So I have had issues with my taglists for my fics and decided to use this side blog to tag the people on my taglists in the reblogs since the comments section and tagging them on the actual posts wasn't working 🫠
I'll still be rebloging other writer's fics (although I've definetly forgotten to do that a lot these days) it will mainly be so I can reblog and add my taglist.
If you'd like to you can follow my main blog instead of this one so you won't get the same posts over and over again popping up on your feed 😅
please read this even if you're not indian. especially if you're not indian.
you've seen the jokes. india is "dirty", indians are "everywhere", why don't they fix their own country. ok. let me tell you why, and what's happening right now while nobody's watching.
first, the history you skipped: britain ruled india for two centuries and drained it. economist utsa patnaik's research estimates around $45 trillion in today's money was taken. the india that got independence in 1947 was one of the poorest countries on earth. every "why is india like this" question starts there. you don't get to profit off a robbery and then mock the crime scene.
now, what's happening RIGHT NOW:
in may the question paper for NEET leaked. that's the national medical entrance exam. over 2.2 million students took it. cancelled. years of studying, families' savings poured into coaching, gone overnight because someone sold the paper. students died by suicide after. these were kids who wanted to be doctors.
and out of that came a protest movement. a gen z group called the cockroach janta party, started by a 30 year old named abhijeet dipke, got 22 million instagram followers within DAYS. they've been doing a sit-in at jantar mantar in delhi demanding education minister dharmendra pradhan resign.
and then there's sonam wangchuk. if you've watched 3 idiots, he's the real engineer the character was based on. built solar schools in ladakh. invented ice stupas so himalayan villages have water. spent his whole life on education. he's 59 and he's been on hunger strike for 17+ days now. reporters went to see him this week and he was too weak to talk. and the troll armies are calling him "anti national" and "foreign funded". a man starving himself for other people's children. that's the thing here, anyone who asks a question is suddenly a traitor.
it's not one incident, it's everywhere you look:
• infrastructure worth thousands of crores failing within months of the ribbon cutting. tunnels collapsing in regions where heavy rain is a guarantee, not a surprise.
• youth unemployment near 10% for ages 15 to 29, 13.6% in cities. in a country of 1.42 billion where more than half the population is young.
• only about the top 3% of indians earn above 10 lakh a year. meanwhile billionaire wealth keeps ballooning and the headlines celebrate it.
• manipur burned for over two years. an ethnic conflict, tens of thousands displaced, and the prime minister barely said the word manipur while it happened.
• journalists raided. critics' houses bulldozed. activists sitting in jail for years without trial under laws like UAPA. our press freedom ranking has cratered.
• even the petrol is a fight now, ethanol blending pushed through while drivers complain about their engines and get no straight answers.
and through all of it, the PM, who came to power on religious polarisation (americans, sound familiar?), travels abroad for photo ops and has not held one single open press conference in over a decade. not one.
what i'm asking:
if you're not indian: share this. our media mostly won't cover any of it because the big outlets are owned by the same billionaires the government serves. the only reason wangchuk's fast is getting any coverage is people refusing to look away.
if you ARE indian: speak up even if you're comfortable. especially if you're comfortable. join the protests. add to this, correct me, translate it. staying quiet is a choice when nothing in this post touches your life.
india is not "dirty". india was robbed, and it's being robbed again, from the inside this time. but it's also the country where a 59 year old will starve for strangers' kids and 22 million young people will rally behind a party literally named after cockroaches, because cockroaches survive everything.
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This is gonna be my blog where I will be talking about bts. I had joined the fandom back in november 2020 and now it's december 2025. A lot has passed, a lot happened but this has been my dream since i became an army, to have a digital space of mine, completely dedicated to my fangirlism.
Now marks the starting of my journey as an online army who will be loud and about her love for the bangtan boys.
I've been coming across alot of people saying that the boys changed, things are not the same anymore, they feel like the fandom has changes, the boys are not what they used to be, the love has changed or is just not there anymore and I personally don't feel that way at all.
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This is going to get really long but if you are a fanfic writer that uses google docs, it's so important that you read this as it affects you
If you haven't been aware about the previous discussion going around regarding google docs and what's been going on for about the last year now, let me recap it really fast: their shitty ai has *allegedly* (i mean we pretty much know but just to be safe) been scraping your work for ai training purposes and also using ai to moderate the content you are writing in docs - meaning that if it finds anything it doesn't approve of, like violence or sexual content, your docs will be deleted or locked for breaking policy, even if it's not.
Since July, I’ve only noticed the moderation affecting a few users here and there, but over the last couple of days my social feeds have shown me several fanfic writers from multiple fandoms posting about how their backup fic docs or works in progress docs are being deleted without warning or any kind of notice.
The screenshot above (via this tiktok) is from a couple hours ago & sadly that writer lost pretty much their entire collection of fics, and unfortunately they are not the only person this has happened to.
The purge that is happening right now seems to be SPECIFICALLY TARGETING FANFICS and (so far) not any other docs or novels in progress. But it’s a mass deletion, not just one or two doc like before.
IF YOU USE GOOGLE DOCS TO WRITE OR GOOGLE DRIVE TO BACK UP FICS: please please pleaseeeee start downloading your work before you lose it for good.
This is not meant to cause panic, but I heavily consider it time sensitive as I would just really hate for this to happen to anyone here or anywhere else. Check to see if you are missing any wips or if your docs are locked.
If you need help figuring out how to download your work, or need ideas on where to write or store your work going forward, many of us fellow fanfic writers would be happy to share that info with you based on our writing processes. I'll share some resources below, and if you have any that i'm missing please comment them so others can look into it as well!
If this has happened to you, first of all: I'm so sorry, and secondly: please share your experience!
how/when did you notice, what did you lose, did you reach out to support, was support helpful/responsive, was your work ever recovered or did you lose everything for good?
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Love me at my lowest, I’ll love you when you’re barely holding on
↠ Pairing : Jungkook x Reader
↠ Summary : Jeon Jungkook is the epitome of a brooding grunge. Moody, distant, and always a little too sarcastic. A grumpy, tattooed college student who barely tolerates anyone… except you. Somehow, the girl who’s a whirlwind of pink hearts and strawberry lipgloss is the one who keeps dear Jungkook on his toes.
But you must admit… behind that gruff exterior, there’s a side of him only you get to see—gentle, caring, and ready to spoil you in his own way. Everyone else may see him as the tough guy with a permanent scowl, but you know better. Jungkook’s heart? It’s all yours.
↠ Genre : established relationship au, college au, grunge!bf x bimbo!gf, angst, fluff & smut
↠ Word count : 7K
↠ Warnings : swearing, explicit sexual content, riding, oral (f receiving), breast play, intense makeout, multiple orgasms, pet names, dom!guk x sub!reader, praise kink, both of them have a very filthy mouth …
↠ A/n : Hi there ; here is chapter 2! It’s been so long so I both thank you for your patience and apologise for the delay. Chapter 2 takes more of a fun ride and gives you the perfect insight to how chaotic life is for our doll and Bakugo~ There is a scene that is inspired by the voting scene from Gossip Girl. I just felt that it really worked for the two of them :) Your feedback / comments are always appreciated. Thank you for giving my story a chance & happy reading 🦢.
↠ Song : ‘Closer’ by Jungkook / ‘Good for you’ by Selena G
❧ Chapter 02 : lace & chains
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Three days before voting day
You burst into Jungkook’s apartment like a whirlwind, carrying an armful of colourful flyers that threaten to spill onto the floor. Your oversized tote bag clinks as you toss it onto his couch, the sound of perfume samples and random trinkets filling the silence.
Jungkook, seated cross-legged on the couch in his usual black hoodie and shorts, barely glances up from his phone. His dark hair falls messily over his eyes, and his lip ring catches the dim light as he scrolls through his FYP on TikTok.
“I’ve decided,” you announce dramatically, your voice ringing through his apartment. “I’m running for president.”
The statement hangs in the air like a firework that hasn’t yet exploded. Jungkook’s eyes rise slowly from his magazine, his brow arching in disbelief.
“President of what?” he deadpans, leaning back into the cushions.
“Student president!” you exclaim, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. You drop your flyers onto the coffee table with a flourish, scattering glitter and pastel-colored paper everywhere.
“Ms. Choi mentioned it today? Were you not listening?” You roll your eyes, taking off your cream bowknot coat.
Jungkook picks up one of the flyers, his tattooed fingers smudging the edge as he squints at it. The text is scrawled in a glittery font so loud it’s practically yelling: Vote for Me, Because I’m Cute! Beneath it is a selfie of you holding a puppy, your face framed by glitter stickers and cartoon hearts.
Whose puppy is that?
“These look like ads for a bake sale,” he says flatly, turning the flyer sideways like it might reveal a hidden agenda.
“They’re campaign flyers,” you correct, hands on your hips.
He gives you a pointed look, holding the flyer up. “It says, ‘Vote for me because I’m cute and I’ll listen to your problems.’”
“Exactly!” you chirp, sitting beside him and crossing your legs. “Who wouldn’t want a cute president?”
Jungkook stares at you, his expression unreadable. “So, you’re running to lead the entire cohort because you’re… cute?”
“And I’m kind,” you add, smiling sweetly.
Jungkook exhales, setting the flyer down like it’s too much for him to process. “You do realise this isn’t just a popularity contest, right? There’s actual work involved.”
“I know that,” you reply with a wave of your hand. “That’s why I have a plan. And guess what? You’re gonna be my campaign manager!”
His laugh is instant and sharp, the kind that makes your pout deepen. “Yeah, no. There’s no way I’m getting involved in this mess.”
“Why not?” you whine, tugging at the sleeve of his hoodie.
“Because,” he says, shaking his head, “this is doomed from the start. And when it crashes and burns, I don’t want my name attached to it.”
You gasp dramatically, playing with your pearl necklace like he’s insulted your very soul. “I can’t believe you! You’re supposed to support me, not tear me down!”
“I’m trying to save you from yourself,” he mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose.
But your determination is unshakable. “You’ll see, Koo. I’m going to win, and when I do, you’ll regret not being by my side from the start.”
“You genuinely serious about this?”
“I am! I already told Taehyung and Jimin, and they’re helping me with posters tomorrow!”
That makes him pause. “Taehyung and Jimin?”
“Yes.”
“They’re helping you run for student president?”
“Of course!”
“I regret making you all meet.” Jungkook gulps, rubbing his hands over his face. “This is just going to be a complete train wreck.”
“No, it’s not!” you argue, stomping your foot for emphasis. “I’m going to win, and then you’ll see. Everyone will love me as their president!”
“They already love you,” he says, exasperated.
“Exactly!” You beam, missing the sarcasm in his tone. “So you’re on board?”
He groans, now running his hand through his hair. “Fine. But only so I can stop you from embarrassing yourself too much.”
“Yay!” You jump onto the couch and throw your arms around him, planting a kiss on his cheek. “You’re the best!”
“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbles, though his lips twitch into the faintest smile. “Now come here.”
Two days before voting day
The next day, Jungkook regrets everything.
You’re standing in the middle of campus with Taehyung and Jimin, holding up your new-and-improved campaign posters.
Well, “improved” is a stretch - Jungkook still thinks they look like ads for a daycare. Or was it a bake sale?
He stands stiffly in the middle of campus, hands stuffed into his black cargo pants as you, Taehyung, and Jimin flit around him like chaotic birds.
Taehyung is holding a stack of your revamped posters, and Jimin’s busy tying pink ribbons to the railings of the quad. And you? You’re smiling as though you’re the happiest person in the universe right now.
“Vote for Y/N: She’s cute, and she loves puppies!” Jimin reads aloud, snickering. “This is gold!”
“I do love puppies,” you say proudly, twirling a strand of hair.
Jungkook groans. “This is embarrassing.”
“Don’t be so grumpy, Koo,” Taehyung teases, snapping a picture of you holding up a sign. “You’re dating the future president. Show some pride.”
“Pride,” Jungkook repeats flatly, eyeing the glitter stuck to his hand. “Right.”
You tug on his arm, your lace-trimmed beige cardigan brushing against his tattooed sleeve. “Stop sulking and hand out some flyers!”
He doesn’t move. “Why did I agree to this?”
“Because you love me,” you say with a wink.
Jungkook groans but walks over anyway, taking a stack of flyers from your hands. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
“Believe it, Daddy,” Taehyung teases, earning a glare from Jungkook.
“Shut up.”
Taehyung just laughs, holding up his phone to take more pictures of you posing with your flyers.
“Make sure you get my good side!” you call out, striking a pose.
“They’re all your good side,” Jungkook mutters under his breath, though no one hears him.
“Okay, next we need to practice my speech,” you say, clapping your hands together.
“Speech?” Jungkook repeats, already dreading it.
“Yeah, for the debate,” you explain, but not without sending a glare Jungkook’s way.
Obviously there was going to be a speech!
Jimin’s eyes light up. “Oh, now this I’ve gotta see.”
That Same Evening
Later that evening, you’re sprawled out on Jungkook’s couch, surrounded by ribbons and glitter glue as you design yet another poster.
Your lace-trimmed socks dangle off the edge of the couch, while Jungkook sits on the floor, leaning against the coffee table with his laptop. His silver chain necklace gleams under the dim light, a sharp contrast to the pastel chaos surrounding him.
Jungkook is drained.
You, on the other hand, are still buzzing with excitement as you recap your “successful” campaign efforts on the walk home.
“Everyone was so nice!” you gush. “They all said they’d vote for me!”
“Mhm,” Jungkook says, not pointing out that most of those people were just being polite. And because they wanted a homemade brownie…
“And did you see how cute that dog was? I can’t believe I got to pet it!”
“That’s what you’re focusing on?”
“Obviously. Oh, and Jimin said he’d help me edit my speech later tonight!”
Jungkook groans. “Why do I feel like this is going to end in disaster?”
“It won’t,” you insist, grabbing his arm and flashing him a confident smile. “You’ll see, Koo. I’m going to be the best president ever!”
Jungkook sighs. He really doesn’t have the heart to tell you otherwise.
“Why do you want to do this, Doll?” he asks, glancing at you over the rim of his glasses.
“Because it’s fun, Bakugo” you reply, your voice muffled by the pen cap you’re holding in your mouth. “And because I’m going to win.”
“You’re ridiculous,” he mutters, though there’s a faint smile tugging at his lips. Your confidence deserved to be applauded.
You lean over, poking his cheek with a glittery finger. “You love it.”
He catches your wrist, his grip firm but gentle, and pulls your hand away. “I do love you. This? Not so much.”
Your eyes soften at his words, the teasing grin fading into something quieter. “You really do, don’t you?”
Just a few months ago, you couldn’t have imagined Jungkook looking you in the eyes and saying “I love you” with such steady, unshakable certainty.
He sighs, setting his laptop aside to look at you properly. “Yeah, I do. Even when you’re driving me insane with this campaign nonsense.”
You grin, leaning closer until your nose almost brushes his. “Well, for what it’s worth, I think you’re the best campaign manager ever.”
“I’m not your campaign manager,” he grumbles, but his lips twitch into a smile when you kiss the corner of his mouth.
“You are! We need a team name,” you chirp, gazing off as you try and think of something. “Doll and Bakugo!”
The lace of your cardigan brushes against Jungkook’s heavy chain as you pull back, and for a moment, everything feels like it fits - your softness, his edge, the chaos you bring into his carefully ordered life.
“Lace and chains,” he mutters under his breath, shaking his head.
“What?” you ask, tilting your head, not exactly catching what Jungkook had said.
“Nothing.”
But the way he looks at you, with a mixture of exasperation and affection, says everything he can’t.
Voting Day Eve
The campus is filled with students, curiously walking around the hall examining the posters of all the class president candidates. Your station is right at the end, hard to miss due to all the pink.
You’re holding the poster in both hands, eyes wide with determination as you stand in front of Jungkook. “I can’t believe I’m actually running for president!”
Days later, the statement still hangs in the air like an uninvited guest. Jungkook stares at you, unblinking, while Taehyung and Jimin - because, of course, they’re here - exchange looks before bursting into laughter.
No one could believe this was actually happening.
“President? Of what?” Jungkook sarcastically asks, deadpan, voice full of that grunge skepticism that could level buildings.
“Of the whole class, obviously!” you announce, puffing out your chest like you’ve already won. “I’ve even got a - what’s it called - a manifesto!”
Taehyung’s practically chokes on his laughter. “You don’t even know what a manifesto is.”
You roll your eyes. “Yes Tae, I do! It’s, like, when you tell everyone what snacks you’ll bring to meetings and stuff.”
Jimin’s doubled over now, wheezing. “Snacks?!”
Jungkook’s still standing there, arms crossed, watching you like you’re an alien that just crash-landed in his life. “I still don’t get why you’re-. You can barely-” He stops himself, probably realising that anything he says will sound meaner than it’s meant to be.
“I can barely what?” You narrow your eyes at him, ready for a fight.
Jungkook sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You can barely decide what to eat for breakfast without flipping a coin.”
“That’s called strategy,” you argue, pointing at him with your infamous glittery pink gel pen. “And don’t act like you wouldn’t benefit from me being in charge. I’d be the people’s president. Free parking for everyone!”
Taehyung raises his hand like a student in class. “There’s no paid parking on campus.”
“Then I’ll invent it! And then make it free again!” you declare triumphantly.
Jungkook groans, running a hand through his messy hair. “You don’t even know what you’re saying anymore.”
But your enthusiasm is unwavering. “Just you wait! I’m going to get elected and change this school forever.”
“What’s your slogan?” Jimin asks, still snickering.
You hold up your poster proudly. On it, in hot pink marker surrounded by glitter stickers, is your face in an unevenly drawn heart. Below it, the words: ‘She’s cute, so vote for her!’
Jungkook stares at the poster for a long moment, then looks back at you. “This is a joke, right?”
“It’s not a joke! Cute presidents are more approachable,” you explain, as though it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
“And what happens if you don’t win?” Taehyung teases.
You gasp, horrified. “I have to win. I’ve already planned my victory speech.”
“Let me guess,” Jungkook says flatly. “It’s just you saying, ‘Thank you for voting for me because I’m cute.’”
You blink at him, offended. “You think I’d be that shallow?”
“Yes,” all three of them say in unison.
You ignore them, flipping your hair over your shoulder. “Whatever. When I win, you’ll all be begging me for favours.”
“I can’t wait to see how this turns out,” Taehyung mutters, already texting someone.
Jungkook grabs the glitter-covered poster from your hands, his expression a mix of exasperation and amusement. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Unbelievably presidential,” you correct, snatching it back. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a campaign to run.”
Jungkook watches as you march off, shoulders square, your sparkly pen tucked behind your ear like a weapon. He shakes his head, muttering under his breath. “I can’t believe I’m dating this lunatic.”
“Hey,” Jimin says, leaning closer. “Admit it. You’d vote for her.”
Jungkook scoffs. “I’ve never voted for anyone. A day like that is a day off for me.”
However, later that afternoon, when you’re texting him about poster designs and debate outfits, he replies:
‘You’re an idiot.’
But when he sees your reply - selfie of you holding a new poster that reads ‘Vote for me because my boyfriend’s hot!’ - he can’t help but laugh.
Okay, maybe voting wouldn’t hurt after all.
That Same Evening
You’re walking through the campus courtyard with Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin, your campaign flyers clutched in your hands. The sun has started to dip, and you’re all finally heading home after another long day of plastering your posters everywhere you could think of.
Nearby, a group of students sits in a semi-circle on the grass, casually chatting. At first, you’re too busy laughing at something Jimin said to pay attention, but their conversation drifts over, loud enough for all of you to hear.
“As cute and nice as Y/N is,” one of the students says, their tone hesitant, “I just feel like we need someone serious for student president. Someone who’ll actually get things done.”
Hearing your name, you slow your steps, glancing over curiously.
Another student chimes in, nodding. “Yeah, I mean, she’s sweet and all, but this isn’t just a popularity contest, right? We need someone with a real plan.”
Around them, a couple of others murmur their agreement.
Before you can fully process what’s being said, Jimin throws his arm around your shoulders, tugging you close with a grin. “Y/N! You know what we need to do? Get you a campaign mascot. Like a dog! Or a tiger. You’d look great standing next to a tiger. So fierce!”
You blink up at him, momentarily distracted. “A tiger? Where am I supposed to get a tiger, Jimin?”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’ve got connections,” he says, waving his hand dramatically. “Just trust me.”
While you’re occupied with Jimin’s theatrics, Taehyung leans closer to Jungkook, lowering his voice. “You heard that, right? I’ve been hearing stuff like that all day. A lot of people aren’t planning to vote for her. She’ll be crushed.”
Jungkook’s jaw tightens as he glances back at the group of students. For a moment, his expression is unreadable. Then he lets out a low breath, shrugging. “Honestly, it might be for the best.”
Taehyung looks at him sharply. “What?”
“She doesn’t realise how much work this is going to be,” Jungkook says, his tone steady, almost detached. “She’s always in her own little world. I don’t think she understands what she’s getting into.”
Taehyung frowns but doesn’t argue. He knows Jungkook too well to push when he’s in one of his gruff moods. “Maybe,” he mutters, glancing back at you.
And there you are, smiling up at Jimin as he spins some absurd story about how he once met someone who owned a pet tiger. Your laughter rings out, light and carefree, completely oblivious to the conversation happening just feet away.
Jungkook’s gaze lingers on you for a moment too long. The corners of his mouth twitch, and something flickers in his eyes - an idea taking shape.
“Actually,” he begins, tone softening ever so slightly, “wait, never mind.”
Taehyung tilts his head, studying him. “You say somet, bro?”
Jungkook doesn’t answer. He’s already turning away, hands shoved into his pockets, a hint of determination in his stride.
Voting Day
The auditorium buzzes with anticipation as the student body crowds into the seats, the chatter growing louder with every passing second. You’re seated near the front, sandwiched between Jimin and Taehyung, your knee bouncing with nervous energy. Jungkook sits at the end of the row, his arms crossed as he leans back in his seat, his usual stoic expression betraying nothing.
The student council advisor steps up to the podium, clearing her throat as the microphone squeals. The noise quiets instantly, the crowd leaning forward in anticipation.
“Thank you all for joining us,” she begins, scanning the room. “After a record-breaking number of votes this year, it’s time to announce your new student president.”
You suck in a sharp breath, clutching Jimin’s arm in a death grip. “Oh my God, oh my God,” you whisper, your voice high-pitched and shaky.
“You’ve got this,” Jimin whispers back, patting your hand reassuringly. Taehyung gives you a thumbs-up, though his grin is teasing.
Jungkook doesn’t say anything. He’s staring straight ahead, his jaw tight, his fingers drumming against his armrest.
The advisor opens an envelope, the sound of ripping paper echoing through the silent room. “And the winner, with a significant margin, is…” She pauses, glancing at the paper before smiling broadly. “Y/L/N Y/N!”
For a moment, the words don’t register. The room erupts into applause, some laughter, and you sit frozen, your mouth slightly open as your brain scrambles to catch up.
“Wait… what?” you squeak, turning to Jimin.
“You won, dummy!” Jimin yells over the cheers, shaking your shoulders excitedly.
“I… I won?” you repeat, still stunned.
Taehyung laughs, shoving you out of your seat. “Go! Get up there before they think you passed out!”
Your legs feel like jelly as you make your way to the stage, your heart pounding in your chest. The applause grows louder, and you spot a few familiar faces cheering for you from the crowd.
The cheers from the crowd fill the air, and the stage is lit with bright light. You stand confidently beaming as you clap along with everyone else, your heart racing in disbelief. Flowers are handed to you by random students, and your smile could light up the entire quad.
This is it - the moment you’ve worked so hard for - even though you didn’t expect it to actually happen. But now, standing on the stage in front of all your classmates, your heart is a mix of excitement and pure shock. You don’t know how it happened, but here you are. You’ve won.
The advisor hands you the microphone, her smile encouraging. You glance out at the sea of faces, your eyes wide and slightly panicked.
“Erm… hi?” you say nervously, your voice echoing through the room.
The crowd laughs, and you relax slightly, your trademark grin breaking through. “I honestly don’t know what to say. I didn’t think I’d win - like, at all. But, um, thank you? Thank you so much for believing in me. I promise to make this the most fun year ever!”
More cheers erupt, and you can’t help but laugh, the sound bright and genuine. You feel like you’re on top of the world.
From his seat, Jungkook watches you, his expression softening as you beam at the crowd. Taehyung leans closer to him, nudging him with his elbow.
“You didn’t think she’d pull it off, huh?”
Jungkook smirks faintly, his gaze never leaving you. “Guess I underestimated her.”
Taehyung raises an eyebrow, but before he can respond, Jimin pipes up from Jungkook’s other side. “You’re proud of her, aren’t you?”
Jungkook rolls his eyes, but the hint of a smile remains. “Shut up.”
On stage, you clutch the microphone tightly, your confidence growing with every second. “And to everyone who didn’t think I could do this - haha! Joke’s on you!”
The crowd laughs and claps, your infectious energy impossible to resist. As you step back from the podium, your eyes scan the audience until they land on Jungkook.
He’s sitting back, his expression calm but his eyes warm, the faintest tilt of his head acknowledging you. And for a brief moment, everything else fades away.
You grin at him, your heart swelling with joy.
As you wave to the crowd and enjoy the praise, you feel like the luckiest person on earth. You’re so focused on taking it all in that you don’t even notice Jungkook leaving his seat to stand off to the side, leaning against a pillar and watching you from a distance, arms crossed.
Jimin and Taehyung join him, but are engaged in their own conversation as Jungkook busies himself with his phone.
Taehyung leans over to Jimin, grinning like the little troublemaker he is. “Dude, I don’t get it. How the hell did she win? I thought she was just being her usual bubbly self, handing out flyers and acting cute… But look at her now.”
Jimin laughs, nodding. “Yeah, man, what’s up with that? I mean, she’s sweet, and all, but… I didn’t think people would actually vote for her.”
The two of them glance over at Jungkook, who’s still standing quietly, his face unreadable. Taehyung smirks, nudging him lightly. “What do you think, Kook? How did she even win? Who’s voting for her, really?”
Jungkook raises an eyebrow, not bothering to look at them, but there’s a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He stands there, arms crossed, silently watching you, who’s now trying to juggle the flowers while still looking out at the crowd with that infectious grin of yours.
Jimin tilts his head, eyeing him suspiciously. “Come on, Jungkook. You know you have some sort of opinion. Tell us, who voted for her?”
Taehyung adds, “We can’t be the only ones. Did she really have this big of a following?”
Jungkook finally speaks, his voice calm, as he looks at Taehyung and Jimin, not making any effort to hide the slight amusement in his eyes. “Me,” he says, his gaze still fixed on you, who’s now blowing kisses to the crowd.
Jimin blinks, confused. “Well duh, but what was that going to do?”
Taehyung on the other hand scoffs, failing to believe Jungkook actually voted. “Bro, did you seriously vote? That’s a first.”
Jungkook glances at him, his lips curling into a small but knowing smile. “Yeah, about 120 times.”
There’s a moment of stunned silence, as Jimin and Taehyung exchange wide-eyed looks.
“Wait,” Taehyung starts, his tone of disbelief almost comical. “You really voted for her that many times? Dude, you’re joking.”
“No,” Jungkook responds, his voice laced with casual indifference. “Why would I fucking joke?”
Jimin can’t help but chuckle, looking over at Taehyung, who’s still in shock. “Wow, we had no idea. You’re soft for her, aren’t you?”
Jungkook shrugs nonchalantly. “She deserves it.”
The two of them fall silent for a moment, digesting what he’s just said.
Jungkook, the grungy, distant guy who typically didn’t care much for things like this, voted for you - his ditsy, but incredibly endearing girl - 120 times.
“She won because of you?” Taehyung asks, his voice almost in awe.
Jungkook finally shifts his gaze away from you and looks at the two of them. There’s still a quiet smirk on his face, but his tone is serious when he speaks again. “She’s the best choice. They need her.”
Jimin looks back at you on stage, a soft smile forming on his face. “Damn. I never thought I’d see the day.”
Jungkook’s eyes flick back to you as well, a subtle warmth in them that he doesn’t bother to hide this time. “Come on hyung, get over it.”
The two of them stand there, silently processing Jungkook’s revelation, while you continue to beam up at the crowd, completely oblivious to the conversation happening just a short distance away.
Your joy is contagious, and for the first time in a long while, Jungkook feels like he’s part of something bigger than himself. You make him feel that way, without even trying.
“Should we go congratulate her?” Taehyung asks with a grin, nudging Jimin, who looks lost in thought. “I mean, she’s our president now, right?”
Jimin laughs, shaking his head, still processing the revelation about Jungkook. “Yeah. Let’s go before she starts thanking everyone except us.”
As the two of them start to walk toward you, Jungkook stays behind, watching them for a second before his gaze drifts back to you.
When you finally make your way off the stage and into the crowd of friends and classmates congratulating you, your eyes lock with Jungkook’s. You smile at him, that soft, bright smile that always catches him off guard, and you laugh, still holding the flowers in your hands.
You’re quick to thrust your bouquets into the arms of Taehyung and Jimin, who both lean in to try and hug you, but you’re off and throwing yourself into your Bakugo’s arms.
“Jungkook, I don’t even know how I won! I don’t know what happened!” you exclaim with a cute laugh, clearly overwhelmed by everything happening around you.
Jungkook doesn’t say anything at first, just watches you, his eyes softening with something unreadable. Finally, he pulls you in, engulfing you in his bulky arms.
Home.
“It was your daily speeches doll,” he whispers quietly, almost to himself. “You’re special.”
You beam back at him, your joy too big to contain. “Thanks, Koo! I couldn’t have done it without you!”
Jungkook says nothing, but the way he looks down at you, with the faintest smile on his lips, says it all.
For once, it’s clear: he’s always believed in you, even when you didn’t know it.
Later that evening, after the excitement has settled and the crowd has dispersed, you find yourself in Jungkook’s apartment again, sprawled on the couch with your victory flowers placed haphazardly on the coffee table.
Jungkook sits beside you, shirtless and looking hot as fuck as he flips through his phone.
You nudge his side with your elbow, catching his attention. “So, Kookie…” you start, drawing out the syllables in a singsong tone.
He raises a brow but doesn’t look away from his phone. “What now?”
“I won student president,” you remind him, grinning as you scoot closer.
“Did you? I didn’t notice,” he says dryly, still scrolling.
Back to his usual self it seems…
You pout, tugging on his sleeve. “That’s a big deal, you know.”
“Sure is.”
You lean in even closer, practically draping yourself over him. “Big enough for a reward, don’t you think?”
At that, he finally looks at you, his dark eyes narrowing slightly. “A reward?”
You nod enthusiastically, your smile turning mischievous. “Yep. I worked so hard, and I think I deserve something for all my efforts.”
Jungkook smirks, his tongue running over his bottom lip in that way that always makes your stomach flip. “Oh, you think so?”
“I know so,” you declare, sitting up straighter and crossing your arms. “I handed out flyers, made speeches, posed for pictures. It was exhausting!”
You pout, knowing it will help you win your case.
He tilts his head, his gaze dropping to your lips before flicking back up to your eyes. “And what kind of reward are you looking for, Miss President?”
You pretend to think for a moment, tapping your chin with your finger. “Hmm… Something meaningful. Something memorable. Something…” You trail off, leaning closer until your face is just inches from his. “Fun.”
Jungkook’s smirk widens, and he sets his phone down, finally giving you his full attention. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?”
“Unbelievably deserving of a reward,” you correct, grinning shamelessly.
He shakes his head, his hair falling into his eyes as he leans back against the couch. “Alright, Miss President. What do you want?”
You don’t answer right away. Instead, you slide onto his lap, straddling him, your hands resting on his shoulders. His hands instinctively settle on your hips, and his brows shoot up in surprise.
“This,” you say, your voice dropping to a softer, more playful tone. “This is my reward.”
You grind down on Jungkook, moving forward to rest your nose against his cheek.
Jungkook chuckles, low and warm, his grip tightening slightly. “You’re so full of yourself.”
“Maybe,” you admit, leaning in until your lips are a breath away from his. “But you like it.”
He doesn’t deny it. Instead, Jungkook closes the distance, capturing your lips in a slow, lingering kiss that sends shivers down your spine.
When you finally pull back, a satisfied smile on your face, you whisper, “Best reward ever.”
“But I’m not satisfied,” Jungkook says in a husky tone, playing with the hem of your short, silk nightgown. “I think I deserve a reward too.”
As Jungkook’s fingers continue to trace lazy patterns on your thigh, his voice drops further, laced with that teasing, husky tone that always makes your cheeks warm.
His lips brush slightly against your ear.
You pull back and blink up at your man, your glossy lips parting slightly in confusion. “Huh? But you’re not the class president, silly. I am!”
Jungkook pauses, pulling back just enough to look at you, his dark eyes narrowing like he couldn’t believe what you’d just said. And then he laughs - deep and low, the sound rumbling from his chest and vibrating against you.
A sound you’re not quite used to, but is your saving grace.
“You’re lucky you’re cute,” he says, shaking his head, the smirk tugging at his lips betraying his exasperation.
You pout, your perfectly glossed lips sticking out just enough to tempt him further. “I’m not wrong though,” you argue, tilting your head innocently.
“Mhm.” His grip on your waist tightens slightly, his thumb brushing against your skin as he leans closer, the warmth of his breath fanning against your cheek. “Still think I deserve something… presidential, don’t you think. You know, for being the best campaign manager?”
You stare at him for a second, trying to piece together what he meant before your face lights up. “Ohhh! You mean, like, a sticker or something? I think I have some in my bag! Wait here!”
Jungkook groans softly, the sound half-amused, half-defeated, as you attempt to wriggle out of his grasp. But he wasn’t going to let you go anywhere.
“Forget the sticker, doll,” he mutters, tugging you closer and pressing his lips firmly against yours once again.
Jungkook laughs softly, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your waist. “You’re lucky you’re- never mind.”
“You’re lucky I’m your president,” you quip, earning an eye roll and another kiss that leaves you both grinning like fools.
Jungkook pulls your closer, groaning. A deep, throaty sound that sends a shiver down your spine. “Why don’t you remind me how lucky I am?”
Your fingers trail down his buff chest, teasingly slow, until they reach the waistband of his jeans. You toy with the button, glancing up at him through your lashes. “I think you already know,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “But if you need me to spell it out…”
Before you can finish, his hand shoots up, gripping your chin gently but firmly. “You’re such a tease,” he mutters, his gaze locked on yours. “Always pushing buttons, seeing how far you can go.”
A thrill runs through you at his words, your body responding instinctively as you nod, your lips parting slightly.
“Yes,” you breath, the single word laden with meaning.
That was all the encouragement he needed. In one swift motion, Jungkook flips you onto your back, pinning you beneath him as his mouth crashed into yours.
The kiss is hungry, desperate, his tongue claiming yours as his hands roamed over your body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. You moan into his mouth, arching into his touch, your hands fisting in his hair to pull him closer.
When he finally breaks the kiss, both of you are breathless, your chests rising and falling rapidly.
“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, lips trailing down your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. “Class president. Always so perfect, aren’t you?”
Your head falls back against the couch cushions, a whimper escaping your lips as his teeth grazed your collarbone.
“Only for you,” you gasp, your fingers tightening in his hair.
Jungkook chuckles darkly, his hands sliding under your skirt to grip your thighs. “Is that so?” he asks, voice laced with amusement. “Then let’s see how much of a good girl you can be for me tonight.”
With that, he shifts lower, his lips following the path of his hands as he kisses along your inner thighs.
You squirm beneath him, the anticipation building as he teases you mercilessly, his breath hot against your skin. When his tongue finally finds its target, your back arches off the couch as a cry tears from your lips.
“J-Jungkook!” you moan, your hands clutching at the cushions as waves of pleasure wash over you.
“My love, I’ve missed this” Jungkook murmurs, voice thick with lust, his breath ghosting over your slick heat. “Missed my mouth all over this filthy cunt.”
Your fingers tangle in his dark hair, nails lightly grazing his scalp as you tighten your grip, hips arching in desperate search of contact. The need is maddening, your body trembling with want.
“Please… Koo,” you whine, your voice barely more than a whimper, every syllable laced with urgency. “Please, I need you.”
He hums against your thigh, the sound sending a jolt straight through your core. His gaze flickers up to you, hungry and impossibly tender. “I need you too,” he admits softly. “Need to taste you. Need to be inside you. Need to ruin you.”
Then, with infuriating patience, he drags the tip of his tongue along your folds - a featherlight stroke that leaves you shuddering. You writhe beneath him, chasing more, the teasing making your heart pound.
Jungkook groans low in his throat, clearly affected by the sight of you already in bliss.
“Baby, please… need more,” you whine, voice high and trembling, your body begging louder than words ever could.
And that is all it takes.
“Koo’s teased you long enough, hmm, doll?” he taunts, cupping your thighs and settling in deeper. “If it’s too much, you’ll tell me.”
Jungkook licks a slow, deliberate stripe from your entrance to your clit, savouring every drop of you. His tongue lingers, his lips sealing around your cunt as he begins to truly devour you … hungry, reverent, insatiable.
He moans into you, the vibration making your toes curl. His mouth is everywhere - sucking, kissing, lapping - and when his tongue flicks over your swollen clit, you cry out his name like a prayer.
You rock your hips against his face, seeking more, always more, as he flattens his tongue against you and groans at the taste he’s been craving. His hands roam upward, brushing over your chest, thumbs circling your hardened nipples, sending sparks of sensation through your already trembling frame.
“Oh my god, Baby—please! I-I can’t—” You gasp, the first orgasm crashing into you hard and fast, your thighs clamping around his head.
But Jungkook doesn’t stop.
He already knows.
“Baby wants more?” he teases against your heat, voice muffled but devilish.
And despite the pressure, you find yourself nodding.
Jungkook is then licking you again… up and down, over and over… shameless, worshipful and like he’s starved for you.
You can barely breathe, pleasure building again far too soon, and all you can do is hold on as he pulls another climax from your trembling body, whispering your name between every lick like it’s the only word that’s ever mattered.
You whine, tears spilling from your eyes as you reach for your Koo to hold you.
“Not yet,” he says, voice rough with lust and desire. “We’re not done.”
Before you could protest, Jungkook is kissing you again, his hands roaming over your body as he guides you to sit up.
“Ride me,” he commands, his tone leaving no room for argument.
You obey without hesitation, positioning yourself over him as he unbuckles his jeans, freeing his hard length.
Slowly, you sink down onto him, moaning at the sensation of being filled so completely. All while the tears continue to spill.
You love… you adore… you could die for the way this man fucks you.
Jungkook’s hands grip your hips tightly, guiding your movements as you begin to ride him, your bodies moving together in perfect harmony.
“That’s it,” he growls, his eyes locked on yours. “Take what you want, baby. Show me how much you’ve earned this.”
You whimper, pace increasing as the heat between you builds to an unbearable level. Jungkook’s hands move to your breasts, kneading and teasing as you grind down on him, each movement sending jolts of pleasure through your body.
“Look at you,” he rasps, his voice guttural and raw. “Riding me like you own me.” His words send a thrill through you, spurring you on as you pick up the pace, grinding down onto him with increasing urgency.
“You’re- you’re mine,” you manage to utter, grip tightening on Jungkook’s shoulders as you reach down to kiss him.
Jungkook, however, seems occupied with your urgency. And being his usual determined self, he cannot let you win.
His hands grab hold of your hips again, guiding your movements as he thrust up into you harshly, meeting you stroke for stroke.
The pleasure builds rapidly, coiling tighter and tighter in your core with each thrust. You feel it building, that sweet pressure threatening to break you apart, but you hold on, determined to make your handsome man come undone first.
“Koo, I—” you whine, your voice breaking as you feel yourself teetering on the edge.
You clench around him, drawing a strangled groan from his lips as his rhythm falters.
Leaning forward, you capture his mouth in a messy, passionate kiss, your tongues battling for dominance as you ride him harder, faster, chasing that peak together.
“Come for me,” he demands, tone firm but gentle. “Fall apart on my dick.”
It was all the permission you required.
With a cry, you come undone, your body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you.
Jungkook groans, the feeling of your sticky cum decorating him consuming him.
And before he can continue his usual post-orgasm shenanigans, you cut him off with a sharp roll of your hips, driving him over the edge.
His release hits him like a tidal wave, his body tensing as he spills inside you. He holds you through it, his groans muffling against your skin.
The sight of him cumming inside you, the feel of him pulsing within you, is all it takes to send you spiraling once again.
Another orgasm crashes over you, waves of ecstasy washing through your body as you clench around him, milking every last drop of pleasure Jungkook has to offer.
Both of you breathe heavily as you try to regain your senses. Jungkook’s arms immediately wrap tighter around you, holding you close as he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, voice filled with satisfaction and pride. “You did so well, my princess.”
You smile faintly, your body still tingling from the second orgasm. “Does this mean I get a reward every time I win something?”
Jungkook chuckles, his grip on you tightening slightly. “If this is how you plan to collect, then maybe we should make more bets.”
You laugh softly, leaning into your boyfriend as the TV continues to flicker in the background, forgotten by both of you.
For now, all that matters is being lost in the heat of the moment and Jungkook’s promise of more nights like this.
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And done! Hope you enjoyed 🫶🏻 I would appreciate feedback :)
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Genre/Tags: spiderman/ campus heartthrob! jungkook x reader, friends (but not exactly) to lovers, i think they're in a situationship, spiderman au, spiderkook au, angst, fluff
Word Count: 21.5k+ (don't hate me)
Chapter Warnings: pining, mature themes, mature language, someone's dangling off a roof, lots and lots of fluff
A/N: should i make a drabble for this? maybe including smut? idk let me knowwwww.
THE PICTURE I USED FOR MY COVER IS NOT MINE !! CREDIT GOES TO THE RIGHTFUL OWNER AND EDITOR !!
<-part 1
part (2/2)
The moment Jungkook tumbles onto the living room floor through the window, Jimin and Taehyung glance up from the dining table where they're eating ramen, their expressions completely unsurprised.
They barely pause eating, already anticipating what's about to come.
"So, I'm guessing you stood her up." Jimin says matter-of-factly, barely glancing up as he takes another mouthful of noodles.
Of course, his roommates had seen the news. With their knowledge of the concert date he'd been planning to take you on, it wasn't exactly rocket science to figure out that he hadn't shown up.
"Please tell me you at least called her." Taehyung adds, his voice tinged with faint exasperation as he sets his bowl down.
Jungkook doesn't respond immediately.
Instead, he yanks off his mask, tossing it onto the couch as he leans against the wall, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths. "I..." he starts, still panting.
He swallows hard, his gaze flicking between his two friends before finally admitting, "I messed up." His voice cracks just enough to betray the guilt simmering beneath his carefully constructed facade.
Jimin sets his chopsticks down with a sigh, while Taehyung crosses his arms, both of them watching him intently. Neither looks particularly surprised by his confession, but their silence urges him to continue.
"You guys know how excited I was, right?" Jungkook says, taking a few steps closer to the table. "We know. You've been dying to take her out on a date for months now." Jimin replies as he watches Jungkook plop himself down on the chair nearby.
"Yeah, exactly. And when I finally had the chance..." He exhales sharply, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "I blew it."
Jimin raises an eyebrow while Taehyung leans back in his chair, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern.
"I was just about to leave..." Jungkook starts, his voice quieter now. "But then these two firetrucks zoomed past me, and I knew there was a fire nearby. I debated whether I should go check it out or just let the firemen handle it, but then I thought, how long would it take, you know?"
Taehyung nods silently, signaling for him to go on.
"But when I got there, the scene was horrific." Jungkook continues, his hands gesturing as if trying to paint the picture.
"It was a whole building engulfed in flames, and there were so many people trapped inside. I couldn't just walk away. By the time I got everyone out and made sure they were all safe, it was already way past the concert time." His voice falters, and he looks down, the weight of the evening pressing heavily on his shoulders.
Taehyung clicks his tongue, shaking his head in disbelief. "Well, was she sad when you told her you couldn't make it?" he asks softly.
At this Jungkook's breath hitches as his eyes nervously dart around the room. "Well..." he trails off.
Taehyung's jaw drops as realization dawns on him. "No way..." he breathes, leaning forward. "Kook, you didn't call her?!" he questions. Jimin's eyes widen as well, his voice incredulous. "Seriously, Jungkook?!"
Jungkook winces, the guilt now a tangible weight pressing down on him. "Well... it gets worse." he murmurs softly, almost as if afraid to speak the words aloud. Taehyung and Jimin exchange bewildered glances before speaking in unison. "What do you mean?"
Jungkook inhales deeply, bracing himself. His shoulders slump slightly as he begins, "So, basically... once I was done with the fire scene, I thought I should stop by the concert venue. A part of me was sure she would've left, but... another part of me wondered... what if she's still there, waiting, you know?" His voice dips with self-reproach.
Taehyung nods slowly, as if coaxing him to continue, while Jimin furrows his brows, visibly concerned.
"And I was still in my suit..." Jungkook explains, glancing down at his hands as if searching for the right words. "So, I figured if she was still there, I'd change and go see her. But if she wasn't, then I'd head to her place to explain everything."
Jungkook's voice tightens as the memory resurfaces. "But while I was on my way to the concert venue..." He pauses, his jaw clenching. "I saw this group of men in an alleyway. They were harassing a girl."
At this, both Taehyung and Jimin's eyes widen in shock. "Wait, what?!" Taehyung blurts out, leaning even closer while Jimin's expression mirrors his, but before either of them can fire off more questions, Jungkook continues in a strained voice.
"It was Y/N." he confesses.
The silence in the room feels deafening for a split second, until both of them erupt in unison. "WHAT?!?!" Taehyung yells, his voice cracking with disbelief. Jimin nearly topples out of his chair, his hands slamming onto the table. "Are you serious right now?!"
Jungkook grimaces, the memory of what happened at the alleyway still vivid in his mind. His hands clench into fists as if trying to grasp the weight of his emotions.
"The moment I realized it was her..." he begins, his voice tight. "I didn't think twice. I jumped in and took down those disgusting men." His gaze drops to the floor as he exhales shakily. "After that, I made sure she got home safe... well, if we're getting specific, I flew her home."
Both Taehyung and Jimin stare at him, their jaws slack with a mix of awe and disbelief. "So..." Jimin ventures, leaning forward with a raised brow. "She doesn't know it was you?"
Jungkook shakes his head slowly, the regret weighing down his words. "Of course not." he replies.
Jimin's brow furrows deeper, his incredulity surfacing. "So let me get this straight... she thinks Jungkook—the guy she's been waiting for—stood her up, and Spiderman—the mysterious masked vigilante—saved her from a group of creepy men?"
"Exactly." Jungkook sighs. "And though I was the one who saved her..." he adds, his voice quieter now, tinged with guilt. "I just can't stop feeling like it's my fault that she had to go through something like that."
Taehyung's expression softens, the weight of Jungkook's words sinking in. "Why do you think that?" he asks gently.
Jungkook's jaw clenches as he continues. "She waited all evening for me. She only left when the concert was over. And because of that... she ended up alone in that alley." He pauses, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallows hard.
"When I saw her face, hyung... she looked so fucking terrified. Her eyes, the way she was trembling..."
His voice cracks slightly, and he rubs the back of his neck as if trying to ground himself. "I can't stop thinking... if I'd just called her, if I'd explained that I couldn't make it because of some emergency... maybe she wouldn't have been there at all. Maybe none of this would've happened."
The room falls into an uneasy silence, the weight of Jungkook's guilt hanging thick in the air. Taehyung and Jimin exchange a look, both trying to gauge their next words carefully.
"Maybe..." Jimin starts hesitantly, his voice softer now. "You should explain everything to her tomorrow. And, I don't know..." He pauses, his eyes flicking between Jungkook and Taehyung before continuing cautiously. "Probably... tell her you're Spiderman."
Taehyung lets out a dry scoff, shaking his head. "Oh, sure. Like being a superhero is the most casual, everyday thing to confess. Especially when half the city is obsessed with uncovering Spiderman's identity. That's not just risky, it's reckless." His tone carries a mix of exasperation and concern as he crosses his arms.
"Taehyung's right." Jungkook interjects with a sigh. "It's not the right time for that." He pauses, his fingers absentmindedly rubbing his temples as though the action might soothe his racing thoughts.
"Telling her about Spiderman now... it would feel like I'm using it as a crutch, an excuse to justify standing her up. And yeah, in this case, it is the truth, but..."
"But it wouldn't feel fair," Taehyung finishes for him, his tone softer this time. Jungkook nods slowly, his eyes distant, lost in thought.
"If I tell her the whole truth now, it'll just muddy things even more. I need her to trust me first, to believe in me again, before I can drop something as massive as that on her." he says.
Jimin leans forward, resting his elbows on the table, his expression contemplative. "Then what's the plan? You can't just leave things as they are. She deserves an explanation, Kook, even if it's not the whole truth yet."
"I know..." Jungkook admits as he looks up at his friends, his gaze earnest but filled with uncertainty. "I just... I don't even know where to begin."
"You begin by owning up to your mistake," Taehyung says firmly, his gaze locking with Jungkook's. "Don't overthink it. Start simple. Apologize for standing her up, and make it clear that it wasn't because you didn't care. Tell her you had an emergency and couldn't contact her because of how chaotic everything was."
Jimin nods in agreement, his expression softening. "And maybe... just maybe, let her see how much she truly means to you." he says gently. "You obviously don't have to explain everything right now, but you can still show her that she's important. That she matters more than anything else in your world."
He leans back slightly, his tone turning a bit more serious. "Girls take getting stood up really seriously... and it's valid. I mean, what could feel more humiliating than that, right? And in your case, you've been pining over her for ages, practically begging for a chance to take her out. When she finally gave in, she ended up being stood up. Of course she's going to be upset... maybe even really hurt."
Jimin pauses, letting the weight of his words sink in before continuing. "So, like I said, you need to make things right. Show her, don't just tell her, what she means to you."
Jungkook takes a deep breath, his jaw tightening as he processes Jimin's words.
"You're right..." he says after a moment, his voice steadier now. "I owe her that much. No excuses, no distractions... just the truth, as much as I can give her for now."
//
Jungkook moves quickly through the hallways, his steps echoing in the quiet space as his eyes dart into every classroom he passes. He's already called you twice, but of course, you haven't answered. Why would you? You have every right to ignore him, and he knows it.
Still, the pit in his stomach grows with every passing second, the urgency to find you pressing heavier on his chest.
He racks his brain, trying to remember where you might be. He remembers that you have a test today, so chances are you're somewhere on campus, probably revising your notes.
He checks the library, the cafeteria... even the quietest corners of the campus, but you're nowhere to be found. Frustration starts to boil under his skin, a gnawing sense of helplessness creeping in as his search turns up empty.
Finally, he spots you in one of the computer labs. You're seated in front of a monitor, your eyes intently focused on the screen, the soft glow reflecting off your features.
Jungkook pauses at the doorway, hesitant. Is this the right time to approach you? Would you even want to hear what he has to say? His stomach churns with unease, but he knows he can't turn back now. He has to talk to you, has to try to fix what he's broken.
As he takes a step closer, his gaze flickers to the outfit you're wearing... a cute little skirt that usually drives him crazy but today, something else catches his attention, something that makes his breath hitch... the bandaid on your knee.
He swallows hard, his jaw tightening as the memory of yesterday's horrific incident floods back into his mind. The scrape on your knee, a cruel reminder of what you endured... of what he was partly responsible for.
Guilt coils around his chest like a vice, the weight of it almost unbearable. His fists clench at his sides as he silently blames himself all over again.
But he shakes his head, forcing himself to focus. There's no point in wallowing in guilt now... it won't change anything. What matters is making things right.
He straightens his posture and takes another step forward. All he has to do is apologize, to look you in the eye and promise that he'll never let you down again.
"Hey, Ace." Jungkook calls softly, his voice carrying a hint of nervousness. Your head snaps up instinctively, eyes wide for a fleeting moment before the recognition dawns, and your expression hardens.
The usual warmth in your gaze is replaced with icy detachment as you turn back to the monitor without so much as a word.
You'd been expecting this. You knew he'd call, that he'd come looking for you eventually. Of course, he'd have some excuse ready—some rehearsed set of reasons like I got caught up... something came up... I didn't mean to.
But honestly? After everything that happened yesterday... being stood up by him and then the sheer terror of being cornered by those creepy disgusting men, you've already decided that you're not interested in hearing Jungkook's excuses.
"Ace..." he tries again, his voice softer now, almost pleading. He pulls the chair right beside you and lowers himself into it, leaning closer, his presence undeniable even as you stubbornly ignore him.
Your focus remains fixed on the screen, your fingers nonchalantly scrolling through the document.
"Ace, come on..." he says, his tone carrying a quiet urgency. "Would you please look at me?" His hand reaches out, resting gently on the armrest of your chair, his proximity pressing into your peripheral awareness.
Still, you don't look at him. Your eyes remain fixed on the monitor, your expression unreadable, the tension in the lab thick enough to suffocate.
Jungkook's shoulders slump slightly, the silence stretching on, but he doesn't retreat. Instead, he sits there, waiting, hoping for even the faintest crack in your walls.
"I know you're mad, and you have every right to be..." Jungkook says, his voice trembling slightly, thick with remorse. He leans forward and lightly tugs your chair closer, desperation flickering in his dark eyes.
You click your tongue in irritation, your gaze snapping to him with a sharp glare. Without missing a beat, you scoot your chair back, reclaiming the distance he closed.
Jungkook usually finds your annoyed pout and furrowed brows endearing, a quirky little trait he adores. But today, those expressions weigh heavily on his heart, a visual reminder of how much he's hurt you.
"Ace, please." he nearly whispers, his voice cracking at the edges. "Just hear me out—"
"I don't want to, Jungkook." you cut him off, spinning away from the screen and finally looking at him head-on. Your expression is hardened, your eyes blazing with a mix of hurt and anger. "Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to finally say yes to you?"
Jungkook freezes, the weight of your words rendering him momentarily speechless.
"I know you probably think I was playing hard to get, that I liked having you chase me around..." you continue, your voice steady despite the tremor of emotion beneath it. "But that wasn't the case because I was scared. Do you understand that? Scared."
Your admission lands like a blow, and Jungkook swallows hard, his adam's apple bobbing as he processes your words.
He wants to interrupt, to tell you he never once thought you were playing games, that he knew you needed time to trust him. But the rawness in your voice keeps him silent, guilt rooting him in place.
"I've never had someone show me the kind of attention you did. Never had someone chase after me like that. And it wasn't flattering... it was unsettling. It made me question everything... your intentions, my own feelings. I kept wondering if it was real, if you were real, or if I'd let myself believe in something that would shatter the moment I let my guard down."
Your words are laced with bitterness now, and Jungkook watches helplessly as your gaze flickers to the side, avoiding his. He can see the cracks in your armor, the pain you're trying so hard to mask.
"And then..." you continue, your voice faltering slightly. "When I finally thought you were different, that maybe you were actually being sincere... I decided to trust you. I thought... 'Maybe I can give him a chance.' But you know what, Jungkook?" You pause, looking directly at him, your eyes cold and accusing.
"I was right all along. Guys like you... you don't care. You think you can just say all these flirty, meaningless things, make someone feel special, ask them out like it's no big deal... and then just... not show up."
Jungkook flinches as if you've physically struck him, each word cutting deeper than the last. He tries to open his mouth, to explain, to apologize, but you don't give him the chance.
"Do you even know how long I waited yesterday? How humiliating it was to just... to just sit there, thinking you'd show up? And how I almost got harras—" You stop abruptly, your voice catching.
The memory of what happened after, the fear, the helplessness... you can't bring yourself to relive it, let alone share it with him. You shake your head, anger bubbling back to the surface. "You know what? Forget it. I don't have time for this."
You stand abruptly, shoving your chair back with enough force to make it screech against the floor. You start gathering your things haphazardly, your movements sharp and hurried.
"Ace, wait—" Jungkook stands as well, panic flashing across his face. He reaches out as if to stop you, but you're already pulling away.
"No, Jungkook." you say firmly, clutching your books to your chest. You look up at him, your eyes glistening but resolute. "I'm done. Just... leave me alone and don't ever talk to me again."
And with that, you turn and walk away, leaving Jungkook standing there, the weight of your words and his regret pressing down on him like a storm he doesn't know how to weather.
//
The moment you step out of the exam hall, your chest feels tight, and your eyes sting with the threat of tears. It's as if the universe has decided to conspire against you.
Yesterday was a total disaster, every moment of it chipping away at your composure. And now, not only had you almost broken down right in front of Jungkook earlier, but the test you thought you could do well on, just went horribly wrong.
Your steps are unsteady as you walk out, your knees weak and your shoulders sagging under the weight of everything. The frustration bubbling in your chest mixes with regret, twisting into a knot of self-reproach.
Maybe instead of waiting at the concert venue yesterday, clinging to some foolish hope, you should've just gone straight home to study. At least that way, you wouldn't have crossed paths with those creeps in the alley, wouldn't have found yourself in the middle of a nightmare that refuses to let go.
You swallow hard, willing yourself not to break down right there in the open, but the lump in your throat grows heavier. Everything feels wrong... too loud, too bright, too much.
"Oh, hey, Y/n !!" a familiar voice slices through the haze of your thoughts. You blink, lifting your head to find Kim Seokjin, your ever-reliable senior, striding towards you with his signature boyish grin.
Seokjin has always been the dependable type, the one who'd send you mock questions late at night or lend you his pristinely annotated notes without hesitation. His easygoing charm was usually a comfort, a beacon of positivity on even the most stressful days.
"How was the test, Y/n-ah? Did the questions I gave you help?" he asks, his brows wiggling playfully, an attempt to tease you as he always does. His tone is light, full of genuine curiosity, but today, it feels like static in your ears.
The world around you blurs as his question echoes in your mind, clashing with the disappointment and frustration roiling in your chest.
You can't even muster a smile. Your throat tightens, and your lips quiver as your gaze drops to the ground, unwilling to meet his.
Seokjin's grin falters. His sharp eyes, so quick to notice the smallest detail, catch the shimmer of tears threatening to spill. Concern washes over his face as he steps closer, his demeanor instantly softening. "Y/n?" he calls again, voice quieter now, tinged with worry. "What's wrong?"
You open your mouth to respond, to brush him off with some excuse, but the words refuse to come. The dam breaks before you can stop it and a single tear escapes, sliding down your cheek, carrying with it the weight of everything you've been holding in.
"Hey..." Seokjin steps closer, his hands gently settling on your shoulders as he leans down, his face level with yours. His gaze is soft, concerned, and without a trace of judgment. It's all it takes for the dam to shatter completely.
Before you know it, your shoulders shake, sniffling giving way to quiet, uncontrollable sobs. Tears spill freely, blurring your vision, but you don't even try to stop them.
Seokjin reacts instantly, his protective instincts kicking in as he wraps an arm around your trembling shoulders. With a quick glance at the throng of students milling about, he guides you away from the bustling corridor.
His movements are careful but firm, shielding you as he steers you toward a quieter spot.
He leads you outside, where the fresh air feels both grounding and overwhelming against the storm inside you. Still holding you close, he walks you to the cafeteria.
Luckily, it's mostly empty at this hour, the silence offering a small measure of comfort. Gently, he sits you down at a secluded table and takes the seat right beside you, his arm still a reassuring presence around your shoulders.
"Jin, I'm sorry... I just—" you manage to choke out between hiccups, your voice trembling with guilt and embarrassment. The last thing you wanted was to burden him like this, to disrupt his day with your sudden outburst.
"Hey, don't apologize." Seokjin says, his voice steady but kind. He tilts his head to catch your gaze, his own warm and earnest. "You don't have to say sorry, okay?"
His words are simple, but they're enough to make you feel seen. Even through the tears streaming down your cheeks, a small, shaky smile begins to tug at the corners of your lips.
Seokjin notices, and his own grin breaks through, soft and encouraging. "I've just been having a really... bad day," you murmur, as if speaking the words aloud might shatter you further.
He nods, his expression softening even more. "I understand." he says simply, his tone gentle but firm, as though he truly does. There's no pressure in his words, no expectation for you to elaborate.
//
"She won't even look at me." Jungkook murmurs, his voice tinged with frustration and something far more vulnerable. One strap of his bag hangs loosely off his shoulder, swaying slightly as he walks. His gaze is fixed downward, the usual energy in his steps replaced by a weight that drags him down.
Taehyung strolls beside him, his attention divided between Jungkook and his phone. "Maybe she just needs some space." he says, his tone nonchalant but edged with understanding.
Jungkook huffs, his hand raking through his dark hair in agitation. "I think she hates me." he mutters, the words falling heavily between them.
Saying it aloud makes the possibility feel real, and the thought makes his chest ache. His steps falter, his pace slowing as if his own doubts are physically pulling him back.
Taehyung glances up from his phone, a small frown forming as he looks at his friend. "Come on, Kook. That's not true. She's mad, yeah, but she's not the kind of person to hate someone... especially not you. She just needs time to cool off—wait, hold on." Taehyung suddenly halts mid-sentence, his body stiffening as his gaze locks on something ahead. "Is that Y/n ??"
Jungkook's head snaps up at Taehyung's words, his eyes following the direction of his friend's stare. His heart skips a beat when he spots you through one of the large cafeteria windows.
You're sitting at a corner table, and you're not alone. Right beside you is Kim Seokjin, a senior Jungkook knows you've always been close with. His brows knit together as he takes in the scene.
You're wiping at your face, and the movement makes his stomach drop. Even from a distance, it's obvious that you've been crying. Seokjin leans closer, his hands gesturing animatedly as he talks, his expression bright and full of intent. He's clearly trying to comfort you, trying to draw out a smile or a laugh.
Jungkook feels a surge of emotions, each one sharper than the last. The first is jealousy, immediate and searing.
But it's quickly overwhelmed by something far heavier... concern. The sight of your tear-streaked face slices through him like a blade. His heart clenches painfully as questions flood his mind.
Why are you crying? Is it because of him? Or did something else happen?
The memory of yesterday crashes over him, the regret he's been carrying since last night twisting into something unbearable. The thought that you might be hurting because of his mistake feels suffocating.
Jungkook's jaw tightens as he watches Seokjin lean even closer, his smile warm and reassuring. He's trying to make you feel better, and maybe he's succeeding.
Jungkook's fists clench at his sides, his nails digging into his palms as he struggles to hold back the urge to storm in there. Every fiber of his being wants to cross the distance, to kneel before you and tell you how sorry he is, to explain everything, to make it right.
//
"Thanks, Jin." you murmur, a soft smile gracing your lips.
After spending nearly forty minutes unloading all your frustrations about how terribly your test went, a weight feels like it's been lifted.
While you didn't delve into the messier parts... the thing with Jungkook, or how disastrously everything spiraled yesterday, you still feel an undeniable sense of relief. Seokjin's steady presence and his knack for lightening the mood had provided a much-needed balm to your frayed nerves.
"No biggie." he replies, his grin warm as he affectionately ruffles your hair. It's a gesture that draws a small, genuine laugh from you despite everything. "You'll be fine, kid. We'll hit the books together for the next test, alright?"
You nod, his reassurance leaving a comforting echo in your chest. The two of you step out of the cafeteria, the evening sun outside a soft contrast to the heaviness you'd felt earlier.
"I'll head home now, okay?" you say, adjusting the strap of your bag on your shoulder. "Sure." Seokjin nods, his hands slipping into his pockets. "I've got plans with my friends anyway. Take care of yourself, yeah?"
With a final wave, the two of you part ways. You walk towards the familiar gates of the campus, the hum of distant chatter and the rustle of trees in the breeze filling the air.
The moment you step outside, your eyes fall on Jungkook almost immediately. He's leaning against the bricked compound wall, the sun casting a faint golden glow over his figure.
His head is tilted down, his thumb scrolling through his phone as his teeth worry his lower lip, a nervous habit you've come to notice over time.
For a moment, you falter, your steps hesitating as a wave of emotions threatens to crash over you. But just as quickly, you steel yourself, tearing your gaze away and forcing your legs to move forward.
As though sensing your presence, Jungkook's head lifts, his sharp eyes locking onto you as he instantly lowers his phone lowers. "Ace!" he calls out.
You grit your teeth at the sound of the nickname, your grip tightening on the strap of your bag. You don't look at him, don't give him even the satisfaction of acknowledgment, and continue walking as if you hadn't heard a thing.
But Jungkook isn't one to give up easily. You can hear his footsteps quickening behind you, the sound growing louder as he closes the distance. Before you know it, he's beside you, slightly winded from the effort.
"Ace." he says again, softer this time, the name rolling off his tongue like a plea. "Don't call me that." you snap, your voice low but sharp. You don't stop walking, though your heart is pounding in your chest.
He doesn't falter, easily matching your pace, his longer strides making it seem like the effort to catch up was nothing to him. "Hey..." he tries again, his voice softer this time, almost tentative.
This time, you glance at him, your glare sharp and unforgiving. "Did I not tell you to leave me alone?" you snap, your tone biting, each word a dagger meant to push him further away.
"I know." he admits, his voice quiet but steady. "But can you please just hear me out, Ace?" The nickname slips out before he realizes it, and when he does, he quickly backtracks. "I mean, Y/n." he corrects, a flicker of uncertainty flashing across his face. "I just want to make things right."
You scoff, keeping your eyes fixed ahead, refusing to give him even a fraction of the attention he's so desperately vying for. "Well, I'm not interested." you reply curtly.
Jungkook's jaw tightens, his steps faltering for the first time as he processes your response. But he doesn't stop. Instead, he keeps walking beside you, a quiet determination etched into his features, like he's unwilling to let this be the end of the conversation.
"I saw you in the cafeteria earlier..." Jungkook begins again, his voice quieter this time, almost hesitant. You don't reply, your gaze fixed firmly ahead.
The evening breeze, though warm, carries a hint of lingering daylight fading into the deep hues of dusk. It brushes past you softly, stirring strands of your hair, yet the gentle ambiance does little to ease the storm brewing within.
"With... that senior..." he continues after a beat, his tone cautious. "His name's Seokjin, right? And... I noticed you were crying." His voice falters slightly, as though he's treading carefully, trying to choose his words in a way that won't set you off.
Your pace doesn't waver, but your scoff cuts through the silence like a whip. "Why do you even care?" you snap, not sparing him a glance. The bitterness in your voice is unmistakable, each word drenched in the frustration you've been holding back.
"If I'm in the cafeteria, if I'm with Seokjin, or if I'm crying—none of that is your business anyway." you say coldly. Jungkook flinches, just slightly, the weight of your words pressing against him. Yet, he doesn't retreat.
A low sigh slips past his lips, but he doesn't slow his pace, stubbornly keeping stride beside you. There's a quiet determination in his steps, a hope flickering within him that maybe... just maybe, you'll give in and grant him the chance he's desperate for.
He pouts slightly, his gaze drifting to your face, noting the resolute expression you wear, the way you refuse to even glance his way.
His shoulders droop as his eyes fall to his feet, sulking like a child who's been denied his favorite treat. The sight would've been almost endearing, had the tension between you not been so palpable.
You catch his dejected demeanor from the corner of your eye, and though a small part of you feels the faintest tug at your heartstrings, you steel yourself.
"Stop following me." you bite out, your tone as sharp as glass, slicing through the tension hanging heavy in the air. But of course, he doesn't listen. His footsteps fall in line with yours, the quiet persistence of his presence an unspoken challenge. It makes your blood simmer.
Finally, you come to an abrupt halt, spinning around so quickly that Jungkook almost walks into you. Your eyes blaze with unfiltered anger, your frustration spilling over like a dam finally breaking.
"You know what? You can't do this." you snap, your voice trembling, not with weakness but with the weight of emotions clawing at your chest.
Jungkook freezes but his mouth opens, a soft breath escaping as if he wants to respond, but you barrel on, refusing to let him derail your thoughts.
"I have every right to be mad at you, Jungkook." you begin, your voice gaining strength with each word. "You can't just force me to listen to you, or follow me around like this, expecting me to magically forgive you."
The wind picks up around you, teasing the loose strands of your hair as you fix him with a glare sharp enough to cut steel.
"I don't know what happened to you yesterday.... why you didn't show up... but you could've called me, Jungkook !! Or maybe a text would've been enough too because just... how long would that have taken?" Your voice cracks slightly, and you hate how vulnerable it sounds, but you push through.
"Is that really too much to ask for? Especially from someone who insisted on taking me out in the first place?"
Jungkook looks as if you've physically struck him, his shiny eyes clouded with regret, his lips parting to speak. But you don't let him.
"So don't just stand there acting like you can fix this by following me around. Leave me alone. At least give me the space I'm asking for, because I am mad at you. I need time to cool off. To think about whether I even want to give you a chance to explain yourself." You pause for a moment, your chest rising and falling with the force of your emotions.
"That's all I have to say." you finish, your tone final, like the slam of a closing door. "So stop following me and go home."
You turn around sharply, your steps determined as you step off the pavement to cross the road and get to the other side. You don't wait for his response, don't care to see the impact of your words etched on his face.
All you want is distance.
Your thoughts are so clouded with anger that you don't notice the sound at first... the low hum of an engine approaching, growing louder by the second.
It isn't until you're halfway across the road that it registers... the sharp roar of a car speeding in your direction, the headlights glaring like molten fire.
Your breath catches, your body freezing in place as the realization crashes over you. There's no time to move, no time to think. The car is coming too fast.
Just as you brace for impact, a sudden force yanks you backward, spinning you around with a strength that feels almost supernatural. The world shifts in a blur, and the next thing you know, you're against something solid... someone solid.
The wind roars in your ears as you're pulled out of the way, the rush of the car passing dangerously close, the draft whipping against your bare legs.
You blink, your chest heaving as you try to make sense of what just happened. Your heart pounds violently in your ribcage, your head spinning.
Jungkook's arms are around you, his grip firm but trembling slightly. His eyes bore into yours, wide and dark, filled with a mix of panic and something deeper, something you can't quite place. His breathing is labored, his chest rising and falling in time with yours.
For a moment, the world seems to narrow, the noise of the street fading into an eerie silence.
"How... did you—" you begin, but the words die on your lips because the way he moved just now wasn't just fast. It wasn't just instinct. It was something else entirely... something that defied explanation.
You couldn't comprehend how he managed to react so quickly, whether his reflexes were simply that sharp or if there was something more to his speed. It was almost unreal, the way he had reached you in mere seconds, as if defying the very limits of human ability.
The car had been barreling towards you with alarming speed, and any ordinary person would have hesitated, stumbled, or arrived a heartbeat too late.
But not him. It was as if he'd moved with purpose, instinct overriding all else, bridging the impossible distance between you in the blink of an eye.
"Are you okay?" His voice trembles with genuine concern as his eyes search yours, his hands now gently holding your shoulders, steadying you as if afraid you might collapse at any moment.
He takes a small step back, his gaze sweeping over you, silently checking for any sign of injury. "Ace, are you okay?" he repeats, this time louder, almost as though his words might anchor you to the present.
You blink, still dazed, your mind struggling to catch up with the chaos of the moment. You try to find your bearings, still feeling the adrenaline pumping in your veins, your heartbeat loud in your ears.
"I..." you begin, the words stumbling over each other as your breath catches in your throat. "I'm fine." you finally manage, though your voice is shaky, betraying the storm still raging inside you.
"God, you almost got knocked over by that car." he mutters, his tone laced with disbelief as he stares at you with a mixture of relief and lingering panic.
His hand reaches up to brush a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his eyes never leaving yours, as though trying to ensure you were truly alright.
And suddenly, that strange feeling washes over you again... the déjà vu. It clings to you, an elusive wisp of familiarity that you can't quite pin down. Something about this moment feels like a distant memory straining to resurface, but it's just so out of reach.
"I know you don't want to see me right now..." Jungkook begins, his voice softer than you've ever heard it, laced with hesitation and something akin to vulnerability. He gulps, his eyes scanning yours for even the faintest sign of permission to keep talking.
"But..." He pauses, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "Can I please at least walk you home?" he asks, the words spilling out in a way that feels both desperate and determined.
"I can't just leave now, not after..." His voice falters slightly, the weight of the moment pressing on him. "Not after you almost died right in front of me."
You can see how much he means it, how much he's grappling with the thought of what could have happened. And though every rational part of you wants to turn him away, there's another part... smaller, quieter, but persistent... that doesn't want to be alone right now.
So all you do is just give him a small nod, and Jungkook exhales a breath he didn't realize he was holding. Relief flickers across his face, and though it's faint, the corners of his lips lift into the gentlest smile.
Without a word, he reaches for your hand... his grip firm yet careful, like he's afraid you might slip away and guides you across the road. His eyes dart back and forth, scanning for any lingering danger, as though the world itself might conspire to hurt you again.
The silence that follows isn't heavy... it's steady, a quiet agreement between the two of you. The rhythmic sound of your footsteps against the pavement fills the space, accompanied by the distant hum of the city.
He doesn't try to apologize, doesn't flood you with explanations or desperate pleas for forgiveness. Instead, he just walks beside you, his hand warm and grounding in yours.
When your apartment building finally comes into view, a subtle sense of relief washes over you, a small weight lifting from your chest. But beneath that relief, there's something else... a faint pang of bittersweet emotion, an undeniable comfort in his presence that you're not ready to fully acknowledge.
As you stop near the entrance, Jungkook gently releases your hand. The absence of his touch feels oddly noticeable, like you've been untethered.
He offers you a soft smile, one that's equal parts tender and hesitant, as though he's afraid of pushing too far. "Goodnight, Ace." he says quietly.
He takes a few steps back, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer, as if to make sure you're truly safe. Before you can muster a response, he turns around and starts walking away, his figure retreating into the dim glow of the streetlights.
//
You walk into the lecture hall, your thoughts a tangled mess. You'd spent the entire night tossing and turning, replaying yesterday's events in your mind.
Were you too harsh on Jungkook? Should you have given him a chance to explain himself, to redeem whatever it was he'd done wrong? The questions gnawed at you, leaving you feeling restless and unsure.
As you climb the steps of the lecture hall to your usual seat, your eyes fall on Jungkook. He's already here... early, for once and it's unusual enough to catch your attention.
His head is bent, focused on writing something in his notebook, and for a moment, you're struck by how absorbed he looks. You quickly remind yourself not to stare and continue making your way to your desk.
But as you get closer, you notice something unusual... a bouquet of soft pink tulips resting delicately on your desk. You freeze for a split second, eyebrows furrowing in surprise.
Who could've left them there?
Slowly, you take your seat, eyes scanning the delicate petals before landing on a small note tucked neatly into the paper wrapping.
Curiosity gets the better of you, and you carefully pluck the note free, holding it up to read. The handwriting is familiar, slightly messy but endearingly so.
"I know you said to leave you alone and give you space, and I promise I'm trying... but you didn't say anything about not giving you flowers. Today, it's tulips. Tomorrow, I'm thinking lilies... or maybe daisies? I haven't decided yet but I hope these make you smile, even just a little <3"
Your heart stutters, warmth creeping into your cheeks as you read and reread the words. It's simple, thoughtful, and so undeniably him. You glance over your shoulder, and sure enough, Jungkook is still seated behind you, his gaze fixed on his notebook.
But you don't miss the slight upward twitch of his lips, as if he knows you've seen the flowers, knows you've read his note.
You turn back to the bouquet, running your fingers lightly over the petals. A small, involuntary smile tugs at your lips, and for the first time since yesterday, the weight on your chest feels just a little lighter.
//
A week goes by, and you find yourself standing in front of your coffee table, staring at the growing collection of bouquets that now dominate the space. Tulips, roses, lilies, daisies... each arrangement more beautiful than the last.
Jungkook had been persistent with his floral deliveries, never missing a day. True to his word, he kept his distance, gave you space. No texts, no begging for forgiveness, no sudden appearances, no overwhelming gestures... just the quiet, steady arrival of flowers that spoke louder than words ever could.
And as much as you tried to brush it off, to remind yourself that you were still upset, you'd be lying if you said the sight of those vibrant bouquets didn't make you feel like the most special girl in the world.
A small smile tugs at your lips as you glance at the bouquets one last time before grabbing your bag.
Since it's Saturday, you need to head to the art studio and get back to working on the painting for the upcoming exhibition. The piece is almost finished but it still needs a few finishing touches.
You don't expect Jungkook to remember your plans for the exhibition, not after everything that's transpired between the two of you.
Since you haven't been texting or communicating much, you've resigned yourself to the idea that you'll have to tackle it alone, just as you always have. Besides, he's always been late whenever you've asked him to accompany you, so it's hardly a surprise.
But when you push open the door to the art studio today, the sight before you catches you completely off guard.
Jungkook is already there.
His back is to you, his broad shoulders relaxed as he stands before the canvas. A paintbrush is poised in his hand, moving with careful precision as he touches up the details on the painting and his head tilts slightly as he steps back to examine his work.
You pause in the doorway, unable to tear your gaze away. The air is tinged with the faint smell of paint and turpentine.
For a second, you debate whether to step in or quietly retreat, but the sight of him working so earnestly on something that matters to you pulls at your chest. You clear your throat softly, breaking the silence.
Jungkook freezes mid-brushstroke, his movements halting with an almost endearing hesitance. He turns his head, glancing over his shoulder to meet your gaze.
For a moment, his eyes widen, caught somewhere between surprise and relief, before a small, sheepish smile curves his lips.
"Hey." he greets, his voice warm, tinged with a softness you can't ignore. There's something almost... hopeful in the way he looks at you, as if your presence alone has made his day.
"Figured you might need a hand with this." he adds, the corners of his lips lifting into a grin that's equal parts playful and genuine.
You finally step into the studio, your gaze lingering on him longer than you'd like to admit. "You're talking like I didn't basically finish that entire painting all by myself." you quip, the teasing lilt in your voice breaking the tension as you walk towards the table behind him.
Setting your bag down, you keep your movements casual, though your heart beats just a little faster than usual. He lets out an airy chuckle, his shoulders relaxing as he turns back to the canvas.
"Fair point." he admits, the brush in his hand resuming its careful strokes.
Leaning back against the table, you cross your arms and let your gaze settle on him. There's something almost mesmerizing about the way he works.
He's ethereal like this, you think, a picture of calm and serenity that feels almost out of place in the chaos of your thoughts. The sunlight streaming through the windows catches on the faint traces of paint smudged on his fingers, and you can't help but marvel at how effortless he makes it all look.
Suddenly, the buzz of a phone rings through the studio and Jungkook instantly stops painting as his hand reaches for his phone in his back pocket.
You watch him, a quiet curiosity pulling at your focus as he glances at the screen and answers. "What's up?" he asks, his voice casual. You can hear a familiar voice on the other end of the line, and when he responds, you realize who it is.
"No, Jimin, you can't wear that because I'm wearing it tonight." Jungkook says with a hint of amusement, rolling his eyes as he continues. "Besides, that jacket's not gonna fit you anyway." he adds with a dry chuckle, clearly used to the back-and-forth dynamic with his roommate.
As the conversation unfolds, you piece together more details about Jimin, who you've heard plenty about over the course of your friendship with Jungkook.
You've listened to him vent about how Jimin, his roommate constantly borrows his clothes without asking, empties his ramen stock with reckless abandon, and perhaps most infuriating of all, sets the alarm for mornings he never wakes up for.
That means it's left to Jungkook and Taehyung to rise with the blaring sound of the alarm, cursed with the sole responsibility of dragging Jimin out of bed, an endless cycle that never seems to end.
You smile to yourself, quietly amused by the mental image of their dynamic and find yourself lost in the memory of those moments when Jungkook would casually spill details about his life... little snippets about his roommates, his frustrations, his moments of laughter.
He never hesitated to confide in you, his words flowing freely as if sharing his world with you was second nature.
It's strange, the way the simplest things can hold so much weight and it's funny how something as simple as hearing his laughter on the phone makes you realize how much you've missed it, how much you've missed him.
When the phone call finally concludes, Jungkook turns his gaze toward you, a soft, almost tender smile gracing his lips. "That was Jimin." he says with a quiet calm "He wants to wear my jacket for the party tonight."
Right. The party.
It had been the talk of the week. Since it was the weekend, a guy from your class, Jackson (A/N: YOU KNOWWWW I HAD TO IT'S BASICALLY A FANFICTION RULE. LIKE, WE NEED TO HAVE A JACKSON WANG PARTYYY I'M SORRY, BUT IT'S A MUST!) had invited a crowd of people to his infamous house party.
Jackson, was known for throwing some of the wildest parties on campus, and the buzz around it had been palpable. Word spread fast, as it always did with him, and soon enough, everyone seemed to have made their plans to attend.
For a moment, the thought of it makes you pause. You hadn't exactly given it much thought when the invitation came, brushing it off as one of those things everyone would show up to, whether they felt like it or not.
Jackson's parties were almost a rite of passage, an event no one truly missed, even if they wanted to. And yet, there was always something about them that made you hesitant.
The flashes of bright lights, the sea of unfamiliar faces, the chaotic energy that permeated every corner of the room... it was all a bit too much at times.
"You're coming, right? To the party?" Jungkook asks, his voice softer than you expected, tinged with something that almost feels like hope.
You swallow hard, your gaze dropping to the floor. "I... I don't know." you murmur, trying to dodge the weight of his question. Jungkook knows better than anyone that parties aren't your scene.
The loud music, the crowded rooms... it's never been your thing. And yet, there's something in his eyes, an unspoken plea that makes it harder to outright refuse.
He shifts slightly, almost nervously, before he speaks again. "Please come." he says, his voice barely above a whisper. The vulnerability catches you off guard, and you look up, meeting his gaze.
"I'll pick you up." he continues, his tone steadying as he inches closer, the distance between you shrinking until you can almost feel the warmth radiating from him. "And I promise..." He hesitates for a heartbeat, as if searching for the right words.
Finally, his voice drops, softer but resolute. "I promise I'll show up this time."
The sincerity in his eyes, mixed with that quiet determination hits you in the chest. It's a promise laced with a deeper meaning, one that goes beyond just a party. It's a promise to be there, to not let you down again.
And though every instinct in you screams to tread carefully, you find yourself nodding. "Okay." you say, your voice soft but decisive. Jungkook's eyes widen in disbelief as he looks at you. "Wait—really? You're serious?" he asks, his tone a mixture of surprise and a hint of hope, as if he can't quite believe you've agreed so easily.
You chuckle at his reaction, the warmth in your chest growing, and nod again. "Yes. But I swear, if you're late, even by a minute... let's just say that'll be the last time I'm talking to you." you warn, crossing your arms over your chest, trying to look stern, though the corners of your mouth betray you.
Jungkook's face lights up with a mix of relief and amusement. "Ace, promise you, I'll literally replace all my fingers with Q-tips and my toes with paper clips before I show up late again." he says dramatically, and the absurd image makes you laugh despite yourself.
He watches you with a grin, clearly satisfied with the way he's managed to make you laugh, but before you can even process it, he inches closer.
"I'm not gonna let you down, Ace."
//
The moment Jungkook presses the brakes, his gaze flicks to the clock on the dashboard—6:47 PM. He promised to pick you up at 7:00, and true to his word, he made sure to arrive early, thanks to the car he was able to borrow from his landlord.
He thinks of this evening as his second chance, an opportunity to finally set things right, to prove to you just how deeply sorry he is and how much he truly wants you.
His heart beats a little faster just thinking about it. The simple fact that you agreed to let him pick you up, to go to the party together, fills him with a quiet sense of relief and anticipation.
He sits in his car, eyes drifting to your apartment building just across the street, a faint sigh escaping his lips and for reasons he can't quite explain, there's a nervous energy crawling up his spine.
He leans back in his seat, closing his eyes for a brief moment, trying to steady his breath, as if that will help calm his racing thoughts. No slip-ups tonight. No fuck-ups. No mistakes. Everything needs to be perfect because he just doesn't want to disappoint you again.
The minutes seem to stretch endlessly, each one heavier than the last. Jungkook steals another glance at the clock, now 7:03. His pulse quickens as he looks towards the entrance of your apartment building, his gaze scanning for any sign of you.
And then, like something out of a dream, he spots you.
You emerge from the building, and time seems to slow. His breath catches in his throat as his eyes drink in the sight of you dressed in a delicate baby pink dress that clings to your figure in the most perfect way.
It's as though the fabric was made just for you, caressing your curves, flattering every line, and giving you an ethereal glow that makes his heart beat faster. Your presence is magnetic, and for a moment, he's completely mesmerized, utterly entranced by the beauty before him.
You don't notice him yet, too preoccupied with fixing your hair, fingers delicately tugging at strands in the most graceful way. Then, your eyes flick nervously to your phone, probably checking your makeup, and Jungkook can't help but smile softly.
You look so incredibly perfect, so radiant, and the sight of you has him nearly breathless.
The moment your gaze meets his, everything stops. His heart, for the briefest moment, completely halts... frozen in awe. His smile falters, not out of disappointment, but because he's utterly captivated, lost in the sight of you.
You smile at him, your face lighting up, and wave as you jog towards the car. The sight of you moving with such effortless grace makes his chest tighten. You approach the passenger seat and open the door, sliding in with such poise.
"Wow, I didn't actually expect you to be on time." you giggle, carefully settling into the seat. "I honestly thought you would show up at least 10 minutes la—"
"God, Ace." Jungkook interrupts you, his voice almost a reverent whisper as his eyes never leave you, his gaze deepening with something far more intense than admiration.
You haven't noticed yet, too busy adjusting yourself in the seat, but he can't tear his eyes away from you. "You look... perfect." he breathes out, his voice thick with awe, as though the words are barely enough to capture the magnitude of what he's feeling.
You laugh softly, shaking your head in playful disbelief, still unaware of just how utterly lost he is in the moment. You're so used to his compliments by now that you brush it off nonchalantly. "Well, you don't look too bad yourself." you reply with a casual shrug.
At this, Jungkook chuckles, as if it's the first time he's truly registered what you said. He finally snaps back to reality, though his gaze still lingers on you... lingers in a way that makes your pulse race, just a little.
His eyes flicker to your seatbelt, or rather, the lack of one. "Safety first, Ace," he murmurs, his voice low, almost playful.
Before you can fully process his words, you're caught off guard as Jungkook leans closer. His arm stretches across you, his hand reaching for the seatbelt latch beside your head.
The sudden proximity has your breath catching in your throat, your heart skipping a beat. You can't help but press your back further into the seat, the heat of his body so close to yours sending a flutter of nervous excitement through you.
His movements are slow as every motion seems to stretch the moment longer than it should. He pulls the seatbelt over your body, his fingers slightly grazing your shoulder as he slides it into the buckle with a soft click.
"There." he murmurs, his voice a low hum, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Despite the storm brewing inside you, you manage to force out a small smile, attempting to mask the fact that you're utterly flustered.
But of course, Jungkook notices. His keen eyes catch the flicker of emotion on your face, and though he looks away, the subtle twitch at the corner of his lips betrays his amusement.
Soon, the engine hums to life, and the drive to Jackson's mansion feels fleeting, a blur of streetlights and quiet anticipation. As Jungkook pulls up and parks the car, he's quick to get out, jogging around the front to your side.
He opens the door for you, extending a hand to help you out. His touch is firm yet gentle as he ensures you're steady on your heels, his gaze flicking down briefly to check before locking the car.
A small smile plays on his lips as he tilts his head towards the mansion, silently asking... Shall we?
You giggle softly, nodding in response, and as the two of you begin walking towards the grand entrance, his hand instinctively finds the small of your back.
The gesture is subtle yet possessive, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down your spine.
As you pass by the bustling lawn, your gaze flits to the chaotic scene unfolding around the swimming pool... half-naked people getting drunk, laughing, stumbling, and diving into the water with reckless abandon.
The air is thick with the scent of chlorine, alcohol, and mischief, a typical backdrop for a night like this.
Stepping inside, the energy shifts but remains electric. You don't miss the couples tucked away in shadowed corners, making out or the group of guys fervently playing beer pong, their cheers and jeers blending with the pounding bass of the music.
The house hums with life, every corner alive with people immersed in their own worlds.
"Let me grab you a drink." Jungkook offers, his voice soft against the noise, and you nod in agreement. He gently guides you to the nearby couch before disappearing towards the kitchen, his figure weaving effortlessly through the throng of partygoers.
Left alone for a moment, you can't help but smile to yourself, watching him retreat. You're glad you decided to come tonight. A part of you has missed Jungkook terribly, and maybe you're finally ready to give him another chance. Or at the very least, hear him out.
His persistent flower deliveries for a week straight had seemed to chip away at the walls you'd built, each bouquet softening you little by little.
Soon enough, Jungkook returns with two red cups in hand, his smile soft and almost shy as he passes one to you. "Here." he says, his tone casual, though his eyes linger on you like he's studying your reaction.
The moment you take a sip, the taste hits you and it's awful. Your nose scrunches, your brows knit together, and you stick out your tongue slightly, the bitterness and burn leaving an unmistakable mark on your face.
Jungkook notices instantly, and a laugh escapes him. "What... is this?" you ask, peering suspiciously into the cup, as if the liquid itself might answer for its crimes.
There's no hiding your disdain because alcohol has never truly been your thing. You've always wondered why anyone would willingly endure the bizarre bitterness of it all.
Leaning closer, Jungkook smirks, clearly entertained by your reaction. "That..." he begins, gesturing to your cup. "Is just vodka with a splash of juice."
You shake your head, unconvinced, muttering, "Tastes like regret in a cup." but despite yourself, you lift the drink to your lips for another tentative sip. Predictably, your face contorts all over again, the exaggerated expression drawing another round of laughter from Jungkook.
"Ace..." he says, his voice warm and teasing. "You don't have to drink it if you don't like it." His tone softens as he leans just a little closer. "No one's going to judge you for sticking to soda, you know."
His words make you laugh and even with the unpleasant taste lingering in your mouth, there's a sweetness in the way Jungkook looks at you, like he wouldn't mind spending the whole evening watching you wrinkle your nose at bad cocktails.
You finish your drink with a playful shrug, flashing Jungkook a daring smile that makes his chest tighten. "What's the worst that could happen?" you tease, as if daring the night itself.
The music hums in the background, weaving seamlessly with the low buzz of conversations and bursts of laughter. Before long, you're weaving through the party, bumping into friends here and there.
You expect Jungkook to eventually drift away, to join his own circle of friends now that you're mingling. But he doesn't. His presence is steadfast, his palm a constant, reassuring weight on the small of your back as he guides you through the thrumming chaos of the party.
He's always close, sharing snacks with you and even encourages you to try a few different drinks despite your initial distaste for alcohol. Surprisingly, you're enthusiastic, more curious than hesitant and it makes him grin every time you wrinkle your nose at the unfamiliar flavors.
But as the evening stretches on, it becomes clear to him that your alcohol tolerance isn't quite what he expected. He notices the subtle shift first... the way your laughter grows just a little louder, a little freer, unbound by the careful control you usually maintain.
Then, you're swaying ever so slightly, your balance unsteady as your fingers curl tighter around his arm for support. The warmth of your touch lingers, igniting something deep within him, but he focuses on keeping you steady.
He stopped drinking the moment he realized you were getting tipsy, choosing instead to stay sharp, to look after you. He's never seen you like this... so carefree, so unguarded and it's a side of you that's both unexpected and utterly captivating.
Every new song the DJ plays is met with newfound enthusiasm. "This is my favorite song everrr !!" you exclaim for the fifth time, your words slightly slurred but full of infectious excitement. Jungkook can't help but laugh, shaking his head as you tug him towards the dance floor.
Under the neon lights, you're a vision. Your hair, slightly mussed from the night's revelry, frames your face perfectly. The faint sheen of sweat on your skin catches the light, giving you an almost ethereal glow.
His hands find your waist, steadying you as you sway to the beat, your movements loose and uninhibited. Your hands rest against his chest, featherlight but grounding, and you lean in closer without even realizing it.
Your smile... soft, almost childlike in its drunken charm leaves him utterly spellbound. The way your laughter bubbles up, unrestrained, the way your eyes sparkle with mischief and warmth, the way your presence seems to light up the room... it's intoxicating in a way that no drink ever could be.
Jungkook watches you, mesmerized, as you move with the rhythm, your hands occasionally pulling him closer. The proximity, the warmth, the raw intimacy of the moment... it's enough to drive him to the brink.
Time slips by in a blur, and before long, an uncomfortable warmth begins to creep over you. It feels as though the air in the room has thickened, pressing against your skin and making it harder to breathe.
You shift restlessly, tugging at the neckline of your outfit, your gaze flickering anxiously around the crowded room. The buzz of alcohol lingers in your veins, but a sudden wave of lightheadedness washes over you, making the space feel stifling and claustrophobic.
Jungkook is quick to notice the subtle shift in your demeanor. "What's wrong, Ace?" he asks, his brows knitting together in concern. "Too... too many people." you mumble, inching closer to him as if seeking refuge.
Your voice wavers slightly, and he doesn't need any more convincing. "You wanna get out of here?" he offers, his tone gentle, and you nod instantly.
Without hesitation, Jungkook reaches for your hand, his fingers wrapping securely around yours. He tugs you gently, maneuvering through the throng of partygoers with practiced ease.
He helps you climb the steps with care, his arm subtly supporting you as you wobble slightly on unsteady feet. The hallway above is bustling too, but doors line either side, and Jungkook begins checking them one by one, searching for an empty room.
After a few minutes, he finds one and pushes it open, ushering you inside.
As soon as the door clicks shut, sealing you both away from the chaos, you let out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding. The room is dimly lit, the muffled sounds of the party barely audible through the walls. You sway slightly before stumbling towards the bed, collapsing onto it with a dramatic flop.
Jungkook chuckles softly, leaning against the door for a moment to watch you. "You okay there?" he teases, but his voice is laced with affection. You're sprawled out, your arms flung wide, your cheeks flushed, and your eyes fluttering as you fight to keep them open.
When your hands move to rub at your arms, shivering faintly despite the warmth of the room, Jungkook springs into action. Without a word, he helps you sit up as he slips off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders.
The fabric is heavy with his scent, a mix of cedarwood and something unmistakably him, and it instantly envelops you in a comforting cocoon.
"Better?" he asks, his voice softer now as he sits down beside you on the bed. You nod, adjusting the jacket slightly before leaning into him, your head coming to rest on his shoulder.
"God, Ace..." Jungkook breathes, his arm curling around your shoulders to hold you close. "You're so cute, you know that?"
A sleepy smile tugs at your lips, but you don't respond, too lost in the warmth of his presence. Jungkook glances down at you, his chest tightening at how small you look in his jacket, your lashes brushing your cheeks as you hum softly.
He leans his cheek lightly against the top of your head, a contented sigh escaping him as he holds you.
"You know, Ace..." Jungkook begins softly after a few seconds of silence. There's a weight to his tone, one that instantly has your ears perking, even though your eyes remain closed.
You hum in acknowledgment, the quiet sound of encouragement making him tighten his hold around your shoulder. "I'm sorry about that day..." he murmurs, his words gentle yet heavy, laced with regret.
Your brows knit slightly, and though the haze of alcohol still clouds your mind, his voice feels like a lifeline, grounding you. He takes a steadying breath, his hand brushing against your arm as though searching for the courage to continue.
"For not showing up." he adds, his grip tightening ever so slightly, as if afraid you might slip away at the mere mention of his mistake.
That gets your attention. Slowly, you open your eyes and shift, moving away just enough to look at him. Even through the tipsy blur, you can clearly make out the sincerity in his gaze.
"I'm sorry I didn't call or text to let you know I couldn't make it." he continues, his dark eyes locking with yours, his voice thick with remorse. "It was never my intention to blow the chance you gave me. I know how much it must've hurt, and I hate that I let you down... I hate that I made you cry."
For a moment, you just stare at him, your breath caught in your throat as his words sink in.
"So, please..." he says, his voice trembling slightly, as if the weight of his emotions is too much to contain. "Give me another chance. Another way to make this right. Because I want this... I want us... more than anything."
He pauses as he swallows hard, his eyes searching yours with a mix of desperation and hope. It's as though he's laying his heart bare before you, every beat of it beating just for you.
You watch him, your own heart pounding in your chest. The way he hesitates, the way his brows furrow in an almost imperceptible show of vulnerability, it's unlike anything you've seen from him before.
This isn't the Jungkook who always teases you with easy confidence, the one who flirts with you like it's second nature. This is the Jungkook, stripped of pretense, standing before you utterly, irrevocably exposed.
"I..." he continues, his voice dropping lower, thick with emotion, "I really, really like you, Y/n and... and I've never felt this way about anyone before. Not like this."
The words leave him in a rush, and for a split second, he looks away, as if the intensity of his feelings is too much to handle. But then his eyes find yours again, filled with an unyielding sincerity that takes your breath away.
"I've been falling for you in ways I didn't even know were possible..." he admits, his voice a whisper now, trembling but resolute. "And I can't lose you... not without showing you how much you mean to me."
The way he's looking at you, like you're the only person in the universe makes it impossible to look away. For a moment, you're not sure if it's the alcohol or the intensity of the moment making you dizzy, but you can feel something shifting deep inside you.
You're both locked in each other's gaze, time seeming to still as Jungkook processes the weight of what he's just said while you grapple with the enormity of what you've just heard.
The muffled music from the party fades into nothingness, eclipsed by the deafening rhythm of your heartbeat.
It pounds so loudly, you wonder if Jungkook can hear it too... but he's too caught up in the thundering of his own to even notice.
Suddenly, your gaze falls to his lips, the distance between you feeling maddeningly close yet achingly far. Something stirs deep within, a silent yearning urging you to close the gap. Though tipsy, your mind is clear, fully aware of the choice you're about to make.
Perhaps it's the liquid courage coursing through your veins, giving you that extra push, daring you to lean in just a little closer.
Jungkook's gaze dips to your lips as well, and the way you lean ever so slightly forward sends his world spiraling in a blur of chaotic emotions.
His heart throbs, his pulse races, and though a part of him wants to leap up and break into a celebratory dance, he stays rooted, leaning in as well.
The space between you diminishes, your breaths mingling, his features so near you can trace the warmth emanating from him. It feels like the world has shrunk to just the two of you, suspended in a moment where nothing else matters.
But then, as if the universe itself is playing a cruel joke, a sudden commotion erupts outside. The sharp sound of gasps and screams pierces the quiet moment, shattering the delicate bubble that had cocooned you.
Both of you flinch, your heads snapping towards the open window where the noise originates.
You don't move at first, your body sluggish with the haze of alcohol and the lingering electricity of the moment. The chaotic sounds from outside grow louder, and you can make out frantic voices rising in panic.
"What's... going on?" you murmur, glancing towards Jungkook. His expression tightens, concern flickering across his face as he unwraps his arm from around you.
"Stay here." he says softly, his tone calm but firm. Rising to his feet, he crosses the room in long strides and peers out the window. His eyes widen, his body stiffening as he takes in the scene below.
A boy dangles precariously from the edge of the roof on the other side of the mansion, one trembling hand clutching to the ledge for dear life. The scene below is chaotic, a crowd gathered on the lawn, their faces painted with horror as they scream and plead for the boy to hold on.
Jungkook takes in the height of the fall and the sheer helplessness of the people below, the pit of his stomach sinking at the thought of what could happen if the boy loses his grip.
It's clear the guy is drunk... his erratic swaying and terrified yells make that much obvious, but none of it changes the gravity of the situation.
Jungkook's jaw tightens as he scans the lawn. The crowd looks frozen, their panic rendering them useless. His gaze flicks back to the boy, whose grip is visibly weakening, the tremor in his arm growing more pronounced.
Jungkook knows there's no time to wait for someone else to act because this is on him now.
He spins back towards you, still seated on the bed with his jacket draped loosely over your frame. Your brows furrow in worry as you look at him, sensing the urgency in his movements. "What's happening?" you ask, your voice tinged with unease.
"Nothing, just some drunk idiot doing something stupid." he says, though the tightness in his voice betrays his nonchalance. He approaches you, crouching down so that he's at eye level. His hand reaches out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his touch tender despite the situation.
"Ace..." he murmurs, his gaze steady and reassuring. "I'm just gonna go check out what's going on, okay? Stay here for me, please. I'll be right back." His voice is gentle, but there's an underlying edge of determination that tells you this isn't something trivial.
You hesitate, your instincts tugging at you to follow, to see what's happening. But the exhaustion from the night and maybe the alcohol, makes your limbs feel like lead.
"Okay." you whisper. The relief on Jungkook's face is immediate, and before standing, he leans in and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. Before you can process it, he's already out the door.
//
"Tae, call Jungkook. Fast," Jimin mutters, nudging Taehyung as both of them stare at the boy dangling from the edge of the roof. His hand clutches desperately at the ledge, his entire body trembling as he fights against gravity.
Taehyung hesitates, concern flickering across his face. "But isn't he with Y/n? I don't—" Another anguished yell from the boy interrupts him. His grip visibly falters, and the gasps and screams from the crowd below grow louder.
Taehyung curses under his breath. "Okay, okay, I'll call him." He fumbles for his phone, his fingers trembling as he struggles to find Jungkook's contact. Before he can press the call button, a new sound cuts through the chaos... a sharp and familiar thwip.
Jimin and Taehyung whip their heads towards the noise, their eyes widening as they catch sight of him.
Jungkook, in his red-and-blue mask and suit, is already swinging into action. The crowd gasps collectively, their shock palpable as they watch him soar through the air, moving with an effortless precision that seems almost unreal.
"Holy shit, it's Spiderman!" someone exclaims, their voice cutting through the chaotic murmurs of the crowd.
Jungkook fires another web mid-swing, the silken thread shooting with precision and anchoring securely to a sturdy section of the roof near the dangling boy. There's no pause in his movements, his body twists with effortless agility, each motion fluid as he adjusts his trajectory.
The wind whips past Jungkook, a roaring rush in his ears, but his focus remains razor-sharp, his mind calculating every move with unwavering precision.
In a single, breathtaking moment, he reaches the boy, wrapping one arm securely around his torso. The boy lets out a gasp of relief, clinging to Jungkook as if his life depends on it... which, in this moment, it does.
Jungkook's other hand shoots another web to maintain balance as the two of them swing away from the roof's edge.
The crowd below erupts in cheers and gasps, their eyes glued to the cinematic scene unfolding above them. Jungkook adjusts his grip on the man, ensuring he's held securely, and twists his body mid-swing to aim for a clear landing spot.
With a calculated flick of his wrist, he releases the web and they descend, the ground rushing up to meet them.
As they near the lawn, Spiderman bends his knees, absorbing the impact with practiced ease. He lands gracefully, his feet firmly planted on the ground, holding the boy steady in his arms. The boy collapses, shaking and sobbing, but otherwise unharmed.
The crowd bursts into applause, their earlier panic giving way to awe and gratitude. Phones are out, recording the moment, but Jungkook doesn't pay any attention to the commotion. He gently sets the boy down on the grass, crouching beside him.
He helps the boy sit up, patting his shoulder reassuringly. "You're okay now." he says softly, his masked face tilting as he checks the boy for any visible injuries. "Try to stay off rooftops when you've had a bit too much, yeah?" he adds with a hint of humor, though his tone remains gentle.
The boy nods shakily, muttering a string of thank-yous between his sobs. Jungkook pats his shoulder reassuringly before standing up, his masked face turning towards the crowd.
He raises a hand briefly, signaling that everything is under control before shooting another web and swinging away, disappearing into the night.
Jimin and Taehyung, still standing on the sidelines, exchange a look, their mouths slightly agape. "Did we just—?" Taehyung starts, but Jimin interrupts him, shaking his head with a wry smile. "Yeah, we just watched Jungkook save the day. Again."
//
Your eyes stay wide, transfixed on the scene unfolding outside. Moments ago, you were too drained to even consider moving from the bed. But as the shouts and screams grew louder, curiosity got the better of you.
Dragging yourself to the window, you peeked out, expecting nothing more than a drunken brawl or some careless antics.
What you didn't anticipate was the sight before you, a familiar masked figure clad in red and blue, swinging effortlessly through the air, the distinct silhouette of Spiderman in action.
For a moment, you wonder if your tired, tipsy mind is playing tricks on you, but the gasps and cheers from the crowd below confirm it's all real.
It happens in the blink of an eye, so fast it's almost surreal.
You stand there, frozen, as you watch a few people helping the man stumble back into the mansion, his trembling form supported by their hands.
The rest of the crowd, still buzzing with excitement, murmurs about Spiderman, who has already disappeared into the night, leaving nothing but the echo of his presence behind.
As the noise begins to settle, you find yourself mesmerized by the surreal events you've just witnessed. How does Spiderman always seem to appear at the most critical moments?
Even in the alley, when you thought you were on the brink of disaster, he showed up, as if the universe had willed it. The fact that you've now seen him not once but twice in real life... it feels almost impossible, like you're living in a dream.
Minutes stretch on, and you remain near the window, watching as the commotion slowly dies down, people returning to their partying and laughing as if nothing unusual happened.
Just when you begin to wonder where Jungkook has gone, the door to the bedroom creaks open. "Oh my God, Kook!" you exclaim without thinking, spinning around to face him.
Jungkook, slightly winded from the frantic dash, freezes in place. He's caught off guard to see you standing by the window, your eyes wide with excitement.
Before he can respond, you rush towards him, now much more alert, the weight of the alcohol clearly wearing off. "Did you see that? Spiderman was here!!" The words spill from your lips, and you can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of awe.
Jungkook's heart skips a beat, his eyes betraying a flicker of something... he's suddenly very aware of how much he has to keep up the act. He's trying to catch his breath after changing out of his suit and running back here, but also, he's trying to hide his own involvement.
"Oh... y-yeah, I saw... I saw that." he stammers, doing his best to sound casual, as though he had simply been another spectator on the lawn. "Wow, I can't believe it. He was so cool." you breathe out, almost dreamily, your eyes still sparkling from the adrenaline of the moment.
Jungkook chuckles softly, his gaze lingering on you, studying the way excitement lights up your features. "I'm guessing you're all sober now." he teases, his voice tinged with amusement.
You blink, snapping back to reality as his words register. You touch your temple sheepishly, realizing the alcohol's haze has indeed lifted. "Yeah... I guess I am." you admit with a shy laugh.
"Should we leave?" he asks, his tone gentle. He tilts his head slightly, gauging your reaction. The party suddenly feels insignificant compared to everything that has unfolded tonight, and you nod in agreement. "Yeah, let's go."
Jungkook leads the way as the two of you make your way down the stairs and out of the mansion. The cool night air greets you, brushing against your skin as you follow him to his car.
True to his nature, Jungkook is as chivalrous as ever... again opening the door for you, putting on your seatbelt.
The car hums to life as he starts the engine, and the drive begins, the city lights streaming past the windows in streaks of gold and white.
For a while, you sit in comfortable silence, the events of the evening swirling in your mind. But then, a memory crashes into you... what had happened back in the room, before everything was interrupted.
Your heart flutters at the memory... the moment when his lips had been so tantalizingly close to yours, and the way he had laid his heart bare, confessing his feelings with such raw sincerity.
Your fingers fidget in your lap, your gaze flickering to Jungkook as he focuses on the road. He looks calm, but the faint tension in his jaw and the way his hands grip the steering wheel a little too tightly suggest otherwise.
Is he thinking about it, too? You wonder if his mind is replaying the same confession, the same moment the two of you almost kissed, just as yours is.
When the car rolls to a stop right in front of your apartment, neither of you makes the first move to leave. The quiet is serene, the kind that feels full of unspoken words and lingering glances.
You turn your head to look at him, only to find him already gazing at you with those dreamy eyes and that small, endearing smile that could melt glaciers.
"What?" you ask, a soft giggle slipping out despite yourself. "Nothing." he murmurs, his voice tender as his head tilts slightly. "You're just... so pretty."
Your cheeks burn, and you quickly glance out the window to hide your face, biting down on your lower lip to suppress the giddy smile that's threatening to take over.
"You're even prettier when you're all flustered." he adds, his tone teasing, and when you turn back to him, you lightly smack his arm. "Stoppp." you whine, your voice tinged with playful embarrassment.
Jungkook chuckles, and his laughter only deepens the rosy hue on your cheeks.
"I should go." you finally say, straightening in your seat as you fumble with the seatbelt. Jungkook's smile falters just slightly, a flicker of disappointment passing through his eyes, but he nods, understanding.
His gaze drops to the steering wheel as you gather your purse and prepare to step out.
Just as your hand reaches for the door handle, you pause and glance back at him. "Jungkook..." you call out softly, your voice catching his attention immediately. His head snaps up, and he hums in acknowledgment, his eyes searching yours.
You offer him a small, tender smile before leaning across the console. Your hand cradles his cheek gently, and before he can process what's happening, you press a firm, lingering kiss to his lips. His breath hitches, his entire world narrowing to this one perfect moment.
Then, just as quickly as it began, you pull away, your eyes flickering with mischief and affection. Before Jungkook can say or do anything, you dart out of the car, running towards your apartment building with a laugh bubbling up your throat.
He sits there in stunned silence, his lips still tingling from your touch. His wide eyes stare ahead, his mind racing to catch up. Did she just... kiss me?
He quickly turns his head towards the entrance of the building, and there you are, standing under the warm glow of the lights with the brightest smile on your face. His jacket still swallows your frame, the sleeves hanging past your hands as you wave at him enthusiastically.
"Bye!" you call out, your voice slightly muffled by the distance, yet it carries enough warmth to make his heart skip a beat. Before he can even lift his hand to wave back, you're already turning around, disappearing into the building with a spring in your step.
Jungkook leans back in his seat, a soft chuckle escaping him as his fingers brush lightly against his lower lip. In this moment, with your laughter still ringing in his ears and the lingering warmth of your kiss on his lips... he swears he's just won at life.
//
Jungkook scans the campus, his eyes darting from one familiar face to another as he searches for you. Ever since Saturday, he hasn't been able to go a single moment without thoughts of you invading his mind. It's maddening, this constant pull toward you.
He's been trying to find you all morning, but with no shared classes today, it's been nearly impossible to catch even a glimpse of you. Frustration gnaws at him as he exits the cafeteria, his steps aimless, his mind preoccupied. That's when his gaze suddenly lands on the soccer field.
A group of boys are kicking a ball around, their shouts and laughter echoing in the air. But Jungkook barely pays them any mind. Instead, his attention is drawn to the bleachers, where he spots a familiar figure sitting alone.
He squints, trying to get a clearer view through the sunlight streaming down. There you are, perched in the middle of the stands, your laptop balanced on your knees, fingers flying over the keyboard.
For a moment, he hesitates. You look so engrossed, so focused, and he wonders if you're too busy for him. But the thought of walking away without talking to you feels unbearable especially after how things turned out between the two of you on Saturday.
Without overthinking it, he strides towards the field, his steps quickening as he crosses the grass. Reaching the bleachers, he takes the stairs two at a time until he's standing just a few feet away from you.
"Ace." he calls out, his voice carrying a warmth that he hopes catches your attention as he moves closer. You glance up, startled, and the corners of your lips twitch into a small smile when you see him.
The sight of you, framed by the sunlight, takes his breath away for a second.
"You busy?" he asks, nodding towards your laptop, though he's already sliding right beside you, completely ignoring the need for an invitation.
You glance at him briefly, a small smile tugging at your lips as you focus back on the screen. "Yeah, I've got this assignment to finish." you reply, fingers dancing over the keys.
He leans closer, just enough for his shoulder to brush against yours, peeking at your laptop screen with childlike curiosity. "What's it about?" he asks, his tone casual but his attention entirely on you.
You laugh softly, nudging him away playfully. "Nothing you'd find interesting." you say, shaking your head. "Try me." he challenges with a grin.
"Were you looking for me?" you ask, changing the subject, your voice light as you keep typing. "Obviously." he says, without hesitation. You stop typing for a moment, tilting your head to look at him. "Obviously?" you repeat, a teasing edge in your voice.
"Yeah." he replies, leaning back slightly, his expression softening. "I missed you."
The words catch you off guard, making your heart flutter, though you roll your eyes to mask your reaction. "Please." you mutter, shaking your head, but your cheeks are already starting to warm.
"What?" he protests, leaning closer again. "I'm serious. I haven't stopped thinking about you since Saturday."
The way he says it, like it's the most normal thing in the world, sends your stomach into a series of somersaults. "And especially after..." he trails off, a sly grin spreading across his face as his gaze locks with yours.
You narrow your eyes at him, already knowing where he's going. "Don't." you warn. "What? I'm just saying..." He shrugs, feigning innocence, though the grin never leaves his lips. "It's kinda hard to forget when you kissed me like that."
"Jungkook!" you whisper-shout, looking around as if anyone might overhear, even though it's just the two of you by the bleacher stands. You hide your face behind your hands, your laughter muffled but unmistakably bright.
He laughs too, leaning closer, gently pulling your hands away from your face. "Why are you embarrassed? I liked it." he says softly, his tone suddenly tender. Your breath catches as his thumb brushes against your knuckles, the playful atmosphere shifting into something more heartfelt.
"I mean it." he murmurs, his voice low and steady, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. "You've been on my mind nonstop." As he leans closer, the world around you fades into the background.
For a moment, all you can do is stare into his eyes while your heart pounds wildly against your ribs, and before you can stop yourself, a small, shy smile tugs at your lips. "Maybe you've been on my mind too." you admit, your voice soft and trembling with vulnerability.
His lips part slightly, and he tilts his head just enough to close the gap between you further. "Yeah...?" he asks, his voice husky and full of something unspoken but undeniably magnetic.
Your eyes flick down to his lips, and before you realize it, you're wetting your own. The air between you feels charged, like a storm waiting to break. You hum in response, your breath hitching as the space between you grows impossibly small.
"Well, that's good." he whispers, his voice dropping to a near growl, his lips so close now you can almost feel their heat.
Your heart skips a beat as your eyes flutter close, anticipation coursing through your veins. Just as you tilt your head, ready to close the final distance, his breath mingling with yours—
THWACK!
Out of nowhere, Jungkook's hand shoots up beside your head with lightning speed, snatching something in the middle of the air.
The sudden motion jolts your eyes open, a wave of confusion washing over you. In his grasp is a soccer ball, which he swiftly hurls with a force that sends it soaring high into the air.
Jungkook clicks his tongue in frustration, clearly irritated that a moment like this was interrupted once again. "Are you kidding me?" he mutters, his glare fixated on the boys on the field, who offer a sheepish apology before quickly rushing off to retrieve the ball.
But you're not focused on them anymore. Your gaze is fixed on him, still in awe of his reflexes. It takes you a moment to process the rapidity of his movements, and your mind is drawn back to that time when he yanked you out of harm's way, pulling you from the middle of the road just when a car was barreling towards you.
His instincts, so sharp and immediate, leave you in a state of quiet disbelief. How does he react so swiftly? It's almost like he has an inhuman sense for danger, a superhuman awareness that requires no thought, just pure instinct.
"How did you... do that?" The words slip from your lips before you can stop them, your voice almost a whisper, as if still in disbelief. Jungkook glances at you, pretending to be clueless, his lips curling into that familiar mischievous smile.
"Do what?" he asks, his tone laced with mock innocence. "Oh, come on..." you say, frustration and fascination mixing in your voice. "You know exactly what I mean. How did you catch that ball with such ease? And how did you even know it was coming towards us?" Your eyes narrow, searching for any hint of an explanation.
Jungkook just shrugs, his gaze shifting lazily as he casually brushes off the question. "I just... sensed it." he responds with a calmness that only adds to the mystery. There's no sign of strain or effort in his voice, as if it's a completely natural thing for him to do.
You stare at him, still not fully convinced, your mind racing as you try to make sense of his words. How could he possibly have known, and how could his reflexes be so... precise?
As the silence between you lingers, your thoughts finally crystallize into one undeniable conclusion. "Well, your reflexes are... impressive." you murmur softly.
"Thanks, cutie." he says with a grin, before adding. "But honestly, maybe you should move to a safer spot. You know, one without flying soccer balls and potential danger zones." His playful tone draws a giggle from you.
"You're probably right." you admit, shutting your laptop and tucking it under your arm as you stand. Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you glance at him with a smile. "I guess I'll head to the library." you inform him and begin walking past him.
But as you take a few steps, you hear the familiar sound of his sneakers on the ground behind you. Turning slightly, you arch a curious brow at him. "You're coming?" you ask.
He nods, an almost childlike grin lighting up his face. "Of course." he replies casually. "Kook..." you start, a knowing look on your face, "Don't you have class?"
He shrugs, utterly unbothered. "I think sitting next to you in the library while you finish your assignment is way more important." he says, his tone so nonchalant it makes you laugh.
Before you can protest any further, he wraps an arm around your shoulders, steering you towards the library. "Come on, Ace."
//
Finally clicking the submit button, you let out a low groan of relief, stretching your arms and rolling your neck to ease the stiffness. A glance at the clock shows it's almost 6 p.m. Your gaze shifts to the figure beside you, and your heart softens at the sight.
Jungkook's head is resting on the table, his cheek pressed against his forearm, his breaths slow and steady as he sleeps. A small smile tugs at your lips as you watch him, his peaceful expression making your chest ache in the best way.
When he'd promised to accompany you to the library, you'd braced yourself for endless chatter, playful teasing, and his usual antics.
But instead, he stayed quiet, only speaking when he noticed your frustration, gently offering help or encouragement. Eventually, the stillness must have lulled him into sleep.
You chuckle quietly to yourself, leaning a little closer to his sleeping form. Bringing your hand up, your fingers hover over his bangs, which have fallen messily across his eyes.
Gently, you brush them aside, tucking the strands away. "God..." you whisper, your breath catching as you take in his serene face.
Your eyes trace the soft curve of his features... the way his lips are slightly puckered, the faint rise and fall of his chest, and the way the warm library light casts a soft glow on his skin. He looks so perfect, so at peace.
Your heart flutters, a wave of fondness washing over you. You could stay like this forever, just watching him, soaking in his presence. But as endearing as the thought is, you can't ignore the concern creeping in.
The angle at which he's sleeping looks far from comfortable, and you're almost certain he'll wake up with a sore neck.
"Kook." you call softly, your voice barely above a whisper as your hand gently rests on his shoulder. You give him a light shake. "Kook, wake up. I'm done with my assignment." you say, a tender smile gracing your lips.
He stirs slightly, a quiet groan escaping him as he blinks himself awake, his sleepy eyes finding yours. And for a moment, as his gaze locks on yours, you think this moment might be even more perfect than the last.
"Ace..." he murmurs, his voice groggy as he straightens up, rubbing his face with both hands. His eyes blink open briefly before closing again, clearly fighting off the remnants of sleep.
"I'm sorry... I didn't even realize when I dozed off." he says, his fingers running through his messy hair. You giggle softly, charmed by his sleepy state. "It's alright." you assure him. "Why don't we head home?"
He nods, immediately helping you gather your belongings. In no time, the two of you exit the library, stepping into the dimly lit hallways where the faint buzz of students still lingers.
The evening air feels calm, but snippets of conversations drift towards you, most of them buzzing about the same thing.
"Can you believe Spiderman showed up at Jackson's party on Saturday?" someone exclaims.
Jungkook's posture stiffens ever so slightly at the mention of his alter ego, though he quickly masks it, keeping his expression casual.
"I still can't believe Spiderman showed up that night." you say, falling into step beside him as the both of you pass by the chattering group of students. "Yeah, me too." he replies evenly, his voice steady. "It's crazy he came just in time." he adds.
"Exactly!" you beam, your admiration shining through. "He's doing God's work, I swear. Always jumping in to help people when they need him the most. I admire him so much." you say, glancing at Jungkook with a wide smile.
Jungkook matches your smile, though his is softer, almost shy. "Yeah... he seems like a cool guy." he says, his tone measured.
As the familiar gates of the campus come into view, you slow your steps, turning to look at him again. "You know what? I've been saved by Spiderman too." you say quietly, your voice holding a hint of nostalgia.
Jungkook's breath hitches ever so slightly, his heart racing in his chest. He knows exactly what you're referring to. "Oh... really?" he asks, feigning cluelessness.
You nod, a wistful smile tugging at your lips. "Yeah. It's something I'll never forget." you say, your gaze distant for a moment before flicking back to him.
Jungkook hums softly, his fingers curling slightly as he resists the urge to say more. The weight of the secret between you feels heavier now, but he forces himself to stay silent, allowing you to keep believing that you don't actually know who the mysterious hero is.
As the two of you walk out of campus, you can't help but notice how Jungkook keeps his gaze down, his eyes fixed on his feet with each step. It's unusual... strange, even.
The Jungkook you know would usually be brimming with curiosity, bombarding you with questions and probably wanting to know every tiny detail about your encounter with Spiderman.
Yet, he doesn't. He remains quiet, his hands shoved into his pockets, his expression unreadable.
You steal a glance at him, wondering why he isn't asking why you needed saving or what exactly happened or when it happened.
But as you take in his slightly slouched posture and the soft shadows under his eyes, you convince yourself that maybe the remnants of sleep are still clinging to him. Maybe he's just too tired this evening, preferring the quiet.
Jungkook walks you home, just like always, his hand brushing close to yours with every step.
When you finally reach your apartment building, there's a familiar ache in your chest, a reluctance to let the night end so soon.
"Well, Ace." he says, his voice soft, lingering like the evening air. "Guess I'll see you tomorrow." He starts to turn away, but something in you doesn't want to let him go so early.
"Kook!" you call out suddenly.
He halts mid-step, turning back with a curious hum. "Yeah, Ace?" His smile is easy, but the way he looks at you... like you're the only thing worth noticing, makes your heart skip.
You chew nervously on your bottom lip, unsure how to voice what's bubbling inside you. Jungkook notices the hesitation immediately, the way your gaze falters, the way your fingers fidget like they're trying to find courage. He takes a step closer, his eyes encouraging.
"Do you... maybe..." you start as you shift nervously. Your eyes dart to your feet for a moment before you muster the courage to meet his gaze again. "Do you wanna come upstairs and have... ramen?"
Jungkook blinks, his expression momentarily blank, and you can see the wheels turning in his head. Then, a wide grin slowly spreads across his face... a little too smug.
"Ramen?" he repeats, his tone lilting with playful disbelief.
"Yeah..." you say, your voice slightly shaky. "I mean, only if you're not busy or something. No... No pressure." You fidget with your fingers, wishing you could sink into the ground when you hear how nervous you sound.
He steps closer, so close that the scent of his cologne wraps around you. He tilts his head, his dark eyes sparkling with amusement and something softer. "You're telling me..." he begins, his voice low and teasing. "That the girl I've been walking home almost every day, the girl I think about all the time, just invited me upstairs... for ramen?"
Your heart stutters at his words, and you glance away, cheeks burning. "It's just ramen, Jungkook." you mumble, trying to downplay how flustered you feel.
He leans closer, his grin widening as he watches you squirm. "Oh no, Ace. Ramen with you? That's not just ramen... it's the highlight of my life."
You let out a soft laugh, rolling your eyes at him, though your heart feels like it's doing somersaults. "Geez, you're so cheesy."
"And you love it." he quips, winking with a smirk that sends your heart into overdrive. "Besides, how could I be busy when a pretty girl invites me to have ramen with her?"
You purse your lips, trying to fight back the smile threatening to take over. Then, before you can stop yourself, you blurt out. "So... if there was another pretty girl here inviting you for ramen, would you say yes to her too?"
Jungkook's teasing demeanor falters just a little, replaced by something softer. He steps even closer, his playful smirk giving way to a tender expression. "Another pretty girl?" he repeats. "That's impossible. Because to me, you're the only pretty girl to ever exist. No one else even comes close."
You feel your breath hitch, your cheeks warming again as his words sink in. "You're such a dork." you mumble, turning quickly towards the entrance of your building to hide your flustered state as you beginning walking.
Jungkook chuckles and follows you, grinning to himself as you both walk up the stairs.
Once you reach your flat and unlock the door, he leans closer, his voice brushing against your ear. "For the record..." he murmurs. "I'd say yes to ramen with you every single time. Always."
Your heart flutters wildly, and though you try to act composed, you know this boy has you completely wrapped around his finger... and you don't mind it one bit.
//
"Damn, Ace, didn't know you were secretly a professional chef," Jungkook quips, leaning casually against the counter as he watches you pour hot water into the instant ramen containers.
You roll your eyes, scoffing playfully. "Please, professional chef? I can barely cook to save my life. Instant ramen is the height of my culinary expertise." you reply with a resigned sigh, as if you're baring some deep secret.
Jungkook chuckles, shaking his head. "Well, if this is all you can make, you've already won me over."
You smirk, pushing one of steaming containers of ramen towards him. "Here."
He takes it with a grin, the warmth of the container seeping into his palms. Just as he turns to head towards the couch, you stop him. "Wait." you call out. "Do you wanna go up to the terrace?"
Jungkook pauses, glancing back at you with a curious expression. "The terrace?" he echoes, his eyebrows raised. You nod, setting your own container down for a moment.
"Yeah. My landlord keeps it open all the time, and it's a nice spot to relax. The breeze up there in the evening feels amazing. And trust me, ramen always tastes a hundred times better up there. I do it all the time."
He lets out a low whistle, clearly intrigued. "Well, who am I to argue with the ramen expert? Lead the way, Ace." he says with a lopsided grin.
You shake your head, trying to suppress the smile tugging at your lips. "Let me grab us some blankets first. It gets a little chilly up there." you say, already moving towards your bedroom.
You pause at the door, glancing back at him. "If you don't mind, could you grab two soda cans from the fridge?"
Jungkook salutes dramatically, his grin widening. "Yes, ma'am." he replies, making his way to the fridge.
As he pulls the cans out, he can't help but smile to himself, feeling oddly delighted by the domesticity of it all. Your random invitation, your apartment, even the small request to grab sodas... it all feels so intimate, so comfortably you.
He pauses for a moment, holding the cold cans in his hands, and lets the feeling wash over him. This is you letting him in, in your own subtle, unspoken way.
It's not grand or flashy, but it's real, and it's enough to make his chest ache with a quiet, unexpected joy. All he can think about is how utterly blessed he feels to be here, in this moment, with you.
Soon enough, you return with the blankets draped over your arms, and before you know it, the two of you are climbing the stairs to the rooftop.
The faint creak of the door gives way to a breathtaking view, and Jungkook steps out first, taking in the expanse of the city sprawled before him.
The horizon glimmers with city lights, and the soft hues of twilight paint the sky in shades of deep blue and fading gold. "Wow, it really is nice up here." Jungkook breathes, his voice tinged with genuine awe.
"I told you." you say, smiling as you glance at him. "The breeze up here is perfect, and the view makes everything taste better."
You both settle on the cool ground, the chilled surface beneath you contrasting with the warmth of the blanket Jungkook drapes over your legs while he keeps the other blanket loosely on his knee.
The quiet hum of the city below rises faintly, mingling with the rustle of the breeze as the two of you dig into the ramen, the steam curling into the cool night air.
You glance at Jungkook, the faint glow of the rooftop lights catching the subtle curves of his face as he eats, his features softened by the serenity of the moment.
But as much as you want to savor the calm, your mind is elsewhere... tangled in the unspoken words you've been carrying since Saturday.
You didn't invite Jungkook over just for ramen. There's a deeper purpose behind this seemingly ordinary evening. Ever since you kissed him that night, the weight of his confession has lingered heavily on your mind, accompanied by the guilt of not giving him a proper answer.
Now that the anger and hurt from that one fateful weekend have finally faded, you can see things clearly. You've realized that his feelings deserve an answer... one you've kept bottled up, partly out of fear, partly out of your own stubbornness.
And tonight, under the vast expanse of stars, you want him to know. You want to tell him that you feel the same.
"Kook..." you call out softly. He pauses, a noodle dangling from his lips as he turns to look at you, his wide eyes meeting yours. There's a hint of curiosity there, but mostly he's just... Jungkook, always patient, always steady, even when you're unsure of yourself.
"I..." you begin, licking your lips nervously, the taste of the warm broth still clinging to your tongue. "I realized I never actually responded to your confession. You know... at the party."
His lips twitch slightly, the faintest trace of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he sets his ramen down. The playful glint in his eyes tells you he's already enjoying this, even before you've said anything else.
"Uh-huh." he hums, dragging out the sound as he leans back a little, one arm propping him up effortlessly. "And why's that, huh? I thought that kiss you gave me had already sealed the deal."
Your jaw drops, heat rushing to your face as you gape at him. "What?!" you exclaim. "Sealed the deal? Are you saying—WAIT, we're dating already?!"
He chuckles, a low, teasing sound that only makes your cheeks burn hotter. "What, you didn't know?" he asks, feigning surprise as he sits up straighter. "Wow, Ace. Here I was, thinking I was off the market and everything."
"What?" you ask, still baffled. Jungkook loves the look on your face. God, every time he thinks you can't get any cuter, you prove him wrong, and he just can't resist the urge to tease you.
"Wow, Ace, this is making me sad. You think we aren't dating already while I already told my friends all about my amazing girlfriend and the little kiss she gave me."
You gape at him, heat rising to your cheeks. "Jungkook!" you exclaim, lightly swatting his arm. "You did not tell anyone that!"
"Oh, I definitely did," he says, his voice laced with playful mischief. "Told both Jimin and Taehyung. I mean, I had to brag, right? They were both jealous, by the way."
You sputter, words failing you as he stares at you with the most infuriatingly smug expression. "You're impossible." you mutter, shaking your head in disbelief.
"And yet..." he counters smoothly, his voice dipping into something softer, warmer. "You invited me over for ramen. So, really... who's the impossible one here?"
You roll your eyes, the corners of your lips twitching despite your best efforts to look annoyed. "Kook, I'm being serious." you say, your tone quieter now, the teasing atmosphere fading as you lean forward slightly.
"And I'm listening." he replies, his gaze steady as his teasing smile softens into something more sincere. "Go on, Ace. I'm all ears."
You take a deep breath, the weight of your emotions pressing heavily against your chest. "What I'm trying to say is... I like you too, Jungkook. Like, a lot." Your voice wavers, but you push through, determined to finally let it all out.
"I just... I was scared to let you in. I had all these doubts and insecurities that kept holding me back. It took me a while to realize you were actually being sincere and... I needed time to figure out my own feelings."
Your hands tremble slightly as you set your container of ramen aside, your gaze finally locking with his. The cool night air seems to hold its breath as you take the leap you've been avoiding.
"But now I'm sure." you say. "I want to give this a chance. I want us to work out." A shy smile spreads across your lips, one filled with quiet hope.
For a moment, he doesn't respond, his expression unreadable, and the silence stretches just enough to make your nerves spike.
But then, slowly, his lips curve into a smile... a real one, bright and genuine, the kind that lights up his entire face and makes your heart stutter in your chest.
"Finally." he murmurs, his voice low but brimming with warmth as he leans a little closer, his dark eyes locked onto yours. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear you say that."
The sincerity in his tone sends a rush of emotions flooding through you, and you can't help the small laugh that escapes. "Really?" you ask, your voice soft with disbelief.
"Really." he affirms. "Ace, I've been crazy about you since the beginning. And trust me, you're worth every second of the wait."
Your heart races as he reaches out, his hand brushing against yours, his touch warm despite the chill of the night. "And just so we're clear..." he adds, his tone playful again. "We are actually dating now. No takesy backsies."
You laugh despite yourself, the tension dissolving as you swat his arm lightly again. "You're so annoying." you mutter, though the smile on your face says otherwise.
"And yet, you like me." he quips, his grin softening as he leans back, the stars above reflecting like tiny galaxies in his eyes. You shake your head with a small laugh, returning your attention to your ramen, but Jungkook's gaze lingers on you, his heart feeling impossibly full.
To be here, like this... with you, feels surreal. His chest swells with an indescribable warmth, a mix of joy, gratitude, and something so deep it almost feels sacred.
He's spent so long wanting this, dreaming of this moment where the space between you would no longer feel insurmountable.
Now, sitting beside you under the open sky, your laughter ringing softly in his ears, it feels like he's stumbled into a piece of forever. The stars above pale in comparison to the light he feels radiating from you.
But as his heart revels in this newfound closeness, a pang of unease cuts through him. You've trusted him with so much tonight, your words raw and honest, and yet... he's been keeping something from you.
His alter ego, the double life he's carefully shielded from the world, remains a secret from you too. The weight of it gnaws relentlessly at his conscience, each passing second adding to the burden.
It feels wrong... like he's betraying the very thing he's worked so hard to rebuild with you.
You glance at him suddenly, oblivious to the turmoil brewing inside him. “Kook, can I ask you something?” you ask softly, setting your container aside again.
His throat tightens, a mix of anxiety and anticipation building within him. He doesn’t know what you’re about to ask, but he manages a small smile, nodding.
“Why... why didn’t you show up that day?” The words are tentative but heavy, carrying the weight of unspoken hurt. His breath catches in his lungs.
It’s as if your question aligns perfectly with the turmoil in his mind, directly touching the secret he’s been hiding... the very one he so desperately wants to reveal.
“It’s just…” you continue, your voice wavering slightly. “You didn’t show up, and I was so mad at you that I didn’t even stop to think if something might’ve been wrong. Was everything okay that day?”
Jungkook feels his heart crack at the sight of your concern. The genuine worry in your eyes only amplifies the guilt gnawing at him. How could he have kept something so monumental from you?
He swallows hard, his throat tight, and suddenly, the weight of his secret becomes unbearable. The need to confess is overwhelming, pressing against him like a tidal wave he can no longer hold back.
"Y/n..." he begins, his voice unsteady as he sets his ramen aside as well. The way he says your name, low and serious, makes you furrow your brows. His expression has shifted, the playful spark replaced by something heavier, more vulnerable.
"Yes Kook." you say softly, slightly confused by the sudden change in his demeanor. His eyes search yours, as if trying to find the courage to say the words he's been holding back.
"I... I have something to tell you." The words tumble from his lips, as though they’ve been wrenched from the deepest part of him. The urgency in his tone makes your stomach twist with unease.
You watch as Jungkook drags a hand through his hair, his usual air of confidence entirely absent. The nervous energy radiating from him is palpable, and it sets your heart racing.
“Yes, Kook?” you ask gently, your voice soft in an attempt to coax him into sharing whatever’s weighing on him. His eyes meet yours briefly, before flickering away like he can’t bear to hold your gaze for too long.
He opens his mouth to speak but falters, his throat bobbing with a hard swallow. Then, without a word, he abruptly rises to his feet, his movements sharp and restless. You blink in surprise as he takes a few steps away walking towards the parapet, his back turned to you now.
Jungkook exhales shakily, his shoulders stiff as he grips the edge of the parapet. The city sprawls out before him. He stares out at the distant rooftops, the low hum of the city serving as a backdrop to his spiraling thoughts.
"I just…" he starts, but the words catch in his throat, leaving his sentence unfinished. His hands clutch the cold edge of the parapet tighter, the tension in his frame visible even from where you sit.
Your concern grows with each passing second. Rising to your feet, you walk towards him. “Hey... what’s going on, Kook?” You reach out hesitantly, your palm resting on his shoulder. “Talk to me.” you urge, standing beside him now.
He turns to face you slowly, his eyes darting to yours for the briefest moment before looking away "I…” His voice is raw and trembling with emotion. “Y/n, it’s just…” He trails off again, his brows furrowed as if the words are physically painful to say.
You inch closer, your hand brushing against his arm in silent encouragement. “Take your time.” you say softly, your tone patient and understanding.
Jungkook swallows hard, his breathing uneven. “I don’t know how to tell you this...” he admits. “It’s just… it’s hard, Y/n”
Your chest tightens at the vulnerability in his words. Whatever he’s holding back, it’s tearing him apart. “Hey...” you say gently, lifting your hand to cup his face so that he can face you, your thumb brushing lightly along his cheekbone.
“We don’t have to talk about it if you’re not ready.” you assure him.
God, why did you have to be this understanding? Why did you have to look at him like that... with eyes so full of patience, warmth, and a kindness so profound it pierced straight through him?
It was as if you could see every fragile part of him and chose to cradle it with care instead of turning away. It wasn’t fair. How could you be so gentle when he was so tangled in guilt, fear, and secrets? How could you make him feel seen, safe, and utterly unworthy all at once?
Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut, shaking his head as if trying to dispel the overwhelming emotions surging through him. He steps away from your hold and his hands grip the parapet again.
“No… no, I can’t—” he starts, his voice breaking, but he stops himself, shaking his head more furiously.
You sigh softly, stepping back to give him space. “Kook, it’s okay.” you murmur. “We can talk about it another day if you need more time.” Your voice is calm, soothing, but your heart aches at the sight of him unraveling.
You gesture towards the blankets and ramen waiting for you both on the ground. “Let’s finish eating and head back downstairs, yeah?” you suggest, turning to return to your spot.
But Jungkook knows he can’t wait. The weight in his chest is unbearable now, the truth clawing its way out. He watches you move away, his senses overwhelmed by the thought of losing this chance, this moment.
Before he can think, his body reacts on instinct.
Just as you take another step, you hear a sharp thwip. Something attaches to your hip, and before you can process it, you’re being twirled around and pulled forward with a startling force.
You gasp, the world spinning for a fraction of a second, before you find yourself pressed firmly against a broad, solid chest. Your arms instinctively reach out, your fingers clutching at a pair of sturdy shoulders.
Your wide eyes lock with Jungkook’s, his face just inches from yours. Your breaths come in uneven gasps, your chest rising and falling as you try to process what just happened.
His hands rest securely on your waist, the warmth of his touch grounding you even as it sends your thoughts into chaos. He pulls you just a little closer, and your lips part, words faltering as you try to make sense of it all.
"What just—" you begin, your eyes darting downward to the nonexistent space between your bodies. Your hands instinctively move to his nape, fingers gripping gently, seeking stability in the whirlwind of the moment.
"Kook, what just happ—" Your voice falters, trailing into silence as your eyes search his, desperate for answers, for clarity.
But instead of speaking, a small, almost shy smile curls at the corners of Jungkook’s lips. It’s a smile that’s equal parts tender and mischievous, one that sets your heart racing.
"Come here." he murmurs, his voice low and intimate, carrying the weight of the moment.
His hands slide up your sides gently, until they cradle your jaw, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks with a touch that feels like both a question and a promise.
And then his lips meet yours. Warm, soft, and undeniably certain, the kiss steals every thought from your mind. There’s no space for hesitation, no room for protest... only the way you melt into him, your body responding instinctively as his hands curl around the back of your neck, drawing you impossibly closer.
At first, the kiss is slow, a careful exploration of emotions long kept at bay. But then it deepens.
Jungkook tilts his head, his mouth opening wider as he pours every unspoken word, every buried feeling, into you. Your arms tighten around him, fingers tangling in his hair as you kiss him back with a passion that matches his own, your heart pounding like it might burst.
When you finally pull away, your lungs burn for air, your chest heaving as you struggle to catch your breath. The reality of it all hits you at once, like a tidal wave crashing over you.
"You’re… you’re Spiderman?" you whisper, the revelation tumbling from your lips in a breathless rush, your eyes wide with both awe and disbelief.
A low chuckle rumbles from Jungkook’s chest, his forehead resting against yours as his thumb brushes over your cheek. "Shut up." he murmurs, his voice teasing but thick with emotion.
And then he pulls you back in, capturing your lips once more, like he’s afraid to let go, like this moment is all that matters.
The kiss leaves your knees trembling, and Jungkook, despite the control he’s trying to maintain, is utterly unraveling.
The way you clutch onto him, desperate and unyielding, the way your body molds against his... God, it’s maddeningly euphoric, almost narcotic in its allure.
Every sensation, every taste, feels heightened, like you’ve set his very being on fire.
When he feels your tongue brush against his, a shiver courses through him, and the soft, breathless gasps escaping your lips only fuel his resolve to pour everything he’s ever felt for you into this kiss.
When he finally pulls away, your lips part from his reluctantly, your eyes remaining shut as if to savor the lingering warmth of his touch. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, and your forehead rests against his, grounding yourself in the moment.
“Wow…” you exhale shakily, the word slipping out of your lips like a confession. “Wow… just…” you attempt to speak, but the words falter. You’re spellbound, caught in the gravity of what just transpired.
The truth, the kiss, the sheer intensity of the moment... it’s all so utterly consuming, like the world has shifted on its axis.
“Well…” Jungkook begins softly as he steps back just slightly, enough to give you space, but his hands remain on your waist as though afraid to let go entirely.
His gaze searches yours, his dark eyes swimming with a mixture of vulnerability and tenderness, as if this moment might shatter under the weight of the truth. “I didn’t know how to tell you.”
Your breath catches in your throat as his words hang in the air, heavy and significant.
“And I just knew...” he continues, his voice growing softer. “That I couldn’t keep it from you anymore... especially now. Especially when we’re finally here... when I finally have you this close.” His thumb brushes against your side in a soothing motion, a silent attempt to anchor you as the realization starts to sink in.
“So… this...” you begin hesitantly, your voice trembling. “This is why you didn’t show up that day?”
His jaw tightens, and for a moment, he looks down, as though ashamed. “Yes.” he admits.
Your mind reels as the pieces begin to fall into place. Images flash through your memory... the articles you read, news reports, moments you never fully understood until now.
“Oh my god…” you let out, your hands instinctively gripping his arms as if to steady yourself. “This is why you couldn’t show up. You were…” Your voice falters as the truth becomes undeniable. “You were saving... all those people from that... that fire.”
He nods slowly, his expression softening. “Yes, baby.” he murmurs. “I was. And I’m so sorry. I should’ve just called, I should’ve told you—”
“Wait...” you interrupt, your words coming faster now as another realization crashes over you. “And… so you’re the one who—” You pause, your heart pounding as the memory resurfaces. “You’re the one who saved me that day? In that alley?”
His silence is all the confirmation you need.
“Oh my god, Kook...” you gasp. The memory of being pulled away from danger, of feeling a presence so familiar yet so unrecognizable, the elusive déjà vu that always lingered just out of reach, floods your senses.
“That's how you knew my address... oh my god... that was you. It was you all along.” Your words tumble out in a rush, chaotic and overwhelmed, but Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind. His eyes remain fixed on yours, an expression so tender, so full of unspoken love, that it sends a deep ache through your chest.
“I… I don’t even know what to say…” you stammer, your trembling hands moving to cup his face, your fingers grazing the sharp edges of his jaw. “You’ve been there all this time, haven’t you? Even at the party… you saved that guy. And that day on the road when that car almost hit me—oh my god…”
Your eyes widen as the puzzle pieces click into place, every moment you’d brushed off as coincidence now feeling monumental. “No wonder your reflexes are so good! Are those… like… your Spidey senses or something?”
A soft laugh escapes Jungkook’s lips, a sound so comforting that it momentarily steadies your racing heart. He lifts his hands to cover yours, his palms warm against your skin as he leans into your touch.
“Yeah...” he murmurs, a faint smile curving his lips. “I guess you could call them my Spidey senses.”
“You’re incredible.” you confess, your voice trembling with unrestrained emotion. “Do you even realize how incredible you are?”
A soft, almost bashful smile flits across his lips, but it vanishes as his eyes meet yours, raw and unguarded. “I don’t care about being incredible.” he murmurs, leaning forward to peck your lips. “I just care about you. About us.”
Your heart feels as if it might burst, the intensity of his words unraveling something deep within you. You lean forward, your forehead gently pressing against his.
“I know it’s a lot to take in...” he says softly, closing his eyes. “It is.” you admit. “But you could’ve told me, you know...” you murmur. “I would’ve understood.”
His eyes flutter open, glistening with a mixture of regret and relief. “I know...” he whispers, his voice thick with the weight of unspoken apologies. “I know that now.” he says, leaning in, his lips brushing against yours with a tenderness that leaves you breathless.
The kiss is soft, a mosaic of emotions woven into one unspoken promise. It carries the weight of his regrets, the depth of his feelings, and the strength of his resolve. Your hands find their way to his hair, fingers threading through the soft strands as you pull him closer, anchoring yourself to this moment.
Jungkook sighs into the kiss, his hands firm on your waist, grounding you both in a reality that feels too fragile and too perfect all at once.
When you finally part, your breaths intertwine in the fragile space between you.
“You’re not just Spiderman to me...” you murmur, your voice trembling with emotion but carrying an unmistakable firmness. “Not the masked vigilante, or whatever these people like to call you…” Your words waver, but you hold his gaze.
“Because before all of that... before everything... you’re Jungkook. You’re my Jungkook.”
His lips curve into a soft smile with his heart somersaulting in his chest.
Slowly, reverently, he raises his hand to cup your cheek, his touch featherlight yet grounding. His thumb moves in gentle circles against your skin, as if trying to memorize the texture of this moment.
Then, with infinite tenderness, he leans in, pressing the softest, most delicate kiss to your forehead... a silent promise, a gesture filled with love too profound for words.
“And you’re my everything.”
—fin. ♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ
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