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Hate sex is still sex. — part 7 | ᴊᴇᴏɴ ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ

You just got dumped. The one behind it? your boyfriend’s best friend Jungkook who’s hated you from day one. You hate him. He hates you. One thing’s for sure: when hate turns into desire, it gets messy, it gets reckless… and yes, hate sex is still sex.

7’— When did casual start feeling like something you couldn’t walk away from… when he kissed you like it was anything but casual?

🧷Pairing: Jungkook x brat!reader

🧷Genre: enemies with benefits

🧷Warnings: 18+ content, angst, yearning, fake dating, miscommunication, commitment issues!y/n, meandom!jk x patheticsub!y/n, smut, spoiled,richgirl!y/n, pussydrunk!jk, use of y/n, (mdni)!!

🧷wc: 13.5k

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The steady hum of voices blurred into noise.

“…maintenance still hasn’t fixed the second floor showers,” someone complained, “It’s been four days. four.”

Another voice chimed in immediately. “And the AC in the west wing is still broken. It smells like a damn sauna in there.”

You nodded once, barely listening.

The long conference table stretched in front of you, cluttered with half empty iced coffees, notebooks, and printed agendas that you hadn’t actually read. The room buzzed with tension and impatience simmering just beneath the surface.

Normally, you would’ve been steering the meeting, leading the discussion and fixing whatever maintenance problems your sorority sisters threw your way, as you were their president, after all. Lately, though, your attention had been somewhere else entirely.

Voices overlapped across the table, complaints stacking on top of each other, something about broken showers, something about the west wing air conditioning. You heard the words, but they didn’t stick.

Your pen tapped idly against the table. once. twice. again.

And then, your thoughts drifted..

To the last time you saw Jungkook, standing close, fingers twisted into silk like he was holding himself back from something reckless.

Back to the sound of your own voice saying something you couldn’t take back.

“…And honestly, it’s not even that good.”

Your jaw tightened slightly at the memory as Jungkook’s expression flashed behind your eyes, the way his face had gone still, dangerous in that quiet way that meant he was holding himself back from doing something reckless.. from saying something worse. from touching you again.

You swallowed, forcing your gaze back to the table.

“…y/n?” A sharp nudge hit your arm. You blinked, pulled back into the present. Lina sat beside you, brows pulled tight as she leaned slightly closer, her voice barely audible. “You weren’t listening,” she whispered.

The room had gone quiet, every pair of eyes trained on you, sharp with annoyance.

You straightened slightly in your chair, forcing composure back into place, slipping into the version of yourself everyone expected.

“Sorry,” you said. And immediately, the room stilled even further into confused silence this time.

Lina froze beside you. Across the table, someone let out a quiet scoff. “wow,” another girl muttered, not nearly quiet enough. “did hell freeze over?”

A few soft laughs followed after, sharp and disbelieving. You ignored them and instead forced yourself to focus.

“Maintenance submitted three requests already,” you said, despite the lingering distraction in your head. “I’ll escalate it to housing services myself if they don’t respond by tonight.”

but then, “why would she care anyway?” someone muttered from the far end of the table.

Your hand stilled against the papers in front of you.

“I mean,” the girl continued, shrugging lazily, “she lives in a freaking penthouse. broken showers and no AC probably aren’t exactly her problem.” a few murmurs of agreement followed. Your jaw tightened, because that wasn’t a fair judgement.

Not even close.

You leaned back slightly in your chair, fixing her with a calm, unimpressed stare. “If I didn’t care,” you said coolly, “none of this would be getting fixed in the first place.”

Silence flickered across the room. You didn’t need to raise your voice, “I filed the maintenance requests,” you continued, voice even. “I followed up with housing twice. I approved the emergency budget for temporary repairs.”

Your gaze sharpened slightly. “So if you think I don’t care,” you added, “you’re welcome to handle it yourself next time.”

The room fell quiet again, tension lingering in the air. Normally, moments like this didn’t bother you, as you would’ve brushed it off without thinking twice. But lately, everything felt sharper and more irritating. Exhausting, even.

Your fingers tightened slightly around your pen.

This wouldn’t be happening if he hadn’t walked out.

The thought came uninvited. Jungkook had a way of doing that lately, lingering in your head long after he left the room.

The rest of the meeting passed in a blur. You nodded where appropriate, and approved requests without missing a beat, your voice steady enough that no one could accuse you of neglecting your duties. By the time you closed your folder and called the meeting to an end, everything had been addressed. As usual, you carried it, and as usual, no one thanked you.

Chairs scraped loudly against the floor as everyone stood. A few girls shot curious, judgemental glances in your direction, like they’d just witnessed something mildly entertaining rather than deeply irritating.

You ignored them, gathering your papers into a neat stack, more focused on maintaining control over something... anything... than the papers themselves. If you moved quickly enough, you could slip out before anyone tried to psychoanalyze your mood further.

Unfortunately, that plan died almost immediately.

“Hey.”

Lina stepped directly into your path before you could reach the door, arms loosely crossed, her expression hovering somewhere between concern and mild suspicion. She tilted her head slightly as she looked at you, eyes narrowing just enough to let you know she wasn’t buying whatever performance you were about to put on.

“Are you, like… okay?”

You scoffed quietly, slinging your bag over your shoulder with more force than necessary. “Yeah,” you replied, already defensive. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Lina didn’t look convinced. Not even a little. “I don’t know,” she said slowly, studying your face in a way that felt unnecessarily invasive. “You just seemed really distracted in there.”

You rolled your eyes immediately, irritation sparking to life. “Well, I was distracted for, like, one second,” you shot back. “And suddenly everyone decided to gang up on me like I’d committed sorority treason, or something.”

Lina let out a quiet huff of agreement. “Okay, yeah,” she admitted. “That was a bit much. They were definitely doing the most.”

A pause followed, “They’re just looking for chances to humble you,” she added, voice dry with quiet honesty.

Your shoulders loosened slightly at the validation, but Lina wasn’t done yet.

“But still,” she continued, narrowing her eyes again, “this isn’t the first time you’ve looked like this lately. distracted, and almost… bored.”

You stiffened slightly at that. “Well, Lina,” you said flatly, “you’re imagining things.”

“Mhm,” she hummed, clearly unconvinced.

You stepped past her, heading toward the hallway, hoping movement alone would signal the end of the conversation.

“I mean,” Lina continued casually as she fell into step beside you, “you even said sorry back there.”

Your steps slowed slightly, just for a moment. “And what about it?” you asked, forcing nonchalance into your tone.

Lina stopped walking entirely and stared at you like you’d just admitted to committing tax fraud.

“Are you kidding me?” she said. “You never say sorry. Like… ever.”

You scoffed, brushing the comment off. “Yeah,” you replied dryly. “Because I’m not wrong the majority of the time.”

“C’mon.” There was something softer in her voice now, but the disbelief remained.

And that was when the thought landed.

Oh.

Right.

You slowed to a stop, the realization settling into your chest. You didn’t apologize. Ever. Not without reason, not without weighing the consequences first.

Which meant…

You turned slightly toward Lina again, brows knitting together as the thought took shape.

“Wait,” you said slowly, the words forming more carefully now. “So you’re saying it’s totally odd that I apologize… right? Even if I did something wrong?”

Lina blinked, clearly thrown off by the shift in direction.

“I mean…” she hesitated, studying your face like she was trying to figure out how this conversation had spiraled into philosophical territory. “If you did something wrong, I’d obviously want you to apologize.”

A brief pause followed. “But it’s not like you ever do,” she added honestly. “So yeah. It’s not exactly… on brand for you.”

On brand.

Yeah.

You never apologize.

That just wasn’t how you operated. Not emotionally, not socially, not even the slightest bit strategically. You weren’t careless or cruel despite what half the house liked to whisper behind your back. you were just careful, and guarded in ways they labeled arrogance.

Protective over your feelings.

And more importantly, you were almost never wrong.

Not in ways that demanded apology.

So why the hell should Jungkook be any different?

Maybe you didn’t need to apologize after all.

Maybe that stupid, fleeting instinct to fix things, to smooth things over had just been a temporary lapse in judgment brought on by exhaustion and irritation and the lingering memory of his voice still echoing in your head.

Because if you really thought about it, you hadn’t been the only one at fault. Not even close.

He was the one who disappeared. Vanished for five days without explanation, only to come back looking worn down and distant, brushing off your questions like they were inconveniences rather than completely reasonable concerns.

He was the one who left when things had started to feel… different.

Like something had shifted between you.

Of course you got defensive after, said things you probably shouldn’t have. That was... just how you protected yourself before anyone else had the chance to hurt you first.

Honestly, fuck him.

The thought settled firmly into place, sharp and satisfying in the way righteous anger always was.

He didn’t deserve your apology.

If anything, he should be the one apologizing to you.

If anything, he should be the one apologizing to you... a thought you carried so stubbornly with you all day which, logically speaking, should have kept you at home like every other day, pretending he didn’t exist. Pretending like the two of you hadn’t even spoken since your last fight. And its been what? Nearly a week?

Unfortunately, logic had never been your strongest skill when it came to Jungkook. Which was exactly why you were currently sitting in the backseat of your car, parked a few buildings down from his apartment like some kind of emotionally unstable stalker.

The irony wasn’t lost on you.

Streetlights cast long streaks across the pavement outside, their glow slipping through the tinted windows and settling faintly against your lap. the city had quieted into a strange late night stillness. distant traffic hummed somewhere far off, muted and unimportant.

Unlike the situation you had somehow managed to drag yourself into.

You shifted slightly in your seat, crossing and uncrossing your legs for what had to be the tenth time in the last five minutes. the leather beneath you creaked softly.

Your driver remained silent at the front, wisely pretending not to notice the fact that his boss’s daughter had been sitting outside a random apartment building for nearly fifteen minutes without saying a word.

humiliating.

truly.

You sighed quietly and reached for your phone, more out of restlessness than curiosity. If you were going to sit here contemplating your dignity like it was on life support, you might as well have something to distract yourself with.

Your thumb moved automatically, unlocking the screen, peeking at news notifications, emails, calendar alerts, though one headline caught your eye almost immediately.

Zhao Seo-Hwa to Host Annual Charity Gala This Saturday — City’s Elite Expected to Attend

Of course the universe would shove that in your face right now.

Your jaw tightened slightly as irritation flared to life again, sharp and immediate. you had picked up your phone for distraction, not reminders, not your mother, or the gala. not the endless expectations that came attached to your last name like an unavoidable accessory.

With an annoyed exhale, you scrolled past it, further down until another headline replaced it.

Local Delivery Worker Hospitalized After Late Night Hit-and-Run — Authorities Searching for Suspect Vehicle

Your thumb hovered briefly before tapping the article open. a grainy photo filled the screen, flashing police lights, blurred figures gathered around what looked like a crumpled delivery bike lying on its side near the curb. yellow tape stretched across the scene, stark against the darkness.

Shaking your head slightly, you exited the article with a quiet exhale. just another unfortunate story tucked into the endless cycle of bad news flooding your screen.

You locked your phone, and that was when you saw him, across the street.

Your breath stalled.

Even from this distance, you recognized the way Jungkook moved with his shoulders slightly hunched, hood pulled low over his head despite the mild weather. his hands were shoved deep into the pockets of his jacket as he walked toward his building entrance, steps steady but heavier than usual.

You glanced at the time on your phone. he was late.

Your brows knitted together slightly as you watched him approach the entrance looking more worn down than usual. He paused briefly at the door, fishing his keys from his pocket before unlocking it quickly, slipping inside without looking back.

You stared at the now closed entrance, irritation bubbling beneath your ribs again, quick and sharp. So he was just getting home now? really?

Interesting.

You leaned back into the seat, exhaling slowly as your thoughts tangled together into one massive, irritating knot.

Maybe you should just leave. seriously. Just tell the driver to go.

Forget the apology, forget the pride-swallowing humiliation. forget Jungkook and his stupid mysterious behaviour and his infuriating ability to linger in your head long after he left the room.

you really didn’t need this. didn’t need him and the emotional headache attached to his existence.

Your fingers hovered near the door handle briefly, before your phone buzzed suddenly in your hand, making you glance down automatically.

Yoona: Don’t forget!! mom expects you both at the gala. No excuses.

You stared at the message. the words felt less like a reminder and more like a slap to the face.

Right. the gala.

the real reason you were here.

Your shoulders sank slightly as reality settled back into place, heavy and unavoidable.

There it was... your choice.

Either swallow your pride and walk upstairs, apologize to Jungkook, or show up to the gala alone and explain to your mother why your ’boyfriend’ mysteriously failed to appear.

humiliation versus pride.

public embarrassment versus private dignity.

trash versus garbage.

neither option appealing.

You let out a quiet, irritated sigh. “Stay here,” you muttered to the driver. He nodded without question.

You pushed the door open and stepped out onto the sidewalk, the cool night air brushing against your skin immediately. The sound of the car door closing behind you echoed faintly through the quiet street, louder than it should have been.

Your heels clicked sharply against the pavement as you approached the entrance, each step heavier than the last. By the time you reached his door, your confidence had thinned into something dangerously close to hesitation.

This was ridiculous. absolutely ridiculous.

You were standing outside Jungkook’s apartment building like some desperate ’girlfriend’ about to beg for forgiveness... which, frankly, felt wildly inaccurate and deeply offensive to your personal brand.

You inhaled slowly, exhaled, nearly turned around, seriously considered it.

For half a second, your foot even shifted slightly, angling toward the sidewalk behind you like your body was already making the decision your pride desperately wanted.

But then, yoona’s message flashed again in your mind.

Fine.

Fine.

You reached forward before you could overthink it again and pressed the buzzer. Your hand hovered uselessly for a beat, frozen halfway to the door.

The door swung open.

Jungkook stood there, shirtless, a towel draped lazily over one broad shoulder. His hair was damp, dark strands clinging to the forehead. His dark eyes narrowed slightly at the sight of you as he scanned you head to toe with those unreadable eyes, before his expression settled into something cool and guarded.

The casual domesticity made him look like he belonged in a quiet, normal life. not in the tangled mess the two of you had made. You hadn’t expected to see this version of him tonight, especially after the way he’d walked out of the fitting room a few days ago.

The silence between you since then had been heavy, unresolved. yet your body, traitorous as always, reacted instantly, the familiar association your mind had wired into every encounter with Jungkook: sex.

It went against every moral you tried to cling to, but the pull was instinctive, embarrassing in its strength.

“Hi,” you managed, the word slipping out softer, shy in a way that felt completely unfair after everything.

“Hi,” Jungkook said back.

He looked mildly surprised to see you at his door this late, a faint twitch in his brow betraying it, but the assumption clicked into place almost immediately.

“I haven’t showered yet,” he said, voice low and rough, almost indifferent, though his gaze fell on the hem of your skirt briefly.

“No, it’s fine,” you replied quickly, smoothing an invisible crease in your skirt, forcing your tone steady. “Can I… come in?”

He blinked once, then stepped aside without a word, towel shifting against his shoulder. you walked past him, heels clicking sharply against the hardwood floor, every sound seeming louder in the quiet apartment.

The apartment was painfully bland, minimalist to the point of austerity. nothing like the curated chaos of your penthouse. yet there was a quiet order to it that made your stomach twist with awareness.

He didn’t look back. Just headed straight toward his bedroom, expecting you to follow.

You did. each step making your nerves pull tighter.

Once you were in his bedroom, you perched very awkwardly at the very edge of his bed while he went back to the bathroom. You could hear him moving around, turning the tap off, opening and closing counters with quiet, unhurried sounds.

This was the same bed that had always unraveled into heat and recklessness between the two of you. now it felt foreign, almost wrong. The silence stretched, thick and heavy. your hands rested in your lap, fingers twisting the hem of your skirt as you waited for him to come out of the bathroom.

A moment later, Jungkook reappeared in the doorway, still shirtless. he rummaged through his wardrobe for something, back partially turned to you, muscles shifting smoothly under golden skin with every small movement.

You couldn’t help but notice the subtle change in his movements that seemed heavier somehow. There was an exhaustion to him, like something had worn him down long before you arrived.

The last time you’d seen him like this had been a few days ago… when he’d approached you at the fitting room out of the blue.

Your gaze drifted to his hand, catching on the faint bruise blooming across his knuckles. one you were certain hadn’t been there before. But instead of questioning him, you let yourself sink into your own thoughts, swallowing the question before it ever made it to your lips.

Impatience cracked through you in the next few seconds as he was taking way too much time, and you wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. The apology, the gala, the invitation you’d come to force out.

“Jungkook…” you started, voice sharp with impatience bleeding through because he still wasn’t moving fast enough for your fraying nerves.

“Yeah,” he murmured, low and amused in that detached way of his. he turned so he was facing you fully. “Sorry.”

He crossed the room in two unhurried strides and dropped onto the bed beside you. Before you could speak, his hand found your waist, and he pulled you onto his lap with effortless strength. The heat of his bare skin seeped through the thin fabric of your skirt, making your breath hitch despite yourself.

He leaned back, lying down fully, muscles shifting as he guided your hips forward.

“What—” you gasped, confused, the word slipping out in a startled rush.

“C’mere,” he said, voice dropping even lower, rough with clear assumption. his hands slid to your thighs, urging you higher, eyes half lidded and dark. “Sit on my face.”

Your face burned instantly. A violent, humiliating rush of heat spread from your neck to your cheeks, freezing you in place mid motion, body caught between instinct and sheer disbelief.

“What the fuck?–”

The words were out sharp, somewhere between outrage and mortification.

Jungkook stilled beneath you.

Actually stilled.

“I thought you wanted to do it.” His brows pulled together slightly, confusion flickering across his face like he’d misread something fundamental.

This wasn’t why you were here.

And the audacity of him to assume that you were!

The casualness of his statememt like it was obvious, inevitable, made something hot and furious twist inside your chest.

“No! That’s not why I came here!” Your voice came out louder, defensive and tight, cracking at the edges.

You scrambled off him immediately, heels hitting the floor with a sharp click, fingers fumbling uselessly at the hem of your skirt as you yanked it back into place. The fabric suddenly felt too short.

But really, who were you kidding. After nearly every fight, every time you’d coldly reminded him there would be nothing between you but sex… he had no reason to think tonight was any different.

Especially not after the way things had ended between you last time, and the way you had shut him out.

Jungkook pushed himself upright slowly, confusion settling deeper into his expression now, mouth parting slightly as he watched you pace once... twice... before stopping near the foot of the bed.

Silence settled between you.. not the usual kind that ended in tangled sheets and bruised hips.

This one felt… more exposed.

“Then why are you here?” he asked finally.

Your throat tightened as you crossed your arms tightly over your chest, nails digging into your own skin, gaze fixed stubbornly somewhere over his shoulder.

“Well…” You hesitated, “I wanted to say a few things…”

You paused, biting the inside of your cheek.

Should you apologize first? Or just rip off the band-aid with the gala? The silence stretched for another beat.

“I...” you started again, then stopped, suddenly hyperaware of the fact that your pulse hadn’t properly settled since five seconds ago... since he’d grabbed your thighs and nearly dragged you onto his face like it was the most natural thing in the world.

God.

Your brain still hadn’t recovered.

“Is it hot in here..?” you blurted, forcing out a nervous little chuckle that sounded painfully fake even to your own ears.

Jungkook didn’t answer immediately. he just watched you.

Your gaze darted away from his face, only to land squarely on his chest again. damp from the shower he clearly hadn’t taken yet. muscles shifting slightly as he leaned back, completely unbothered.

Heat rushed straight to your face.

“Can you, uh…” you started, clearing your throat awkwardly, forcing your eyes upward. “At least put a shirt on?”

For a second, he just looked at you, eyes flicking over your flushed cheeks, the way your fingers twisted the hem of your skirt, the way you refused to meet his gaze for longer than a second as something faintly amused softened his expression. not mocking. just... mildly entertained.

“Yeah,” he muttered finally, grabbing a shirt from the edge of the bed, pulling it over his head in one smooth motion. You hated how your eyes followed the movement before you could stop them, hated it even more when he caught you doing it.

Jungkook sat back down on the edge of the bed afterward, elbows resting on his knees, posture relaxed while you remained standing awkwardly a few feet away like you didn’t know what to do with your own body.

God, this was humiliating.

You drew in a slow breath, forcing yourself to focus. Enough stalling.

“Remember when yoona approached us and…” you began, voice quieter now and carefully controlled. “I announced you as my boyfriend?”

Jungkook’s dark eyes narrowed slightly, but he gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. “Yeah.”

“Well… she told my mom.” You winced internally at how ridiculous it sounded out loud. “And you know... she uh, wants to meet the both of us.”

“There’s this charity gala thing she’s hosting, and… they’ve already made reservations for the both of us. that’s why I called you to the styling lounge a few days ago…”

You cringed, the memory of that disastrous fitting room encounter flashing through your mind. your voice trailed off awkwardly.

Jungkook watched you in silence for a long moment. the casual amusement from earlier had completely vanished, replaced by that distant mask. He tilted his head slightly, studying you like he was weighing every word.

“So,” he said slowly, voice quieter now, stripped of its earlier edge. “Let me get this straight.”

You swallowed.

“Since I’m apparently your boyfriend’,” he continued, gaze locked onto yours, unblinking. “Your mom found out… made reservations… planned this whole thing...”

He paused, just long enough to make the weight of his words sink in. “And now you’re here,” he finished, voice flattening, “because you need me to play along.”

The silence that followed pressed against your ribs.

“I just...” you swallowed, forcing yourself to hold his gaze. “I thought… we could make some kind of arrangement.”

His brows pulled together slightly. “Arrangement?” he repeated, letting out a short, humorless breath after, the corner of his mouth twitching into not quite a smirk, but close enough to feel cutting.

“You really do only come to me when you need something, don’t you?”

“Well, I didn’t come to you for sex now did I?” you bit back almost immediately, defense creeping up like a solid wall. your voice came out sharp, laced with irritation.

Jungkook’s gaze didn’t waver. he leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees, the movement making the muscles in his shoulders flex under the low light.

“True,” he murmured, voice low and almost lazy. “Usually you don’t bother with the talking part at all.”

You scoffed softly, but it came out thinner than intended, brittle around the edges.

“Well, maybe if you didn’t assume things every time I walked into your apartment, we wouldn’t have this problem,” you shot back, chin lifting slightly, defense settling firmly into place.

Jungkook let out a quiet breath through his nose, not quite irritated, just tired.

“That’s funny,” he muttered.

Your brows knit slightly. “What’s funny?”

“You acting like I pulled that assumption out of nowhere.” His gaze lifted again, locking onto yours with quiet intensity.

“When was the last time,” he went on, voice low, almost thoughtful, like he was genuinely trying to remember, “You came here and didn’t expect it to end in my bed?”

Heat crawled up your neck because he wasn’t wrong. and the way he said it calm, matter-of-fact, made it worse than if he’d laughed.

You scoffed, forcing the sound out before the embarrassment settled too deep.

“Well,” you shot back quickly, folding your arms tighter across your chest, “you’re usually the one dragging me back to your place, so I don’t know what point you think you’re making.”

A quiet exhale left him, not quite a laugh, not quite frustration. “Dragging you?” he repeated, brows lifting slightly, voice still infuriatingly calm.

His tongue pressed briefly against the inside of his cheek, like he was holding something back.

“Right,” he muttered. “Because you’re never the one gripping my arm like you’re going to combust if we don’t get somewhere private in the next five minutes.”

Your face burned hotter.

God.

You hated how specific that sounded.

Hated even more how vividly your body remembered exactly what he meant.

Jungkook watched you struggle for a second longer before leaning back slightly, voice quieter now. “So yeah,” he said. “You showing up here out of nowhere… acting nervous… not saying what you want?”

he pauses, “Forgive me for thinking it was the same reason as always.”

“Look,” you said finally, dragging the words out, careful to keep your voice steady even though your fingers twisted the hem of your skirt. “I know you don’t owe me anything, and we’re not even…” you gulped.

“But I can’t back out of this, and I’m hopeless. I just need you to pretend to be my boyfriend like you did before. Just for one night.”

You paused, glancing around his apartment, letting your eyes linger just long enough to judge the “blandness” of it, the lack of any real… flair. your nose twitched slightly. “I know fancy gala’s are not your kind of scene either. Clearly it isn’t your kind of environment.”

He raised an eyebrow at that, dark eyes flicking to you.

“But I need you for this,” you added, voice quickening, defensive. “I can even pay you if you want...”

“Pay me? for what?” His voice was flat but sharp. He got to his feet slowly, and you instinctively took a step back, your heels clicking against the floor.

“To make you come if that makes it worth your time,” you finished quickly, words rushing out before you could second guess them.

Jungkook blinked once. “You’re serious,” he muttered, more to himself than to you.

You straightened slightly, lifting your chin out of habit, pride kicking in even as your stomach twisted.

“It’s not a big deal,” you said stiffly. “People get paid to attend things all the time.”

His jaw shifted faintly. a muscle ticked there, subtle but noticeable.

You hated that he wasn’t saying anything yet as the silence made your chest tighten.

“And…” you added, tone sharpening defensively, “Usually money fixes things for me.”

That made him look at you properly. like you’d said something incredibly predictable.

“I don’t want your fucking money, y/n.”

He stepped closer, enough to make you aware of how little space there was between you now.

“God,” he muttered under his breath, dragging a hand down his face. “You’re such a fucking princess, aren’t you?”

Your jaw tightened instantly. “Jungkook, come on,” you snapped, irritation flaring. “Just name the price and I’ll give...”

He let out a short breath through his nose, something between disbelief and annoyance. “Not everything runs on your dad’s credit card,” he said flatly.

You folded your arms tighter across your chest, lifting your chin slightly.

“Well,” you said coolly, unable to stop yourself, “it usually works like that for me.”

Then you forced yourself to keep going before your pride talked you out of it.

“Look,” you said, voice tightening despite your effort to keep it level. “This isn’t about money. It’s about damage control.”

That made his gaze sharpen slightly.

“My mom already told people you’re coming,” you continued, more controlled now. “yoona ran her mouth, and now there are reservations, seating arrangements… the whole thing.”

You exhaled slowly. “I can’t back out without making it worse,” you added. “And I’m not dragging some random guy into it as a replacement.”

“You already played the part once,” you finished. “So just do it again.”

Jungkook didn’t answer right away. Instead, his eyes narrowed slightly, studying your face like he was picking apart everything you weren’t saying.

“And how are you so sure yoona isn’t playing you again?” he asked finally.

Your expression changed instantly. a small falter. a crack. Like you hadn’t expected that question at all.

“You told me yourself she’s not one to be trusted,” he added, voice calm, just factual.

“Yeah… but...” you started, your voice catching slightly before you could stop it.

Your gaze dropped to the floor. “It’s my mom, Jungkook…” you said quietly. and that was the first time your voice didn’t sound sharp.

You swallowed. “I haven’t seen her properly or spoken to her in years,” you admitted, fingers tightening around the hem of your skirt.

The words felt strange leaving your mouth. too exposed.

“And this is the first time I’ve heard she’s… interested,” you continued, voice softer now, almost uncertain. “Or even cares enough to know what’s happening in my life.”

Silence settled between you again.

Jungkook didn’t interrupt. he just watched you properly now. like he was seeing something different than before.

Your throat tightened slightly, and you forced your shoulders back, trying to recover some of that usual composure.

“I’m not asking you to care about it,” you added quickly, tone stiffening again. “I just need you to show up.”

There. back to control.

Silence stretched between you again, heavier now, not sharp like before, but something quieter.

Jungkook didn’t answer right away. his gaze lingered on your face a second longer than before, like he was noticing something you hadn’t meant to show. the tightness in your jaw, the way your fingers were still curled into the hem of your skirt.

Like he’d noticed the weakness, and chose not to point it out.

A slow breath left him.

“Fine.” the word landed simply. “I’ll come.”

You blinked.

Wait. That was it?

“What?” you asked before you could stop yourself. “You will?”

“You need me there,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “So I’ll be there.”

That was all. no conditions, no teasing.

And somehow, that made something inside your chest loosen slightly. not enough to feel safe, or grateful, but enough that the tight knot sitting under your ribs eased, just a little.

“Oh.” you cleared your throat quickly, nodding once like you were acknowledging something purely transactional.

“Okay then.”

Your hand moved almost automatically, pulling your phone from your bag. You checked the time, more out of habit than necessity, but the glowing numbers gave you the perfect excuse to move things along.

It was late. Too late to still be standing here like this.

“Okay then…” you repeated, quieter this time, already shifting your weight toward the door.

“It’s… late,” you added, brushing an invisible crease from your skirt. “I have to get going.”

You didn’t look at him when you said it.

You didn’t thank him either. didn’t trust yourself to make it sound casual if you did.

Jungkook watched you for a second. “Do you have a ride home?” he asked, following the natural end of the conversation.

“Yeah,” you answered quickly. “My driver’s just outside.”

Jungkook gave a small nod and moved ahead of you, walking toward the door. You followed a step behind, heels clicking softly against the floor, a sound that felt strangely familiar in this space.

You passed through the living room, already halfway to the door when something caught your eye.

A small glint of gold against the dark surface of the console table.

You slowed just slightly.

Your hair clutch. the one with the tiny pearl detailing along the edge.

You’d sworn you misplaced it months ago. torn your room apart looking for it once, muttering under your breath about careless house staff and terrible luck.

Yet there it was, resting neatly against the corner of the table. Placed, like it belonged there.

You looked away almost immediately, forcing your gaze forward before Jungkook could notice the shift in your expression.

You must’ve left it here by accident... that’s what you told yourself.

Lost in the chaos of some late night, half dressed and irritated, rushing out without checking the mirror.

Not because you’d intentionally left it behind.

Not because some part of you liked the idea of leaving something of yours here, like a reminder... proof you’d been here.

No.

You swallowed, stepping past the table without another glance.

The door clicked shut behind you with a soft sound. cool night air brushed against your skin, a quiet relief after the warmth of his apartment.

You stepped forward slightly, heels settling against the polished corridor floor.

Jungkook stayed just behind you, one hand still resting against the door for a second before letting it fall to his side.

Silence stretched between you, awkward and heavy.

You shifted your weight, glancing toward the elevator at the end of the hall, then back at him.

say it.

The thought came sharp and sudden.

Now was the time. not inside his apartment, not where everything felt too close and too charged.

Out here, it should’ve been easier.

Your lips parted slightly.

“Jungkook, I...”

The words stalled, the memory of the fitting room flashed through your mind, your voice sharp, cruel, defensive. the things you’d thrown at him without thinking. the way his expression had gone completely unreadable after.

You hadn’t meant half of it.. you knew that.

And yet, your pride clawed up your throat before the apology could form properly.

You hated apologizing.

Hated the way it made you feel small.. like you were handing someone leverage they didn’t deserve.

Still… something twisted uncomfortably in your chest.

You swallowed, forcing yourself to try again. “I… about earlier...”

And then,

your stomach growled.

Loud.

Sharp enough to echo faintly in the quiet hallway.

You froze. every muscle in your body locked in place as heat flooded your face instantly, crawling up your neck and into your cheeks.

God.

Not now.

Not in front of him.

Your jaw tightened as you stared straight ahead, refusing to look at him, refusing to acknowledge it like maybe if you ignored it hard enough, the moment would undo itself.

Silence followed, mortifying this time. and somehow worse than if he’d laughed. Because Jungkook didn’t.

You could feel his gaze on you though, “Have you eaten?” he asked finally.

His voice wasn’t mocking, and somehow, that made the embarrassment burn even hotter under your skin.

You let out a short, awkward breath, forcing a small shrug like the question didn’t matter.

“I... yeah,” you said quickly. “Earlier.”

The lie came out too fast, too smooth to sound believable.

You avoided looking at him, focusing instead on the numbers above the elevator like they were suddenly fascinating.

Jungkook didn’t call you out, didn’t point out the obvious. he just watched you quietly for a second, like he was weighing whether to push further, and then chose not to.

“Alright.” a small nod.

You shifted your weight slightly, already preparing to step into the elevator once it arrived.

Then, “The convenience store down the block is still open,” he added.

You frowned faintly, turning toward him.

“What?”

He shrugged once, expression neutral. “The one you go to,” he clarified. “They’ll still have food.”

Your breath stalled.

“You usually stop there when it’s late,” he continued, voice even. “Figured you might want something.”

Your stomach twisted slightly. not just from hunger this time... from something sharper.

He noticed?

Enough times to remember, and to say it like it was fact.

Your gaze dropped briefly to the floor, throat tightening faintly.

That stupid store. bright fluorescent lights, plastic wrapped shelves, cheap heated snacks sitting behind glass.

The exact kind of place you’d never be caught dead in during the day.

Not in your usual circles, not in front of people who knew your name.

And yet some nights, when your head felt too loud or your stomach twisted too tight to ignore, you ended up there anyway, standing under harsh white lighting in an oversized puffer jacket thrown over designer clothes, looking painfully out of place no matter how much you tried to blend in.

Everyone else dressed in hoodies, sneakers, adorned tired faces from long shifts or late classes. The only thing that ever matched the rest of them was your expression of being completely done and exhausted.

There were nights you went there after leaving his apartment.. Still warm, still restless, needing something salty and simple to settle the strange emptiness afterward.

And sometimes, you went there telling yourself it was just because it was nearby. Convinient.

Not because some part of you wondered if he’d show up.. if you’d hear the low hum of his car outside.

If the door would chime and he’d walk in like he did that night, when you were standing there with a mentaiko in hand, furious and hurt and convinced he’d been the reason behind minho dumping you out of the blue. Jungkook’s car pulling up outside like he’d known exactly where to find you.

Your fingers tightened slightly around your bag.

“Oh,” you said quietly.

“I’ll… eat at home,” you added after a moment, lifting your chin slightly, forcing your voice back into something steadier. “My driver’s waiting.”

Jungkook studied you for a second longer before nodding once. “Alright.” he replied, simple. no teasing edge to it. no joke made at your expense.

He just… accepted it. Like noticing your habits wasn’t unusual.

Like they had never been secrets to begin with.

The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime. You stepped inside before you could think too hard about it, fingers tightening slightly around your bag.

“Goodnight,” you said, voice quieter than you intended.

Jungkook didn’t move from where he stood.

“Night.”

The doors slid shut between you.

And for a brief second, as the elevator began its descent, your reflection stared back at you in the mirrored wall, not ruined the way it usually was when you left his apartment— lipstick smudged, hair tangled, mascara faintly blurred beneath your eyes, marks blooming dark along your neck.

Your appearance was completely intact this time, composed in the way you were always meant to be seen.

And yet, something about it felt… wrong.

Because for the first time, it wasn’t your appearance that was disheveled.

It was everything underneath.

The night of the gala arrived wrapped in red instead of black, for obvious reasons.

First of all, the bodice of the black one had been completely wrong, suffocating your chest, pressing too tightly against your ribs until breathing itself felt like effort.

And the main reason... Jungkook had ripped it off you after you’d tried it on in the fitting room, during that heated argument that led to—

You pinched the inside of your arm sharply.

Enough. You weren’t thinking about that now.

Not the sound of fabric tearing, not the way anger had blurred into something far more reckless.

You inhaled slowly through your nose, forcing your thoughts back into place.

Honestly… you felt a little better now. strangely enough.

You and Jungkook had never argued with that much intensity before. not like that. It had felt like too many unsaid things crashing into each other at once, weeks of tension finally snapping under pressure. And on top of everything, you had every right to be defensive.

He hadn’t been transparent.

He’d ghosted you for five days straight, completely vanished right after you’d made what felt like a breakthrough between the two of you.

Of course you reacted. Anyone would have.

Apologizing to him, though… you hadn’t exactly gone through with it.

But you did go to his apartment... even if the ulterior motive had been to convince him to play your boyfriend for tonight’s gala… you still showed up.

Even if apologizing wasn’t exactly something written into your textbooks.

Still, you were oddly glad your stomach had betrayed you with a growl before you could say anything real. Because what if it had made things awkward between you?

More awkward than they already were?

All you’d ever been comfortable with when it came to Jungkook was arguing at most, ripping each other’s clothes until the tension burned hot enough to spill over into something physical.

Something that didn’t require admitting anything out loud.

You exhaled slowly, eyes drifting to your reflection.

And… surprisingly... things weren’t awkward now.

Not really. Because he was here... coming to pick you up.. despite everything.

You squeezed your eyes shut briefly, pressing your lips together.

“Then stop trying.”

“Yeah… I think I will.”

The memory echoed faintly, unwelcome but persistent. you shoved it to the back of your head.

At least Jungkook was helping you out with this.. that counted for something.

The night air brushed cool against your skin as you moved toward the curb where Jungkook’s car idled quietly at the front.

The driver’s door opened, and then he stepped out.

Your breath stalled for half a second.

He was dressed in a suit you’d chosen, dark, clean-cut, perfectly fitted along his shoulders and waist like it had been tailored specifically for him. He looked... effortlessly intimidating.

His gaze landed on you immediately, taking you in from head to toe in a way that felt far too deliberate to be accidental. He didn’t say anything at first, just watched. And somehow, that felt worse than words.

“Well?” you asked, lifting your chin faintly, voice edged with practiced confidence, breaking the silence before it stretched too far.

You were holding the edge of your dress carefully between your fingers, making sure the fabric didn’t catch under your heels.

Jungkook’s gaze flicked briefly to your hand, then back up to your face.

“You’ll survive the stairs like that?” he asked evenly, nodding slightly toward the way you were gripping your dress.

Your jaw tightened faintly. “I’d rather not faceplant in front of half the city,” you replied coolly.

A faint shift tugged at the corner of his mouth, not quite a smile, but close enough to feel like one. His gaze moved again, slow this time, taking in the slit of your dress, the way the red fabric curved along your body, the neat bun at the back of your head.

“Red,” he said finally.

Your fingers tightened slightly around the fabric. “What about it?” you asked, tone guarded.

A brief pause. “Nothing,” he replied calmly. “It suits you.”

You swallowed once, looking away before he could catch the reaction. “Are we going or are you planning to stand here all night?” you asked instead, brushing past him slightly before he could say anything else.

He didn’t answer, just stepped ahead and opened the passenger door for you.

You hesitated for half a second, barely noticeable, before sliding into the seat, carefully gathering the fabric of your dress inside.

The door shut softly behind you. Moments later, Jungkook settled into the driver’s seat, the low hum of the engine filling the quiet space between you.

Neither of you spoke at first.

The car pulled away from the curb smoothly.

And almost immediately, you straightened slightly in your seat.

“Okay,” you said, voice steady now. “We need to go over this again.”

Jungkook didn’t look at you, just kept his eyes on the road. “We’ve been over it,” he replied.

“I know,” you said quickly. “We’re doing it again.”

A quiet exhale left him, not annoyed, just tolerant.

You took that as permission to continue. “When we get there,” you began, fingers tightening slightly around your dress, “you stay close. Not too close... just enough that it looks natural.”

A brief pause, “And don’t wander off unless I tell you,” you added.

His brow lifted slightly. “Unless you tell me?” he repeated.

“Yes,” you said stiffly. “Because if Yoona tries something, or if my mother...”

You stopped abruptly, the words catching in your throat before you could finish them.

Silence settled inside the car for a moment.

“And,” you continued quickly, forcing composure back into your tone, “if anyone asks, we’ve been seeing each other for a few months.”

Another beat passed, before Jungkook finally spoke.

“What kind of seeing each other?”

Your brows pulled together slightly.

“What?”

He glanced at you briefly this time. “Casual?” he asked. “Serious?”

Your breath hitched faintly. That thought... hadn’t occurred to you. not fully, nor in words.

You shifted slightly in your seat, fingers tightening instinctively around the edge of your dress, keeping the slit from falling too far open.

“It doesn’t matter,” you said after a moment, voice clipped and controlled.

“It does,” Jungkook replied evenly. Not argumentative, just factual.

You exhaled slowly through your nose.

“Serious,” you said finally.

“If it looks casual, my mother won’t believe it,” you added quickly. “And Yoona will absolutely pick it apart.”

Silence followed. “Fine,” he said at last. “And that means what exactly?” he added calmly.

You frowned faintly. “What do you mean?”

“What does serious look like to you?”

You hesitated, annoyance flickered across your face.

“You stay close,” you began stiffly. “Not glued to me. Just enough that it looks natural.”

Your fingers tightened slightly in the fabric pooled over your thigh. “And if someone important approaches,” you continued, forcing composure into your tone, “You touch me first.”

Jungkook glanced at you briefly. “Touch you where?”

Heat crept up your neck instantly. “You know exactly what I mean.”

“Spell it out.”

You shot him a glare. “My waist,” you snapped. “Or my back.”

“And occasionally my hand.”

Silence settled between you again. The city lights streaked past the windows, casting soft gold reflections across the dashboard.

“You nervous?” Jungkook asked after a while.

Your head turned sharply toward him. “No.” it came out too fast, too sharp.

His mouth shifted faintly at the corner. “We’re almost there,” he said.

Your stomach dipped slightly. Turning toward the window, you watched as the venue came into view, glowing lights spilling across polished stone, people gathering near the entrance, flashes of cameras catching against glass.

Your fingers tightened again around the edge of your dress.

You hadn’t been to a gala like this in a while.

Galas used to feel like second skin, endless evenings spent smiling politely beside your father while he entertained investors and partners. But with him overseas most of the time now, those appearances had grown fewer, more distant.

And you couldn’t even remember the last time you’d attended one of your mother’s events, but you knew how grand they were.

The car slowed to a stop, then parked.

Your pulse thudded once against your ribs.

Jungkook stepped out first. You gathered the fabric of your dress carefully before stepping out after him, heels meeting polished stone with a sharp click.

The lights felt brighter outside. you barely had time to steady yourself before your heel caught slightly against the edge of the fabric, a small misstep enough for your balance to tilt dangerously forward.

Before you could faceplant onto the floor, a firm hand caught your arm, another settling at your waist.

Your breath hitched sharply. Jungkook’s grip was firm, keeping you upright before you could fully stumble. “Careful,” he murmured, falling into step beside you.

Your jaw tightened instantly as you straightened sharply, pulling yourself out of his hold the moment your balance returned.

“I’m fine,” you muttered under your breath.

His mouth tilted faintly at the corner. “Sure,” he said lightly. “Looked graceful from my angle.”

You shot him a glare. “If you mention that again,” you said quietly, voice tight with irritation, “I will personally make sure you regret coming tonight.”

That almost made him smile.

Almost.

Instead, his hand returned, this time deliberately settling at your waist, like you’d told him to in the car.

Your breath caught slightly as this touch felt different.

“Relax,” he murmured quietly near your ear. “You said serious, remember?”

And before you could respond, the flash of a few cameras went off nearby, nearly blinding you.

You flinched instinctively, blinking hard as white spots burst across your vision. voices began to rise around you, hushed but excited.

Jungkook’s grip tightened slightly around you as you made your way toward the entrance with careful steps, your confidence slipping just enough that you found yourself lowering your gaze, letting the loose strands of your hair fall forward to shield your face.

You knew people were staring as, you weren’t exactly a sight they’d seen in a very long while.

You looped your hand around Jungkook’s bicep without thinking, holding him close to you as you walked.

Oddly enough, it made you feel relieved to have him beside you, in a place full of people you’d spent years avoiding.

The irony of it settled uncomfortably in your chest.

Out of everyone in this suffocating room, people who had known your name, your family, your childhood. the only person who felt remotely safe to stand beside… was him.

You exhaled slowly through your nose. “Don’t let go,” you muttered under your breath, barely moving your lips.

Jungkook didn’t answer immediately, but his arm shifted slightly, his hand settling more firmly at your waist. “I wasn’t planning to,” he murmured quietly.

The doors opened fully, and the noise hit you all at once—soft music, crystal glasses clinking, voices layered over in polished laughter all around. The grand hall stretched wide before you, chandeliers casting gold across marble floors, servers weaving between clusters of perfectly dressed guests, conversations flowing like carefully rehearsed performances.

You barely made it a few steps inside before—

“Y/n!”

You stiffened instantly. Yoona approached quickly as that same bright, polished smile spread across her face. “Look at you,” she beamed warmly, eyes sweeping over you from head to toe. “You look incredible.”

Her gaze shifted immediately to Jungkook. “Well,” she added smoothly, lips curving slightly, “I see you actually brought him.”

You felt Jungkook’s hand shift faintly at your waist deliberately. Yoona’s eyes flicked between the two of you, measuring, before her smile widened again.

“Come,” she said brightly, reaching for your wrist before you could react. “There are people dying to see you.”

Your stomach dropped slightly at that sentence. But before you could protest, she was already guiding you deeper into the hall.

And the moment you saw them, a cluster of girls stood gathered near one of the lounge sections, dressed in perfectly tailored gowns, diamonds catching the light as they laughed softly among themselves, you slowed instantly.

No.

Absolutely not.

You recognized them immediately.. the daughters of elite families, the same ones you’d been forced to befriend growing up. The same ones who smiled sweetly in public… and shredded each other apart in private.

Your grip around Jungkook tightened without meaning to as you subtly angled your body, trying to slow your steps.

Maybe if you turned now... maybe if you...

Too late. “Look who’s here,” Yoona called out brightly.

Every single head turned at once, and the moment their eyes landed on you, recognition sparked across their faces, hungry and curious.

You leaned slightly closer into Jungkook without realizing it, and beside you, he noticed the absolute horror in your face.

His voice dropped low near your ear. “Friends?” he murmured quietly.

You forced a tight smile. “Unfortunately,” you whispered back.

A burst of overly sweet voices collided with you next few minutes, bright smiles, exaggerated compliments that made your skin crawl, yet somehow, you were polite enough to respond without snapping. Bits and fragments of questions floated at you, ricocheting in a blur of, “y/n, you’ve gotten even prettier!” “dads’s still away?” “pre-law? still the eternal pessimist, I bet!”

You answered politely, your mind mostly elsewhere, barely processing the flood. Then, inevitably, their eyes fell on Jungkook, and the questions sharpened, curious, probing: “And… who’s this?” “How long have you two been seeing each other?” You could feel Jungkook’s presence tighten beside you, a silent promise to handle whatever came next.

And there you were, sandwiched between nostalgia, judgment, and desire, acutely aware that Jungkook was the only one keeping you grounded through it all.

You were about to speak further when a familiar, deliberate voice cut through the murmurs, more amused than anything else in the room.

“Quite the gathering tonight,” it said, just close enough to brush your awareness.

You turned slightly, and your heart skipped. The blonde pompadour guy, with the patek philippe nautilus that was totally not a replica, cunning-eyed jerk-face you’d had a near ego-off with at the fitting room, filled your vision. Jimin? Was that his name? You barely remembered.

He leaned casually against the edge of the hallway, arms crossed loosely, every inch of him radiating effortless control. His gaze flicked over the crowd before landing squarely on you, like he had all the time in the world, and that you were exactly where he wanted to look.

“The estranged daughter finally makes an appearance,” he said, voice smooth with quiet amusement, like he’d been waiting to use that line all evening.

“Didn’t realize I was being monitored,” you replied coolly, lifting your chin just enough to meet his stare head on.

His lips curved faintly, pleased, like he’d expected that answer. “Hard not to notice when half the room starts whispering,” he said lightly, gaze dragging over you in a way that felt far too deliberate to be polite. “You clean up well.”

His eyes traced the line of your dress, slowly assessing...lingering just a fraction too long at the slit along your thigh.

And then they paused, because Jungkook’s hand had shifted.

You hadn’t even registered it at first, the subtle slide of his palm along your outer thigh, disappearing just beneath the slit of your dress, resting there like it belonged.

Jimin’s gaze lingered on Jungkook’s hand for a beat too long before lifting, finally looking at him properly this time, like he was reassessing the situation from the beginning.

Before he could say anything, a sharp exhale sounded from behind him. “Oh, for god’s sake.” Yoona appeared at his shoulder, rolling her eyes as she looked between the three of you, clearly displeased by whatever silent tension she’d just walked into. she reached forward and nudged Jimin lightly in the arm.

“Stop lurking like that,” she muttered under her breath, though loud enough for all of you to hear. “You look ridiculous.”

Jimin didn’t even turn immediately, the faintest smirk still sitting at the corner of his mouth. “I was greeting our guest,” he replied lazily.

“Harassing,” Yoona corrected flatly. Then her attention shifted to you, expression smoothing instantly into something brighter.

“y/n,” she said, tone lighter now, as if nothing awkward had just happened. “You remember Jimin, right?”

“Am I supposed to?” you asked, genuinely, your brows knitting faintly, because you really didn’t.

You’d never seen him at family dinners, never heard your mother mention his name, never once caught sight of that annoyingly composed face across any of the endless formal gatherings you’d been dragged to as a child either. The first time you’d ever seen him, properly seen him, was a few days ago, in that fitting lounge, trading thinly veiled insults over overpriced fabric.

Yoona blinked once, clearly not expecting that answer.

Jimin, on the other hand, looked delighted. A quiet laugh escaped him, like he’d just been handed something entertaining.

“That’s a little insulting,” he murmured, placing a hand lightly over his chest in mock offense. “I’m wounded.”

Yoona rolled her eyes again. “He’s my stepbrother,” she clarified, turning back to you. “My dad’s son. From before he married our mom.”

Your expression shifted slightly as the pieces settled into place. Stepbrother to yoona, not you. That explained the unfamiliarity and the reason his face felt so foreign despite standing in the middle of your family’s event.

“He’s never here, actually,” Yoona said with a small scoff, folding her arms loosely. “This is his first time showing up to a family event in… what, three years?”

She shot Jimin a sideways glance, lips curling faintly. “Jimin lives a very… outlandish little life in the Poconos, apparently.”

Jimin didn’t even glance at her as his gaze stayed on you. “Seems I came back just in time, though.”

Your brows pulled together faintly. “For what exactly?” you asked coolly.

Jimin’s smile deepened just enough to show teeth. He didn’t answer immediately, instead his gaze dipped briefly toward Jungkook’s hand still resting against your thigh, fingers spread like he had no intention of moving them.

Then Jimin looked back at your face. “For entertainment,” he said casually.

Yoona let out an exasperated sigh. “God, you’re insufferable.”

Jungkook hadn’t spoken yet, but you felt the shift in him, the way his fingers pressed slightly more firmly into your thigh, not enough to hurt, just enough to remind. A warning disguised as touch.

When he finally spoke, his voice was calm. “Family reunion?” Jungkook asked, glancing briefly at Yoona before returning his gaze to Jimin.

Jimin’s mouth curved faintly, like he’d been waiting for that. “Oh, relax,” he said easily, tone light but pointed. “Your girlfriend and I aren’t family.” Then he added, almost lazily, “We’re not related by blood.” The implication hung there, quiet but sharp. “Just so you know I’m not crossing any weird lines by flirting with her.”

Jungkook’s gaze snapped to him, lips tilting just enough to make it clear he was amused, but deadly serious. “I’m not worried about any lines,” he said evenly. “I’m more bothered that you’re still trying when it’s obvious she’s not interested.”

Jimin smirked, clearly enjoying the push. “She doesn’t seem to mind.”

Jungkook turned to you then, his expression shifting seamlessly into something softer, like the perfect doting boyfriend for anyone watching. His thumb traced a slow, gentle path along your cheek, the touch feather light but heavy with meaning. His voice dropped lower, intimate, sending an unwanted spark straight through your chest.

“Do you let him talk to you like that, baby?”

Your stomach flipped as heat flooded your cheeks, a rush of unwelcome butterflies twisting low in your belly even as irritation simmered beneath it. For a split second, the words stuck in your throat, leaving you flustered and exposed under his dark, knowing gaze.

It’s just pretend.

It’s just pretend.

It’s just pretend.

You exhaled shakily, fingers tightening around the edge of your dress. “You’re right here,” you murmured, barely managing to meet his eyes before your gaze slipped downward, settling stubbornly on his chest. “Why would I let him?”

Jungkook’s thumb lingered against your cheek for a second longer before he finally turned to look back at Jimin.

“You heard her,” he said evenly. “That should be enough.”

Jimin’s mouth twitched faintly with amusement, like none of this had bothered him in the slightest. “Still,” he said lazily, gaze drifting over you again, “I was looking forward to seeing you in that lace Alexander McQueen gown. Such a shame you didn’t wear it.”

Jungkook’s eyes shifted to you at that, the corner of his mouth lifting in a subtle, knowing tilt. His voice dropped low, meant only for the three of you. “Shame,” he murmured, the word brushing against your skin like a secret. “It didn’t stay on very long the last time she tried it on.”

Heat crept up your neck, and you let your heel brush against his foot—a small, almost imperceptible rebellion as the memory hit hard of Jungkook’s hands rough and impatient, the expensive fabric ripping under his grip in a heated blur of frustration and raw want.

Jimin’s chuckle was soft, “I see. She’s made a… different choice tonight,” he murmured, eyes flicking over the deep red gown clinging perfectly to your curves. He paused, giving both of you one last lingering glance, a teasing tilt to his smile, before stepping back. “Well, I’ll let you enjoy the party. Don’t let me distract you too much.”

With that, Jimin melted into the crowd, leaving the two of you alone again, though the tension between you didn’t dissipate, not even a little.

You let out a shaky breath of relief, your cheeks still burning bright red. Instinctively, you tried to tug Jungkook toward the drinks, needing something, anything, to cool the heat crawling through you.

“Jungkook?” you asked, a faint edge of impatience in your tone as he didn’t budge, standing like a rock, immovable.

His dark gaze pinned you in place. “Who was that?” he pressed, eyes narrowing slightly. You raised an eyebrow, trying to keep your composure. “Didn’t you hear? He’s yoona’s stepbrother. So… my mom’s stepson. We’re not related, obviously.”

Jungkook’s sharp gaze didn’t soften. “No, not that. How does he know about the dress?”

You froze for a second, realizing the question had deeper layers. Then you remembered, trying to keep your tone casual, teasing even. “Oh… I met him before. Back at the fitting lounge, remember? he asked me to try it on because he saw me… eyeing it.”

Your eyes flicked to his jaw, slightly twitching at the corners, and you couldn’t help the little chuckle that escaped. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous, kook,” you teased, batting your eyelashes at him.

His voice dropped even lower, quiet enough that only you could hear. “Why wouldn’t I be?” he paused, leaning slightly closer to whisper in your ear. “My girlfriend has strangers talking about wanting to see her undressed.”

You gasped, the words landing like a spark against dry tinder. Tilting your head just enough to meet his gaze, you forced a teasing lilt into your voice, playing along even as the blush gave you away. “I bet your girlfriend is very pretty… if she has strangers fighting over who gets to see her in that dress.”

Jungkook hummed, low and thoughtful, the sound vibrating against your skin. He pulled back just far enough to look at you properly, dark eyes steady,

“She is,” he said quietly, almost reverently. “She’s really pretty.”

The words hit harder than they had any right to, even though you knew it was all pretend. every word, every touch.

He was only doing this to sell the fake relationship, to make the jealous boyfriend act convincing.. right?

Couples got jealous all the time... that was normal.

So why did the quiet sincerity in his voice make the air feel suddenly too thin, and why... just why did your pulse race like it believed him? even while your mind screamed that none of this was real. None of it. It was all pretend, pretend, pretend—with a capital P.

Before you could spiral further in your thoughts, the lights in the hall dimmed smoothly, bathing everything in soft golden warmth. Around you, couples drifted closer, swaying to the slow music that had begun playing. Some laughed quietly, others simply held each other. You didn’t want to look stiff or out of place with so many eyes still occasionally glancing your way.

So you stepped in without overthinking it and slid your arms around Jungkook’s neck, fingers linking lightly at his nape. “Play along,” you murmured.

His hands settled on your waist instantly, warm and sure, pulling you flush against him as you began to sway slowly with the music. “Don’t get used to this, Jungkook,” you whispered, trying to keep your voice steady. “It’s just for tonight.”

A small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, though the rest of his expression stayed carefully unreadable in the low light. “Why? I thought you agreed on serious.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, the dim glow making the space between you feel strangely intimate like the rest of the hall had faded and it was only the two of you.

“You asked me what serious meant to me,” you said quietly, “and I told you: it means sticking close, but not closer than necessary, making it look natural. That’s all I meant. Don’t twist it.”

His thumb traced a slow, absent circle against your waist, right over the spot where a tiny, barely visible mole sat just above your hip bone. The touch was so delicate it could have passed for casual affection to anyone watching, but you knew better. “But what if serious means something completely different to me?” he says after a beat.

Your heart gave a traitorous flutter. The low lights, the warmth of his hands through the thin fabric of your red gown, it all tightened the air around you.

You searched his face, pulse quickening. “What does it mean to you, then?”

Jungkook didn’t answer right away. He simply held your gaze as you turned slowly under the golden light, his voice dropping into that velvet rough whisper meant only for you.

“It means I’ve had enough time to learn every inch of you,” he murmured, fingers pressing lightly into your waist.

“The way you tense under my mouth in certain places… the way your breath catches when I don’t rush. Serious, to me, means remembering all those little details… even when we’re supposed to be pretending we don’t.”

You felt the conversation tipping into territory that felt far too intimate, too dangerous for the game you were playing. Defensive heat prickled up your neck. You needed to shut it down before it went any further.

“Well, it’s a good thing you don’t actually remember those little details about me,” you said, trying to keep your tone light and dismissive, even as your fingers tightened slightly at the back of his neck. “Do you really think you know me that well?”

Jungkook’s lips curved into a faint, knowing smile. Without breaking the slow sway of your bodies, he let his thumb glide feather light across that same hidden spot above your hip.

“I know you better than you think.” He tilted his head, voice low against your ear as he whispered, so quietly only you could hear.

“You have a mole here,” His thumb pressed ever so lightly over your ribs, sending a spark straight through you. “The one under the curve of your right breast that makes you shiver every time I kiss it slow.”

Jungkook’s thumb didn’t leave that spot above your hip bone now. He traced it again, slower this time, as if he were rewriting the memory into your skin. “There’s another one,” he murmured, voice so low and rough it vibrated through your chest, “Right here on your hip. Small, perfect little mark. I’ve kissed it too many times to count. Every single time you thought I was just being impatient… I was memorizing the way it feels under my lips.”

Your breath hitched. You tried to pull back just a fraction, but his hand at your waist held you steady, gentle but unyielding.

The red fabric of your gown suddenly felt too thin, as if he could see straight through it to every secret you’d tried to keep hidden.

“You’re lying,” you whispered, but the words came out weak, lacking conviction. Because he wasn’t. You could feel the truth in the way his fingers knew exactly where to press, firm enough to remind you he’d been there before. Many times.

There was no smirk this time. His gaze only darkened, honest and unrelenting. Just raw intensity as he leaned in even closer, “I don’t lie to you. Not about this.” His free hand slid up your back, fingers splaying possessively between your shoulder blades, pulling you flush against him so there was no space left for pretense. “I’ve spent hours with my mouth on you, mapping every curve, every freckle, every mole. The one under your right breast… the one on your hip that makes your thigh twitch when I drag my tongue over it slow. I know how your body reacts when I take my time. When I’m not rushing. When I’m worshipping.”

Your heart slammed against your ribs. The music, the lights, the other couples spinning around you, it all faded. All you could focus on was the weight of his words, the way they cracked open something inside you.

Casual. That’s what you’d called it. No strings, bodies satisfying bodies and nothing more.

But casual didn’t do what he was describing. Casual partners didn’t linger and learn the hidden places that made you gasp and arch and fall apart in ways you hadn’t even known were possible.

It terrified you to think Jungkook had done all of it, he had traced you like you were something sacred. Kissed that tiny mole on your hip until your fingers twisted in his hair and your legs trembled. Explored you with such patient devotion that you’d come undone from just that alone, whispering his name like a prayer while he hummed in satisfaction against your skin.

While you’d been convincing yourself it was casual, temporary… he had been memorizing you. Cherishing the parts of your body even you barely paid attention to. Kissing them like they were precious... like you were precious.

Why? If it was only physical, why had he looked at you like that? Why had he committed those small, insignificant details to memory as if they mattered more than anything else?

You swallowed hard, fingers tightening at the nape of his neck until you felt the soft strands of his hair between them. “Jungkook… if it was just sex, why would you—”

“It was never just sex to me,” he cut in, voice low and fierce, eyes locking onto yours with an honesty that stole the rest of your protest. His hand on your waist shifted, thumb pressing once more over your hip like a brand, a silent claim.

You searched his face, throat tight. “What are we doing, Jungkook? What is this?”

For a moment, he didn’t answer at all, just looked at you like he was measuring how much to give and how much to keep locked away.

“You tell me,” he said quietly at last. His thumb pressed once more into the spot above your hip, like punctuation. Like a reminder.

“You’re the one who keeps calling it casual.”

The word hit you like every late night, every tangle of sheets, every body seeking mindless relief. Your throat tightened as you stepped back suddenly, breaking the slow sway of the music before your thoughts could betray you.

“I need some air,” you murmured, voice thinner than you intended.

You didn’t wait for permission, just turned and walked, too fast to look natural, weaving through couples swaying beneath dimmed lights and soft music that suddenly felt suffocating.

Your pulse pounded loud in your ears, drowning everything else out. The cool night air outside the balcony hit your skin like a slap, but it did nothing to calm the storm inside you. Instead of gripping the railing, you turned and pressed your back against the rough stone wall of the balcony, half-hidden in shadow. Your chest rose and fell too fast. You told yourself it was to catch your breath. Deep down, you knew better. You were waiting.

Don’t come after me, you thought.

Please come after me.

One breath, two, three... and the door clicked open behind you.

Your heart slammed against your ribs. You didn’t turn around, but every nerve in your body lit up the second you felt him step onto the balcony. That quiet, steady presence wrapped around you like smoke.

“Running away now?” Jungkook murmured low, though his voice was softer than before. rougher.

“I wasn’t running,” you whispered, eyes fixed on the dark city lights below. “Just needed air.”

A pause. Then the slow sound of his footsteps closing the distance. Warm hands found your waist from behind. He turned you gently but firmly until your back was fully against the wall and you were facing him. The golden light spilling from inside barely reached here, but it was enough to catch the dark intensity in his eyes.

You should have pushed him away. Instead, you stayed perfectly still as he leaned in.

His lips didn’t go for your mouth. They found your neck this time.

The first brush of his mouth against your skin was barely there, warm and feather light, like he was afraid you might shatter. Your head tipped back against the stone without permission, a shaky breath escaping you. God. He was already pulling you under.

He kissed like he had all the time in the world. like your pulse fluttering under his lips was something precious he wanted to memorize. Another slow press, just beneath your ear, then lower, dragging warmth across your skin in a way that made your knees weak.

Your fingers curled into the front of his suit before you could stop yourself.

This doesn’t feel casual.

The thought hit harder with every kiss.

Casual didn’t kiss like this... Patient and adoring.

He lingered on every inch, mouth moving with such careful reverence that your mind started to fog. Cloud nine didn’t even begin to cover it. You were floating, burning, terrified all at once.

Jungkook’s hand slid up your side, fingers tracing the line of your red gown. With aching gentleness, he tugged the fabric down just enough at the neckline, exposing the soft curve of your right breast. Cool air kissed your skin for only a second before his mouth replaced it.

He found the tiny mole underneath immediately, his lips pressing there with so much quiet adoration it stole the air from your lungs. Slow, open mouthed kisses that mapped the small mark like it was the most important thing in the world. Like he’d been dreaming about returning to it.

Your breathing turned ragged, chest heaving as heat flooded every inch of you. Emotions crashed through you, confusion, longing, something dangerously close to tenderness that made your eyes sting. He was kissing you like he knew every hidden part of you and loved them anyway.

God, he kissed you too much. That was the problem.

His tongue traced the mole with heartbreaking softness, then he sucked lightly, reverent and slow, until a soft whimper slipped from your throat. Your hand slid into his hair, fingers tightening as your back arched off the wall, pressing closer despite every warning screaming in your head.

“Stop,” you whispered. It came out as a broken whisper, half protest, half plea. He didn’t. Another slow kiss, softer this time lower along your neck, like he hadn’t heard you at all.

Your pulse spiraled. “Jungkook…” Your voice came thinner now, breath catching. “Stop kissing me.”

His lips hovered just above your skin. Your chest tightened painfully. Then, quieter, defensive, trembling, “Stop kissing me, Jungkook.”

Your fingers curled tighter into his suit. “I hate it.”

The lie tasted sharp on your tongue. Because your body betrayed you instantly by leaning into him even as your words tried to push him away.

Why does he touch me like this?

Why does he remember?

When he finally lifted his head, his eyes were darker, heavier with everything he wasn’t hiding anymore. He looked at you like you were the only thing that existed. Then he leaned in, kissing your mouth, so unbearably sweet it terrified you.

It wasn’t the hot, desperate clash of casual sex. This was deep, full of quiet intention. His lips moved against yours like a confession, like he was pouring every unsaid feeling into you. Soft presses turned deeper, but never rushed. tongue brushing yours with such tender care that your chest ached. It felt like a lover’s kiss. Like someone who had already decided you were his and was showing you exactly how much.

Your fingers trembled against his jaw as you kissed him back despite yourself, the sweetness of it cracking something open inside you. This wasn’t just heat. this was intimacy.

Casual wasn’t supposed to feel like being known... and being cared for.

Your stomach twisted sharply, head spinning, because if you kept letting this happen...if you kept letting him kiss you like that, touch you like that, learn you like that...

You were going to start wanting things you had no right to want.

Things he had never promised. Things he might never give.

And that thought scared you enough to act. Your hand slid from his chest, pushing gently this time, creating real, intentional distance.

Your voice came out quieter than you expected, unsteady. “Jungkook…”

Swallowing hard, you forced the words out before you could change your mind. “We should stop this.”

A beat of silence followed as your chest rose and fell unevenly.

His brows pulled together slightly, not confused, but watchful. “Stop what?” he asked, voice low.

You forced yourself to hold his gaze. forced yourself not to look at his mouth and remember how soft it had felt against your skin just seconds ago.

Your throat tightened. “This,” you said quietly. “Us.”

You waited, then, more fragile and more honest than you wanted to sound—

“We should stop sleeping together.”

Jungkook didn’t move. Didn’t even breathe for a second too long.

The night air shifted around you, heavy and charged like something invisible had just snapped between you.

His hand was still resting at your waist, warm, but no longer pulling you close. Like he hadn’t decided yet whether to let go.

Silence stretched, dangerous, before he broke it, quietly.

“Because you hate it?” The words were calm. “Or because you don’t?”

Your fingers curled against your palms, nails pressing into skin as you forced yourself not to look at his mouth.

“That’s not the point,” you said, voice thinner than you wanted, pushing gently against his chest to create real distance this time. Your hand was even more intentional now.

His jaw shifted slightly, controlled but tense. “Then what is?”

You forced yourself to hold his gaze. “It’s getting messy,” you said quietly. honest in the worst way. “We agreed on casual. no strings... no expectations.”

Your eyes met his again, and it hurt. He was watching you like he was trying to understand something important. “And now?” he asked, two words, low and careful.

You swallowed hard. “Now it doesn’t feel casual anymore.” you admitted quietly.

Silence stretched, heavy and charged. Jungkook’s hand slipped from your waist. The loss of his warmth hit instantly.

He stepped back once, slow and measured, giving you space you suddenly didn’t want but desperately needed.

The distance between you settled like something real, something that hadn’t existed before tonight.

And for the first time since you’d met him, Jungkook didn’t try to reach for you again.

kaena’s note: this part was supposed to be longerrr but i cut it out and figured it would be better to end it here for now. thankyou so much for reading!! Hopefully i dont make yall wait longer than a week for the next part. Also, before i end my ramble, im aware many of you guys are probably confused and all over the place with a lot of things happening in this chapter and building up so far, but keep in mind everything i do is intentional, and i wont be leaving any plot holes behind!

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Can I just be loud and express how much I FUCKING LOVE THIS STORY!!!!!!!

The detailing is crazzzzyyyyy!! JK is soooooo down bad!!! OC is killing me but I completely understand her!! Bebe is just protecting herself after all the shit she went thru🥺

This chapter just made me SCREAAMMMM!!!!!! I am feral after JK’s confession gahdamnnn❤️‍🔥

I’m so looking forward to the next update, cannot wait!!!

@kurapikaenia author-nim, well fucking done 👏👏👏

[kookquettes]

OVERDRIVE ʲᵉᵒⁿ ʲᵘⁿᵍᵏᵒᵒᵏ ₊ ⊹₊ ⊹

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After discovering her brother's secret life as the leader of an underground racing crew, Y/N is pulled into a world of speed, danger, and rivalry. That's where she meets Jeon Jungkook - the fearless leader of the opposing crew, the one her brother can't stand, and the last person she should ever get close to. But Jungkook is impossible to ignore. And Y/ Nis impossible for him to forget. Because in a world where every choice could end in flames...falling for each other might be the most dangerous race of all.

pairing: racer.jk x model!reader

warning: brother's enemy, somewhat forbidden love, smut, angst, fluff, obsession, jealousy, possessiveness, masturbation, unprotected sex, sexting, bodily fluids, rough sex, multiple positions, public sex, degradation kink, dirty talk, sexual tension, sexual teasing, smoking, violence, illegal activities, mentions of blood, control

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glossary: teaser / chapter 1/ chapter 2 / chapter 3 / chapter 4 / chapter 5 / chapter 6 / chapter 7 / chapter 8/ chapter 9/ chapter 10

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sha’s note: so...this is kinda my first series here on tumblr. i got inspired to write this after relistening to ohmami by chase atlantic (i love ca to death) and also afterrewatching culpa mia hehe. i'm hella scared to see how this turns out cus tumblr is filled with incredible writers and i'm a newbie. please be nice to me 🥹🙏💗

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[bbs-ficrecs]

I’m obsessed?!?!

This series has me hooked and I’m excited to read what happens next. I especially loved the scene where JK sees her genuinely smile for the first time and is completely enamoured. It’s beautifully written and it really stuck with me. However the last chapter broke my heart a lil and cannot wait to see how JK makes up to her.

@kookquettes Hi author-nim.

I’m a new follower and just wanted to say your work is amazing. Cannot wait to read more! 🤍

[bbs-ficrecs]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Honestly? I’m obsessed with this series!! Its sooooo good!!! I love the plot, I love the characters, their interactions are amazing. It just feels so real! A proper combination of light hearted and heavy. I genuinely look forward to the updates and can’t wait to see what happens next. Legits feels like a kdrama!?! Like its just.so.good!!

@minjeonpark hello author-nim! 👋 I hope you’re doing well and I just wanted to say hi I’m a huge fan of your work. 🤍

[kpopfanfictrash]

Love to Hate (Master List)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Jungkook / Reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Fuck Buddies!AU

Status: Ongoing

Description: Born with a silver spoon in your mouth, you’ve done your best to rid yourself of the taste since you were old enough to walk. Occasionally though, your mother manages to rope you into an obligatory function – or a blind date with playboy billionaire, Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook stands for everything you loathe about the world you left behind, but you can’t deny the spark of attraction between you. Intrigued by the promise of mutual satisfaction, you agree to one night in bed… and quickly realize you’re in far, far deeper than you ever intended.

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[bbs-ficrecs]

This is one of my favourite series currently. I always look forward to the updates. All the characters, their chemistry, their conversations, their emotional constipation is so well written and keeps you entertained throughout. The story telling is done beautifully. All of the author’s works have been my favourite and so is this one! 🤍

[adriftmoonchild]

symmetry; jjk (m)

pairing: gryffindor!jungkook x slytherin!reader

genre: enemies to lovers, hogwarts au, smut

summary: with both of you being from rival houses, the smirk that jungkook seemed to throw in your direction every shared class did nothing for your disdain towards him. as far as you were concerned he was arrogant and childish; you just wished he wasn’t so damn good in bed.

word count: 10k.

a/n: i used to write on here a while ago but deleted my blog. since deciding i wanted to come back i figured i would start with what was my most loved fic. i tried to get my old url back, but alas, she was gone. enjoy.

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Gryffindor Kook and Slytherin reader?! Hell yeah! One of my favourite tropes. A fun read. Very well written and engaging. Plus cherry kook! 🤍

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✑ Summary: Finally getting a day off, your boyfriend takes you out on a date. Everything is sickeningly sweet until you visit a cute little lingerie store. All he wants to do now is get busy in the dressing room.

Pairing: boyfriend!jungkook x girlfriend!reader

AU/genre: fluff, smut, established relationship

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: Oh you know, just soft coupley things that make me wanna squeal and then…, dom!jungkook, sub!reader, semi-public sex, sex in front of the mirror, foreplay, dirty talk, penetration, breath play, vaginal fingering, breast play, tiny bit of biting, cunnilingus, a lot of licking….lets just say that, overstimulation, tiny bit of degradation at the end (jk calls reader a whore, reader says she wants to be called a slut), light ass spanking

Now Playing: Paradise - Bazzi

A/N: hi guys 👀 me again lmao...i love established relationship AUs so dang much so i wrote this. I'm actually kinda proud of how this turned out so I hope you enjoy as well 😗💜

Twisting in front of your bedroom mirror, you allow the delicate material of your dress to flow around your figure. You and Jungkook have agreed that spending the day together is much needed after your crazy, off the wall schedules keeps menacing with your relationship. Nothing in particular is planned though, it’ll be wherever the day takes you.

A pair of soft hands reach forward and set along your waist as you pat yourself down. You smile seeing your exceptionally handsome boyfriend in the reflection, his head calmly rests on your shoulder.

“You ready?” Jungkook pecks your cheek. The subtle action has every bone in your body quivering.

“In a minute,” you reply, taking in his appearance. Black t-shirt paired with a light jacket, dark washed jeans, and of course, he’s got his piercings in. His hair’s freshly washed too, locks still damp.

“Okay, but you look gorgeous as is,” he insists. “You don’t need to keep sprucing up you know.”

“But I want to look pretty for you.” You casually shoot back.

Jungkook pecks your cheek again. “You’re beautiful.” He pecks the side of your neck. “You’re sexy.” And turns your face towards his to peck your lips. “I love you always. Let’s go.”

You let out a small whine but he laces his fingers into yours and leads you out of the room.

Your date starts with brunch at a nearby cafe. The atmosphere is welcoming upon entrance. Everything is clean and consists of warm colors ranging from an intense orange to blush blue. It’s moderately crowded being the weekend but you manage to claim a window seat.

While you wait for a server, a few diners gaze your direction from a table diagonal to yours. They seem to be giggling and whispering to each other. You’re unsure what all the gossip's about until you realize they’re staring at your boyfriend. You suppress a smile but it doesn’t go unnoticed.

“You look like you have something to share,” Jungkook speaks up, intrigued.

“Mm.” You shake your head, denying the accusation.

“Tell me.”

“You just…have some admirers is all.”

Jungkook whips his head around at your words, scanning the room carefully. Grin spreads timidly across his face when he notices the group of individuals you’re referring to. He gives a tiny wave their direction, causing them to turn excitedly amongst each other.

“And what about you?” He returns his focus to you. “Are you my admirer too?”

“Maybe,” shoulders shrug as you crook your head sideways.

“How ‘bout now?” He leans over and steals a kiss.

“Maybe yes.”

“That’s not a definite answer. Should I keep giving you kisses until you admit you’re mine?” Lips move to capture yours again but the clearing of a throat puts it at a halt.

Jungkook yanks himself back in his original upright position, blinking up at your waitress standing at the edge of the table. The young woman greets you both with a cheerful smile that says get a room.

.

After brunch you decide to walk to the creek, arms entangling with one of his. It's been a secret place for the both of you since first getting together. Sure, a few other people know about it but it's tucked in, mostly hidden from the public eye. You and Jungkook happened to stumble upon it during one of your spontaneous outings. The steepness of the climb has had you secured in his grip many times before but you assure him you're well capable to trail down yourself today.

"Watch your step," he cautions, allowing you in front of him. “Don’t go too fast.”

"I got it, I got-Ahh!"

Okay maybe you're not so capable as you thought. One wrong step and you're sliding down the hill with Jungkook anxiously racing down to catch you.

"Y/N!" He stops your movement with a strong grip. You wince at the scraping of your legs. "Must you always be this stubborn?" He sturdies his stance and hauls you up in his arms.

"I prefer independent,” you correct.

"Your dress is stained and you have scratch marks all over your legs.”

"Evidence of my bravery."

"Are you actually okay baby?" His concern makes your eyes gleam. He’s always taking care of you.

"Extremely so," you snuggle into his chest, wrists locking together around his neck.

Jungkook carries you all the way to the bottom of the creek. He gently guides you down on your feet once finding a comfortable area. The bubbling of the water calls both of your attention almost immediately.

“Shall we?” You enclose your hand in his and start rock hopping. Jungkook chuckles at your eagerness.

“Y/n, what’d we learn about going too fast?”

“That a strong, muscly man like you will be hot on my trail, ready to rescue me!”

“Babe come on.”

“What? Am I going to need to get a new muscly man?”

“No, never! Only me.”

You look over your shoulder and throw him a wide smile. He’s always cutest when a hint of his possessive side sneaks out. Last week he stopped by your work during lunch and witnessed a coworker of yours hovering a little too close behind you. It was an accident but Jungkook didn’t see it as such and for the whole rest of the day, a pout rested on his face.

A bit more rock hopping and you feel the urge to rest and take in the scenery. Jungkook guides you to sit between his legs once finding an ideal landing area. The position gives you a direct view of the water rippling down the current while lush greenery shades you from the harsh beams of the sun. You relax into his chest, feeling the beat of his heart—complete ecstasy overtakes you.

.

Hours pass and evening falls. Looks like you lingered at the creek longer than expected, but it’s not like you were running on a schedule anyway. This was your day and you could do whatever you wanted. Jungkook even took a short nap believe it or not.

Strolling back to the middle of town, you notice many businesses remain open but the cafe you ate at for brunch is closed. Makes sense having only served breakfast and lunch items.

“Wanna go in?” You gesture to the mall up ahead. There’s a pretty decent crowd bustling inside, stirring your curiosity.

“Sure,” Jungkook replies. “Might as well see what all the hypes about.”

Entering the glass doors, red balloons and oversized signs catch your gaze. There’s a sale today, duh. No wonder there’s a slew of people gathering in here.

You and Jungkook scan the expanse of the mall but nothing quite catches your eye like the little lingerie shop who’s sign glows pink. You glance at each other, faint smirk on both your faces.

“Try this on.” Your boyfriend hands you what is probably the skimpiest bra and panty set you’ve ever seen. The amount of cut outs and transparent sections makes you wonder if you ought to just go naked instead.

“This is like three sizes too small for me Jungkook.” You shake the item at him, seeing right through his antics. “I’m not gonna be able to breathe.”

“It was all that was left,” he lies, eyes sparkling mischievously. “Obviously it’s a very hot commodity. Just try it on once. Go on, baby.” He nods towards the dressing rooms.

“You try it on,” you shove the material at him but he pushes it back into your hand.

“Please?” Head crooked to the side, Jungkook flashes you his doe eyes. Unfair, really. How can he make himself look that cute when you know he’s thinking about railing you against the nearest wall tonight?

You grip the fabric tighter and dangle it by your side. “The things I do for you,” you grit and walk towards the dressing room. Jungkook follows close behind, making sure to give your ass a little spank along the way.

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Once inside the changing room, you observe the contraption in its full essence. There’s no way this is going on your body smoothly. You remove your clothes and start wiggling into the set.

Yup, just as you thought. The panties barely cover your ass cheeks and the bra…don’t even get started on the bra. It’s lacy that’s for sure but also extremely see-through around the nipple area. Definitely the main selling point for Jungkook. He loves anything that shows even a sliver of your tits.

“Jungkook?” You poke your head out from the door of your changing room.

Your boyfriend looks up from his phone and leans off the wall. He strolls up to you, anticipation playing on his face. “Let me see.”

“Okay but just so you know, I can barely move in this.” The door creaks wide, revealing your form. Jungkook doesn’t even try containing the grin pulling on his lips.

“Fuck yeah, that’s coming home with us,” he cuts shortly, scanning over your body like a starved animal.

“This is squeezing me in every way possible. Can’t you choose something else?”

He steps into the stall, hands reaching out to grip your bare sides. “Nope, I choose this. You look stunning baby, sexy as fuck. Wanna shove you up against the back of this door and pound you that’s how much this turns me on.”

“Jungkook…this is a public place. Keep it in your pants until we get home.” You try shrugging his hold off but your boyfriend, evidently stronger than you, anchors his hands around your waist.

“Not sure if I can do that baby,” he says, pressing himself against your body, making you feel his growing erection. “I think it wants out.”

Scoffing, you send him an eye roll. “It always wants out.”

“And that’s a problem how?” He retaliates, grinding into you nice and firm. The motion has your legs shift apart, arousal builds in your core almost instantly. You’re beginning to truly realize how easy it takes for your boyfriend to get you going.

Embarrassingly easy.

“Jungkook,“ you lift your arms around his neck as if habitual.

“Is this you saying yes to a quickie?”

“Lock the door,” you bite your lip expectantly.

He’s desperate. Ferocious even. You try with all your might to keep in perfect sync with his lips but it’s impossible. He's determined to drown you out. You end up slipping a hand down to palm his bulge, knowing he’ll groan in response. And groan he does; long and deep. You love it. But as if triggered, your body’s forced around immediately, back tight against his muscular chest.

“Fucking look at yourself baby," he grabs a hold of your thighs and squeezes them roughly. "Absolutely addicting.”

You stare at your reflection in the mirror facing you, Jungkook's eyes are staring back. It's a bit surreal and you find yourself freezing momentarily. Was this your life? You watch as he moves his lips to the edge of your neck, eagerly applying open mouth kisses to the area. Your eyes threaten to close at the sensation but your boyfriend gives you a little nip, drawing a sharp yelp out of you.

“Keep them open,” he demands, tongue brushing over the slightly sore spot. The gesture sends waves of pleasure up your spine. It's very difficult to do as he says in this condition but you do it anyway.

Satisfied, Jungkook returns to sucking on your neck. He sneaks his arms under yours to gather your breasts in his palms at the same time. You reflexively draw a hand up and card through his hair with your fingers.

“Your tits look so hot in this,” he comments, pushing them together in a tight ball. "Shit." Thumbs glide across the tips of your buds as he continues kneading your breasts rougher and rougher until—

“Fuck!” Jungkook eyes dilate when your breasts pop out of the bra. All his endless groping managed to completely dismantle the material. Its straps are hanging off your shoulders and the clasp is ripped out of place.

“You busted it!” You spin to face him but he pays no attention to your protest. Instead, he throws the barely there bra off in one motion and starts mouthing your mounds like a beast. The delicious friction causes your back to arch and head to snap back simultaneously.

“Ahh—Jungkook this—arhh!”

“You know I love your singing baby but unless you want someone to catch us, I suggest you stifle some of those moans,” he mutters switching between your breasts.

Reluctantly, you bite back every whine that's begging to escape out but Jungkook isn't making it easy. He tugs your nipples with his teeth, tongue darting out to circle over them for extra stimulation. You find yourself quickly loosing your balance and stumble back into the door of the changing room. Jungkook grunts and follows your movement, lips still enveloped around a tit. He gives the other a few lengthy sucks before finally pulling off. Yeah, these are going to be aching tomorrow.

“You’re a tit man through and through,” you pant, heart pounding.

“Guilty,” he shrugs before yanking your panties down to your ankles. You gladly step out of them, fully aware of what's to come. “Look how much you’re dripping baby,” he says collecting some of the arousal glistening along your folds.

“Jungkook, I-you said this was going to be a quickie.”

“Yeah, I did,” he replies and plunges two of his fingers into your wet, hot cunt. “But you know you need to come at least once before you can take me. Always gotta stretch this tight little pussy out, ain’t that right baby?”

“J-Jungkook!!” Pleasure spikes through your system as he breaks through your walls. This isn’t your first time but it sure fucking feels like it.

"Apparently my baby needs help staying quiet hm?" His free hand encloses around the base of your neck without warning, applying enough pressure to keep you from being too loud but without hurting you. The hold sends you into overdrive.

Jungkook studies your face; eyes rolled back and lids closed. He feels his length throbbing in his pants as he views your fucked out state. You hear the squelching of your heat increase with every twist of his fingers, provoking him to pump faster. A couple of hard curls later and he has your pussy spasming, triggering your first orgasm. Jungkook removes his grip around your neck as your cum rapidly spills over his fingers.

You feel some of the sticky substance run down your inner thigh when he extracts himself from your cunt but it doesn't get far. With the flat of his tongue, Jungkook cleans it up until there’s no trace of excess spillage left. He decides to do the same to your pussy but ends up getting carried away and dips his tongue between your weeping folds, ramming it in and out.

"Too much," you pull on his hair but he's unfazed. "Jungkook too much…I can't—"

And there you go, your second orgasm rips through your body in a hurricane of vibrations. Your boyfriend gives your pussy one last stripe with his tongue before popping off to grip the band of his pants.

Fully hard and leaking, you whimper at the sight of his cock out of its restraints. How it manages to fit inside your cunt makes your head spin. Your mouth waters as you prepare to drop to your knees but he stops you from lowering yourself mid-motion.

“This floor’s too damn dirty baby,” he coos. “And you’re too beautiful to get on your knees right now so I’m gonna hold you up and fuck you like you deserve.”

Your thighs are raised into his palms before you have time to counter. Jungkook secures you up along the wall of the dressing room, your arms lock around neck for extra support. The lack of distance between your bodies has the head of his length teasing your entrance. You’re about to tell him to hurry up and push in but he slams into you before you can squeak the words out.

“F-fuck,” you gasp having the breath knocked out of you.

Your eyes shift to the mirror angled in the corner behind you both. It’s position allows you a perfect view of Jungkook’s length sheltering itself in you over and over. You’ve never really watched your boyfriend fuck the daylights out of you before. Maybe you should do it more, seeing as the pressure in your core heightens in response.

“Dammit baby,” he buries his face in the juncture between your neck and shoulder. “I’m not gonna last much longer when you feel like a fucking dream around me.”

“Well same here,” your chest rises heavily against his. “I think I’m going to fall apart the way your cock’s drilling into me.”

Unable to restrain himself further, his thick, hard length beats itself in your inviting walls at a pace so overwhelming it has you shaking and clenching in seconds. Jungkook brings his lips feverishly over yours. Tongues roll in each others mouths to keep either of you from screaming and alerting outsiders.

Your kisses get sloppy with every thrust of his hips and you end up exploding around him first, bathing him in your cum. He shoots his load in you closely after. The mixture of warmth draws a long moan from both of you as you relax into each other’s bodies.

Once you recover your breath, Jungkook sets your feet back on the ground. You find yourself wobbling ever so slightly, earning you a cocky smirk from your boyfriend.

“You okay?” he asks, knowing you’re not.

You steady yourself on the surface of the door with a hand. “Every time we fuck you manage to make me come faster,” you start slowly. “I might not be able to keep up much longer.”

“Baby,” he picks up his pants from the bench. “You can’t even keep up now.”

Fire reignited, you meet the whites of his eyes. “Hurry up and get your clothes on because when we get home I want you to on your back, calling me a slut while I ride your cock until you’re begging me to slow down.”

“Shit, you’re gonna make me come again.”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that you little whore.”

Well, looks like this date's become like the rest; starts sweet and ends steamy. Are you surprised though? Not when it's Jungkook you're dating.

A/N: Hey guys thanks for all your reads on this fic, means a lot that you'd stop by 😊 Please let me know your thoughts if you enjoyed this; a little encouragement goes a long way for writers like me 💜😘

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redamancy - jjk (part II)

⤖ genre: fluff, future smut, angst, gardener!jeongguk x rich!reader, okay but jeongguk isn't really a gardener like that but you'll see, kinda slow burn but not really

⤖ pairing: jeongguk x female reader

⤖ rating: 18+

⤖word count: approx. 12.2 k words

⤖ warnings: explicit language

summary: jeongguk is just a normal dude with a simple routine. wake up, go to the gym, work his job as a waiter at this posh upscale restaurant in the heart of gangnam before coming home to a night full of video games and ramen (it's delicious and cheap). that routine gets disrupted when he accidentally taps the back of an expensive sports car of one of the richest men in south korea. considering he's broke, he couldn't afford to pay for the damages so the man makes a deal with him by offering him to work at his house as one of the gardeners. jeongguk takes it but wasn't prepared to meet this beautiful young woman who's constantly lounging by the pool, you, the rich man's daughter.

author's note: hiiii here we are with part 2!! i just want to say that when i originally started this story, i did not intend for them to immediately jump into things. after outlining this story, i didn't realize it would be kind of slow burn. but honestly tho, it's really not that much of a slow burn. i hope you guys enjoy part 2. i have to be honest and say i had trouble writing it at first because i just wasn't satisfied with how it was turning out. i also didn't expect it to be this long but here we are lol. on a side note, i've noticed people saying that they'd like to be added to the taglist which i've actually never made before. but if you want to be added to the taglist, please send me an ask. have a lovely day!

Your legs felt like they were ready to give out at any moment. With the lack of food in your system and the amount of walking you’ve done, you’re just about ready to collapse to the ground. Meanwhile your mother continues ahead of you, happy to step into the next shop to search for more clothes. 

It was a pain shopping with your mother. She must take her sweet time, having the store employees bring her clothes so she can scrutinize them one by one until there’s something deemed to her liking or approval. 

You just came out of the Hermes store after what seems like an hour later, your mother having bought four new purses because according to her, “My other Hermes bags are in poor condition.” Though you know it was an excuse to buy four other colors so she can match them with her outfits. If there’s one thing your mother isn’t, that is an outfit repeater. You would never catch her wearing the same outfit in public more than once.

You love your mother, you really do. It makes you happy to spend time with her, especially since you were away from her for so long. However, her way of spending time with you is by going shopping whereas all you want to do is sit in and watch a movie with her. You don’t think this woman has ever actually sat down to watch a movie since you were a kid. 

It’s been a few days since you’ve been home. There hasn’t been much going on other than you watching Netflix in the theater room you guys have in the house and munching on whatever the home chefs have cooked. 

Your mother walked in on you eating a pint of the brown sugar brittle ice cream while binging the latest Korean drama people have been raving about on social media. With a disapproving look, she had told you she wants to go shopping because ‘it’s been a while since we’ve had a mother-daughter day, my love.’ 

Hence, here you are trudging behind your mother who is dressed to the nines with not a single hair out of place. Meanwhile you’re clad in a black turtleneck dress topped with an oversized dark grey blazer that reaches your mid-thigh. A large buckle is cinched around your waist, and you’ve got on a pair of black platform boots that go slightly above your ankles. In your hand you hold a black leather quilted Chanel bag. 

It's a requirement from your mother to be dressed up whenever the two of you go out because, ‘Y/N, it would be embarrassing if a fashion mogul’s daughter were to wear such basic clothing.’  Not that you have any complaints, you enjoy dressing up. You have the money and privilege to buy nice clothing you might as well take advantage of it. 

More than yourself, you feel bad for your mother’s assistant who is walking beside her with at least ten bags in her hands from all the designer shops you’ve visited. You insisted on helping her carry some of them, but she just wouldn’t budge. Probably too afraid to hand you a bag in front of your mother. 

You need some form of food or beverage in your system before you pass out. You call for your mother before she enters the MAC makeup store, causing her to stop in her tracks and look at you expectantly with a raised eyebrow. 

“Mother, you can look through this store while I get a drink from that café we just passed,” you tell her, referring your hand to the coffee shop two stores behind. 

She raises her eyebrows, gaze switching between the café and you before speaking, “Sweetheart, we have reservations at Pierre Gagnaire à Séoul at seven.” She taps her manicured nail on top of her Rolex watch to point out the time being six-thirty. 

You purse your lips, eyes shutting so you don’t end up rolling them at her, “It’s just a drink, mother.” 

“Drink that is probably made with cheap ingredients. I’m sure the French restaurant has a—” She starts but you interrupt her before she can finish. 

“Mother, I’m just really thirsty right now and would like a drink,” Voice controlled in attempt to not sound too irritated with her, you give her a tight-lipped smile. 

She lets out a defeated sigh, looking at her assistant who just shrugs in response. “Fine but be quick.” And with that, her assistant opens the door of the shop, bags rustling on her elbow and your mother disappears inside. 

Shoulders relaxing and a breath of relief escaping your lips, you head inside of the café. The sweet smell of pastries and coffee immediately fill your nostrils, making you smile in delight. The atmosphere is nice and cozy, korean ballads playing on the speakers. 

+ 

“Okay so what other suggestions do you have?” Jimin asks Taehyung incredulously, straw touching his pursed lips. 

“How about sky diving?” Taehyung responds, slurping his strawberry crème Frappuccino loudly. It’s quiet for a moment, causing him to look up between his friends, “What?” He wonders in genuine confusion. 

Jeongguk just shakes his head tiredly, drinking his own mocha frappe and enjoying the frozen taste of the chocolatey beverage swirled with a hint of bitterness. He’s more of a Frappuccino and juice kind of guy over lattes and americanos. He doesn’t understand how his friends drink that nasty stuff. 

The three of them are currently sitting in a booth of a coffee shop they frequent at since it’s close to the record store their friend, Yoongi, owns. Well, also because their Jin hyung is the manager here and he’s currently working at the front. They can hear his windshield wiper laugh at something one of the old men playing chess by the window said.

Jeongguk met up with the other two after finishing his shift at the restaurant he works at. Luckily, he didn’t have to go to the Kim’s estate today for his gardening job. Taehyung was coming from his job where he works at a pottery studio whereas Jimin just finished teaching a dance class. The three of them were talking about things they can do for Jeongguk’s birthday which happens to be in a few weeks. 

Jeongguk insisted it was too early to even plan anything, but Jimin insisted that they should at least have some form of idea for what they can do. Being the angel that Jimin is, he would never let any of their friends not celebrate their birthday. He was the one who started the whole celebration tradition every time someone in their friend group’s birthday came around. 

“Tae,” Jimin holds is head in his hand, “You do realize Jin hyung and Hobi hyung would never do that.” 

“Sure they would,” Taehyung quips enthusiastically, mouth wrapping around the straw again to slurp his drink. 

“No,” Jeongguk shakes head, “They won’t. They would piss themselves before we’d even get on the plane.” He looks at Jimin, “Why do we even ask him for suggestions? You know he always has spontaneous ideas.” 

With an offended look, hand on his chest, Taehyung says, “My ideas are always fun. It’s not my fault you guys are pussies.” 

“We can’t even afford to go sky driving, you fool.” Jimin tells him and Taehyung pauses in place, mouth open in thought for a few seconds. 

“Wait, you’re right. We’re too poor for that.” Taehyung deflates, leaning his back against the cushioned booth. 

“Look, we still have time, hyung. And you know me,” Jeongguk leans back against the cushion as well, twirling his straw in his drink, “My birthday isn’t a big deal. We can just hang out at Jin hyung’s apartment or something.” He suggests. 

“Yah! Why do you guys always wanna celebrate at my apartment?” The handsome man in question interrupts, walking up next to their table. There was a black apron wrapped around his waist, indicating that he was still on his shift. 

“Because your apartment is the biggest out of everyone’s,” Jeongguk tells him matter-of-factly, scooting over with an irritated sigh when Jin shoves him aside so he can sit down.

“So what? You guys always make a ruckus every time you come over,” Jin whines, “Remember last time when you were at my house. I had complaints from the floors above and below and my neighbors next door.”

“It’s not our fault Jimin hyung was cheating in monopoly,” Taehyung remarks and Jimin gasps out of offense. 

“For the millionth, I was not cheating!” He defends but the three of them still don’t believe it. There was no way he was able to win all those properties. 

“Yeah yeah,” Jin waves off, “Whatever you say.” Jimin just pouts in return, arms crossing over his chest as he leans back against the booth. 

“You guys are dickheads, full offense,” Jimin sneers at all of them. “You have no faith that I can win at a game just because I—” He’s cut off by a loud gasp coming from Taehyung, startling all of them. 

“What is it?” Jeongguk asks curiously, taking in his friend’s agape jaw as he stares passed them towards something at the front. 

“Did Mr. Lee flip the table again after losing in chess?” Jin groans, about to stand up so he can break up the fight between the two old men again. 

Those chess games are always intense. Last time Jeongguk was at the coffee shop, he saw Mr. Lee raise his cane at the other man out of anger but before he can smack him, Jin had to step in between only to get whacked in the head. Jeongguk could’ve sworn that he was going to die of laughter that day.

“No dude…” Taehyung leans his cheek on his palm and sighs dreamily, “There’s this really pretty girl who just ordered at the cash register and she’s holding one of those leather quilted Chanel bags.” They all shake their heads at him because he’s so damn dramatic. 

“No way,” Jin grunts, “Every customer I served today was old and smelled like—”

“Holy shit, she’s got the cutest face,” Taehyung pants and everyone at the table grows curious. Jimin scoots all the way down until he’s sticking his head out the booth like Taehyung to see what he’s talking about. 

“Oh, he’s not kidding,” Jimin stares along with the boy. 

This peaks Jeongguk and Jin’s interest, causing them to turn their heads and look as well. Jeongguk follows their line of vision, eyes widening in recognition because it’s you. You’re standing there in front of the pick-up counter, dressed in stylish clothes that are most likely very expensive. Your eyes wander around the coffee shop, a small smile playing on your lips as you wait for your order

Jin whistles, mouth open as well, “She looks expensive.” He comments. 

“She is,” Jeongguk responds, causing the three of the guys to look at him questioningly, “That’s Mr. Kim’s daughter.” 

“That’s her?” Jimin gawks.

“You weren’t kidding about how hot she is,” Jin adds. 

Jeongguk doesn’t look away, watching how you hold the door open for an elder lady whose hands were full, offering to help her out. The lady shakes her head with a smile on her face and you lightly bow your head in return, giving her a sweet smile. 

He’s been seeing you by the pool from time to time. It’s been a few days since he first met you. You guys didn’t interact much. Whenever you were around one another, you would greet each other with a smile or wave but nothing more. You’d say hi to Jeongguk whenever you were sitting by the pool and he’d wave back, trying not to stare at you for too long because he didn’t want to look like a creep. He just couldn’t himself sometimes and peek some glances at you reading a book, clothed in a new swimsuit. Some of them would show a little more cleavage than normal and he’d try not to look.

Sometimes he would see Dohyun attempt to conversate with you, stuttering out of nervousness but you were never rude about it, just responding back politely to the boy. 

You genuinely seemed like a nice person much to Jeongguk’s surprise. He would’ve thought the daughter of a rich family like yours would be stuck up and snobby. But you weren’t. You seemed to be independent, doing things yourself without the help of the butlers or maids in the house. 

“Dude…” Taehyung whispers, “I can’t believe you get to see her whenever you’re working. You must be jerking off somewhere in private.” 

Jeongguk looks at him with furrowed brows and a scowl on his face, “Listen, there’s a time and place for jerking off and it wouldn’t be at their house.” 

“Ahhh so you admit you do that when you leave from there?” Jin smirks but Jeongguk just glares in return. 

“I can’t stand you guys sometimes,” He mumbles, peaking at you one more time before looking down at the table again. 

He would’ve loved to talk to you more but for some reason, he’s been hesitant. He doesn’t know if it’s because you’re basically the daughter of his boss and he’d get in trouble for talking with you, let alone being near you.. Or he’s just intimidated by you for some reason even though you look like you wouldn’t even harm a fly. 

“What was her name again?” Jimin asks.

“Y/N…” Jeongguk mumbles. 

“Don’t worry dude, I’ll help you out,” Taehyung reassures and Jeongguk just looks at him confused before his eyes widen because— “Hey Y/N! Over here!” 

Jeongguk wants to die. He wants the ground to open a hole and swallow him. He wants to disappear for good. Maybe move to Amsterdam. But before running away, he’s going to murder Kim Taehyung and toss his body into the Han River. 

“Tae!” Jeongguk hisses, lips pursed and nostrils flaring out of annoyance. 

“Oh shit, she’s coming over here,” Taehyung whispers, smiling excitedly and waving at the approaching person. 

Stupid Taehyung and his stupid social butterfly personality. 

Jeongguk covers his face with his hand, feeling his ears burning up because you’re going to see that it’s him and know that he talked about you to his friend because how else would Taehyung know your name. 

“Hi…do I know you? Oh—Jeongguk?” You sounded wary at first, most likely because you didn’t know who Taehyung was and why he knew your name, but your voice changed to realization when you recognize him sitting at the table as well. 

Jeongguk lifts his hands from his face to look at you, “Hey Y/N.” 

“Hey…” You greet back, flashing him a small smile. “I was wondering how you,” You refer to Taehyung, “knew my name.” 

“Ah yes, Jeongguk told us you live at the house he’s been working at,” Taehyung clarifies, and you look like you’re holding back a smile. Jeongguk attempts to avoid your curious glance, staring down at the table. “I’m Kim Taehyung, Jeongguk’s best friend.” 

Ex-best friend now, Jeongguk thinks. 

You shake the hand Taehyung is holding out, “I’m Y/N but it looks like you already know that.” You chuckle. 

Death, where are you? When are you coming?

“I’m Jimin,” The boy sitting next to Taehyung introduces himself, flashing his signature eye smile where his eyes turn into crescent which automatically causes you to smile back in return. 

The Park Jimin effect. You already seem charmed by it. 

“Nice to meet you, Jimin,” you nod your head towards him. 

“And allow me to introduce myself, I am Seokjin, but you can call me Jin,” The older man speaks, holding out his hand for you to shake as well. “I am the man who raised,” Pointing his thumb towards Jeongguk behind him, “This kid right here.” 

Jeongguk scoffs, “You didn’t raise me.” 

“As you can see, when they grow older, they become ungrateful pieces of shits,” Jin speaks through a smile, making you cover your mouth and laugh. 

“I see,” Your eyes meet Jeongguk’s once again before they look away. . 

“So, what brings you down here, Y/N?” Taehyung asks, chin resting on his hand to show you that he has your full attention. 

“Oh nothing,” You shake your head and let out a tired sigh, “Just been shopping with my mother for hours. I got thirsty and decided to get a drink.” 

Jeongguk can see how nervous you are with the way your hand is tightly clenching the chain of your purse. The tip of your ears are a little red and you don’t hold eye contact with any of them for too long.

You must not talk to people often. 

“Nice, nice,” Taehyung nods and then glances down at something in your hand, making you curious and check what he’s looking at. 

Jeongguk wants to smack his palm against his face. There’s no way he’s about to ask if—

“Is that real Chanel?”

Of course, he would ask. 

There’s no way Taehyung wouldn’t ask when he’s a fan of fashion and constantly splurges on designer wear when he can. 

“Oh, um I think it is,” You hold up the black purse, “I’ve had it for some time I guess it looks a little worn out.” 

“No way, I just…it’s so shiny,” Taehyung marvels, making you chuckle. “Do you mind if I look at it?” 

Yep, it’s done. They’re done. Jeongguk can’t do this anymore. 

Jimin smacks Taehyung’s shoulder, causing the other boy to flinch while Jeongguk groans, face in his hands again. Jin just laughs out loud, smacking the table.

“Yah! You don’t just ask someone that,” Jin muses and Taehyung just pouts, looking like a kicked puppy.

“It’s okay,” You laugh, “I don’t mind.” You hand the purse over as if you’ve known Taehyung all his life and there’s no big deal with just simply handing him a two-thousand-dollar purse.

You just met the guy, Jeongguk thinks. 

“Iced vanilla latte for Y/N!” One of the café workers call, forcing you to look away. 

“Oh, I’ll be right back,” You inform, pulling away from the table to get your drink. 

As soon as you leave to get the drink, Jeongguk crumbles his receipt and tosses it at Taehyung’s face, hitting his forehead. “What the fuck are you doing?” 

Taehyung ignores Jeongguk, “This is such a nice purse, guys feel it.” He holds out the purse in the center of the table and Jimin and Jin poke it curiously. 

“Feels luxurious,” Jin comments and Jimin nods in agreement. 

“You guys are killing me,” Jeongguk groans, watching you walk back to the table after saying thank you to the worker. 

“Y/N, this is such a nice purse,” Taehyung tells you, handing you your purse bag so you can shrug the chain onto your shoulder again.

“Oh, thank you,” You wrap your lips around the iced latte to take a sip. “This is a good latte.” 

“It probably would’ve been even better if I made it,” Jin jokes, though Jeongguk knows he’s being serious. You giggle, straw between your lips. 

You have such a cute laugh, he thinks. Jeongguk wouldn’t mind hearing it more. In fact, he’s a little jealous that his friends are making you laugh when he’s barely talked to you. Before anyone can say anything else, the sound of a cell phone ringing causes you guys to halt. 

“Oop, sorry about that,” You mutter, setting your drink down onto the table so you can open your purse and dig through it for your phone. He notices how you roll your eyes, clicking the volume button to turn off the ringing. “It’s my mother. She’s probably wondering where I am right now.” 

Jeongguk deflates, a little bummed that you must leave. But at the same time, he feels relief because he doesn’t think he can handle any more embarrassing comments from his friends. 

“Awh that’s okay. It was nice meeting you!” Taehyung beams. 

Your lips pull into a bright smile, “You as well. It was lovely to meet all of you.” 

Your eyes meet with Jeongguk’s a little longer than the rest of everyone else when you say goodbye to them, causing his lips to pull into a small smirk. There’s a certain gleam in your eye and he notices that you’re trying not to smile too widely. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Jeongguk,” You mutter shyly, and he nods, watching you wave at the other boys one last time before leaving the coffee shop. 

“He’s staring,” Jimin laughs, seeing how Jeongguk’s eyes watch you disappear down the sidewalk. 

He feels something wet in his ear, causing him to flinch. He looks at Jin in disgust when he realizes the man put his finger in his mouth before poking it into his ear. The older man is just laughing that hideous laugh of his.

“Dude what the fuck,” Jeongguk whacks his shoulder. “Are you sure you’re older than us? or are you 10?”

“Yah! We were calling your name, but you were too busy watching her leave,” Jin snickers. 

“I was just…” Think of an excuse, Jeongguk. “I was trying to make sure she left safely.” His eyes might’ve stared a little too long at your bare legs, but he won’t admit that. 

“No but for real dude, you weren’t kidding. She’s cute,” Taehyung says and the other two boys nod. 

“You calling her over here, did not fucking help,” Jeongguk glowers and Taehyung just waves it off. 

“Please,” Taehyung finishes the rest of his drink, “You’re gonna thank me later because at least she knows you talk about her.” 

Jeongguk just stares at him, lips parted, and eyebrows furrowed. “She’s gonna think I’m weird.” 

“You’ve always been weird. Somehow chicks still dig that,” Jin adds, standing up from the table to go back to the kitchen. 

“She was definitely looking at you a lot, Guk-ah.” Jimin remarks and Jeongguk just shrugs in response. 

“Taehyung, you’re dead to me,” Jeongguk scoots out of the booth, ready to go home. 

“Thank you so much, Taehyung.” Taehyung changes the tone of his voice to try and imitate Jeongguk’s. “Thank you for giving Y/N the push to talk to me.” 

“Yeah yeah, whatever,” Jeongguk grumbles, tossing his cup in the trash. “I’ll see you losers later.” 

+ 

The following day at the Kim estate, Jeongguk is wiping the sweat off his forehead after he finishes throwing some mulch on top of the soil. He heaves out a deep breath, squinting to avoid the sunlight that’s directly beaming down on him. He pulls off the thick gloves he’s wearing and tosses them onto the ground. His palms are sweaty, causing him to grimace and wipe it against his shirt. 

Pulling his phone out from the pocket of his jumpsuit to look at the time, it was three thirty-four in the afternoon which means it was almost time for him to pack up and go. He begins putting the tools into a bucket, ready to take it back to the shed. 

Luckily, Dohyun isn’t here today to bother him like he usually does by the end of the work day. He called in about something important he had to do. Jeongukk doesn’t know and he certainly doesn’t care. 

Earlier when he was in the backyard with one of the other workers, he noticed that you weren’t there yet. Quite frankly, he doesn’t know if he wants to see you after what happened yesterday. He’s still a little worried that you might think he’s a creep now but judging from the smile you gave him before leaving, you might be okay. 

When he’s walking towards the back with the bucket full of tools in one hand, he looks up and sees you lying on the sun lounger once again in your usual position with a book in your hand and wine glass in the other. He bites down on his lower lip, trying not to smile or look excited. However, the corners of his mouth can’t help but pull up at the sight of cute you look, invested into the book you’re reading. You eyebrows are furrowed and there’s a pout on your glossy lips. 

He disappears into the shed, setting the bucket onto the shelf. Resting his hand on top of one of the wooden tables, he taps his finger against it in contemplation. Maybe he should walk up to you and apologize about his embarrassing friends yesterday. He’s not really the type to get embarrassed though. Jeongukk doesn’t know why but your opinion of him matters for some reason. 

He also unfriended Taehyung on their PlayStation connect, refusing to play Call of Duty with him just to be petty. The other boy had called him through Jimin’s phone to whine and eventually, Jeongguk gave in. 

He turns around, walking right out of the shed only to harshly bump into your body. You almost lose balance and fall back but he quickly catches you by wrapping one of his arms around your back like the males do in those Korean dramas Jimin watches. You squeal, hands pressing to his chest. 

“Hi,” Your cheeks are flushed pink. Jeongguk just thinks it's cute that you’re flustered. 

He’s trying so hard not to dip his gaze below your neck, knowing you were in another swimsuit where your cleavage is spilling out yet again. It looks even more visible from his angle above you due to his tall stature. Jeongguk gulps, a large hand pressed over almost the entirety of your bare back and he can feel you slightly shiver. 

He is a weak man. 

Your eyes are full of surprise, lips in a pout yet they look so damn kissable. He has the strong urge to lean down and press his lips against yours, curious about how they would taste. How it feels to put his tongue in your mouth and ravish you. Your neck looks kissable too, smooth, and bare and perfect for him to bite into. 

Calm the fuck down, Jeongguk. 

“Hey,” Jeongguk muses, lips quirking into a smirk. “Looking for me?” 

“Uh…” You let out a breathy laugh, looking away, “Actually I was.” 

This takes him by surprise, brow raising in question. You purse your lips, eyes trailing from his face to his chest which your hands are still pressed against. It appears you’re trying to control yourself as well. Avoiding looking at his chest, Jeongguk tries to hold back a laugh. Clearing your throat, you pat his right pec, signaling him that you were okay, and he quickly lets go. 

“Sorry,” He mumbles, and you just shake your head. 

“No no, you’re fine. It was my fault for bumping into you like that,” You reassure, fingers twiddling together. 

“How are you doing?” You ask him and he just shrugs, leaning his shoulder against the doorway of the shed. 

Keep it cool, Jeongguk. Pretend like yesterday didn’t happen. Don’t even bring it up. 

“I’m alright. About to head out actually,” He informs you. 

“Aw really?” you ask and Jeongguk could tell you’re a little disappointed from the way your shoulders drop. 

“Yeah, it’s been a long day,” he tells you, making you nod understandably. “Is there something you needed?” 

Your eyes widen in surprise for a second before they turn back normal, “Um I just needed help with something but it’s okay, you can leave. I don’t wanna hold you up. I’ll just ask someone else.”

Jeongguk shakes his head, “Nah don’t worry about it. What’s up?” He prods. 

You look hesitant to speak, probably worried you’re being a bother even though you’re not. At least you’re speaking to him. He thought you would want nothing to do with him.

“The umbrella by the sunbed isn’t opening. I think the lever to pull it up is stuck,” You explain, hand referring to the closed umbrella by the chair. 

Jeongguk looks at it before glancing back at you, “I can help you.” 

Your eyes light up in happiness but you still ask, “Are you sure?” 

He responds with a nod, giving you a reassuring look, “Yeah, it won’t take long I think.” He walks with you following in toe behind him. He feels your eyes on his back and he smirks a little. 

He knows he has a nice ass. He’s been told by many. He takes great pride in it. However, it boosts his ego even more when he knows that you’re looking.  

Wrapping his hand around the lever, he grunts when it takes a bit of a push to pull it up, but it eventually does, making you clap. 

“Yay, thank you!” You grin, “The sun has been bugging me.” 

“Yeah, no problem,” He rests his hands on his hips, glancing down at the book on the table. The edge of his lips quirk up.

“What?” You follow his line of vision and notice him staring at the book, “Have you read that book before?”

“Yeah, and the ending sucked,” Jeongguk tells you, picking up the book. 

You groan, “No way, really?” And he nods in response. “I didn’t know you like romance books.” You say, curiosity in your tone. 

Jeongguk shrugs, “I don’t,” That’s a lie, he loves them. “But my little sister loves them,” No she doesn’t, she’s a fan of the horror genre but you didn’t need to know that. 

“Ah I see,” You look down at the floor, “I didn’t know you have a sister.” 

“Yeah, she’s thirteen.” Jeongguk doesn’t know why he tells you that when you didn’t even ask. 

You nod at the information, the air becoming silent for a moment. Neither of you speak, unsure of what to say. You seem to find the pool interesting, eyes set on the water, but your cheeks are flushed and you’re biting into your lower lip. Jeongguk takes that minute to allow his eyes to travel over your beautiful figure clad in a black one-piece that hugs your curves. It has a sweetheart neckline which again, shows a bit of your cleavage. There are slits running down on each side, revealing your skin even more. 

He just wanted to pick you up and take you somewhere where he can devour you. Maybe even on the sunbed but that wouldn’t look good if someone walked in. 

Jeongguk really needs to control his damn thoughts. You might not even be interested. 

Mentally slapping himself out of his horny thoughts, he clears his throat, “So I notice you read a lot of books.” 

Your eyes move back to his face and there’s a glint in your eyes, brow raised in question. “You must be looking over here a lot to notice then.” 

Fuck, Jeongguk really dug his grave for that one. Why would he say that? 

You have a knowing smile on your lips, but Jeongguk refuses to be nervous about it. Instead, he holds up his hands in defense and says, “It was just an observation,” You giggle and that makes his stomach flutter because holy shit, it was such an adorable sound, “I can’t help but look at what’s in my peripheral vision every time I come here.” He points to the shed. 

You hum, amusement apparent on your face and you don’t push it any further. Instead, you respond, “Yeah, I read a lot,” A sigh escapes your lips, “I have nothing better to do if I’m being honest.” 

Before he can even think he asks, “Don’t you have friends?” He wants to smack himself at how rude he must sound but you don’t seem to look offended. 

Rather, you have a small smile on your lips, but it looks a little sad, and you shrug mindlessly, “Not really friends friends. Most people become friends with me because they know who my parents are or they’re too stuck up for my liking. My mother tries to get me to go out with some of the girls from people that she knows but…” You shake your head, a frown on your face as if thinking back to a memory, “…they’re really not my cup of tea.” 

Jeongguk catches the small glimpse of sadness on your face and for some reason, it causes a small ache in his chest. He doesn’t know you at all, but he can tell you are genuinely being truthful about it. You seemed afraid to befriend someone without the intention of them using you. You’re not the type of person to let someone use you, he can see that. But you also seem to be a little worried about how people view you based on how he saw you interacting with his friends yesterday. 

“So, you just sit by the pool and read all day?” He asks and you nod. 

“Pretty much,” You confirm before adding, “Or watch Netflix in the theater room.” 

Jesus, they have a theater room in this house? It shouldn’t surprise him, considering how large the mansion is but it still takes him by surprise. He can only imagine how amazing his video game would look on the large screen. 

“Sounds…boring,” He states bluntly and you just laugh, nodding your head. 

“It can be boring,” You agree. 

Jeongguk ponders for a moment, looking away from you. Your life sounds pretty lame if he’s being honest. You’re a nice girl, he thinks. You don’t have much going on and you just got back from college. He can’t imagine how your days are going to look. If you’re just going to sit by the pool and read the rest all of the time…then maybe he can help. 

He doesn’t know if he’s going to regret this. Or if he’s going to get in trouble for being involved with you, let alone talking with you. Jeongguk likes to think of himself as a pretty fun guy. Maybe he can show you just how to have fun. 

He can’t believe he’s about to offer you this. Here goes nothing. 

The tall boy clears his throat, opening his mouth to say, “You know,” You look at him, listening, “I was actually just about to head to this bar after work.” He really wasn’t but he can use a drink. “Do you wanna come?” 

Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise at the question, “Me?” 

Jeongguk snorts, “You’re the only one here aren’t you?” 

You roll your eyes, cheeks tinting a little but you compose yourself, “Right. That would be–” 

Before you can finish answering, a shrill voice calls for your name, causing you both to turn your heads to the door. Standing at the door dressed in a pristine white suit is a woman, sunglasses perched on her nose and hair tied in a tight bun. Her lips are set in a straight line and she’s staring at Jeongguk and you. 

She looks kind of scary if you ask Jeongguk. 

Is this who Jeongguk thinks it is? 

“Y/N, what are you doing?” The woman asks accusingly. 

“Mother,” Mother? “I just had to ask Jeongguk for help,” You tell her, “The umbrella wouldn’t open.” Your hand refers to the umbrella by the sunbed. 

The woman hums but she still looks unimpressed. Jeongguk can already tell she wasn’t a fan of him. He can’t imagine how the scene looks to her; you standing a tad bit close to him, a house worker who she must think is slacking on the job. Not only that but the tattoos all over his arm must make her think he’s some sort of punk. 

Not that it’s new to Jeongguk. He’s used to the last bit. 

“Hm, well come inside,” Her voice is a little stern and he catches you rolling your eyes at ground, “And you,” She looks over Jeongguk, “Get back to work.” 

You would think that Jeongguk is intimidated by Mrs. Kim but he’s really not. Instead, he gives her a smug smile, “I’m actually off work now, ma’am.” 

“Oh,” Seoyeon has a fake smile on her face, “Well then you can lead yourself out of the gate over there.” 

“Of course,” Jeongguk bows, pretending to be oblivious to her small frown. He looks over at you to see you staring at your mom with a look that says ‘you’re being rude.’ 

“I’ll be there in a second,” You inform her. 

“No, now,” Your mother demands and he holds back a laugh when he sees you look up at the sky, shutting your eyes and taking a deep breath to control yourself. 

He wonders if you two get along. 

You look over at Jeongguk, taking a few steps closer and whisper, “I’ll meet you outside of the front gate. Give me twenty minutes please.” Jeongguk’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise but his lips quirk up into a smirk. You bow to him and say, “Thank you for helping me with the umbrella, Jeongguk-ssi.” Your voice is a little loud so your mother can hear. 

Jeongguk bites down on his lower lip to keep himself from laughing before he gives you a small bow as well, “Of course, Ms. Kim,” He emphasizes your name and you narrow your eyes at him before quickly walking away. 

He tries not to turn his head to watch you walk away, knowing that Mrs. Kim is staring. Instead he walks towards the gate to leave so he doesn’t have to feel her eyes on him anymore. Jeongguk isn’t bothered if the woman doesn’t like him, it’s not like he’s going to work here for very long. 

Stepping out of the gate, he walks down to his beat up truck that’s parked down the street. There’s excitement swirling in his stomach at the thought of going out with you. He doesn’t know what to expect out of this but he’s about to find out. Maybe he’ll see that this nice personality of yours is just a facade and he’ll see your true colors.

Who knows? 

If so, he would feel disappointed for some reason. 

+

“Y/N, what was that?” Your mother asks you as soon as you walk in. 

You feign innocence, “What was what?” 

“Why were you speaking to him?” She presses, sliding her sunglasses into her hair. 

You let out an exasperated sigh, “I told you why. He was literally just helping me.” You don’t understand why she’s being like this. She never cares about who you talk to. Somehow your interaction with Jeongguk is bothersome for her. 

She stares at you for a moment, studying your face as if to figure out if you’re telling the truth. Few seconds later, she lets out a sigh, shaking her head. “That boy looks like bad news. I was just concerned that he was making you uncomfortable.” 

“He wasn’t,” You quickly defend. Not once has Jeongguk done anything to make you feel uncomfortable. This is your first time interacting one on one. Sure you feel his eyes on you from time to time when you’re by the pool but you like that. You’ve purposely been sitting there, hoping to catch his attention. You would pick the cutest swimsuits just for that reason. 

You would pout, feeling defeated every time he would leave without saying anything to you. Maybe he’s just not interested in you like that but your interaction with his friends says otherwise. You were determined to find out. 

For him to invite you out to the bar had you feeling giddy and full of excitement. He doesn’t seem like he has any ill intentions. He honestly might just feel sorry for you because of how lame your life is. You’re not sure. But you want to explore more. You want to get to know him more because he’s lit this spark of curiosity in you that just wouldn’t go away. 

“Okay,” Your mother gives you a tight lipped smile but she doesn’t look convinced. She changes the subject, “I was going to head out to the Kangs house for lunch. Their daughter just came back from Europe and I thought you would want to go.” 

The Kang’s daughter? As in Kang Sohee? You would never willingly hang out with her. Not after this one time you went to their house when you were just a teenager and found her snorting cocaine off her bathroom counter. Immediately panicking, she begged you not to tell her parents. That was your first and last time ever going to Kang’s house. 

So no, you don’t want to go. 

“Actually, I’m going out with some friends,” You lie. You wouldn’t consider Jeongguk a friend, not even an acquaintance. You barely know him but who knows, maybe that could change after today. 

Your mother casts you a look of surprise. Do you really look that much of a loner to everyone? 

“Oh,” she responds, “Do I know them?” She wonders. 

You shake your head no, you would never tell her who it is. Considering the way she acted earlier when she caught you speaking with Jeongguk, you know she would be unhappy if she found out you’re going to a bar with him. 

“No, you don’t. I met them in America. They’re visiting here,” You explain and she nods, seeming to believe your words. 

“Okay then,” Your mother looks a little speechless, “Have fun I guess.” 

Shoulders relaxing, a shiver of excitement runs through your body when you turn around and go upstairs to your room to change. Before you can go up the second step, your mother calls for you, causing you to pause in your tracks and look at her questioningly. 

“Y/N sweetheart, just be careful around that boy,” Your stomach drops when you realize she’s referring to Jeongguk and you think it’s because she might’ve figured you out. “He doesn’t look like a good influence. Let him do his job and leave.” You relax, realizing she just meant from what happened earlier. 

You don’t say anything other than, “Okay.” Before going upstairs. You’re a grown adult. You can make decisions for yourself. You’d be damned if you let her words stop you from getting ready to go. 

You rush into your walk-in closet to find some clothes. After a few minutes of searching through the racks, you go with a tight black off the shoulder top and pair it with high waisted loose jeans. To top it off, you wear a pair of chunky black heeled ankle boots on your feet. You don’t have time for doing a full face of makeup so you just put on some mascara and eyeliner. Smacking your strawberry flavored lip gloss against your lips, you run your hand through your hair that cascades down your back before grabbing the same Chanel purse you had on yesterday. 

Rushing down the steps, you head out the front door, looking around to make sure you’re not leaving at the same time as your mother. You bow to the doorman at the gate, greeting him before he opens it and lets you out. Eyes wandering around your surroundings, your head snaps towards the sound of a car honking and you look to see a tattooed hand waving out of the window. 

Your shoulders relax and you look behind you one last time before walking towards a black pick up truck. You open the door, greeting Jeongguk with a small smile and close it shut. 

“Hi,” You greet shyly, tugging on the seatbelt. 

Jeongguk looks amused, pierced lip curled up into a smirk, “Hey.” He then adds, “Sorry I didn’t get out to open the door for you. Chivalry is really dead, you know.” 

You laugh at his honesty before saying, “It’s fine, I’m sick of people opening the door for me anyways.” You turn to look at him and swallow at how good he looks. 

He must’ve changed in his car while waiting for you because now he’s wearing a black baggy shirt with a pair of ripped jeans. There’s a silver chain around his neck and his hair looks wavy as it curtains on each side of his face. One tattooed hand is resting on top of the steering wheel while the other is holding the gear stick. 

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” He comments and you roll your eyes, cheeks heating up. 

Way to be fucking obvious.

“Whatever,” You respond, sitting back in the seat. You look around, eyes observing the car

“Yeah, it’s a pretty shitty car I know,” Jeongguk says as he pulls the car into drive. 

You quickly look at him and shake your head, “No, it’s cute.” You shrug and he snorts, “I love the little key chain.” You reach up to play with the little anime keychain hanging from the rearview mirror. 

“Cute huh?” Jeongguk muses and you just nod. 

“Smells nice in here,” You remark. 

“Oh yeah, I’m sensitive to smell. I’ve got like four car fresheners,” He tells you and you raise your eyebrows at him. 

“Four car fresheners?” You ask, judgment clear in your tone and Jeongguk opens his mouth to speak again. 

“You try sitting in your own sweat after a long day of work. It stinks.” He defends before adding the next in a much quieter tone, “And I like the smell of flowers.” He mumbles, making you giggle. 

“I don’t judge,” You respond and it's quiet for a few moments. 

“Your mom certainly does,” He utters, clicking his tongue before looking at you, “Too soon?” 

You shake your head, “No, it’s fine. She can be quite judgemental about people who aren’t…” You hesitate to finish the sentence but Jeongguk does it for you. 

“Rich,” He states and you nod guilty. “It’s fine. I get it. I wasn’t really surprised if I’m being honest.” 

“Really?” You stare at his side profile, taking in the slope of his nose and his sharp jawline. The silver barbell that runs through his dark eyebrows. God, he’s so fine. 

Jeongguk just shrugs, glancing at you before he makes a turn, “I mean yeah. I guess it’s kind of something I expected of rich people.” 

Your lips pull down into a small frown at his words, sullen from the thought that he may see you as judgmental. You don’t consider yourself judgmental. Or least, you try not to judge. And you definitely hate the whole rich people only talking to other rich people thing. That’s probably one of the many reasons why you aren’t friends with other people that your family knows. They always think they’re above everyone else. 

You gather the courage to ask, “Is that what you think I am?” You wonder before adding, “And be honest.”

The car stops at a red light and he turns over to look at you, an unreadable glint in his eyes and his lips tug into a small grin, “You might not be so bad.” You relax at his words, the tension leaving your body. For some reason you just didn’t want him to view you as those arrogant rich people. He then adds, “Or you can just be fooling me right now and you could be crazier than you look?” 

Your jaw drops in offense and you smack his shoulder, “What do you mean crazier than I look?” 

Jeongguk cackles, throwing his head back and you gulp at the sight of the veins in his neck. “I’m kidding.” He says. 

You scoff, crossing your arms to pretend to look annoyed. “I’m sure you were.” 

“I aaaaam,” He drags, tugging at your elbow and you try not to smile. 

In contrast from earlier when the silence was awkward by the pool, it seems to be more comfortable now that you’re talking and joking around. You can’t stop thinking about the smile Jeongguk had when he laughed. His bunny teeth displayed and his eyes crinkling. It had to be your favorite look on him and it makes you happy that you were the cause of it. 

“So where is this bar?” You question, staring out the window as you drive through the city. 

“It’s a bar in Itaewon,” He answers, making another turn at a light. “My friends and I go there all the time.” He tells you before adding, “You know, when we’re not broke and finally get our paychecks.” 

You chuckle at the last bit because of how casually he says it and then you ask, “The friends I saw yesterday?” 

“Mhm,” He confirms. 

When your mind wanders to the events that took place yesterday, you remember how all of his friends were good looking. You recall the conversations you had but the main thing that brings a small smile to your face is when you realize how they knew your name. 

“So,” You start and hear Jeongguk mumble under his breath ‘Oh god’ because you think he knows where this is going, “You talk about me to your friends huh?” 

Jeongguk groans, looking as if he was dreading this conversation, “Look, I saw you walk into the coffee shop, recognized it was you and told them who you are.” He says and you narrow your eyes at him suspiciously. He notices and clicks his tongue, “I’m serious, that’s what happened.” 

“Right,” You say slowly, “Whatever you say.” Voice in a sing-a-song tone. You knew there had to be more to it but he wasn’t going to tell you it seems. 

“Please, I’m sure you gushed about me being hot to your friends,” He says 

“I told you I don’t have any friends– wait! Ah hah!” You raise your finger at him accusingly. “So you told them I was hot.” You feel a sense of pride at that, internally gushing over the fact that he finds you attractive.

“What–No I,” He tries to come up with something but at this point, there’s really no saving. He lets out a defeated sigh, “Yeah yeah, I might’ve mentioned that. So what?” He tries to be nonchalant about it. 

Your lips pressed together to suppress a smile and you turn your head the other way so you’re looking out the window again, “Nothing.” Gathering up the courage you then mutter quietly, “I found you attractive too.” Your cheeks feel warm and you refuse to look at him. 

Beside you, Jeongguk has a small smile on his face as he looks at the road ahead after hearing you utter the last part shyly. 

+

The sound of glasses clinking and chatter fill your ears as you walk into the bar with Jeongguk. The interior design was dark and sleek, booths against one side of the wall and a row of tables pressed up against the other. The lights are a little dim but it fits with the vibes. The smell of bar food fills your nostrils, causing your mouth to salivate. There’s not many people right now but you can imagine how busy it’ll get later. There’s a bunch of men playing pool, laughing while sipping on their drinks. 

You’re oblivious to the lingering eyes of other males on you until Jeongguk points it out, making your eyes widen in surprise. Curiously, you look around only to meet the eyes of a man who’s starring you up and down before he gives you a wink. Your face scrunches up in distaste and you roll your eyes before looking away. You feel the warmth radiating off Jeongguk's body which is pressed close to your side, his hand hovering over your lower back but not fully touching it. Almost as if he’s hesitant to touch you. 

“You really don’t realize the effect you have huh?” He chuckles, pulling out the stool for you to sit on. 

“I thought you said chivalry is dead,” You joke, sitting down on the stool before patting the one next to you. 

“Listen, I’m not that much of an asshole,” He remarks, sitting beside you and you just giggle in response. 

“Hey Jeongguk, what’s up man?” A tall man behind the bar greets, bumping his fist with the boy sitting next to you. He’s got tattoos as well though, not as much as Jeongguk but a few scattered on his arm and peaking out of his chest beneath his t-shirt. He’s got a handsome face as well. 

Jesus, are all of his friends good looking?

“Yugyeom, hey,” Jeongguk greets. 

“You guys on a date?” Yugyeom asks, wiggling his eyebrows before looking at you. “Hi, I’m Yugyeom, nice to meet you.” 

You give a smile before introducing yourself as well, “Y/N.” Yugyeom bumps his fist with Jeongguk again, with a look you don’t seem to understand and you don’t think Jeongguk will explain to you either based on the sheepish expression on his face. 

“So what can I get you guys to drink?” The bartender asks, hands pressed against the counter. 

Jeongguk looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to respond. You shrug, “What kind of wine do you have?” 

“Wine?” Jeongguk snorts, making you pout out of embarrassment. 

“Leave me alone,” You whine, “I’m not much of a drinker.” 

Jeongguk chuckles, shaking his head before turning to look at Yugyeom, “She’ll have a cranberry vodka and I’ll have the usual.” 

Yugyeom nods, “You got it.” He turns around to begin making the drinks. 

“I can’t believe you wanted wine,” Judgement in his tone but you can tell he was joking. 

“That’s the only alcohol I really drink,” You defend, eating some of the complimentary nuts in front of you. 

Jeongguk puffs out a laugh, “The wine you drink probably costs more than what my car is worth.” He says in a matter-of-fact tone. 

Rolling your eyes at his words, you just munch on the cashews. You notice how Jeongguk doesn’t grab those specifically, probably noticing that you like those the most from the way you kept eating them. You can’t help but smile at that, chest fluttering. 

“Alright,” Yugyeom comes back, “Rum coke for you,” He hands the glass to Jeongguk, “And cranberry vodka for the pretty lady.” He gives you a charming grin when he hands it to you. 

“Thank you,” You tell him and he just bows at you before walking away to another customer on the other side. You bring the glass up to your lips, feeling Jeongguk’s eyes on you when you take a sip. You smack your lips together, trying to decipher the taste. He’s looking at you curiously, small smile on his lips. 

“What?” You ask him, wondering why he’s staring. 

“How is it?” He asks. 

You shrug, taking another sip and then say, “It just tastes like cranberry juice.” 

“Here,” He slides his glass over to you, “Wanna try some of mine?” You nod in response, picking up the glass to take a small sip. 

The taste is refreshing of the ice cold coke but you can feel that hint of bitterness from the rum hitting the back of your throat. 

“Mm,” You hum. “It’s good. Refreshing, I like it.” You tell him truthfully. “Try some of mine,” You push your drink towards him. 

“I’ve had this before,” He says but picks up the glass to take a sip anyways. You watch him when he does, eyes falling to his throat where his Adam's apple moves when he swallows the beverage. “I mean it’s good I guess.” He tells you before commenting, “It tastes like juice.” He reiterates with a shrug and you laugh in response. 

“I told you!” You exclaim, taking another sip of his coke before handing it back to him but before you can, he shakes his head. 

“Yeah honestly my hyung knows more about alcohol than me.” He tells you with a grimace before adding, “You can have that one,” you look at him questioningly but he just waves it off. “You like it, drink it.” 

The butterflies in your stomach are intense, your heart swooning at his action. He’s just making you feel more and more interested in him. You did not expect him to be so thoughtful. Maybe it isn’t a big deal to him but for you, it’s such a kind gesture. 

“Thank you,” You say, drinking again and he just nods in response. 

“So how did you end up working as a gardener?” You wonder. 

Jeongguk seems to choke on his drink a little, causing you to jump in surprise and look at him in concern. He clears his throat, setting the glass down onto the coaster.

“I uh…you don’t know?” He asks and you glance at him in question, shaking your head before bringing the glass up to your lips again. “Well… I hit your dad’s car.” He tells you and this time, you’re almost choking on your drink. Jeongguk holds out a napkin so you can wipe your chin. 

“You what?” Your eyes are wide, mouth open and you look at him as if he’s joking. 

He’s not.

He clicks his tongue, “Yeah… but listen, it wasn’t that bad. I just kind of tapped the back of his car but….yeah I couldn’t get away with it.” He shakes his head as if disappointed at that and it makes you laugh. 

“Well at least you guys were okay,” You say pointedly and he nods in agreement. 

“Your dad’s a real cheap ass you know that,” He says bluntly and you snort at that. “No but really, he is. Because he could’ve just let me go, you know. But no, he had to get my contact information. He knew I was broke by the looks of it so instead of paying him back directly, he told me I can work off my debt.” He explains, not caring one bit that it’s your father he’s talking about. You’re not offended in the slightest, looking at him in amusement which prods him to say, “What?” 

You shake your head, pressing your lips so you don’t laugh, “Nothing. You’re just very honest.” You tell him. 

His eyebrows raise in surprise, hand playing with the straw of his drink and he asks, “Is that…bad?” 

“No,” You smile. “Not at all. It’s refreshing honestly.” It’s true. Half the time people talk to you, you can tell it was a facade sometimes which would be quite frustrating for you. They’d be afraid to say anything that would offend you, not wanting to be on your bad side. 

But Jeongguk, he didn’t care. He was honest. You liked that a lot. 

“That’s good,” He tugs at the piercing in his lip thoughtfully, “My hyung tells me I can be a real dickhead sometimes.” 

“I wouldn’t disagree with that,” You mutter jokingly, causing him to look at you with narrowed eyes, tongue poking into his cheek. 

“Gee, thanks.” His voice is monotone when he says it and you snicker. 

“Now I have a question for you,” He says and you look at him, wondering what it could be.

“Sure, what is it?” You ask. 

He purses his lips together in wonderment before asking, “How did Dohyun know you the first day we met? He talked to you as if you guys have been friends for a while.” His tone says that he was genuinely curious. 

You suck in the air through clenched teeth and shake your head, “I wouldn’t say we’re really friends…maybe acquaintances? I’m not sure. I might sound like a bitch for saying that.” Jeongguk shakes his head as if saying no, encouraging you to continue, “His grandpa used to be the gardener for our house. He’d always come with him when he was a little boy,” You explain to him, thinking back to the times when you were just twelve years old. 

Sometimes he’d come up to you when you were playing on the swing set and he’d hand you a single flower which you would take from him out of politeness. He looked so excited whenever you took it out of his hands and said thank you, almost as if it was the greatest achievement he ever made. 

Other than flowers, he’d bring you single pieces of candy and you didn’t have the heart to tell him that you hated orange flavored candies. You would secretly give it to your younger brother everytime. 

“And he’s been working there ever since?” Jeongguk asks and you nod in response. 

“Yeah…pretty much. He was pretty upset when I had to leave for America,” You don’t know why you tell him that. 

“Yeah?” He sounds amused, “The boy is quite literally whipped for you.” He tells you and you just shrug in response. 

“Oh I already know,” You tell him and this time he looks at you with wide eyes, sipping on his drink as if this is the most interesting thing he’s heard. “It’s been like that since we were kids. I think he wanted to tell me before I left but I had to go so…he said he would tell me when I would come back.” 

“Hm,” He hums, tongue pressing against his teeth as if pondering, “Well you’re back. Has he told you yet?” 

You let out a relieved sigh, “No not yet. I’m afraid when he does tho. I don’t know if I have it in me to see the look of heartbreak on his face. He’s always smiling.” You tell him, feeling him look at you. 

“He’d definitely be heartbroken, I can tell you that,” Jeongguk says before adding with a snort, “Could’ve sworn he was about to pop a boner when he saw you by the pool the first time I was with him.” 

You look at him in disgust and he just cackles loudly, throwing his head back when he does, making you smile again. You just love when he laughs like that. 

You purse your lips before asking, “How about you?” 

Jeongguk looks confused, looking at you quizzically, “What about me?” 

“Did you pop a boner when you saw me?” You joke but there was some underlying seriousness to it. 

Jeongguk scoffs, looking down at the table, “As if I’d ever tell you that.” 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” You grin, about to take a sip of the coke but he grips the hand holding the cup before you can take the sip. 

“Didn’t your parents teach you any manners? Gimme back my drink,” He commands, trying to take the glass away from you but you tighten your grip on the glass as he tries to pull it away from you but instead, tugs you along with it. You squeal, shuffling forward and instantly gripping his strong thigh when you feel yourself leaning back as if you were about to fall and he quickly wraps his left arm around your back to prevent it from happening. 

Your faces are closer in proximity now, eyes staring at one another. There’s a certain glint in Jeongguk’s eyes when you look at them and you can’t help but fixate on his rose colored lips that have the silver piercing. You wonder what it would feel like against your own lips if you were to just lean forward and kiss them. 

Your heart is pounding in your chest, teeth biting into your lower lip when you notice him glance down at your lips as well. Before anything can happen, you feel a finger poke your stomach, causing you to immediately recoil. 

You look down to see Jeongguk’s pointed finger that did the action, surprised that you didn’t seem to notice it move away from behind your back. You also failed to notice him take the glass right out of your hands when he poked you, causing you to whine. 

“Asshole!” You exclaim, attempting to get it back but he just turns his body away from you to take a sip, his left arm held in front of you as if to block you.

Jeongguk says after taking a sip, “I’m not the one asking people if they pop boners.” You roll your eyes at that, giving up and crossing your arms. 

“I’m just kidding, here,” He holds out the glass for you and you lift your hand to take it but he pulls it back again to tease you, “Say please.” His voice is stern. 

Instead you respond monotonously, “You’re a dick.” 

Jeongguk sucks the air through his teeth and says, “You seem to be quite fond of my dick.” He jokes and you smack his shoulder, snatching the glass back so you can drink the rest of it. 

For the rest of the night, you guys talk and laugh about random things while munching on the bar food Yugyeom gives you guys on the house. Jeongguk would make you giggle when he makes commentary on the men who were playing pool, making fun of how badly one of guys were playing and it was the same guy who had winked at you earlier. Once it was reaching 8 o’clock and the bar was in full swing, that’s when the two of you decided to leave. 

This time when you were leaving the bar, his arm was wrapped around your back protectively as he guided you out of the place, fending off the lewd looks coming from the other men. Once you were outside and were walking towards his parked truck, you pause in your tracks, making him stop and gaze at you curiously. 

“Wait,” Your eyebrows are furrowed, “Are you okay to drive?” You ask, realizing that you both just drank alcohol and that he still has to drive back. 

Jeongguk breathes out a laugh, looking at you in amusement, “What do you take me for? A light weight?” You just raise your brow at him in response and he lets out a sigh, “I’m fine. It was just one drink. I wouldn’t be driving you back home if I knew I couldn’t.” His voice sounds truthful when he tells you this and for some reason, your heart stutters at that. 

“Okay,” your shoulders relax and you nod, believing him. 

Jeongguk releases his lower lip from his teeth and says, “If you’re still uncomfortable, I can call you a cab.” He offers and you just shake your head. 

“No it’s okay,” You say before adding, “I trust you.” 

He stares at you for a moment, eyes flicking around your face as if to see if you were telling the truth before he nods, “Alright, come on.” 

The car ride back to your house was quiet for the most part. You’d say a few things here and there and Jeongguk would respond but there wasn’t more to it. The silence isn’t awkward however. Rather, it’s pleasant, a new wave of comfortableness between the two of you.

You had a really fun time tonight, you think. Probably the most in a while. You don’t think you can remember the last time you’ve laughed as much as you did tonight and it brings a smile to your face when you think about all the funny moments and jokes the two of you shared. 

Jeongguk has ignited this fire inside of you that you don’t think you’ve ever felt. He’s funny, handsome, honest and thoughtful. For a guy you only literally just started talking to, you can already feel yourself starting to like him a lot more than you anticipated. At first you just found him to be attractive and thought he’d simply be a nice eye candy when you’d sit by the pool. However, after talking to him tonight, you found yourself wanting to get to know him more. He talked to you like you were any other person, not seeming to give a damn about who you are. 

You don’t realize you’re smiling until you hear Jeongguk clear his throat, snapping you out of your thoughts and you notice how the car is now stopped and parked in front of the large gate outside of your house. 

“Well, this was fun,” His tone is a little awkward when he says it, fingers tapping against the steering wheel. 

You nod in agreement, grinning, “Yeah it was. I had a really good time.” 

His lips quirk up into a small smile at that and he says, “That’s good. I’m glad.” 

It’s quiet for a moment, the both of you unsure what to say. You break it first, “I guess I should go then.” He nods in response, clicking the unlock button of the doors.

You open the door, hesitating to get out. You’re about to step out but pause for a second, turning to look at him only to find him already looking at you. He looks curious when you stare at him and asks, “What?” 

Here goes nothing. 

You scoot over in the passenger seat, leaning over the console to peck the corner of his mouth before pulling back and stepping out of the car, “Goodnight. See you tomorrow!” You speak fastly, swiftly shutting the door before rushing towards the gate.Your cheeks are warm and he probably saw how red they are. He just stares at you wide eyed, almost in disbelief at what just happened.

You press your lips together, keeping yourself from smiling before waving at him one last time. You hope it wasn’t weird for him. If you read this entirely wrong the whole time, you don’t know how you would face him tomorrow. 

You had no idea that Jeongguk was still sitting outside in his truck, a smile playing on his lips at what just happened. 

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Jeongguk couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday night. The way you would  throw your head back and laugh, hand covering your mouth. He kept making jokes and waggish commentary about how ridiculous other people in the bar look. He noticed that you were definitely a light weight. You weren't drunk but you were a little tipsy. 

You became a little more touchy, shoving him or smacking his shoulder at times when he’d tease you. At one point, your hand was on his thigh absentmindedly and he’d begun to get nervous when it fell dangerously close to his crotch. It wasn’t intentional. You were clueless to how close your hand was, too busy rambling to an old man about the tricks of blackjack. 

Did he mention that you’re more socializing after drinking alcohol? 

Jeongguk found himself having a good time with you, enjoying your bubbly and talkative personality. You were more open and comfortable around him so it was gratifying to see this side of you. You didn’t have some nice act persona that you were putting up. 

It’s what happened at the very end of your time together that had him stunned. When you kissed him on the corner of his mouth and gave him the prettiest smile he’s ever seen on you. Your cheeks were flushed a pink and you looked proud of yourself from the glimpse he caught your face before you rushed out of his truck. 

It brought an automatic smile to his face, hand touching the part where you kissed him. How soft your lips felt on top of his skin. The scent of strawberry coming from your lip gloss that lingered. It’s not like Jeongguk hasn’t been kissed before. He has. But this felt different. This kiss came from you. He can feel himself having an actual crush on you. Not just physically wanting you but emotionally. He can feel something there. He was willing to explore it with you. Take it further. 

Is he thinking too far ahead? 

Sue him, this might just be his first real crush in so long. He knows there’s still so much to learn about you but after last night, he thinks he gets the idea. He just wants to see where it goes.

All he knows is that he likes being around you a lot. 

A small smile is playing on his lips as he cuts the unnecessary weeds out of one of the bushes and he doesn't realize it until Dohyun comes up to him and points it out. 

“Hey hyung! What’s got you all happy?” The boy asks in bafflement, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile since you’ve started working here.” 

Jeongguk’s smile immediately drops, mouth pulled into a straight line. He’s not telling this guy why he’s happy. Considering Dohyun has the biggest crush on you, he has no idea how he’d react. Not that he’d trust Dohyun regardless of if he has a crush on you or not. Jeongguk assumes no one around the house is allowed to know about you and him hanging out and maybe he just prefers to keep it that way. 

He feels a bit bad for the guy if he’s being honest. Dohyun’s been crushing on you since guys were just kids meanwhile Jeongguk just met you. However, you’ve made it clear that you do not see Dohyun in that way at all. 

If you really like Jeongguk, he’d be an idiot to pass that up. 

“Nothing man,” Jeongguk responds, turning to look at Dohyun only for his eyes to widen at the sight he sees before him. 

Dohyun no longer has the long hair that gets into his face. His hair is now cropped short on the sides and trimmed at the top. Gone are those thick rimmed glasses that’s constantly pushing up the bridge of his nose. But that’s not what takes Jeongguk by surprise the most, it’s the black slacks and white button down that he has on that makes the older wonder what he’s up to. There’s a bouquet of red roses in one hand and a box of what looks like chocolates in the other. 

Oh God, is he about to do what he thinks he is?

“Uh hey…” Jeongguk starts, dropping the plant snips onto the floor, “What’s with the whole…” He gestures his hand towards Dohyun’s get up. 

The younger man grins, cheeks tinting a little pink, “I’m about to ask Y/N out on a date.” 

Well fuck. 

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this is sooo cute!!! a lighthearted read. their lil date was adorable i was smiling like an idiot the whole time. cant wait to see what happens next! 🤍

[mercurygguk]

risqué | masterlist

masterlist of series ‘risqué’ by mercurygguk.

all chapters are written in chronological order except for the drabbles!

↳ warnings will be stated in the top of the chapters and on this page as well — all works are 18+ !!

status; ongoing

moodboard · risqué tag · all drabbles · playlist · taglist

– SPECIAL: valentine’s day (not part of timeline)

– drabble #1: when you first met

➵ PART ONE (m) 

↳ the one where jungkook realizes you’re not a 15-year-old girl with a silly crush anymore, but rather a seductive, young woman with her eyes set on him. you’re tempting but is it worth the risk for jungkook?

warnings; swearing, slight choking, oral sex (m. receiving), fingering, dirty talk, degrading names (jk calls reader a slut and a brat), bit of dom!jk, slight exhibitionism, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, guys!), creampie, cum eating

wc; 9.2k

➵ PART TWO (m)

↳ the one where jungkook finds himself stuck between doing what’s morally correct and giving in to his feelings and desires. what will he choose?

warnings; swearing, mentions of alcohol + being drunk, arguing, so much teasing, bit of dom!jk, making out, grinding, fingering, dirty talk, nipple play, oral (f. receiving), overstimulation, cum eating, handjob, unprotected sex (don’t do it), degrading names, creampie, they’re holding hands, aftercare + cuddles <3

wc; 22k

– drabble #2; you ask about the nickname (m)

– drabble #3; jungkook plays with fire (m)

– drabble #4; midnight call (m)

➵ PART THREE (m)

↳ the one where serious feelings start to blossom and jungkook slowly begins to understand what he has gotten himself into. however, just as things start to fall into place, his boss returns to the office earlier than expected.

warnings; mentions of alcohol and cigarettes, swearing, dirty talk, kissing, nipple play, dom!jk, grinding, fingering, oral sex (f & m), multiple orgasms, bondage, ass play, spit, rimming, choking, manhandling, degrading names, unprotected sex (wrap it up y’all!), cream pie

wc; 22.2k

– drabble #5; the teasing photos (m)

– drabble #6; both of you are too impatient (m)

– drabble #7; a lazy, hot morning (m)

– drabble #8; look at you (m)

➵ PART FOUR (m) · currently writing !

↳ the one where Jungkook and you are facing the consequences of sneaking around behind your father’s back. Now Jungkook is left with a decision to make: forget about everything he had with you and move on or let himself be truly happy even though it means risking everything he’s worked so hard for?

warnings; tba

wc; tba

➵ PART FIVE (m) not certain yet !

↳ tbd

warnings; tbd

wc; tbd

all rights reserved © mercurygguk on tumblr, 2021

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binge read this series the other day, thats how good it is!!! drama, great chemistry and sexy times.. hehe! cant wait for the next parts! 🤍

[awrkive]

COLD NIGHTS & BLURRED LINES (m) — JJK

jungkook and you have been keeping a sexual relationship with each other for four months now, and it’s casual for the most part. but as time passes, you can’t help but feel that some of the lines suddenly got blurred in the process. is it a cliché to blur the lines with your fuck buddy? it definitely is. will you do something about it? both of your emotional constipation have a hard time saying yes.

PAIRING jungkook x (fem) reader

GENRE r18+ (explicit smut, fluff, light angst)

WORD COUNT 26.5k

WARNINGS/MISC fwb!au, college!au, basketball player!jk, kinda secret relationship(?)!au, nerdy!oc but not really she’s just very school-oriented, jk is tatted up here and is very yummy especially in his jersey sighs, hes also rich lol, school journalist!reader, jk calls oc a lot of petnames, basketball stuff im not sure are accurate t-t. multiple sex scenes honestly idek where all of these came from but they include: unprotected sex (this is a fanfiction everything tends to be crazy around these areas don’t do it irl pls omg lol), penetrative sex, creampie, cumplay, car sex, jk’s silver chain hehe, slight cockwarming, oral sex (f and m receiving), jk wears those curvy headbands thing (they look so cute on guys in fact he wore it once), shower sex. if there is anything i left out, pls tell me so that i can add them here. jungkooks visual is jungkook at jitb listening party . 

NOTES so its out!!!! i worked on this for a month and im so excited to share this with u guys finally t-t i posted a separate page for the taglist bcs there were a lot. tell me if they dont work!! also, please pleasssseee send me guys your feedbacks after reading it even a keyboard smash goes a long way anyway ill shut up now i hope you guys enjoy this monster!! last note, pls be gentle with my cn&bl babies <33

[ CN&BL MOODBOARD ] 

The late March weather had been cold these days, so when Jungkook – in his real fuckboy fashion – texted you that his nose could use a heater and he could offer to warm you up in return, you agreed for him to come over even though you pretended to be disgusted by his offer. Just for the theatrics.

“Hurry,” you whimper as he manhandles you in getting you off his lap, making you bounce on the mattress.

Just like that, the warmth from being pressed against his body is gone, exchanged by the cold immediately spreading goosebumps through your skin as Jungkook makes quick work of spreading your legs, eliciting a bit of an uncomfortable feeling from you as you feel your cum leaking out.

Jungkook swipes a hand through his sweaty hairline as he kneels inside your spread legs, and you have to fight a moan at the sight. You still feel a little delirious from when he made you cum the second time just a minute ago, still lightheaded from the high of it. But you can’t deny that he always looks so good in all his natural, naked form; chest heaving, toned stomach coated in sheer sweat, his biceps – especially the tatted one – bulging as he reaches for your hips to pull you down so he could enter you once again.

It tears a cry from your vocal chords, him thrusting in and out of your wet pussy, his pace frantic and inconsistent, a telltale sign of his impending orgasm. His grunts, together with your pathetic little moans at the feel of his cock touching every part of your pussy filled the room.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he groans, leaning down, and as a result, reaching deeper into you, mouth reaching for your breast to your mouth. The kiss is a sloppy act of both of you just breathing in each other’s mouths, as Jungkook drills your pussy faster, his fingers tightening around your waist. A particular hard thrust got you drawing out a loud mewl and that’s what tips Jungkook over the edge. “F-fuck – shit, where do I cum baby? Tell me, tell me.”

“Inside, Kook. Please cum inside me,”

He lets out a sharp breath and after a few more erratic strokes, you feel his hot release painting your inner walls.

“Shit,” Jungkook hissed as he fell on top of you. You can feel the way he’s heaving as his skin touches yours, but you let yourself relax on the mattress, breathing shallow breaths.

Since he’s way more athletic than you, he got over it soon and you feel him picking himself up to hover over you, beginning to plant kisses all over your chest and the mole in between them, your nipples, your shoulders, your collarbones.

“Kook,” you call softly, your limp hand patting his ass to get his attention. He always gets so preoccupied with kissing your body after sex.

Jungkook hums, but he looks at you. “Yeah?”

You grunt. “I just washed my sheets two days ago and I don’t want cum stains on them.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he leans down, and even though you were complaining just now, you let out quite a joyful hum when he kisses you. “Let me see first.”

You don’t need to ask what he’s referring to.

Pushing your body back up, Jungkook takes it upon himself to get his body off of you to watch as you slide two fingers over your pussy, spreading the lips so he can see the combination of your and his cum all over it.

“You need to hurry, Nayeon is coming home in a few minutes.”

He doesn’t even try to look like he’s concerned about the urgency of that matter, just hums absentmindedly and gets his own finger to run over your exposed heat. You shiver at the contrast of the hot feeling of your pussy and the contrasting cold feeling of his finger, but it soon turns into pleasure when he gathers your cum and pushes it back into you.

“Are you going to keep it in for me?” He whispers, a thumb now caressing your hip.

“Depends.”

Jungkook looks back up at you, a sly grin spreading on his lips. “On what?”

“If you’re going to be good and say please when you want something.” You grin at him, feeling pretty proud of yourself for catching him off guard. It doesn’t last long very much though as he smirks, but as soon as he opens his mouth, you hear a series of knocks and your eyes widen at that.

You hissed. “Shit, that’s Nayeon.”

You sit up from the bed. Jungkook mirrors your haste, scrambling to find his clothes on the floor and putting them on quickly. You have your robe just nearby so you put just that on, ignoring the tingling sensation of cum trickling down your legs.

“I have to go,” Jungkook whispers, and you nod, walking towards the window on the far end of the room and opening it up widely.

Like usual, Jungkook steps on the frame and easily hauls himself outside. It’s the backside of the building of your complex, and it’s mostly and usually quiet, so it was pretty safe for him to just go out of there without anyone noticing, and most especially at times like this. Because Nayeon can’t know. No one can.

“I’ll see you later, pretty.”

Jungkook winks at you and you playfully roll your eyes, waving him off which earns a laugh from him. He easily saunters through the area though and you find it quite unfair how he still carries a certain graceful energy to him even though he literally just did a cardio exercise with you for about 20 minutes. Ugh, him and his athletic body.

Nayeon’s voice can be heard across the flat, but before you let her in, you sprayed an unhealthy amount of air freshener on your body and around the room (just in case she enters) and shoved your discarded clothes from earlier in the laundry basket. After that, you finally run towards the door, welcoming Nayeon with a smile as you open it.

“Hi!” You greet rather cheerfully. She immediately hugs you briefly, groaning as she steps back and enters your little abode.

“Class sucked today,” she throws herself on the couch and you give her a sympathetic smile, walking towards the fridge to get water.

“Well, wish me luck. I’m headed out to one.”

“God, I can’t wait ‘til we graduate, I’m tired of this bullshit.” She says, but she’s opening up her laptop for what you could guess as for finishing up an assigned work. “I wish I was having bomb sex like you. Hey, do you want to go to this party on Friday?”

“I – what?”

“Party on Friday? Finals season for basketball starts on Friday and they’re planning a party. We could use free booze and stress-free night.” Nayeon repeats, but you weren’t asking for the party.

“I’m not having bomb sex.” You say, and that makes her look at you. You stare at each other for a solid few seconds until she rolls her eyes.

“Girl, your hair is looking like a bird’s nest and your lips are swollen as hell. I might not be having bomb sex in the current moment but I know what I look like after I do the deed,” She wore her eyeglasses and perched it on her nose. “And you kinda smelled like sex when you opened the door.”

“Gah!” You feel heat coming and spreading through your cheeks. You thought the damn Febreeze would hold up!

Nayeon waves you off. “It’s fine, it’s not like you haven’t caught me before like that.”

“It’s embarrassing!” You insist, stuffing your face with a bread you took from the counter and purposely not meeting Nayeon’s gaze so you don’t see the teasing smiles you’re sure she’s sending your way.

“That you’re having sex in college?!” Her playful scandalous tone makes you laugh though and that’s when you look at her.

“No, ugh. Just. Sorry. If I smelled like sex. I tried spraying a lot of air freshener earlier.”

She wiggles her brows. “Oh, is that why you took a long time opening the door? Was your sneaky link here just now?”

“Sneaky what?” You say, laughing.

“Sneaky link. You know, a hook up. Wait, is it a boyfriend? Please say no, because I would be extremely offended if you haven’t introduced your boyfriend to me all this time.”

You could swear you felt goosebumps on your nape when you heard the word boyfriend and saw images of Jungkook in your head immediately, as if you were used tp associating him to the word. “It’s definitely not a boyfriend. Just… someone I hook up with sometimes.”

“Interesting. Do I know him?”

The question makes you nervous. She definitely knows. No one not knows who Jungkook is at your campus.

With a shake of your head, you tell her, straight-faced, “Nope.”

“Okay, which department? Does he go to our Uni?” She asks, now seemingly fully invested in this conversation rather than the assignment before her. You’re happy to be a bit of a help to lessen her sour mood from earlier but you shake your head and let out playful tsk-ing sounds,

“Too many questions, babe,” You teased. “My class is starting in twenty minutes.”

You heard her laughing as you carried your clothes to the bathroom to change and to clean up the mess in your nether region. Damn. Jungkook cums a lot these days… he needs to masturbate or something.

“Fine, fine! You don’t want me to know but I’m gonna find out about the mystery guy one way or another!”

Shutting the door to the bathroom, your face contorts at Nayeon’s words.

Yeah, absolutely not. Jungkook and you made an agreement in the first place that everyone should be oblivious of your situationship, and it’s worked for almost four months now.

You can’t fuck it up now.

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[bbs-ficrecs]

This was such a fun read. The chemistry between the characters was great. And the writing, storyline and setting was amazing, felt as if I was watching a kdrama unfold. 🤍

[jeonstudios]

evolution of a lover's heart | 05

the rules are simple: first one to take the virginity wins.

pairing: fuckboy!jk x f reader

genre: fluff, angst, college au, fuckboy au, bet au

word count: 13k

warnings: sad feelings :/, swearing

rating: this part is very mild so like…  PG-13

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© evolution of a lover’s heart is copyright jeonstudios 2021/2022. this fic can not be modified, re-posted, or translated without my permission.

author’s note: imagine how tired i am of this fic never ending lmao…. you’ll find me in my circus tent…

also: this is a look… which you’ll see….

“We don’t have to go inside; we can go back.”

“So we’re never going on an actual date because I’m scared to enter the building?”

“Well, yeah? If it makes you uncomfortable, I’d rather order pizza from the couch.”

“How long?”

You check your phone. “Well, we booked for six, so ten minutes.”

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[bbs-ficrecs]

Update!

The way this started out made me feel all soft and cozy.. and then the suffering started. They love each other so much but all this self-doubt and fear is just getting to them.. Hatsoff to the author for intricately writing their thoughts and inner feelings. Can’t wait to see what happens next. I just want them to be happy. 🤍

[kpopfanfictrash]

Love to Hate (Ch. 7)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Genre: Fuck Buddies / Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Jungkook / Reader

Synopsis: Born with a silver spoon in your mouth, you’ve done your best to rid yourself of the taste since you were old enough to walk. Occasionally though, your mother manages to rope you into an obligatory function – or a blind date with playboy billionaire, Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook stands for everything you loathe about the world you left behind, but you can’t deny the spark of attraction between you. Intrigued by the promise of mutual satisfaction, you agree to one night in bed… and quickly realize you’re in far, far deeper than you ever intended.

Rating: 18+ 

Warnings: semi-public sex, breast play, fingering, dirty talk (hypothetical cum play, possessiveness), spanking, multiple orgasms, somewhat rough sex

TW: descriptions of past emotional abuse (gaslighting, manipulation, coercion), angst (!)  

Word Count: 12,479

Author’s Note: links to be updated at a later date!

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[bbs-ficrecs]

don’t even get me started on the heartbreak this caused. the angst is real. the pain is real. 🥲💔

[sparklingchim]

long way home 17 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 2k

genre: dilf!jungkook, friends to lovers, angst

rating: pg

warnings: hm how do i say this... 💔💔💔💔, lies lies lies, oc cries :(, jk is too stunned to speak 🧍‍♂️

summary: the one where you're not enough for jungkook.

a/n: uh 🧍‍♀️have fun

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 |

masterlist | long way home masterlist

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The next morning you wake up alone.

Despite the huge blanket around you, you freeze without Jungkook - your self-proclaimed human heater - by your side.

To your left, you notice a little stack of clothing for you to wear that Jungkook put on the coffee table.

Cute, you think as you get up after stretching. You hear the sound of water rushing in the bathroom and assume that Jungkook is taking his morning shower right now.

As you're changing, you take a look at the clock and, to your surprise, you realise that it's much later than when you normally wake up. You curse your alarm for not going off, but Jungkook had probably switched it off when it started ringing.

You trot down the hall, tired and mad because you will probably be late for work.

"Jungkook?" you ask after knocking on the bathroom door. "Can I come in?"

His muffled voice resounds through the bathroom, "Yeah."

"Why didn't you wake me up?" you ask as you walk in and immediately open the drawer beneath the sink to grab a brush and tame your messy hair.

You look at the shower through the mirror as you brush your hair. You can't see much of Jungkook. The white shower curtain allows a glimpse of his nude body in the shower, but you can just barely make out his silhouette.

"I was going to after my shower."

"It's way too late already," you whine. Your poor hair has to suffer from the haste you're in. You don't think you've ever brushed them this brutally.

"You won't be late."

"Do you know what time it is?" You throw the brush back inside the drawer and quickly pull the mirror cabinet open. You scan the cabinet for your toothbrush. It's not where it usually is - in the glass cup with Jungkook's toothbrush inside. "Where did you put my toothbrush?"

"Threw them away. Pick out a new one."

From the drawer, you fish out the pack with the few remaining toothbrushes and choose a pastel yellow. The last time it was time to change toothbrushes, Jungkook made the mistake of choosing the colour for you. And perhaps you threw a little fit over the colour he picked for you. But in all seriousness, who thinks dark green is a nice colour?

You quickly brush your teeth and then rummage in your little make-up bag that you left in Jungkook's bathroom years ago. You don't have time to do much, so you settle for mascara and lipgloss for today.

"You're gonna leave now?" Jungkook asks.

"Uh-huh."

"Like, right now?" You hear Jungkook squirt shampoo on his hand.

"Why? You don't want to have me around anymore?" you tease, putting away the mascara.

"Just asking," he replies.

"I don't wanna be too late for work."

"My apartment's closer to the coffee shop than yours," he contends.

"You act like you live right next to it." You hurriedly swipe the lips gloss over your mouth and rub your lips against each other as a finishing touch. "I'm heading out now," you tell him.

Before leaving the bathroom, you turn towards the shower, even though none of you can see each other. "Can we talk after my shift?"

He ponders over your question for a second. "Yeah, I've got time."

"Then text me, okay?"

"I will," he promises.

The instant you walk outside, you pick up on Nabi's cries. Your mouth naturally falls into a pout and your legs instinctively want to lead you to Nabi.

Consoling her does not fit into your rushed schedule at all, but you could never ignore her cries.

Suddenly Nabi's wails subside. You halt confused. Why would she stop crying all of a sudden?

You want to check on Nabi, but before you can set foot on the floor you hear footsteps in Jungkook's bedroom.

You're not sure whether to run back to Jungkook and tell him there's someone in his room or investigate on your own, but what you know either way is that you're fucking scared.

Having to decide between the two is needless as the door to the bedroom slowly opens.

It's her.

It's Sora walking out of Jungkook's bedroom.

She's holding Nabi in her arms, sashaying along in a black t-shirt that obviously belongs to Jungkook.

Your heart sinks so far down into your chest that it feels like it could mop the floor.

If Sora was thrown off guard by your presence, she doesn't let it show. She doesn't spare you more than a quick glance before she enters the kitchen area.

You've never felt this uncomfortable. Never felt this out of place. It feels like you are intruding Jungkook's life, even though, for most of it, you've been a part of it.

Nabi is still whimpering as Sora puts her down in her highchair. But then she catches sight of you and her mewls dwindle.

You can't keep your gaze away from Sora. She looks so pretty despite just waking up. And she looks so natural as she fetches a packet of porridge from the cupboard.

You don't know if you should speak up when you see her choose a flavour that Nabi dislikes, but you do anyway. "Uh, I think Nabi doesn't like this flavour."

Sora looks at the porridge in her hands, and then to you. "Last time she seemed to enjoy it."

Last time. How many last times are there that you aren't aware of?

While Sora turns around to prepare the food, Nabi starts fussing again. She raises her arms in your direction, but next to Sora you feel as if you're not allowed to be close to Nabi.

The bathroom door opens and Jungkook saunters out, bare-chested and hair still wet. He has a white tee in his hands and pulls it over his head. The second his head peeks out, he notices you.

"I thought you were leaving?"

As Jungkook moves towards you, he gets a view of the kitchen. And who's in the kitchen.

His eyes widen. His Adam's apple moves as he swallows.

Jungkook looks between you and Sora. And in that very moment, he knows how badly he fucked up.

"You could've told me," you say, disappointment lingering in your tone.

He sees the hurt in your eyes, the change of his aghast demeanour morphing into a remorseful one proves enough of a point.

Jungkook takes a step forward.

You wait. You wait just for a few seconds. But everything that follows is just silence.

And that's when you decide that you've had enough. You don't look back as you brush past Jungkook, determined steps leading you out of the tangle of lies that Jungkook has told you.

"Y/n," he yells from behind.

You ignore him, marching down the hallway. His front door closes with a loud bang.

"Let me talk to you, please," he begs.

"This whole time" - You whirl around, surprising Jungkook who comes to a quick halt - "This whole fucking time you've been lying to me?"

"I-" His mouth opens and closes and he needs a few seconds to sort his thoughts. "Y/n, you need to understand-"

"Understand? Jungkook, please. There's no fucking excuse for this."

"I knew how you'd react so I decided it was better to not tell you."

You scoff. "So you were aware that bringing Sora back to your life again was a bad decision? And yet you proceeded to do just that?"

Jungkook slowly shakes his head, brows knitting in despair. "What was I supposed to do when she reached out to me? Forbid her to see her daughter? Tell her she will never get the to see her again?"

"But that's exactly the point," you argue, furiously tucking your hair behind your ear. "She made a choice, Jungkook." Your hand forms into a fist on your side at the thought of the woman who's taking care of Nabi as you two argue fruitlessly in the hallway. "She made a choice back then - when she left you alone with Nabi."

"It's not like I've forgiven her-"

"Then what the fuck is she doing in your apartment? In your bedroom?" Wearing his clothes?

"It's not what it looks like," Jungkook explains. "She had some issues with the motel she was staying at, so I offered her to stay at my place."

"After the shit she pulled? She leaves Nabi alone, and then 6 months later she remembers that she has a daughter? I don't understand why you're suddenly so confident about having Sora around Nabi when you've hated her all these months."

"Because I wanted to give her a chance! Is it so bad that I don't want Nabi to grow up alone?"

"But she won't grow up alone. She has you."

From the corner of your eye you see Jungkook's neighbour, the lady with cat, opening the front door. You know that Jungkook and you probably should curb your tone, but you're so heated that you can't restrain yourself for the sake of all the neighbours having to hear your fight.

Jungkook runs a hand through his wet hair. "But having Sora with me is better than what I have right now!"

Your heart stops. It doesn't just feel like it. You know it can't work after what he just said.

Jungkook had you.

He had you all along.

You draw a trembling breath in.

"So you- you think I'm not enough for you?"

Jungkook's pierced eyebrow raises. "What?" he asks, cooking his head.

"You said that she's better than what you have right now. That she's a better option than me." Tears well up in your eyes but you fight them from rolling down your cheek.

He shakes his head vehemently. "That's not - fuck, please that's not what I meant."

"I'm so done with you," you utter as you walk backwards. "I'm so fucking done with you treating me like this." Your voice breaks, and you couldn't even care less because you feel like never speaking to him again.

You don't care that one tear manages to slide down your cheek, you don't care how pathetic you must look in the eyes of the lady living next door to him. Because you're done. You're so done with him.

"Don't say that," he pleads with his round doe eyes.

But you turn back on your heels, aiming for the staircase. Before you're able to walk downstairs though, you hear Jungkook's steps behind you. So you turn to him again.

"Jungkook, no," you say.

He extends his hand, begging for you to stay. "Give me a chance, please."

"I've had enough of your bullshit. Seriously."

"This isn't right," Jungkook whispers, his hand still up.

You briefly close your eyes. Your emotions are a mess and you're overwhelmed with feeling so much at once.

"I just thought that if you really needed anything, you knew you could always come to me." You sink your teeth sharply into your bottom lip before you continue, "I know I'm not her actual mum, but. Well." You give him a tiny shrug. You don't keep your eyes on Jungkook, you can't look at him or you'll burst into tears.

You hastily wipe away a tear. "Leave me alone," you croak. "Don't call, text or whatever."

You've known Jungkook since freshman year of high school. That's countless of sleepovers and late-night YouTube wormholes and secrets under his phone's flashlight. That's at least 100 times of arguing what movie to watch and 200 times of him jump scaring and you scolding him. That's a whole lot of time of being directly in each other's faces and never once has either of you told the other one to "leave them alone."

But you just did. And you absolutely mean it. And that's why you turn around again and leave him standing there with his hand still in the air.

Your heart has been broken a million times before.

But who would've thought that Jungkook, your best friend, would ever be the one to break your heart into the tiniest of pieces.

And you hate that Jungkook breaking your heart has been the most painful.

[bbs-ficrecs]

finally got a chance to read this series recently and I’m so glad I found it. one of my faves hands down. always looking forward to the updates and this recent one has put me in so much pain and heartache. can’t wait to see what happens next. 🤍

[writingbeary]

Minyoung Masterlist

ATEEZ AU - 9th member

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About Minyoung

Profile

Relationships

| With ATEEZ | Outside ATEEZ | 

Styling through the Eras

Treasure EP. 1: All To Zero | Pirate King |

Treasure EP. 2: Zero to One | HALA HALA | Say My Name |

Treasure EP. 3: One to All | Wave |

Treasure EP. Fin: All to Action | Wonderland |

Treasure Epilogue: Action to Answer | Answer |

Zero: Fever Part 1 | Thanxx | Inception |

Zero: Fever Part.2 | Fireworks (I’m the One) |

Others:

Weekly Idol 505

Kingdom: Legendary War | Introduction | Round 1 | Round 2 | Sports Day | Round 3 - Unit Stage | Round 3 - No Limit / Casual | 

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[bbs-ficrecs]

Minyoung is absolutely adorable and I want to protect her at all times. Her scenarios are so sweet and cute and makes me all 🥺🥺. Really enjoyed the writings that've been out. Can't wait to read more.

[leejungchans]

disclaimer: this is purely fiction, nor is it meant to be a real depiction of the people who appear in my work. i am completely against any form of disrespectful or inappropriate behaviour towards the people who appear in my work. this blog is also not associated with the rp, krp, or koc communities.

— about juliet

profile | background | facts | a-z quotes | just juliet things | random juliet moments | relationships with ateez | notable relationships outside ateez | inside juliet’s phone | juliet’s signature | juliet’s style | juliet’s bag | love interest

— scenarios

each category is organised by chronological order

v-live: roasted | protective | the great debate

ateez treasure film: made with love…i mean telepathy | dinner with the baek’s | beach confessions

hello82: [currently unavailable]

ateez fever road: gift from the heart (kinda)

kpop daebak podcast

misc.: new girl | reunited | the road ahead | exterminator | unexpected | first meetings | fashion consultant | boy trouble | our first snow | coming clean | wifey | dance with me? | chaos | new friends | behind the scenes | menace | double j’s | kicked out | delicacy | matters of the heart | the plan | little rose | favouritism

— social media

juliet’s secret twitter account

juliet on twitter

juliet on universe

— misc.

articles: kingdom? | aussie bro (?)

juliet’s archive

kingdom: legendary war

immortal songs

juliet moments told through tweets

misc.: first impressions | iconic things she said on v-live | surprise collaboration | youtube videos by atiny | juliet day 2021

— incorrect quotes

#incorrect quotes.juliet

— ask games

#ask game.juliet (for juliet’s answers to ask games)

— eras

juliet’s hair through the eras

zero: fever part.2

misc: mama 2019

— rambles

#rambles.juliet (for random thoughts about juliet)

— asks

#asks.juliet (for all asks about juliet)

— tags

masterlist.juliet | about.juliet | scenarios.juliet | social media.juliet | misc.juliet | eras.juliet | incorrect quotes. juliet | ask game.juliet | rambles.juliet | asks.juliet | spoilers.juliet

[bbs-ficrecs]

Juliet is so fucking cool. She's got spunk. And is funny and relatable. The author has done a fantastic job with this character. The writing is so fun. My favourites are the vlive ones. Can't wait to read more.

[atinymonster]

masterlist — ateez oc

organized in chronological order

profile | about jiyu (cont.) | relationships with ateez | friends outside of ateez

jiyu throughout the eras:

TREASURE: [one] [two]

FEVER: [one]

scenarios:

alone | secrets | eight angels | blast from the past | baby’s birthday | first win | no favorites | heartbeat |playing cupid | first impressions | confusion | lovebug | help, jiyu! | spilled beans | deep talks | woosanji | holy water | “best friend” | vlive accidents | secret visits | baby star | starstruck | happy new year | time of the month | heart event | happy birthday, my sunshine | my berry | mine | drunk baby monster | peacemaker | connected pinkies | broken hearts | tears and kisses | life over money | memory lane

jiyu vs. five-year-old!ateez

kq fellaz: [one] [two] 

treasure film: [from the heart]

log_1day vlog #jiyu: [one] [two]

hello82: [ep. seven]

kbs song festival 2020: special stage  

KINGDOM: LEGENDARY WAR:

[episode one] [episode two] [episode three] [episode four] [episode five] [episode six] [episode seven] [episode eight] [episode nine] [episode ten]

JIYU AND _ MOMENTS THAT BUTTER MY TOAST:

[hongjoong] [seonghwa] [yunho] [yeosang] [san] [mingi] [wooyoung] [jongho]

timestamps:

july 20th, 1:37 AM

ateez’s reactions to:

sunwoo and jiyu

articles:

one | two | three

social media:

UNIVERSE:

one

TWITTER:

↳ official group account

one | two | three | four

↳ jiyu’s secret account

one

MESSAGES:

one

[bbs-ficrecs]

the first ateez ninth member au account i discovered. honestly Jiyu is my sunshine. the scenarios posted are so fun to read. the author has done a great job showing chemistry between the members. really looking forward to their future works.

[bbs-ficrecs]

recently i've also been enjoying ateez ninth member au. i was looking for ateez fics when i discovered them. had no idea this was a thing. i feel like there are so many writers for this au now. sharing the authors whose work i really like in next few posts.

ps. if you've got any ateez fic recs, kindly share.

[ateezmakemeweep]

playing with fire masterlist

sugardaddy!seonghwa

when your scholarship falls through during the last semester of your college career, you were, admittedly, on edge. 

overwhelmed by the prospect of delaying your graduation to save up thousands of dollars or work a second job or, per the suggestion of your roommate, sell pictures of your feet. 

you first met park eunbi during your first year of college, when she walked through your dorm room with a smile on her face and her parents by her side - or, more notably to you, her incredibly handsome father. 

that’s all he ever was to you though - your friend’s hot dad who you only ever saw a few times a year. 

but when you find yourself around him more and more often, your attraction growing and his eyes lingering, you suddenly find yourself in a situation you know is wrong but can’t seem to pull yourself out of. 

❥ part 1

❥ part 2

❥ part 3

❥ part 4 

❥ part 5

status: ongoing

tag list: @mochibabycakes @atinyarmyx1 @middle-of-a-wonshua-sandwich​ @baekhvuns​ @marksflvr​ @bunbaebae​ @markleeyeosang​ @inkigayeo​ @nlost21​ @hyunjeansuniverse​ @cherryeonii​ 

[bbs-ficrecs]

one of my favourite authors has put out another bangin' story!

the writing is so fucking amazing!!! the chemistry between the characters is insane. the author does such a great job at building tension. have enjoyed all the parts posted so far and can't wait to see what happens next especially after that cliffhanger. like what even!!! 😲

ps. Seonghwa in this is just.. *chef's kiss*