bring you back to reality.
Luckily it managed to drag your mind away from them.
"Huh?"
"What are you looking at?" Nayeon looks back at the direction you've been zoning out on, but fortunate for you Jungkook and Anastasia already disappeared.
"Just people."
Nayeon sighs softly before deciding to take a sip of her coffee. She really needs the caffeine right now.
Silence fills the air between you and Nayeon, who's sitting across the table and nibbling on the small piece of cake she ordered for herself. There's not really much to say anymore, and you don't think you're in the mood to speak either.
You allow your thoughts to sink back in as you take a small sip of your own coffee.
"I think it's really time to move on, Y/N."
As your coffee mug got placed back onto the table you freeze your movements—your whole body goes into a pause. It's like someone threw you with nine bricks, bruising your skin with none other than just.. the truth mixed with reality.
You know that. You know you're supposed to be moved on by now. But no matter what you do, or how you do it, Jungkook somehow always remains inside of you. Maybe you're not even meant to move on. Maybe that's why the universe cursed you with breaking the bond you were forming with Taehyung.
"I am."
Nayeon sends a raised eyebrow your way. The knowing look is written all over her face. "How exactly?"
"If you didn't know, I've been seeing Taehyung in order to move on." You roll your eyes slightly.
"No like," Nayeon suddenly sits upright in the chair and clears her throat, "Not with trying to catch feelings for someone else. Move on in other ways. I don't know how but Google is free."
"Helped a ton, thanks Nayeon."
A bright, teethy smile appeared on her face. "You're very welcome."
The phone's screen next to Nayeon's handbag flashes a notification. The moment Nayeon saw the contact name she flipped the phone upside down with a blank expression on her face.
"I have to go somewhere, it's an emergency," her hands are already starting to gather her things, "You'll be okay, right?"
You manage to hide the surprise in your expression before nodding your head in agreement. "Uh, yeah. I'll be fine."
Nayeon pulls her chair into the table as she secures the handbag strap around her shoulder. "Alright. Call me if anything happens," and with one last smile she leaves you sitting alone behind at the table.
You stare at the Nayeon's coffee mug which is still halfway full with a slight lipstick stain on the rim of it.
Now that you're alone, you couldn't help but think more deeply about Nayeon's words.
It's time to move on.
You want to. God, you really, really want to. You've spent nights laying awake in bed and wondering what went wrong, what you could've possibly done to let Jungkook slip right out of your grasp. It feels like he's a stranger now, a stranger you know everything about.
After a long debate, you grab your phone and open Google immediately.
Biting on your lower lip, you stare at the search option hesitantly. This is so pathetic.
Eventually, your fingers move swiftly over your phone's keyboard.
"How to move on from your first love."
The first link catches your attention. You click on it, and the first thing that pops up is the heading. Your face drops into a slight frown while reading it.
"Six easy steps to move on from your first love."
Okay, not pathetic at all.
Step 1: Accept that your first love shaped you.
Step 2: Stop idealizing the past.
Step 3: Reclaim places that remind you of them.
Step 4: Build a life that doesn't revolve around them.
Step 5: Redefine your relationship with them.
Step 6: Trust that the right love will find you again.
After reading the steps carefully and thorougly, you once again nibble on your bottom lip as you think about every little detail.
Perhaps this could be the beginning of a new chapter—a chapter without pain and misery and heartbreak and.. Jungkook.
Okay. Fresh. This is where you start completely fresh.
synopsis: after making one of the hardest decisions of your life—leaving your family behind to take the first steps of adulthood and study abroad—you meet none other than jeon jungkook. what started as something small quickly blossoms into something more over two years. now, you’re left with one obstacle: introducing him to your parents.
pairings: nonidol!jk x fem reader
genre: crack, romcom, smut, fluff
synopsis: after a drunken night-out for your 21st birthday, you wake up the following morning with a stranger's name inked onto your skin.
pairings: tattooartist!jk x fem reader
genre: crack, romcom?, smut
synopsis: after your best friend of 19 years decided to leave you behind to study abroad, you were left completely devastated. no messages, no calls and no letters. six years later he returns unknowingly - the love you once had for him returning at an instant. but your hopes got shattered when you saw an engagement ring on his finger.
pairings: childhoodbsf!jk x fem reader
genre: fluff, angst, eventual smut, slowburn, second chances (?)
synopsis: after your best friend of 19 years decided to leave you behind to study abroad, you were left completely devastated. no messages, no calls and no letters. six years later he returns unknowingly - the love you once had for him returning at an instant. but your hopes got shattered when you saw an engagement ring on his finger.
pairings: childhoodbsf!jk x fem reader
genre: fluff, angst, eventual smut, slowburn, second chances (?)
warning: idk explicit language LOL
chapter wc: 4.1K+
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a/n: hi.. hello.. i hope u all are doing well! <3 ive been extremely busy w work and studying so lmk if theres any mistakes i accidentally left out
Awkward tension.
No other word in the dictionary could describe the air between you and Taehyung right now. Despite the steady stream of people walking past your table, it feels suffocatingly quiet.
You avoid eye contact with him completely, eyes fixed on the untouched food in front of you.
Okay, you know you’ve (kind of) made a promise to never contact Taehyung again. Especially after finding out what he’s been doing behind your back—from Nayeon, of all people. But seriously, how does one ignore 20+ phone calls and over 15 messages in the span of two days?
Yet here you are. Sitting in a small, quiet restaurant a few blocks from your place. A full glass of wine in front of you. Food you have no intention of touching.
“So…” Taehyung starts hesitantly, testing the waters—actually trying to start a conversation. Since the moment you walked in, you haven’t said a word. Well. Except for “hi,” of course.
You remain silent. You’re not the one who should be making excuses, after all.
Taehyung lets out a soft sigh before taking a long sip of his wine.
“I just want you to tell me why you’ve been ignoring my texts and calls.”
You clear your throat, finally forcing yourself to look at him.
“I’ve been… busy.”
“Busy?”
“Yeah.”
God. You’re a terrible liar.
“Oh. Okay. Because Nayeon told me you finished two boxes of pizza and rewatched Titanic. In one night.”
Of course.
Of course Nayeon had to tell him that.
A soft scoff slips past your lips as you lift your wine glass.
“Sue a girl for trying to make time for herself,” you mutter.
"Y/N."
Taehyung's voice is serious, sharp. It leaves absolutely no room for excuses—it's clear that he's expecting full and honest answers from you. Seeing Taehyung like this is.. new, that's for sure.
You roll your eyes and cross your arms before leaning back in the chair you're sitting on. "I don't know, ask the girls you've been fucking."
At that, Taehyung's face went pale. As if you just unraveled his deepest darkest secret. In this case, you basically did—and you're over the top furious at him for keeping it from you. For leading you on even though you've been desperate for some sort of exit in the remaining feelings you still had for Jungkook.
"Nayeon.. told you?"
Unbelievable.
"Yes. As a matter of fact, she did."
From the chair across from you, Taehyung lets out what sounds like a groan before he pushes his hair back in defeat. "Jesus, she never listens," he mutters underneath his breath.
A scoff couldn't help but leave you—you're beyond pissed. "So what, you were planning on keeping this a secret from me? Knowing that-" You stop yourself mid-sentence. Is it worth fighting for?
"Knowing that?" He asks with a confused look on his face.
"Knowing that I actually thought this-" you gesture your hand between the two of you, "-could've worked out."
Guilt is written all over his face and honestly? You don't feel bad, not even in the slightest. After everything you've put yourself through, everything you've lost over the years, you know well enough now that feeling bad for someone else's mistakes is just you torturing yourself.
After a beat of silence, Taehyung stops chewing on his bottom lip. "This can still work. Just give me a chance, Y/N."
Chances. That's something you've completely grown out of. In your honest and humble opinion, chances equals excuses.
"I'm done giving chances to people who I know will never change for the better."
"Y/N-"
Shaking your head, you cut off his sentence by pushing the chair back in order for you to get up from the table. "No. I really don't want to hear it, Taehyung."
You get up, grab your handbag from the table and fix the skirt you're wearing. "Thanks for buying me dinner, but I don't.. want us to see each other like this again."
Without waiting—because you know if you see the look on his face you'll instantly feel bad—you turn around and walk straight towards the exit of the restaurant.
The night air hits your face the moment you walk out of the big glass doors, and it sends a cold chill down your entire body. Goosebumps unmistakably form on your skin and you softly curse yourself for not bringing a coat with. Perhaps you should've checked the weather before deciding to part ways with your apartment.
The sound of your high-heel boots walking against the pavement mixes with the sound of the wind blowing—yet the distraction doesn't stop yourself from overthinking everything.
Losing Taehyung hurts more than it should. Frankly, you haven't known him long enough to be heartbroken over it—but maybe it's about the fact that it reminds you of something. Or someone.
In the end everyone leaves, something you've realized and summed up well enough for yourself. It's hard to accept, hard to take in, but eventually it soaks into you.
Your arms fold around your own body, as if you're comforting and protecting yourself from the cold—it really doesn't help much, but it's all you can do at the moment.
At the top of your head you feel rain drops falling softly. The water wetting your hair slightly causes you to stop walking and look up at the sky.
After a few seconds of just staring at the sky, the rain starts to grow more intense. At this point you don't really do anything; you don't move, you don't seek shelter or even think. You stand there, allowing the heavy rain to soak your clothes and cover your face with droplets. It's most likely smudging your non-waterproof mascara, but you couldn't care less. You couldn't care less about anything right now—feelings didn't exist, thoughts vanished and all the background noise faded. All you could hear was the sound of the rain, and all you could feel was your body getting drenched in clean water that's falling from above.
This must be a sign. The rain is washing everything away; heartbreak, misery, pain, perhaps even the little amount of joy you've felt over the years. And unknowingly you catch yourself smiling slightly at that thought.
Fresh. You're starting fresh.
A car pulls up beside you, the tires screeching just slightly on the soaking pavement as it hits the brakes. As fast as the euphoria came it goes again and you curiously look over at the mysterious person who just interrupted whatever moment you were having with yourself on the quiet sidewalk.
The tinted window rolls down only to reveal Jungkook sitting in the driver's seat, tattooed hand on the steering wheel with the other on the gear.
"Y/N, get in."
For a minute, you stand there completely dumbfounded with rain pouring down your body.
"Excuse me?"
"Get in."
All the promises you've made to yourself about allowing Jeon Jungkook's presence to affect the little happiness you have left vanished entirely from your body the moment you heard his firm response. As if you're some type of animal. As if he's still in control of you.
"I don't really need a ride, but thanks anyway."
You don't wait, you turn away from his car and continue the path towards your apartment, trying your best to ignore the way your body's shivering.
Jungkook's known for not taking no as an answer—his car follows the pace of your steps next to the sidewalk. "Please stop being stubborn for once and get in, Y/N."
"I'm not being stubborn. I politely told you I don't need a ride." You don't spare a single glance his way.
"Do you want me to politely ask to get in the car?"
Figuring that you've engaged enough with him for today, you choose to ignore his obvious presence beside you as you march your way through the rain.
Jungkook notices your stubborn antics after a few seconds which causes him to sigh. "Come on, Y/N. You'll get sick."
God, he's so frustratingly annoying.
You scoff and stop walking. "Stop talking to me as if we're close." The rain continues to pour down heavily, but your voice manages to echo through it all. "We're not close. We're not.. We're nothing. Me and you are nothing. It's been that way since the minute you decided to leave it all behind. And.." You trail off, trying to gather your thoughts properly, "And now you're here after several years of no contact, talking to me as if we're something again. Jungkook, I really don't-"
"I get that." He cuts you off before you can even think of your next words to form the sentence properly. "I get it. You've made it clear since day one. But please, just get in the car."
Looking at it—or well, looking at him sitting in the driver's seat of his car with that oddly familiar look on his face.. it made something in you switch. You hate the way his eyes looking at you still has that same effect over you , and you hate the way you're already making your way to enter the passenger seat.
The inside of his car resembles Jungkook in a strange, familiar way. It's warm but it still makes you shiver somehow, it carries the cologne he wears all the same—the same cologne you've picked out for him long ago. The thought makes you nauseous and you're already asking yourself why you gave in so easily. The option of getting out is long gone the moment Jungkook starts to drive.
You don't speak. You're scared if you try to get words out of your mouth the few bites of food you've had earlier will come out with it.
"You're soaked," he states the obvious as he glances briefly your way before focusing back on the road. While keeping his attention on the road, he reaches for a blanket in the backseat.
The blanket silently falls on your lap. Without able to resist, you seek warmth by wrapping the warm fabric around your freezing body. "Thanks," you mumble softly.
In order to to try and fill the odd silence in the air, Jungkook turns on the car radio. The melody plays softly and honestly it does little to calm your nerves. You're hyper aware of everything around you right now—the nervous and unsteady pace of your breaths, Jungkook's eyes glancing your way now and then, the rhythm of the music and the rain dripping down the closed car windows.
Yet, with all the different thoughts crossing your mind, one stood out the most.
"Where's Anastasia?"
Jungkook's hand on the steering wheel tightened it's grip, his jaw flexing just slightly underneath the dim light of the moon. "She's at home."
"So why aren't you with her?"
"I went to get a few things at the convenience store."
You give a slight nod with your head before moving your gaze back to the window. Everything is silent— inside the car and outside on the streets.Your mind's the only thing that's loud.
It's been a while since you've had Jungkook like this. More than a while actually. The last memory you've had alone with him was.. yeah. It's not really something you like to think about.
"I'm sorry."
His voice is soft, almost fragile. The 'sorry' cracks a bit in his throat, and it causes you to look over at him in the driver's seat next to you. Your body grows frizzy with a strange feeling.
"What do you mean?" You ask in a whisper. You know what he meant—you know very well. You've just been aching inside to hear him say it out loud.
This time, he catches your eyes for a few seconds before looking back at the dark road infront of him. "I'm sorry, Y/N. For leaving. It was just as hard for me."
Just as hard for him? You can't bring yourself to believe his words. It fills you with rage.
"Bullshit," you breath out with a bitter laugh.
He scoffs dryly before his tongue rolls over the inside of his cheek. "What's bullshit?"
"If it was so hard to do then why'd you do it?" Tears perked in the corner of your eyes and you don't bother stopping it anymore. You're done keeping it all inside, it's starting to feel as if you're body's growing bitter from all the salt in your tears. "Why'd you leave, Jungkook? You left everything behind like it was nothing."
"You know why I did it."
"What do you mean?"
"Y/N-"
"Tell me!"
The car brakes suddenly, causing your body to jerk forward slightly at the movement. By now you can feel the tears wetting your cheeks.
"Get out." He doesn't look your way, not even a single glance—he keeps his gaze infront of him with his nostrils flaring in anger.
Outside, you don't hear the patter of rain hitting the roof of the car. Knowing that the rain stopped by some sort of miracle, you get out without hesitation.
The minute you slammed the door shut Jungkook drove away from the parking lot of your apartment complex.
As the car disappear down the street you couldn't help but wonder about what he could've possibly meant.
Anastasia's perfectly manicured fingers wrap around the non-alcoholic cocktail glass before bringing it up to her mouth. Even the way her lips wrap around the rim of the glass has you mesmerized.
"Lately I've been thinking about Jungkook alot," her soft voice lets out a chuckle.
After taking a sip of your own cocktail, you raise a confused brow at her words. "What do you mean?"
"For example what he was like when he was younger. Sometimes I wish I knew him then.. in his youth, you know?"
You hum softly before looking down at your glass, your thumb tracing the rim of it. "He's not that different from what he used to be. I still see similarities from the Jungkook I used to know back then."
"Oh, really?" Anastasia leaned forward on the table indicating that you've completely caught her attention now. "What similarities?"
You think for a moment. Though there's not really anything to think about, you can name it on the top of your head.
"Like.. the nervous habits he has. Or the way his eyes scans his surroundings thoroughly when he's lost or even confused. The way his voice breaks slightly when he's talking about something serious, because in reality he's not used to opening up about his feelings—it makes him uncomfortable. Oh, and also the way he sometimes force out the same laugh whenever things get awkward, but you can obviously tell the difference between his real laugh and fake laugh."
Anastasia just.. stares. Did you over-share? Or perhaps it came off as weird?
"But ofcourse that's, like, the obvious things," you quickly defend yourself with an awkward chuckle before taking another sip of your cocktail.
"Yeah.." She gives off a laugh and then decides to tuck her neatly styled hair behind her ear. "I've been meaning to ask you something."
Curiosity instantly spikes within you and you look up at her from across the table.
Anastasia seems to hesitate and the expression on her face grows more serious with each second ticking by. After what feels like a few minutes, she finally gets enough courage.
"Did you and Jungkook ever…" She trail off once she noticed how weird it came off, before covering it up with a chuckle. "I don't know how to say this, but did you guys ever.. did you have feelings for each other?"
The question instantly hits you. Like a brick being thrown in your face on purpose. It's painful—it really is. Something in your expression flickers before you clear your throat and look down. At the moment you're trying your best to keep your composure.
"No. What we had back then was strictly platonic." God, you hope Anastasia doesn't notice the quiver in your voice, or the way your hands slightly shake around your glass.
Anastasia lets out a soft sigh in relief and her tense shoulders visibly relaxes at your answer. "Thank God. I mean, it just would've been weird, you know? Jungkook told me the two of you had nothing going on back then but I just wanted to make sure. I hope I'm not coming off as weird."
You give a tight smile before shaking your head. "Not at all, no."
In the dim light of the restaurant the diamond on her ring shimmers slightly, and yet again you're reminded of everything. Reminded of how Jungkook belongs to someone else—the woman sitting right infront of you.
In that moment you realize something. Feeling this way over someone else's soon to be husband is.. disgusting. How can you possibly be having sleepless nights about a man that no longer belongs to you? Guilt instantly fills you.
"Do you want a re-fill?" Her sweet voice snaps you right out of your heavy thoughts.
"Uh.." You didn't even notice your cocktail being nearly finished. Wow, you need to learn how to take a step back from alcohol when you're feeling stressed. "Yes. Please."
Anastasia gives you a smile before she decides to call the waiter over. It only takes a few seconds for the waiter to arrive.
"Can we please have a re-fill? One alcohol cocktail and one non-alcoholic."
The waiter nods politely, taking the empty glasses. He then vanishes into the staff kitchen.
"I take it that you're not a big fan of alcohol?" The question slips out before you can stop it. Yet you don't even try to cover it up, because you're genuinely curious.
Anastasia's neck turns red before shrugging her shoulders slightly. "No, it's just.. yeah. Yeah, I'm not big on all that."
Skeptical, you look at her. Instead of questioning further, you decide to atleast try and enjoy the rest of the cocktail date.
"You met up with Taehyung?"
Nayeon's sharp voice cuts right through your daydream. Despite the small coffee shop buzzing with people around you, you still managed to zone out completely.
"Yeah. Nothing really happened I just told him I don't want to see him again," you casually say as your fork absently poke at the cheesecake you ordered.
Nayeon hums in response from across the table. "I think that's way better. He doesn't deserve you."
You don't want to be here. Not that you have something against Nayeon all of a sudden, but rather because when you're around people it just reminds you of how miserable your life really is. All they do is ask about the bad things that happens, and it's just causing you to re-think every single detail about it.
"What about the date you went on?" You decide to change the subject completely. Thinking about.. well, basically everything is quite frankly driving you insane.
"The date I went on?"
"Yeah. You mentioned meeting up with a guy."
"Oh. Right. It went.. good."
Behind the nonchalant mask Nayeon's trying to put on you can tell there's something else there. Perhaps a smirk, or even lustful eyes.
"You fucked, didn't you?"
Nayeon gasped softly before she immediately checked your surroundings in order to see if anyone heard your outrageous choice of words. "Keep it down, will you?"
You let out a soft chuckle. "Sorry."
Then, after a few seconds, Nayeon looks at you with a slight smile and red cheeks. "Well, we didn't do that, but we did a few other things in his car."
After debating it, you finally take a bite of your cheesecake and the taste only tempts you to eat more of it. "Not really surprised. Was it good?"
She casually shrugged her shoulders. "More than good."
By now you're not really flustered or shocked at the type of conversations you have with your best friend. After all, it feels like you can share everything with her—she's your ride or die. You're truly thankful for having someone like her in your life.
Through the large window of the coffee shop, you see something which causes your entire heart to drop into your stomach completely.
Jungkook's walking past the building with Anastasia next to him, hand in hand. Her perfect and shiny hair slightly blows back due to the breeze passing by, and Jungkook's laughing at something she must've said.
Once again, you're reminded of how miserable you are. The feeling you get whenever you see them together is gut-wrenching. Knowing that once you used to be the reason behind his laughs and giggles. Your grip on the fork tightened unknowingly.
"Uh, Y/N?" Nayeon must've noticed how absent you were just now, because she's staring straight into your eyes and trying to somehow bring you back to reality.
Luckily it managed to drag your mind away from them.
"Huh?"
"What are you looking at?" Nayeon looks back at the direction you've been zoning out on, but fortunate for you Jungkook and Anastasia already disappeared.
"Just people."
Nayeon sighs softly before deciding to take a sip of her coffee. She really needs the caffeine right now.
Silence fills the air between you and Nayeon, who's sitting across the table and nibbling on the small piece of cake she ordered for herself. There's not really much to say anymore, and you don't think you're in the mood to speak either.
You allow your thoughts to sink back in as you take a small sip of your own coffee.
"I think it's really time to move on, Y/N."
As your coffee mug got placed back onto the table you freeze your movements—your whole body goes into a pause. It's like someone threw you with nine bricks, bruising your skin with none other than just.. the truth mixed with reality.
You know that. You know you're supposed to be moved on by now. But no matter what you do, or how you do it, Jungkook somehow always remains inside of you. Maybe you're not even meant to move on. Maybe that's why the universe cursed you with breaking the bond you were forming with Taehyung.
"I am."
Nayeon sends a raised eyebrow your way. The knowing look is written all over her face. "How exactly?"
"If you didn't know, I've been seeing Taehyung in order to move on." You roll your eyes slightly.
"No like," Nayeon suddenly sits upright in the chair and clears her throat, "Not with trying to catch feelings for someone else. Move on in other ways. I don't know how but Google is free."
"Helped a ton, thanks Nayeon."
A bright, teethy smile appeared on her face. "You're very welcome."
The phone's screen next to Nayeon's handbag flashes a notification. The moment Nayeon saw the contact name she flipped the phone upside down with a blank expression on her face.
"I have to go somewhere, it's an emergency," her hands are already starting to gather her things, "You'll be okay, right?"
You manage to hide the surprise in your expression before nodding your head in agreement. "Uh, yeah. I'll be fine."
Nayeon pulls her chair into the table as she secures the handbag strap around her shoulder. "Alright. Call me if anything happens," and with one last smile she leaves you sitting alone behind at the table.
You stare at the Nayeon's coffee mug which is still halfway full with a slight lipstick stain on the rim of it.
Now that you're alone, you couldn't help but think more deeply about Nayeon's words.
It's time to move on.
You want to. God, you really, really want to. You've spent nights laying awake in bed and wondering what went wrong, what you could've possibly done to let Jungkook slip right out of your grasp. It feels like he's a stranger now, a stranger you know everything about.
After a long debate, you grab your phone and open Google immediately.
Biting on your lower lip, you stare at the search option hesitantly. This is so pathetic.
Eventually, your fingers move swiftly over your phone's keyboard.
"How to move on from your first love."
The first link catches your attention. You click on it, and the first thing that pops up is the heading. Your face drops into a slight frown while reading it.
"Six easy steps to move on from your first love."
Okay, not pathetic at all.
Step 1: Accept that your first love shaped you.
Step 2: Stop idealizing the past.
Step 3: Reclaim places that remind you of them.
Step 4: Build a life that doesn't revolve around them.
Step 5: Redefine your relationship with them.
Step 6: Trust that the right love will find you again.
After reading the steps carefully and thorougly, you once again nibble on your bottom lip as you think about every little detail.
Perhaps this could be the beginning of a new chapter—a chapter without pain and misery and heartbreak and.. Jungkook.
Okay. Fresh. This is where you start completely fresh.
synopsis: after making one of the hardest decisions of your life—leaving your family behind to take the first steps of adulthood and study abroad—you meet none other than jeon jungkook. what started as something small quickly blossoms into something more over two years. now, you’re left with one obstacle: introducing him to your parents.
pairings: nonidol!jk x fem reader
genre: crack, romcom, eventual smut, and ofcourse a bit of fluff eventually
warning: explicit language, mentions of alcohol, eventual smut
teaser wc: 1.2k
a/n: well.. heh. sorry for taking so long to update, life has been preeetttyyyy hectic and chaotic, but i promise i havent forgotten abt u guys. sorry for mistakes in advance! mwah
It all started two years ago—precisely six days after you had turned 18.
After a long, mental debate you had with yourself infront of your bedroom mirror (yes, you had a whole conversation with yourself infront of your mirror that's decorated with pink stickers), you decided to take the first big step as an adult.
Leaving behind everything you've ever known to study in a whole different state.
It wasn't an easy decision to make—ofcourse it wasn't easy. Who could possibly easily pick between your mother's home-cooked meals and cheap ramen for dinner? From your judgement, literally no-one ever. But, as your wise older brother, Kim Taehyung, always said; sometimes you have to make important sacrifices to achieve good things in life.
So, freshly 18 and still sleeping with the stuffed-animal your father gave you at the age of 10, you give your family one last hug at the airport with two suitcases at hand.
The first few months of overloaded assignments you had to finish within three weeks and battling between two jobs, you solely set your future on one thing and one thing only; yourself.
It didn't include marriage, or a family, or even a cat by your side—just you. You've grown used to the thought of marriage just being a distraction, or well, just dating in general.
That was until Jeon Jungkook stepped into your life, very unexpectedly at that.
The two of you met on accident through the typical rom-com cliché—you accidentally spilled coffee all over his paperwhite shirt while he had been waiting for his order. Long story short, from then, the plans you've had for one person only turned into two.
And for the first time in a long time, you could finally let out human breaths.
In just a few weeks of knowing Jungkook you've learnt all the small details about him, details no one else really notices around him. But it wasn't just the small details that made you completely head over heels for him, it was the way he showed his love for you through actions.
For example—once you fell asleep at the desk you had in your dorm while studying for an upcoming exam—one Jungkook knew was important for your grade. With Jungkook knowing that, he stood infront of your front door holding a box of expensive (and your favorite) chocolates with a big, bright smile on his handsome face. You ended up crying in his arms that night for remembering the fact that you told him you hated receiving flowers and you much rather preferred chocolate.
Because, yes. It is that serious to you.
Two years later and he's still there. Still holding your hair back whenever you throw up, still fixing the straps of your dresses out of habit, still smothering your face with kisses whenever he gets the chance, and still telling you he loves you three times a day if not more. Jungkook has become the person you imagine crying infront of the wedding altar when he sees you walking down the aisle in white. And you knew deep down that one day it'll be reality.
That's how you find yourself sitting here, on Jungkook's living room couch with your thumb nervously tapping the side of your phone. God, you were so nervous you genuinely felt like throwing up the burger you had for lunch all over your boyfriend's new carpet.
"Baby," Jungkook walks over to you with the cup of tea he made for you in one hand. He gently places the white mug on the coffee table before taking a seat right next to you.
"I know this is a big deal for you—"
You open your mouth to cut him off, but he stops you with a peck kiss to your lips, "—and I can see how nervous this makes you. But they're your parents, Y/N. I'm pretty sure if you were to tell them you're dating Shrek they'd still love you unconditionally."
Well, technically he is right. As much as you hate to admit it, Jungkook's always right when it comes to situations like this. But still, the thought of telling your entire family over a phone-call that you've been in a VERY serious relationship for the past two years without them knowing is… horrifying, to say the least.
Sighing, you slump back in the couch. "You don't get it, though. What do I even say? 'Hey, mom, hey dad, I've been seeing someone for two years and you don't know that. Oops'? Ugh, this is driving me insane."
After not getting any sort of response from Jungkook for more than ten seconds you look over at him with a frown on your face. He's doing that thing again, the thing where he goes silent whenever he thinks about some kind of solution. And usually, it's not the solution you want to hear.
"Don't do that."
He looks at you confusedly. "Do what?"
You gesture towards him with your hand. "That. That thing you always do when you're about to say something horrific."
"I don't do that."
"You're doing it right now, Jungkook."
"How about I meet them? Like, in person."
Aaannnddd, there it is. The long awaited response. Correction—the long awaited horrific response.
"Babe," you start and suddenly sit up right on the couch, "Are you genuinely insane?"
Jungkook frowns. "Me wanting to meet my girlfriend's parents is considered insane?"
"No," you sigh softly and pinch the bridge of your nose. "Imagine showing up with my boyfriend of two years and casually telling them I've been seeing someone without them knowing. That's insane."
"Well, don't you think it's about time we tell them?" He shifts slightly on the couch to position his body in your direction before he gently takes your hand in his tattooed one. "Baby, I'm so fucking inlove with you. And I want nothing more than to take the next big step of meeting your parents and letting them know on how serious i am about you. About us."
A very familiar habit you've been doing since middle school starts to kick in and you find yourself chewing on the inside of your cheek. Perhaps he's right—dragging this situation out even more is dangerous. Especially if you're planning on spending a lifetime with him.
After he notices the nervous gesture, Jungkook gently places his free hand your cheek in order to hold eye contact with you. "Please, baby?"
God, how can you ever say no when he's looking at you with his boba-like eyes and kissable lips? Before you can properly stop yourself, you say it.
"Let's do it."
Jungkook's eyes widen instantly and his mouth turns into a huge smile. "Really? Like, for-real? Baby, don't joke about this because I'm going to order a six-pack beer right fucking now."
At his enthusiasm, you give a chuckle and you nod your head. "I'm serious."
"Holy fuck," he breathes out. Seeing Jungkook like this only reminds you of the time you said yes to being his girlfriend. It's adorable.
Without warning, Jungkook delivers a long kiss to your lips which earns a soft yelp from you.
"Fuck, okay. Let me order us some beer to celebrate."
And then it hits you; Jeon Jungkook is going to be meeting your parents for the very first time.
