A cat is a small creature in the middle of the food chain that is fully aware that you are a very large thing that could stomp its head in at any moment and yet it chooses to rest its tiny little head on your leg for a nap and spreads out on the floor near you exposing its belly and its most sensitive organs. It brings dead mice and bugs to you to share food.
Donât you get it? This tiny thing trusts you. It wants to help you too. It licks your leg thinking that itâs helping. It kneads on you to find comfort. It shares its body warmth with you in the cold and gives you your space in the heat. It hisses at other mammals it sees outside including other cats in an effort to protect its family.
Cats love you so so much. But they will keep trying to eat plastic.
omg commissions open!! how about an E2L angsty fic? maybe with jungkook, where he hates the reader at first but is drawn to her and finds her fascinating?
yessirrr, you're speaking my language đ the moment i read this, a scenario instantly built in my mind!! thank you for messaging :D
killah (jjk)
pairing: ceo!jungkook x spoiled brat!reader
genre: enemies to đ idk bec you irk him, angst, smut, like slight fluff
warnings: hinted emotional cheating, jungkook is a taken man but đ«” you kinda want him and he sorta kinda wants you too??? but he's fighting it bec he's got a girl already, bratty behaviour from reader (that's all for thjs part, yes there will be a follow-up)
You were standing a few feet away from the hostess' table, scrolling through Pinterest, barely blinking while your brother whisper-bickered with the staff about a table.
You had been waiting at this reservation-only restaurant for almost thirty minutes now. If you don't get seated in the next ten minutes, you're going to start tearing up.
Logan would glare at you every other minute.
It was your fault, you had forgotten to reserve a table. But in your defence, you need to be told things at least thrice for it to stick. Logan knew that. So really, he's just as to blame.
He's trying to put some sense of responsibility in you but you're... persistent. Resistent.
Because why must you work when you don't absolutely have to?
You roll your eyes, trying to drown Logan out and switch apps to complete your daily NYT Wordle.
Thatâs when someone spotted you.
"_____?" The figure squealed, a little too loud for the atmosphere, âI didnât know youâd be here!â
You glanced up and smiled automatically--- wide, sweet, a little rehearsed.
Who the hell is that? You can't seem to recognise her.
The girl leans in for a small hug, but you remain frozen, politely blocking her attempt to engulf you entirely.
She backs off immediately, probably embarrassed? You can't tell.
Clearing her throat, she reintroduces herself, "It's Hyewon!"
Oh! Now it clicks. And it shows on your face.
Hyewon smiles in victory. You remembered her.
"Heyy, I could not recognise you with the new hair!" You could've sworn she was a redhead the last time you saw her.
You had first interacted with her at a mutual friend's house party.
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"Yellow is the one who put you in there. Green is the innocent one that people suspect. And pink..." you pause to think, "Pink is who you did it for."
You were seated on a faux-velvet couch, barefoot and yelling about how every colour had a personality.
"Blue is the friend who bails you out of jail," you smiled deviously at each of your friends as if you were attributing the colours to them.
Everyone around you looked so engrossed.
Hyewon had never heard anyone talk like that. She had come across occasional shit-posts on Tumblr but never thought people actually had serious discussions this stuff out loud.
She didnât even like you at first. You were too loud. Too much.
But she couldnât look away.
After introducing herself to you, later that night, Hyewon requests to follow you on Instagram. You accept instantly but don't follow back.
What kind of weird power play was she being subjected to?
Then you two met coincidentally a few more times, still you hadn't followed her back.
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Tonight was the first time you came into contact with each other without any buffers around you.
She bit her lip in a shy smile, "Thanks." She seemed to have taken it as a compliment.
So you comment on her hair anyway, "I really like it, it frames your face well."
Your eyes fall on another figure behind her.
The first instinct you had was to stare. Because this was the sexiest man you'd ever seen. And you've seen a lot of those.
He
Cautiously, you look back at Hyewon, who seemed enthralled by the man too.
The man approaches you two and wraps his tattooed hand around hers.
Ah.
Whatever.
"_____, This is my boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook. Babe, this is _____ _____!"
You glance at him. âOh. Hi.â
Itâs barely a greeting. Youâre more interested in your reflection in the glass.
Jungkook nods at you before looking back at his girlfriend, whispering to her about their table.
That only riles you up.
They have a table and you still don't. You feel a slight rush of entitlement taking over you.
Hyewon nods but then paused, "Oh, uh, are you leaving, _____?"
You shake your head, "Logan's trying to get us a table."
Hyewon sees this as an opportunity to get closer to you.
Just when she was about to extend an invitation to you and your brother, said brother calls out to you.
Finally. You weren't in the mood for any more small talk.
When Logan looks over at you, and in the same breath, his gaze lands on Jeon Jungkook, "Huh. Jeon, right?"
Jungkook, who had been sizing you up quietly with polite disinterest, raises a brow, "Yeah."
Then it clicks. Jungkook nods, resemblance flickering in his eyes. "Right. Iâve seen you in the elevators."
"Hard to miss a face like mine," Logan says dryly.
You roll your eyes at that.
Hyewon laughs. "I had no idea you two knew each other."
You swing your bag to your shoulder, ready to leave, when something fluffy drops to the floor. It's your bag charm.
You don't move, just stare at it.
Hyewon, without missing a beat, crouches and retrieves it for you.
"Aw, thank you," you say casually, this time sporting a genuine smile.
But Jungkook observes something else. He notices how you don't pick up after yourself. You didnât even pretend to go for it. You just expected Hyewon to move for you.
He watched you struggle to clip it back on. You then pass it off to your brother, who successfully attaches the charm back on.
Jungkook's jaw ticks a little. As if he was holding back on telling you off.
Brat.
The hostess returns then, apologizing profusely as she attempts to guide you and your brother ahead of two other waiting couples.
No one says anything because youâre used to this kind of priority.
"I'm hungry, we're going to go in now," you announced, later adding, "See you around, Wony!"
You entangle your fingers in Hyewons, slightly swinging it as to bid goodbye, smiling cutely.
"Have fun, you guys," Hyewon says sweetly.
Logan awkwardly smiles and escorts you in.
Jungkook silently follows Hyewon to the hostess table.
Once theyâre past the threshold and walking through the foyer, Hyewon peeks up at him, finding him usually quiet. "You okay?"
He shakes his head once. âYour friendâs kind of a brat.â
Hyewon snorted, "Okay."
She didn't think much of it.
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Later that night, at Jungkook's apartment. He had just stepped out of the shower.
For some reason, he kept replaying the moment he met you over and over again. It angered him.
"Sheâs a little ridiculous," Jungkook suddenly mutters, annoyed. "Your friend."
Hyewon lifts a brow, "_____?"
"She didnât even reach for her own bag charm."
Hyewon raises a brow, "Youâre still thinking about that?" Why the fuck was he thinking about you in the shower?
"She just stood there. Expected you to do it." He continued.
"That's just how she is. I don't know, I don't think it's that big of a deal..." Hyewon treads lightly.
"It doesn't bother you to be treated like that by your friend?" Jungkook scrunched his brows.
He seemed very intrigued.
She considers for a second. It's not like you're friends. She doesn't think you're even acquaintances. "It... doesn't, I think it almost makes her a little charming. Like she's not faking anything."
Although, Jungkook does have Hyewon rethinking her perception of you in her mind.
She tries to rationalize it, "She doesn't try to be something she's not..."
Jungkook pulls a shirt over his head, "_____ doesn't try at all."
Hyewon smiles, "But that's what makes her fun. You just don't get it."
"No, I do get it," he argues, "She's rich and a spoilt brat because nobody's ever told her no. So now she treats everyone like they're made to serve her."
Hyewon patiently watches him for a second. He looked so riled up over you.
"Well, you're rich too," she weakly adds.
"I am now, but I wasn't always... It's not the same, it's... Whatever."
"You sound like you've given this a lot of thought." Hyewon frowns.
Jungkook doesn't answer right away, choosing to deflect and instead just calls for her to return to bed after her bath quickly.
Hyewon doesn't want to think too much of it. But then her phone dings.
You had requested to follow her back.
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Back at your shared penthouse with Logan, you conduct slight research of your own.
"Who is Jeon Jungkook?" You barge into your brother's room.
Logan stills for a second. "Why?"
You shrug, "It's just a question."
Logan squints, unconvinced, but answers anyway, "He's the managing partner at Jeon, Kim & Kim."
Ohhhh. Of course, he is. You've heard of him. He really does live up to his name. You'd heard he was almost unapproachable. How in the world did Hyewon end up with someone like him?
You nod slowly. Okay.
After returning to your floor, you waste no time and look up Hyewon's Instagram. To your surprise, she had already been following you.
Oops.
You click on the follow button and toss your phone away for the night.
the next installment: killah (jjk) 2
note: i was listening to killah by lady gaga hence the name, now, i know the song is super groovy and the vibes do not match but!! throw me a bone here, i think the song describes the situation fairly well. and as ush, please tell me what you think of this :) is it worth following up on or is it just predictable and whatever? thanks for reading :)
cw/genre swearing, twt humor bc twt humor, lots of bantering between friends, slowish burn ??, slice of life, romcom, probably gonna be corny hfdjjz, social media au w/ written parts, also pls ignore time stamps they're not important nor accurate lol
synopsis choi beomgyu has spent his entire senior year slacking off and causing mischief. but, due to his inattentiveness, his slacking off went too far and if he doesn't improve the grade in his literature class he'll guarantee himself a seat in summer school. yn has big dreams to be on stage and star on broadway. however, she needs to impress recruiters with one last production as the lead in order to earn herself a spot in a new york based school. when beomgyu's literature teacher makes him join their drama club for extra credit, their futures quickly become intertwined and dependent on each other.
featuring le sserafim members, hanni (newjeans), bahiyyih (kep1er), ocs, and mentions of others
taglist OPEN (send an ask to be included :))
profiles four and a half girls, the nba (benchwarmers), others
note my first social media au on tumblr !! hopefully it's an enjoyable read :')) i have so many ideas for txt aus i can't wait to share them! i'm most excited to share this beomgyu one so i hope you all enjoy âĄïž - yuri
they talked over his drink and her cup of malibu as if she was supposed to be there and totally didnât sneak in. he liked that she felt special when she went in to kiss him, and accepted it under his three shots and basically the whole bottle of bourbon. he stopped her as her eager fingers tumbled to his belt, telling her ânot like this.â they exchanged numbers and he went on like he would never hear from her again.
until he did. until she texted him asking if he wanted to go to a friendâs party to smoke. he wasnât sure why he said yes, but he did. at least there was free weed.
the party was outside of manhattan, in a house on an ordinary suburban street. it felt like he was back in high school, and it made him feel grossly out of place for his age.
tiffany forcefully kicked off her shoes, motioning for him to do the same, and led him upstairs. as they gained up the carpeted spiral, the music got louder, and he could recognize the song, red hot chili peppersâ âunder the bridgeâ.
the girl basically dragged him to a room, going on and on about how he would âlove my friendsâ. when she opened the door, both of them were met with a bedroom full of about five kids all in their late teens to their early twenties.
from the floor he could hear humming, causing him to look at the laying girl, who pushed herself onto her forearms, staring directly at him. her eyes narrowed, like she was dissecting her, but flashed to tiffany, a smirk growing across her face, âtheyâre getting older each time, tiff.â
next to him, he could feel the girl tighten up, scoffing at her friend, who was now moving close to bed, almost like she was moving towards timotheeâs spot.
âshut the fuck up, y/n, thatâs rude,â tiffany spat, sneakily snaking her hand up timothees back as if she was attempting to be alluring. turning to him, she pressed a smile, âsheâs just a bitch.â
the comment was met was a swift throw of a pillow from tiffany, caught and greeted with laughter from the group, finally breaking the painful tension of the room.
swiftly, y/n stood up, stepping over to bryan and pulled the tray from him, finishing the shitty roll job herself as she sang silently. conversation resumed on the ground silently, and tiffany pulled at timothees arm as she talked to bryan about whatever.
he watched the girl, though, as she packed the paper and licked it shut. an air of confidence bounced around her, as if she didnât really care about anyone in that room, or the entire house.
he watched y/n take a seat by his legs on the floor, as if they have been friends forever, and handed back the blunt to her. she leaned her elbow on the bed her arm brushing past his hip, an intimate moment as the song faded into âtranzâ by gorillaz.
âgod, i fucking love this song,â y/n mumbled as she took another hit.
âhey, donât hog!â tiffany jested, causing her friend to roll her eyes and reach over timothees lap in defeat. there was obviously distress between the two.
her laugh was quiet, but was sweet in tone, âyes, your mom. i used to take dance lessons with her when i was like five. you used to show up to the studio and parade around like a little prince.â the last part of her sentence wasnât in bad demeanor, but more of a kind sentiment.
lifting her head up to be suspended by her hand, pieces of y/n touched the end of his knee, and he could feel her warm breath through his legâs jean covering. âi loved ballet, but i hated the tights. one time i ripped them during class and your mom made you go get extra ones for me,â she paused to laugh, her eyes dancing around his face, enjoying the nostalgia, âyou were so pissed.â
that memory felt alien to him, as that time of his life was more of a blur, but was obviously something the girl held on to fondly. he accepted his smile, opening his mouth before he was cut off by tiffany, who pulled him into the conversation with bryan.
opening random doors slightly to find his way, he heard a sudden voice behind him, forcing him to spin around, âitâs the one next to that room, gabby doesnât know where anything is.â leaning against the kitchen island, y/n didnât look at him as she picked through a bowl of grapes on the counter. her hair cascaded over her face, and the lighting of the room allowed him to really see her.
âi assumed this was her place,â he itched at a random place on his arm, just to fill up the air until she finally looked at him, smiling.
âno, this is my place. the folks are out, so i invited my shitty friends over so i wouldnât be scared alone.â
âyou donât like them?â he knew that was a stupid question.
laughing softly, y/n tore away eye contact and laid herself over the counter as if she was exhausted. through her arms, he could hear her muffle âdo you?â
that was fair. the boy didnât know what else to do, so he just turned into the bathroom. his own reflection felt off, uncanny and elongated in the harsh bathroom light. without doing anything but staring at himself, he flushed the toilet and let the water run for a bit, just to save face from standing in a strangers bathroom for three minutes.
y/n still laid there, bent over the island, and turned her head to look at him.
âthereâs a pool in the back, do you wanna sit with me out there?â
the stars were much clearer than in the city, the air clean laced with the smell of cut grass and the soundtrack of crickets and the random bird chirp. the two of them say on the porch of the pool, the moonâs light reflecting off of the chlorinated water and onto their skin.
looking at him sideways, y/n scrunched her nose, âi donât know a lick of french, but i want to take some side classes at la femis. even if iâm technically there for âthe study of culture perseverationâ.â
âitâs not hard to pick up.â
âeasy for you to say, mr. iâm-so-perfect-and-french.â
running her hand through her hair, y/n thought for a second before returning her gaze back to him, âcan i answer with a question?â she waited for him to nod and laid her back down on the deck, staring up at the sky, âwhy are you here with my friends when youâve got cooler ones in the city?â
despite the heat of the words, a comfortable silence passed between the two, as if they both knew the answers to their questions. after a couple minutes, y/n looked up at him, eyes shining from the moonlight, âi donât understand how you put up with tiff, sheâs so fucking annoying.â
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