sugar daddy!taehyung who met you while you were finishing up undergrad at university. he’d met you at a coffee shop and peered into your life as much as he could during your small talk. discovered you were swimming in debt, and gave you his number right away, asking you on a date later.
sugar daddy!taehyung who emphasized that sex wasn’t necessary during your deal. he wanted a companion. a pretty face to accompany him to dinners, and spend a few extra hours with.
sugar daddy!taehyung who’s allowance was generous, along with extra bonuses and gifts you didn’t ask for. he knew you loved floral fragrances, which is why he bought refills of your favorite perfume. the kitten heels you eyed in the mall? in your hand by the time you left. steak dinners, diamond bracelets, coffee runs in the morning, all taken care of by him.
sugar daddy!taehyung who got off to the fact that you needed his support. seeing you flaunt in the items he bought you, built up his confidence as well as his sexual desire for you. he loved how amazing you looked in the velvet dress he got you, but god did he wish he could’ve ripped it off of you that night. your beautiful manicure nails would look amazing wrapped around his cock. the pretty lip gloss he got you would look better as peppered marks across his neck and chest.
sugar daddy!taehyung who took you on special trips every month. who held you close every night in the king sized bed, you both beneath the silk sheets skin to skin, his cock aching to feel your touch. you finally give in, looking up to him with hazy eyes, trying to interpret his intentions.
“you don’t have to,” he would say sullenly, his eyes laced with hope that you would. that you would finally touch him, pleasure him in the way he prayed for every night.
“i want to,” you’d assure. your warm hands tightening across his thick length, pumping the flesh watching his tip leak of the precum.
sugar daddy!taehyung who is extremely possessive of his baby. he doesn’t play about you in the slightest. he’s extremely protective and enamored with you, and he let it be known. holding you close anytime you two were in public. scorning any male who looked in your direction for even a second. he reminded you every night in bed that you were his, and his only as his cock stretched into your sopping cunt.
“that’s right baby, only daddy can make you feel this way right? you need daddy to fill you up just like this. you know you belong to me right doll? gonna cum all in this pussy so good-“
sugar daddy!taehyung who always reminded you that he needed you. that you were more than just a sugar baby. you were his pride and joy, his motivation, his sweet girl to take care of. he loved to worship, praise, and reward you. even after your tuition was paid off in full, he emphasized his desire to keep you around for as long as you’d like. never was a day on this earth, that he didn’t want you. that he didn’t love you. and boy, did he show it in every way that he could.
⤷﹒writing a song with yoongi doesn’t feel like work — it feels like falling into something deeper. he’s calm at first, focused, headphones hanging around his neck as he leans back in his chair, tapping his pen against a notebook. “just write whatever comes,” he says, eyes on the soundboard. “don’t think too hard.”
⤷﹒the studio is dim, lit only by the glow of his computer screen and the amber light of a desk lamp. there’s a mug of coffee going cold beside him, another in your hands. he hums to himself sometimes, little unfinished melodies that make your chest ache because they sound like emotion without words.
⤷﹒he listens to you — really listens. when you offer a lyric idea, he tilts his head, considering. “hmm,” he hums, scribbling something down. “it’s good. feels honest.” and when you hesitate, shy about your ideas, he catches it instantly. “hey,” he says softly, “nothing’s stupid when it’s real.”
⤷﹒time disappears around him. one minute it’s nine, the next it’s two in the morning. he’s sitting cross-legged on the floor now, laptop in front of him, hair a little messy, a small smile tugging at his lips every time a line fits perfectly. “this one,” he says, eyes lighting up, “this one feels right.”
⤷﹒you write together in fragments — you scribbling phrases on scraps of paper, him turning them into rhythm. sometimes you argue playfully over which word fits better, sometimes you just laugh until neither of you can breathe. there’s comfort in it, in the silence that fills the gaps between your thoughts.
⤷﹒when he plays back the first draft, you hear it — your words, his melody, the sound of two people trying to translate something bigger than themselves. you catch him watching you as the song fills the room. his eyes are soft, almost shy. “it sounds like us,” you whisper, and he smiles, small but full of meaning. “yeah,” he says quietly. “it does.”
⤷﹒the night ends the way all good creative nights do — with half-finished lyrics, too much caffeine, and the two of you sitting shoulder to shoulder in comfortable silence. he nudges your knee with his, murmuring, “you make it easy to write.”
⤷﹒and later, when he finally saves the file and turns off the lights, he looks at you one last time before leaving the studio. “we’ll finish it tomorrow,” he says, voice warm, “but I think we already got the best part.”
REQUEST: “i was thinking like you guys are still somewhat friends after the breakup (maybe in the same friend group or smt) and he’s still very much in love with you type thing ykk 🤭”
warnings: exboyfriend!jungkook x exgirlfriend!reader. clingy ex. he’s still MADLY in love. he’s kinda annoying but we love him. slightly fwb (?). same friend group. friends post-breakup.
lulu speaks: hi i LOVE this trope so im very happy u (beautiful anon) requested this. hope this makes u happy 😚
ᰔ exboyfriend!jungkook who still calls you ‘baby.’ doesn’t even blink when someone goes, “didn’t you guys break up like 6 months ago?” “so what? she’s still my baby.”
ᰔ exboyfriend!jungkook who sits next to you in every setting imaginable. restaurants, movies, bars, car rides, booths at dinner. he will physically move people to be able to sit next to you. “scoot” has single-handedly become the most used word in his vocabulary.
ᰔ exboyfriend!jungkook who replies to ALL of your texts in your groupchat. replies with hearts, texts of his own (that no one asked for), or by saying something like “this was funny hahaha take me back pls🙏🏼”
ᰔ exboyfriend!jungkook who is a hugger. OH, HE’S A HUGGER, ALRIGHT. everytime you meet up, everytime you leave, he clings on like he’s a koala with trust issues. full-on arms around your waist, chin on your shoulder type of hug. he sighs and smiles like he belongs there.
ᰔ exboyfriend!jungkook who will turn to you, casual stare, lips puckered at you like he’s just expecting a kiss. you shove him off, rolling your eyes and hiding the beginnings of a smile.
ᰔ exboyfriend!jungkook who brings you flowers every time he comes over. even if it’s a group hangout at your place, if he showed up unannounced, or if you called him because you were crying or lonely. wax paper-wrapped bouquet hand-picked by some florist who was under the impression that he was picking that up for his girlfriend.
ᰔ exboyfriend!jungkook who remembers everything about you. everything. the cologne he wore that you always complimented, your favorite movie, color, food, songs, all of it.
ᰔ exboyfriend!jungkook who will drop everything if you ask. he’ll literally leave work early if you text him you’re not having a good day. you call him at 2AM? he’s out of bed and starting his ignition right then and there.
ᰔ exboyfriend!jungkook who is so annoying when your friend group goes out to eat. he plops himself down in the seat next to you without asking. he slides his drink towards you to try first. tells the waiter when they got something wrong with your order before you even have the chance to do it first.
ᰔ exboyfriend!jungkook who still has you saved in his contacts as “wifey 🤍”. you broke up 6 months ago.
ᰔ exboyfriend!jungkook whose friends go “give it a rest, bro.” to which he replies, “what? we’re friends 😊” while literally staring at you like you harnessed the moon from the sky.
ᰔ exboyfriend!jungkook who shows off when you’re around. he flexes his arms with his tongue poking at his cheek, wiggling his eyebrows like he knows you’re secretly ogling.
ᰔ exboyfriend!jungkook who texts you the literal minute after you leave the hangout. “you get home safe?” “miss you” “had fun. u looked beautiful as always”
ᰔ exboyfriend!jungkook who still drinks out of your cup, borrows your lip balm, offering you a bite of his food and taking one right where you just bit.
ᰔ exboyfriend!jungkook who steals and wears your hair ties around his wrist everytime he comes over.
lulu speaks pt2: thank u anon!! he’s soo annoyinggggg omggggg 😘🥰😛 stawp he’s weirddd☺️😘🥰🥰ughhh you just can’t shake him offff🤪🤪😝🥰🤪😍😜😘😛
[ about. bts as secret boyfriends, quietly showing their love and jealousy when someone flirts a little too close with you. ]
★ :inc. f!reader, idol!au, secret relationship, long-term couple, soft jealousy, tender moments, bittersweet comfort, nsfw for hoseok genre. scenarios, reaction, fluff, nsfw at the end
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— kim seokjin
jin doesn’t get jealous easily. he doesn’t need to—not when he carries himself like he already owns every room he walks into. that easy elegance, the unshakable calm, the smile honed from years of being effortlessly adored.
but when something does stir beneath that polished exterior? oh. it’s not messy—it’s devastating.
he is witty, theatrical, laced with sarcasm.
he’ll laugh, sure. play it off, smooth and theatrical like it’s all part of the performance. but watch closely. when the smile drops just half a centimeter, when the grip on his glass tightens just slightly, you’ll know—he’s simmering. it’s not toxic. it’s territorial. and seokjin, when territorial, is razor-sharp velvet.
you’re at a private charity gala hosted by the country’s top culinary institute. invited for your critically acclaimed essays on food culture—pieces laced with dry humor and sharp insight that caught the eyes of chefs and critics alike. jin arrived later, slipping under the radar in a tailored suit and loosened tie, blending in seamlessly among the glittering crowd.
your dress is deep red silk—fluid, sharp, confident. a slit high up your thigh, delicate jewelry catching the light. you’re every inch composed and magnetic, skimming through conversations with ease. jin watches you from afar, lips twitching every time your wit slices clean through a pompous comment.
and then one of the event organizers slides in beside you. older, distinguished, charming in that well-traveled, silver-fox sort of way. he leans closer than necessary, complimenting your writing, your dress, your smile. hints at exclusive tastings and private tours—professional, technically, but layered with something smoother, sweeter.
you handle it like you always do. polite. cool. warm enough to be graceful, distant enough to draw the line. but jin sees everything. he always does.
from across the room, his gaze lingers longer now—sharpened behind the soft curve of his grin. when your eyes flick toward him, he tilts his head just slightly, brows raised, as if to ask: having fun? you hide a smirk, tucking it behind your wineglass, and turn back to your conversation.
📱
Jin:
making friends, sweetheart?
or collecting tasting invitations?
You:
just working the room, handsome
promise I won’t sample anything off-menu
Jin:
good
because I’m already setting the table at home
and dessert’s going to be you
later, when you step into the quieter lounge near the balcony, jin is already there. leaning lazily against the railing, city lights scattering like jewels behind him. his tie loose, glass of red wine poised effortlessly in his hand.
he doesn’t greet you right away. just watches, gaze slow and steady over the rim of his glass.
“good company tonight?” he asks eventually, voice smooth as aged whiskey.
you hum, sliding closer. “not bad. a few offers for private tastings.”
his smile curls at the corners—but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
“lucky you,” he murmurs. “sounds like you’re very… sought after.”
you step even closer, fingertips brushing the lapel of his jacket. “are you fishing for something, seokjin?”
his smile deepens, slow and dangerous. he sets the glass down carefully, turning fully toward you.
“not fishing. just reminding.”
one hand slips around your waist, palm pressing warm and deliberate over silk.
“reminding you that no matter how many tastings you’re offered,” he leans in, voice dipping lower, “there’s only one kitchen you’ll be cooking in tonight.”
your breath catches subtly. his gaze drops to your lips, then drags back up—steady, unflinching, dark with intent.
you tilt your chin, sass cutting through the heat. “i could’ve handled him, you know.”
“i know.” his thumb drags idly along your waist. “i just like watching you remind people you’re already taken.”
he leans in, lips ghosting along the shell of your ear. “i like it even more when i get to remind you.”
later that night, jin doesn’t rush. he never does.
he moves with that same unhurried confidence—like he has all the time in the world to savor what’s his.
fingers trail down the line of your spine, lips mapping slow, deliberate kisses along the slope of your shoulder.
he peels silk away inch by inch, like unwrapping something rare and expensive, eyes dark and molten.
when you tug him closer by the loosened tie, breath catching against his mouth, he exhales soft against your lips.
“still jealous?” you whisper, teasing.
his grin is lazy, dangerous, beautiful.
“not jealous,” he murmurs, voice thick and low.
“just making sure you remember where you belong.”
his mouth finds yours—slow, thorough, claiming.
and as he drags you beneath him, warm palms spanning your hips, his touch leaves no room for doubt.
you already know.
— kim namjoon
he is quiet, rational on the surface. possessive underneath. checks himself constantly. but when pushed, he can’t help the flicker of dominance in his tone—especially when he thinks someone’s trying to outsmart him for your attention.
you’re an up-and-coming actress. sharp, striking, all slow-burning charm. namjoon fell for your brain first, but that doesn’t mean he’s blind to the way people look at you.
tonight is no different — a private after-party after the film festival, where you’d been invited as a presenter. like always, you and namjoon arrived separately, pretending to be nothing more than distant acquaintances.
the problem is the actor by your side tonight — respected, smooth, and just clever enough to be a threat.
namjoon doesn’t interrupt. he trusts you. but trust doesn’t erase the slow flare of possessiveness when he sees the man leaning in too close or making you laugh a little too hard.
you’re in the middle of a casual, low laughter conversation when you feel it—eyes. his eyes. you turn slightly and see namjoon across the room, his jaw flexed, one hand tucked into his pocket, the other holding a drink he’s barely touched.
he’s watching. always watching.
you feel confident. you’re used to this kind of attention and you know how to handle it. you aren’t playing into it—not really—but you're not rushing to walk away either. it’s more fun when you make him wait. watch. simmer.
he won’t interrupt. namjoon trusts you—he always has. but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel the flare of something hot and territorial when another man leans in too close or makes you laugh just a little too freely.
he waits. always waits.
he knows how to check himself. But when pushed, when tested, there’s always that flicker—that low, deliberate shift in him that feels like gravity pulling tighter.
tonight is no different.
fifteen minutes later, you finally excuse yourself smoothly, your dress swaying as you slip toward the quieter lounge. you know exactly where he’ll be waiting.
he doesn’t look at you right away.
instead, he stands in the dim hallway light, broad shoulders relaxed but his posture coiled.
“good conversation?” his voice is even. almost too even.
you smirk, unhurried as you cross your arms. “jealous?”
a breath. his eyes finally lift—soft brown, now darkened with something molten.
"i’m not jealous,” he says, measured. “just wondering how long i’m supposed to stand there listening to someone else flirt with my girlfriend like he wrote the damn dictionary.”
your brow arches, amused. “was it bothering you? you looked so calm.”
he steps closer, slow and steady, one hand ghosting the curve of your waist. his body heat slides against you as he leans close enough that only you can hear.
“i don’t like sharing your attention.” his lips graze the shell of your ear. His next words are velveted steel.
“and I don’t like the way he looked at you like he was trying to figure out how you taste.”
a shiver skips down your spine. your smirk deepens, but your eyes soften with something warmer.
“he didn’t touch me,” you say, voice honeyed but edged.
namjoon’s lips curve—just barely. "he didn’t need to. that was his way of touching you.”
your fingers trail teasingly along his lapel. “you know… you could’ve walked over sooner. staked your claim.”
“i wanted to see how long you’d keep me stewing,” he murmurs, leaning in until his nose brushes yours, “i should’ve known better. you like making me wait.”
“i like making you watch,” you correct sweetly, batting your lashes. “you’re hot when you simmer, joon.”
his breath hitches, a soft chuckle rumbling from deep in his chest. his lips press deliberately against your cheek, a slow drag that lingers near the corner of your mouth.
📱
You:
was someone feeling territorial tonight? 👀
Namjoon:
i let it go longer than i wanted to.
if he touched you i would’ve ended up in a scandal.
You:
he didn’t.
you know I’m yours, right?
Namjoon:
yeah.
still hate watching someone want what I already have.
you looked good tonight. too good.
You:
say that again when I’m on your lap, baby
Namjoon:
get home.
i’ll say it with my mouth. everywhere.
later that night, the door clicks shut behind you, and before you can even toe off your heels, namjoon’s hands are already sliding against your waist. he moves like he’s reclaiming something—not rushed, not frantic—just deliberate, confident, consuming.
he presses you back onto the sheets, his weight settling heavy and comforting. his mouth traces a slow, reverent path down your throat, across your collarbones, teeth dragging lightly at your skin as his fingers splay against your hips to anchor you in place.
“you were jealous,” you whisper against his jaw, voice thick with amusement as your nails skim his biceps, “just admit it, baby.”
he breathes out a soft laugh against your sternum, warm and low.
“of course I was,” he murmurs, lips dragging to the inside of your thigh, his voice roughening as he speaks against your skin,
“but only because you’re everything. and everything that’s mine should never be touched by anyone else but me.”
you grin, tipping your chin proudly. “damn right, joon.”
he hums approvingly. His hands tighten on your thighs. his lips seal against the inside of your knee like a silent oath.
and that night, he shows you—with touch after touch, kiss after kiss—exactly how much he meant every word.
— min yoongi
yoongi’s jealousy isn’t loud. it doesn’t explode or unravel messily.
it brews—low, lethal, precise.
he doesn’t interrupt. doesn’t stomp across the room or tug you away like he’s staking a claim.
no, yoongi lets the irritation sit in his chest, slow and smoldering, until it finally sharpens into a single line you’ll hear echoing in your head for days.
a sentence that slices cleaner than a scream ever could.
yoongi doesn’t like loud scenes. he doesn’t do crowds unless they’re under the blinding lights of his profession, and even then, it’s work—not pleasure.
which is why tonight is the perfect setting: a small, private gallery event tucked inside a quiet art collective, recommended by one of your professors as extra credit for your film studies course. quiet, dim, curated—yoongi’s pace entirely.
you invited him because you knew he’d like the obscurity.
he came because he likes you even more.
he lingers behind you as you move through the exhibit. you—sharp-eyed, brilliant, articulate—you’ve always loved pulling apart the composition of other art forms, finding parallels to film. that’s what caught his attention when you first met: your mind sharper than your eyeliner, wit faster than your smile.
tonight, though?
you’ve attracted the eye of one of the event’s featured guest curators. a man a little too well-versed in indie cinema. a little too eager to quote obscure 1960s directors at you.
a man who clearly likes the way your lips part when you get passionate explaining shot composition.
yoongi watches from across the room—leaning against a polished concrete column, dressed lowkey and muted. black cap, dark bomber jacket, silver rings glinting faintly under gallery lights.
he sips slowly at his drink, one brow slightly raised, expression unreadable—but his gaze is cutting and direct.
you feel it before you see it.
the weight of his stare sliding across your shoulder blades like warm silk. you don’t falter—you’ve always been good at handling attention—but your smirk twitches wider.
you angle your body slightly toward yoongi (just enough to let him know you know), while still entertaining the curator’s chatter. confident. untouchable. you’re not flirting, not exactly—but you’re not running, either.
after a while, you wrap up your conversation with practiced grace and glide over to yoongi, the heels of your boots clicking quietly on the polished floor.
he doesn’t move. doesn’t even look up immediately. just tilts his head slightly toward you, deadpan but razor-sharp.
“nice lecture you got there,” he says dryly, voice low and unimpressed. “i almost enrolled in his class.”
you let a slow smile curl your lips. “were you eavesdropping, min?”
he finally lifts his gaze to yours—dark, amused, the corner of his mouth twitching like he’s trying very hard not to grin.
“didn’t need to eavesdrop. the dude was practically panting when you started breaking down italian neorealism.”
you huff a laugh, cocking a brow. “jealous?”
“not jealous,” he says smoothly, sliding a hand into your back pocket with infuriating casualness. his thumb brushes slow circles into your hipbone.
“just bored. watching him trip over his tongue trying to impress my girlfriend was sad.”
your lips part in faux surprise. “oh? your girlfriend? i don’t remember you coming over to claim me.”
yoongi’s smile sharpens.
“i don’t need to claim what’s already mine, baby.”
he leans in—his nose brushes the shell of your ear, voice a hushed growl.
“i just remind you who’ll be unzipping this dress later.”
your breath catches—just slightly.
but you recover fast. always do.
you hum coyly, tilting your chin up. “don’t make promises you won’t keep, yoongi.”
his chuckle is low, sinful, hand squeezing tighter at your waist as he drags you flush to him in the darkened corner.
“i don’t make promises,” he whispers, lips ghosting your jaw.
“i just keep receipts.”
📱
You:
you were broody tonight, min. jealous of the film nerd? 👀
Yoongi:
broody?
you kept tossing around french new wave terms like foreplay.
i almost dragged you into the supply closet.
You:
almost?
coward.
Yoongi:
get home.
say “mise-en-scène” in that voice again.
i’ll show you exactly what scene i want to set.
You:
bold of you to assume i’m wearing anything under this dress
might have to “explain” it to me in detail, professor.
Yoongi:
keep talking.
i’m locking my door right now.
he doesn’t say much as he pulls you into bed.
hands grip firmer than usual—commanding but unhurried, fingers biting at your hips like a quiet claim. his lips drag rougher kisses along your throat, teeth grazing just enough to leave blooming marks in their wake.
when you arch against him, breath catching on his name, he leans close—breath hot against your ear, voice husked deep.
“don’t let another man talk to you like that again.”
you smile against his mouth, exhaling a soft, cocky laugh.
“don’t let another man think he has a chance, baby.”
his breath shudders, smirk ghosting against your jawline.
“smart girl.”
his mouth traces slow, burning paths along the curve of your neck and down your chest—every kiss a silent reminder of exactly where you belong.
you sigh, teasing lazy against his jawline—“still jealous, min?”—
his only answer is teeth against the inside of your thigh, slow and claiming.
“no,” he rasps, voice rough with want.
“just making sure you remember who gives you real lessons, baby.”
and by morning, you’ll have marks on your skin like underlined citations.
— jung hoseok [ nsfw ]
hoseok has always been magnetic.
he’s the light in the room, the warmth at the center of every circle. he laughs easily, listens deeply, and never lets discomfort linger in the air. he’s thoughtful. polished. sharp.
but everyone who truly knows him—everyone close enough to see past the glitter—knows one more truth:
hoseok is possessive.
quietly. beautifully.
the kind that doesn’t say “you’re mine.”
he just makes sure everyone else feels it.
he takes care of what’s his.
he keeps things neat, under control, exact.
and when something crosses a boundary—when someone crosses you—his shine doesn’t crack.
it drops.
it’s a friend-of-a-friend party. not flashy. a cozy rooftop with warm lights and too many drinks. you’re in a soft knit dress and a jacket he gave you before you left home. not a celebrity. not a name anyone recognizes. you like it that way. you belong in the quiet.
and hoseok stays close. hand at your back, brushing your waist. always aware of where you are in the room.
but eventually, you wander.
grab a drink.
laugh with someone—some guy who works in media, apparently. you don’t know him. he’s too loud, too sure of himself. but you’re being polite.
what you don’t see is hoseok’s face from across the space.
he’s not smiling anymore.
mouth set. jaw stiff.
someone asks him something, and he answers too fast, eyes already gone back to you.
and the guy?
he’s leaning too close. not touching. but it’s the lean that does it. the way he looks at your legs. how he says something and nudges your arm like you’re sharing some private joke.
you step back half a pace. just enough to reclaim the space between you.
but it’s not enough.
not for hoseok.
📱
Hoseok:
baby.
come here.
you look up.
he’s still on the other side of the rooftop. watching.
the look in his eyes pins you in place.
another buzz—
Hoseok:
he’s looking at you like he wants to fuck you.
don’t laugh at his jokes.
they’re not funny.
your stomach flips. heat rises behind your ears. you shoot him a quick look across the space, mouthing sorry.
he doesn’t blink.
Hoseok:
if you laugh one more time
i’m going to drag you out of here
and make you remember who makes you laugh like that for real
you swallow. hard.
and excuse yourself.
you find him leaning against the hallway wall near the stairwell. arms crossed. one eyebrow lifted. not speaking.
“hey,” you say softly.
he tilts his head. “having fun?”
“it wasn’t like that.”
“wasn’t it?”
his voice is low. too low.
“you smiled at him.”
“i was just being nice—”
“no.”
he steps in. close.
“you don’t smile at people like that. not men like that.”
you exhale, frustrated. “hobi, i wasn’t flirting—”
his hand slides up your jaw so fast it stuns you silent. thumb pressed just under your lip. his eyes are dark. voice quieter now.
“i don’t like being jealous.”
his tone is a whisper against your mouth.
“i hate how it makes me feel. but baby, if someone else looks at you like they want you… and you give them anything…”
he leans in, lips brushing your cheek, your ear.
“…i get so fucking mean about it.”
when you’re back at your place he doesn’t waste time.
the second the door shuts behind you, hoseok crowds you back against it—mouth claiming yours in a kiss that steals the air from your lungs.
It’s not rushed—but it’s deliberate.
hands gripping your hips hard, fingers digging in like he’s anchoring himself to you.
when he drags his mouth down to your throat, biting lightly, you gasp—hands threading into his hair.
his jacket is on your floor. so are your panties. your hands are flat against your wall. his hips are locked behind yours. he’s been taking his time.
not fast. not desperate.
punishing.
“still think he was funny?”
he whispers it right against your shoulder as he pushes into you again.
you gasp—eyes squeezed shut, nails biting into the paint.
“n-no—hobi—”
he thrusts deep. slow. deliberate.
“think he could make you come like this?”
you shake your head, but he waits. still inside you.
“say it.”
“…no.”
“say why.”
you whimper, breath catching in your throat. “’cause you’re the only one. the only one who gets to—fuck—gets to touch me like this.”
a pleased hum. a kiss to your spine.
“that’s right.
you’re mine.
don’t forget it again.”
you wake to the soft rustle of sheets and the smell of coffee brewing.
hoseok walks into the bedroom, setting your cup on the nightstand—his hair messy, a soft hoodie hanging off one shoulder.
he sits on the edge of the bed, gaze fond but still serious.
“i’m not usually like that,” he says quietly.
you smile sleepily, fingers lacing with his.
“i like when you’re like that.”
his lips twitch—half-smile returning.
“good.” a kiss to your temple. “’cause i wasn’t faking a single second of it.”
Content/warnings : the heathers inspired, spitting, oc is a bit drunk but it’s with consent!, unprotected sex (WRAP EM UP), dry humping, big c jk, dirty talking, he calls her good girl like once, tell me if i missed more.
Note : okay.. im just reposting this here cuz i love this smut of mine hihi. No this is not a new one😭
"Y/n?? " Jungkook's voice was low and urgent as he noticed you climbing in through his window. His eyes widened as he moved closer, pulling it open further. "Shit- what- what the fuck are you doing here?" he whispered harshly, glancing behind him as though someone else might hear.
You grabbed his hands instinctively as he helped you clumsily climb inside, his grip firm despite the clear exasperation in his voice. Once your feet were on solid ground, you stumbled slightly before collapsing onto his bed, your messy hair falling into your face.
Jungkook ran a hand through his own messy hair, staring at you like you'd grown two heads. "You... you look drunk," he muttered, grabbing the glass of water from his nightstand and handing it to you. "Where were you?"
You nodded, sipping the water slowly, your movements lazy and uncoordinated. "heathers, four drinks, " you said with a crooked smile, holding up four fingers as though it was some sort of victory. "Did I wake you?"
"I—no, I mean... yeah?" he stammered, his brows furrowed as he crouched slightly, his face now level with yours.
"W-what are you doing here?" Jungkook's voice was laced with surprise and a tinge of nervousness, his doe eyes searching yours. But you didn't let him finish, silencing him with a press of your index finger to his lips.
"Wanna ride you," you said matter-of-factly, as if it were the most casual thing in the world. The boldness in your voice startled even you, but you were too caught up in the mix of frustration and desire coursing through your veins to care.
"Wait—what?" he asked, straightening his posture, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. His hands instinctively found their way to your hips as you climbed onto his lap, straddling him.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his cheeks flushed, his breath hitching as your weight settled against him.
You cupped his face, your thumb brushing over the faint stubble on his jaw. "Jungkook, I'm hot, pissed, and on the pill," you said firmly, your tone leaving no room for argument.
He blinked at you, his lips parting as if to respond, but before he could form a coherent thought, you leaned in, capturing his lips in a heated kiss. The initial shock melted away quickly, and his hands tightened their grip on your hips as he kissed you back with equal fervor.
"Fuck—wait," he groaned, pulling back for just a moment. His lips were swollen, and his dark eyes glinted with amusement despite the obvious tension in his body. "You broke my window lock, you know," he chuckled, shaking his head.
You smirked at him, your hands already tugging at the hem of your shirt. "You'll live." you said, pulling it over your head and tossing it aside. Now only in only your skirt and bra, you leaned back in, your lips finding his again as your hips began to move. The friction of your clothed core grinding against the hardness beneath his boxers made you whimper into his mouth.
"Fuck," he hissed, his hands sliding down to guide your movements. His fingers dug into your waist, his body already reacting to yours. "Y/N, you're gonna drive me insane."
"Good," you whispered, nipping at his bottom lip. Your hands slid down his chest, your fingertips tracing over the firm lines of his body until they found the waistband of his boxers. You tugged at it, your movements impatient.
"Wanna take this off? Yeah?" he murmured, his voice a low, breathy rasp as he watched you with hooded eyes.
"Yeah," you breathed, your hips never stopping their rhythm as your hands worked to slide his boxers down.
He lifted his hips slightly to help you, and the moment his cock sprang free, you felt the heat of it pressing against your thighs. Your mouth watered at the sight, your body throbbing with need as you reached for him, your fingers wrapping around his length.
You were about to reach for the zipper of your skirt, but his hand shot out, stopping you. "Don't," he said, his voice almost pleading. "Keep it on... please?"
Your breath caught at the look in his eyes dark, hungry, yet somehow tender. You nodded, letting him have this one thing as he leaned back slightly, his hands sliding up your thighs to bunch the fabric of your skirt just enough to expose you. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, sliding them to the side. The cool air against your slick folds made you shiver, and his gaze locked onto you, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.
"Can I- can I take it?" you asked, your voice trembling with anticipation as you positioned yourself over him, guiding his tip to your entrance.
"Fuck—go, baby," he groaned, his voice strained as he gripped your hips, helping you lower yourself. "Take it like the good girl you are, hm?"
The stretch of him filling you inch by inch made your head fall back, a silent moan escaping your lips as your walls adjusted to his size. He felt impossibly big, and the slight burn only added to the pleasure. His hands gripped your hips tighter, his nails digging into your skin as he watched you take him, his own breaths coming out in ragged gasps.
"Holy fuck," he groaned, his head falling back against the couch as you finally sank down fully, your bodies flush together. "You feel so fucking good."
"Jungkook," you whimpered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears. You rested your hands on his shoulders for balance, your nails digging into his skin as you began to move.
His cock stretched you so perfectly, hitting that sweet spot with every thrust upward as you rode him with reckless abandon. His hands gripped your waist tightly, guiding your movements.
"Fuck- you look so good like this," he growled, his head tilting back as he watched the way your body moved on top of him, the skirt you kept on bunched up around your waist. His eyes darkened with lust, his chest heaving as his hands slid upward, brushing over the curve of your breasts before gripping your throat lightly, making you gasp.
"Faster, baby," he rasped, his thumb pressing against your windpipe just enough to send a thrill through you. "Show me how much you missed me."
You moaned, leaning forward to press your lips to his. But before you could deepen the kiss, Jungkook's hand left your throat, moving to your cheek instead, and with a sharp smack, he slapped you.
"Fuck," you gasped, your movements faltering for a moment as you processed the action. His dark eyes bore into yours, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he cupped your face roughly.
"Don't stop," he commanded, his voice rough and dripping with dominance. "Ride me, baby. Show me what a good fucking girl you are."
The mixture of pain and pleasure sent a fresh wave of heat straight to your core, and you moaned loudly, your hips snapping forward as you resumed your movements. Your fingers gripped his shoulders tightly, nails digging into his skin as you bounced on his cock, your wetness coating him with every thrust.
"That's it," he growled, one hand sliding back to grip a fistful of your hair. He tugged hard, pulling your head back, exposing your neck to him as he leaned forward to nip and suck at the sensitive skin. "You like it when I treat you like this, huh? Like being my filthy little slut?"
"Yes—fuck—yes," you cried out, your voice breaking as the pleasure consumed you. The sharp tug of his hand in your hair, combined with the deep thrusts of his cock and the filthy words spilling from his lips, was almost too much.
"okay, okay" he murmured against your neck, his other hand slipping down between your thighs to rub tight circles against your clit. "So fucking wet. Look at you falling apart just for me."
You whined, your body trembling as the pressure in your core built, your walls clenching around him. Jungkook pulled back, his hand releasing your hair only to grip your chin, tilting your face down toward his. "Spit on me," he ordered, his voice low and commanding.
"What?" you whispered, your brows furrowing in confusion, though the heat in his eyes made your stomach flip.
"Spit on me," he repeated, his grip on your chin tightening slightly. "Right here." He opened his mouth slightly, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip as he waited.
Your breath hitched, but the fire in his gaze made you comply. You gathered the saliva in your mouth before spitting on him, the act feeling strangely intimate and dirty all at once. He groaned, his tongue darting out to lick the corner of his mouth before smirking up at you.
"Good girl," he murmured, his voice filled with approval. "Now let me hear you, baby. Let me hear how good I make you feel."
The praise sent you over the edge, your climax crashing over you as your walls clench around him, squeezing him tightly. Your head fell back, a loud, broken moan escaping your lips as your body shook in his grip.
"Fuck- that's it, baby," he groaned, his own movements growing erratic as he chased his release. He gripped your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he thrust up into you one last time, spilling inside you with a deep, guttural moan.
You collapsed against him. Jungkook's hands moved to your back, rubbing soothing circles as you both came down from your highs.
"You're fucking unreal," he murmured after a moment, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. His voice was softer now, a stark contrast to the dominance he'd displayed just moments ago.
You lifted your head slightly, meeting his gaze. His dark eyes softened as they met yours, and for a moment, the intensity of the moment lingered between you. Then, a sly grin spread across his face.
Jungkook leaned back slightly after his cheeky response, his smirk firmly in place, but the way his eyes roamed your face made your chest feel strangely warm. You rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head in mock exasperation.
"You're ridiculous," you said, letting your palm land on his chest in a playful slap. He chuckled softly, his hand still resting lazily on your waist.
"And..." you started, a sly smile tugging at your lips as your fingers absentmindedly playfully slap his chest, "...you're my first."
Summary: The one where you’ve been a solo OF creator for some time, but now your viewers are requesting to see you with a partner, but you only have...Jungkook as an option. Your closest friend.
18+ MDNI.
Jungkook x fem reader.
Friends to FWB, smut.
Warnings: filmed coitus, kissing, a down bad Jungkook?, fingering, neck kisses, implied virgin reader, penetration(protected.) sweet after care.
Note: smut practice No.1
A/n: this is just practice and i worked on it so fast there could be errors but I did try to edit it. i don’t know how to write smut so I’m working on it. If you think it’s cringe or don’t like it please don’t tell me 😊, I don’t want to know. This is just for fun and no thought.
Any positive, reply, ask or reblog is appreciated
Wc: 2.2k+
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“Really?” when you ask to clarify and he nods, you’re already getting excited. “Let me restart the video.”
You skip to the camera, making sure to end the previous one.
You’ve been doing filming for over a year now, you’re still new but it’s shocking how you’ve grown a large audience already.
Filming pays you so well that you’ve taken it up full time. And with that you’ve had to get creative.
You always did your work solo, it was comfortable and what made you feel the most confident. The people loved it. But it can get monotonous at times, and they made sure to let you know.
You’ve never minded requests; they help you alleviate the pressure of thinking of how to be creative next. So, when people start requesting you to get a partner, it made you do a double take.
Working with someone isn’t something you mind doing. But what really concerned you was your comfortability. You couldn’t walk up to a random person and ask if they could film with you. You never had friends in the industry, and only one male friend. Your female friends don’t swing that way.
So, you were stuck.
But then your thoughts went back to the only male friend you have. Jungkook. He was single and supported what you did.
So, would he help you?
You were scared to ask, but it was worth the shot. If he said no then you could pretend it was a lie. He was very open minded to things, so could he be to this? It’s definitely playing at the seams of things you’ve never thought of in your friendship.
So, it was a shock to you when he said yes, very quickly as well.
“Maybe you should hold the camera.” You tilt your head to the side, doubting what route you should go with this. “For a better angle you get?” he nods.
Cause of the job people wouldn’t believe you’ve actually never slept with anyone before. That’s the main reason you don’t have other male friends. They’d always try to sleep with you. You were never interested in that. and that’s what made Jungkook different.
He never tried to sleep with you, you’d joke flirtishly, but it was never more than that. That’s why you feel comfortable enough to do this with him.
Plus, the other guys always judged you or slut shamed you for what you did. But Jungkook never did, he’s actually the one who bought you the camera you’re using currently.
He also taught how to set up and direct yourself. And the reason he’s here tonight was to help you film a video.
“I’ll hold it.” He says walking over to grab the camera from your grip, his fingers brushing past you longer than normal.
It’s Jungkook, filming should feel easier. “it’ll feel more natural.”
You just nod. You’ve been filming most of your content by yourself and still don’t get the camera thing.
You’re glad he’s here.
“You want me to--” the gesture you make with your hands has him laughing. You pout though and he stops.
“You want to be a fluffer?” the smile from the laugh lingers.
“I’m just asking.”
He chuckles.
“I’ll be fine.”
Thanks to the video you were recording before, he’s partially there.
Watching the way, you touched yourself, how soft your breaths and moans escaped your plushie rose lips. It was a sight to see.
You know how to touch yourself but you definitely need someone to show you deeper pleasure.
“Kook, stop teasing.”
“Content. I’m sure the people like to see little desperation.”
“This video’s gonna be an hour long if you keep that up.”
“I don’t mind.” He has a cheeky smile on his face but you’re having none of it. “Fine. You’re the boss.” He’s only letting you have your way cause it for your page, and he wants to respect the request. but if it was what he wanted, that mouth would’ve been too caught up to whine.
Jungkook pulls your panties off. You have no clue how he does it so swiftly with one hand. He gets it done and now he can stare at your wetness.
“you’re staring.” You inform him like he wasn’t doing it on purpose. Again...if it was on his terms.
“Is this for me?” he runs a cold finger through your folds. You lay ass at the edge of the bed and he stands between your thighs.
You bite your lower lips the longer he traces through them. Is this what it feels like to have someone else do it.
“it’s for the camera.”
“Hard to believe when I’m the one with a finger in you.” At that a finger slips into you. Slow, but determined you fully settle in. You’ve done it yourself before, so why does it feel new with his.
“Fuck kook.” You call when another is added.
“I was supposed to eat you out but since you’re in a hurry...” they glide in and out, pulling a moan from you eat time. Jungkook grows a lopsided smile watching how you squirm just from his fingers. Sweet girl. “...we can save it for another video.”
Another video? You hadn’t though about that. Your viewers would want more, so it does make sense. But... he’s okay with doing another video.
He’s ecstatic. This would be enough. it is nice, but it wouldn’t be enough. he needs to feel you in everyway. Your weight on him, his face. The way you taste, how long would you last?
And his personal favourite.
How many times can he make you come?
All those things make him want to come back.
Not to say that he’s been thinking about this. He’s loves your friendship and loves how you get along as friends. You’ve been friends for awhile and with that comes him witnesses all the shitty guys you encounter, he’s glad you’ve never given then what they were hoping. Honestly, they wouldn’t know what to do with all this.
He wants to see you succeed and be happy, and if fucking you gets you closer to that then he’ll be here...
Right in your tight cunt...
He’s kind of hating this camera right now. Holding it and trying to touch every part of you is hard. And frustrating.
And you can sense it. “You, okay?” you sit up on your elbows and you’re met with exactly what you felt. His brows knitted and tongue poking his cheek. It’s hot when he does that. and he’s so stupid for not noticing how you drip even more after it.
“Yeah, I just need to put this somewhere.”
You knew he’d get tired of it eventually. “Let me grab the--”
“uh-uh...just lay there.” He commands and you don’t move.
He goes to grab the stand.
When he turns, he finds you on your elbows. He hopes this image of you stays on his mind forever. It’s a dangerous wish. But he’d risk it.
You can feel you mouth water when you catch the bulge clearly begging to be touched. He smacks your hand away when you reach.
“Next video I want to suck you off.” You’re not even staring at him, cause you’d see how he pokes his tongue again and his cheeks turn rosier.
Jungkook can’t deny the effect the words have on him. And now he’s getting impatient.
He loves that you’re settling into the idea. Maybe he’ll become your full-time partner. But for him fucking you is the payment; you can keep all the money you earn.
Not knowing how to respond with words he just smirks.
You want to remark how he doesn’t respond but he’s thumb on your clit shuts you up. He knew it would.
His fingers adjust to the warmth. The sounds you and your body make are ethereal. He needs to be closer. So, leaning over he latches at a nipple and your back arches immediately. You’re making sure you can be heard but unlike others, you really mean it.
He’s all over you, kissing up your chest, wet kisses on your neck. You can barely stay in one position, the pleasure of having someone else pleasure you is overwhelming. It’s a new feeling, but your body adjust quickly and you’re begging for more.
“Kiss me.”
He pauses, and when his face is in your view his eyes soften. “Really?” kissing would feel really intimate and he’s not sure if that’s what you were intending. But he doesn’t mind. Not at all.
Your nod comes out rushed and just as fast his lips capture yours. Your hands immediately move to touching anything you want. His hair, under his shirt, you tease to go lower but the pull at your lips stops you. You smile.
Your lips move simultaneously, the feeling soft but deep; proving how bad you don’t want him to stop. You need more of this feeling.
Your tongues battle for dominance, but how much of a fight is it when he’s winning. He smirks when you moan into the kiss.
And that’s all you can handle, you need more. So you pull away, confusing him.
“I need you.”
“I’m here.”
His lips are on your neck again and as much as you’d love him to keep going just like that. there’s a purpose to all of this.
“Wanna feel you.”
Immediately a hot wave of blood rushes down him. And he can only bite his lips. You really know how to shut him up.
“You’re so fucking perfect.” He says against your lips. It’s unprompted but not really. It’s just everything about you, maybe he’s doomed himself by doing this. Cause even from the little he’s had; you’ve ruined him for anyone else. Not that he was looking for anyone else.
Seeing that you were solo, birth control was not a thing for you. So, he’s quick to grabbing protection. Maybe now you’ll consider the, seeing that you’re considering more of this anyways.
You watch him slip it over, his eyes on you the whole time.
When he’s between your legs, you lift your hips, just to be an inch closer to him.
“So impatient...” he mocks. “I’m not going anywhere baby.”
You hope he doesn’t.
Grabbing himself, he inches to your core but then you stop him...
“The camera kook.’
“Oh yeah.” Forgot about it.
He points the device to where you meet. He pushes your legs apart, when you threaten to close them.
“So tight. fuck” He mumbles, inching deeper and stretching you out. You wish you could reach him, claw at his back and leave marks to remind him how good this feels.
A whimper escapes your lips when he’s in deeper. The stretch stings but soon turns to pleasure. More than you’ve ever given yourself.
“You good?” he pauses and you want to yell at him for it, but you get it. The stretch feels so new and he wouldn’t want to hurt.
“Mhm.”
“Feels good?”
The moan and gasps are enough of an answer for him.
“She’s taking me so well guys.”
Shit you forgot about the camera. Should you post this? Fuck. You have to, that was the point.
Feeling like you’re more settled Jungkook begins rocking, still holding himself for control.
“Feels so good kook.” you whimper, shutting your eyes.
“I know baby.”
He’s not even moving fast and it feel like heaven. You won’t last long...shit.
More slick dripping out aides his movement. And he begins rocking faster.
You have no clue where to hold onto or what to say. You grip your sheets spewing out who knows what...his movements get faster and you’re getting louder.
Your viewer’s will love this. How he’s slipping into your cunt. How you’re inching away but he has to pull you back with one hand. How you whimper and chant his name with curses.
The slapping of skin is melodious with your moans. With the way you twitch around him he knows you’re close. So, he rubs on your clit to intensify the pleasure and you’re seeing lights.
His name spills out your mouth continuously has you feel the pressure. The knot tightens and you’re inching closer to the feeling.
“don’t stop.” You beg.
“wasn’t going to darling.” It’s the pleasure, it’s the hand that grips your thigh and it’s the pet name and if your eyes were open it would be the way he looks and smiles down at you.
He continues you rock into you and rub your clit until the knot snaps. And it’s never snapped like this.
Your body shakes and you tighten around him, bring him closer as well.
“fuck..” He grunts as he twitches into the latex like he’s never done before in a while.
You’re stuck between time. What the fuck just happened?
Jungkook slips out of you and you internally whine and the loss. He throws the rubber in your bathroom. You flinch when you feel a damp cloth on our core.
When did he even leave the room?
“You did so good.” He kisses down your sweaty chest. It feels good. When you’re alone you have no one to reassure you. So, it feels great to hear him say that.
He’s taken by surprise when you pull him and kiss his lips.
“Now, I don’t want to post it.” You pout and he watches ever inch of your features.
“That would be a waste, wouldn’t it?” he stares into your eyes not able to move away cause you’re holding him closer so kiss him. He loves it. He leans into the kiss before you’re pulling away again.
Can you make a Namjoon version of the pregnancy yoongi headcannon please?
💌 Reply:
Ahhh, thank you for this request! 🥹 Translating Yoongi’s blueprint into Namjoon’s universe was such a joy... and kinda healing to write tbh. If it’s too abstract, blame Joon... you know he’d turn parenthood into a TED Talk on existential botany. Hope this hits right for you, and that the brainrot is mutual (?) Let me know if you need tweaks! 💜
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Kim Namjoon (RM) Pregnancy Headcanons x Reader
Warning: added a short mention of complication/ loss during pregnancy; brief mention of emotional vulnerability/complex feelings
🗿 How He Finds Out
you take the test alone first
needing quiet to process the enormity
the second line appears, you pace the bedroom
fingers brushing over his poetry books, his half-finished clay vase on the shelf...
Namjoon knocks softly after 15 minutes
"Love? You okay? You missed the Monstera’s watering time."
tries to jiggle the stuck door handle (his DIY fix last week)
fumbles with a paperclip
muttering
"Why do I always overtighten things…"
finally nudges the door open
finds you holding the test against your chest
glasses slide down his nose
he freezes
first words whispered like a haiku
"Are we... growing a universe?"
voice tender/ steady
=the way he reads letters at fan events
kneels carefully
avoiding the creaky floorboard
cradles your wrists
test between your joined hands
presses his lips to your temple
"However this goes... we’ll learn from it together."
🌿 Initial Reaction
Panic
spends the first night cross-referencing parenting books with peer-reviewed studies
highlighter in hand
scribbling notes in the margins of "The Hidden Life of Trees"
at 2 a.m. muttering about "epigenetic influences" and "sustainable bamboo diapers"
"Wait, prenatal sound exposure... should we play Debussy or traditional gugak?"
knocks over his bonsai while pacing
frets about "fetal stress responses"
creates a shared Google Drive titled "Project Sprout" before sunrise
Hidden Excitement
find him sketching a willow tree in his journal the next morning
branch roots morphing into tiny hands in the margins
you peek?
he slams it shut, cheeks pink
"Just... analyzing Fibonacci sequences in lotus pods."
later catches himself buying a single onesie
"For... a friend’s cousin!"
pattern: Van Gogh’s Starry Night with embroidered honeybees
you find the receipt tucked in his Walden pocket edition
"Fine. It’s… symbolic. Growth, y’know? Like haewon."
🌱 Worries
Fatherhood Fears
confesses at 2 a.m. over barley tea
steam curling like his restless thoughts
voice quiet
quoting Rilke:
“Sometimes a man stands up during supper…”
trails off
fingers tracing the rim of his chipped moon-phase mug
“What if I… overwater them? Like my first bonsai.”
you find his journal open to a sketch of a tree split down the middle
one side labeled “Logic/Structure”
the other “Love/Chaos”
underlined in his blocky handwriting:
“Can I be both roots and sunlight?”
finds him rereading Braiding Sweetgrass at dawn
circled passage:
“Parenting is an act of reciprocity with the future.”
Idol Life Stress
creates a Venn diagram titled “Cosmic Balance” during a flight
= Group Promotions | Prenatal Yoga | UNESCO Speech Drafts
mutters to his manager
“Can we route the Europe tour through Denmark?
Their parental leave policies could optimize…”
stares too long at ultrasound photos during Soundcheck
Jin catches him whispering to the grainy image
“Appa’s figuring it out. Like… how galaxies parent stars.”
forgets lyrics to Moonchild mid-concert
= first time ever
writes emails about “hologram tech for bedtime stories”
🌾 What He Does (Early Days)
Spoiling You
builds a custom "nest" in the sunniest corner of the house (and in his studio if you hang there)
hand-knotted hammock
handpicked field guides
"For our future botanist"
stocks the pantry with your cravings
hides your newfound aversions behind his kombucha SCOBY jars
leaves Post-its on the bathroom mirror:
"Remember: You’re already somebody’s ecosystem."
Overprepared
creates a bullet journal titled "Project Sprout: Phase One"
includes alerts like: ”3 PM: Hydrate (Y/N) + Water Ferns”*, ”7 PM: Debate Middle Names - Plato vs. Haneul?”, ”9:30 PM: Mandatory ‘The Martian’ Rewatch (Stress Relief)”
Hidden Romanticism
catches him playing "uhgood" on a tiny danso flute to your belly
"Early auditory exposure to heritage is… scientifically valid."
secretly starts a lullaby playlist titled "For When the Universe Feels Heavy"
= curated mix of BTS instrumentals, rain sounds, and Maya Angelou recitations
forges a crib mobile from recycled mic parts and Hanji paper
each star inscribed with lines from his unpublished poems/lyrics:
"You, who will outlive all my words / Forgive me if I borrow the moon to explain your fingers."
🌌 Telling BTS
waits until the 12-week mark
citing "cosmic alignment"
hosts a "philosophy night" dinner
under the guise of discussing "existential metaphors in post-modern art"
sets the table with pressed flowers from his hikes and a centerpiece of his half-sculpted clay "symbol of life" (it’s a lopsided orb)
hides ultrasound printouts
inside Rilke poetry books
passes them out as "thought-provoking reading material"
Jungkook squints at the grainy image tucked between "Letters to a Young Poet"
"Hyung, is this… ? I see a baby... holding a galaxy?"
clears his throat
adjusting his glasses like a professor
"Actually, we’re… collaborating on a new project."
plays the heartbeat recording layered over his "SoundCloud experiment"
mix of bamboo flute harmonies and his whispered sijo poem:
"Even the moon was once small / cupped in the sky’s dark palms..."
Reactions:
Jin
spills his makgeolli
laughing through half-tears
"Kim Namjoon, father?! Aigoo, the diapers’ll have PhDs!"
instantly Googles "baby-safe kimchi recipes"
"Important they respect fermentation science early."
Jungkook
silent for three full seconds
then leaps up, shaking Namjoon’s shoulders
"HYUNG. I’LL TEACH THEM HOW TO RIDE BIKES AND WRITE SONNETS!"
pauses, panicked
"Wait..which comes first?!"
Yoongi
nods slowly
eyes glinting
"Took you long enough."
slides a USB across the table
labeled "MixTape: Lullabies for Future Anarchists"
he already knew somehow, but kept silent
later, texts Namjoon
"You’ll suck less than you think."
Jimin
cradles your face
tearfully stern
"Uncle privileges include weekly dance lessons. Prenatal starts now."
demonstrates a "womb-friendly" body roll to Butter
Taehyung
holds the ultrasound to the lamplight
absolutely awed
"It’s abstract… like a Banksy!"
starts crooning Winter Bear to your belly
Hobi
immediately FaceTimes his mom for "emergency parenting tips" (as if it's his baby)
restructures your living room into a "positive vibes zone" with feng shui precision
jokes, lots of jokes
"First word has to be ‘J-Hooooope!’ Right? Right?"
Namjoon
tries to quote Kierkegaard on "the leap of faith"
voice cracks
collapses into silent tears when Jin speaks:
"Our leader’s leading a new squad."
later whispers to your belly
"You’ll have seven hearts before you even breathe."
Bonus
Group Chat Name: "The Epigenetics Committee"
Jin changes it to "Tiny Supreme Leader Support Squad"
Yoongi’s Gift
onesie printed with "I Survived Daechwita and All I Got Was This Sleep Deprivation"
Namjoon’s Realization
finds Jungkook asleep on your couch
he's asking you questions about pregnancy
Najoon cries again
posts on Weverse: "Love is a circular equation."
🌳 Telling His Family
visits Ilsan with a hand-painted onesie reading “Future Curator of Nature”
stuffed into a tote bag alongside his childhood pressed-flower collection
his sister answers the door
eyes darting to your bump
“Oppa. You didn’t… Oh my god.”
crushes you both in a hug
then sprints inside yelling (irony)
“Eomma! Appa! Namjoon finally did something cool!”
His Mom
emerges with a wooden spoon
freezes mid-scold about his “city-dust aura”
clasps her hands over her mouth
“Aigoo, my little mundungi…”
ushers you to the ondol floor
already reheating miyeok-guk
“You’re glowing! But Joon-ah...”
pokes his bicep
“Are you meditating enough? Stress wrinkles age the baby’s aura.”
His Dad
nods stoically over tea
adjusts his reading glasses to study the ultrasound
clears his throat
presses a worn copy of Walden into Namjoon’s hands
margins filled with his own fatherly notes from ’93/94:
“Page 72: Joon cried here. Ask why.”
His Sister
drags you to his childhood bedroom
walls still plastered with dinosaur charts
“Here’s where he cried because T-rexes couldn’t hug properly.”
he was four
slides you a secret USB
“Namjoon’s 2008 Poetry... So Emo It’s Art, also blackmail material for when he’s being too philosopher-dad.”
Hidden Detail
in his old desk, finds a 3rd-grade “Nature Journal”
scribbled theories on “Why Rainbows Belong to Snails”
tucked between pages: a cicada shell labeled “First Heartbreak”
slips it into his bag
later placing it in the nursery
“Proof even confusion can molt into something beautiful.”
The Drive Home
his mom chases the car with a crate of homegrown ssuk and perilla leaves
“Boil the roots! It’ll make the baby’s cry less!”
sister texts: [Attachment: Namjoon age 7, sobbing into a melted ice cream]
🌿 Daily Life
Routine & Rituals
6:03 AM
wakes before dawn to simmer doenjang-jjigae with organic soybeans and kale (he's really trying, and it's not ending in a catastrophe)
leaves notes in calligraphy
“Nourishment is resistance — eat or I’ll recite Hegelian dialectics at you.”
adds doodles of scowling Brussels sprouts and a tiny Plato holding a fork
Post-Lunch Meditation
guides you through “forest bath” visualizations in your living room jungle
“Imagine your lungs as maple seeds… no, gently, you menace.”
his palms are warm and steady
pressing into your shoulders
“The iliac crest isn’t a metaphor, but today? Let’s pretend it is.”
Idol-Life Adjustments
converts his studio bookshelf into a “Zen Den”
matcha packets, lavender sachets, vintage Newton’s cradle for “stress diffusion”
texts PDogg:
“Postpone the feature... I’m optimizing circadian rhythms for two.”
secretly puts a prenatal Pilates ball in his studio
Chores
Laundry Wars
debates Jungkook over eco-detergent pH levels in the group chat
“Lavender is a neurotoxin to fetuses! Cite: Environmental Health Perspectives, 2019!”
Jungkook retaliates
“Hyung, your armpits are the real neurotoxin.”
(tho forget abpout this, I read about Dysfunction of the ABCCII gene, means asian sweat doesn't smell - god, I wish)
Culinary Experiments
attempts kimchi-jjigae
burns the first batch
blames “overzealous thermodynamic exchange”
his mom texts you her recipe with a note to Joon
“Stop intellectualizing the soup.”
Idol Life Impact
skips award show after-parties to chart the moon phases on your belly
writes lullabies sampling Whitman’s “Leaves of Grass” over Moonchild instrumentals
practices babywearing with a handwoven hemp sling
“Ergonomic and a statement against fast fashion.”
Quiet Moments
4:33 AM Playlist Crafting
curates “Symbiosis: A Prelude”
= blend of bird migration recordings
RM’s trivia: love ad-libs + Yoongi’s Seesaw humming
hidden track: a poem he whispers to your belly nightly
“You are the first universe that ever knew me from the inside.”
Voice Memos
records The Alchemist chapters in English and Korean
apologizes to the bump after mispronouncing
“Forgive me... Appa’s still learning how to hold multiple worlds at once.”
Hidden Clumsiness
knocks over your Himalayan salt lamp (again)
while demonstrating “kangaroo care”
uses the debris to create a mosaic titled “Fragmented Enlightenment”
you find it later in the nursery
labeled “Lesson One: Beauty in Imperfection”
🌏 Public Announcement
Lead-Up
Media Lockdown
hires an eco-conscious cybersecurity firm to "reforest your digital footprint"
code name: "Project Photosynthesis"
after Taehyung’s slip: "They’re our little sapling!"
convinces Big Hit to issue a statement about "protecting nascent ecosystems"
ARMY thinks it’s climate activism
ARMY Hints
wears a hand-carved gat (traditional hat) during a live
etched with "세상에서 가장 작은 별" (The World’s Tiniest Star)
ARMY deciphers it as a reference to his lyrics
trends #TinyConstellation
he “accidentally” leaves his journal open during a live
revealing a sketch of a tree root cradling a star
Reveal
three months postpartum
posts a watercolor painting on Weverse
his hand holding a seedling
roots entwined with his veins
caption:
"ARMY, you taught me that growth is a dialogue between light and shadow. Now, I’ve been entrusted with a new dialect; the first breath of a forest I’ll never fully understand. Walk softly with us as we learn to whisper."
attaches a voice memo
= rain sounds, his spoken-word poem
"Dear Meteors Who Choose to Root"
ends with the baby’s coo harmonizing with a nightingale recording (Ilsan, 4:33 AM)
Aftermath
ARMY Reactions
trends #RootedInRM for 94 hours
ARMY plants 814,000 trees globally via "Kim Namjoon Forest Initiative"
donates $1.2M to UNESCO literacy programs "for futures untranslated"
Paparazzi Countermeasures
collaborates with a law firm to draft South Korea’s first "Right to Grow" digital privacy act
releases an anonymous ambient track
"Lens Crack Symphony"
= field recordings of shuttering cameras dissolving into wind chimes
hosts a guerilla art exhibit
= blurred baby photos pixelated into Van Gogh’s Starry Night
titled "The Distance Between Love and Light"
Hidden Details
Journal Leak
later reveals the seedling painting used persimmon dye from his mom’s garden
Voice Memo Easter Egg
the nightingale recording is from his childhood Ilsan backyard
Law Impact
tabloid stalker photos drop 92%
paparazzi begin calling him "The Unphotographable"
🌱 When You Panic
Trigger
overhears a podcast debating "Nature vs. Nurture in Epigenetic Trauma" while sculpting clay in his studio
phrase like "generational echoes" lodges in his ribs like a splinter
clay cracks under his grip
shattering into jagged moons
Calm Facade, Storm Inside
finds you trembling after a nightmare
your hands clutching a parenting forum thread
cups your face
thumbs tracing the arc of your cheekbones like comet trails
voice steady but eyes galaxies-wide
"Even the oldest trees survived their first lightning strike. We’ll be the soil that grounds the burn."
Secret Meltdowns
sneaks to the balcony at 3 AM
recording a voice memo choked with static
"What if I… overcompensate? Love them too fiercely? Turn into Icarus’ sun?"
sends it to his therapist
texts you:
"Found this study on parental resilience . Want to co-author a rebuttal?"
Acts of Service
brews yuzu tea in his chipped moon-phase mug
one from your first museum date
"Emergency aesthetic intervention required."
dumps two baby socks on your lap
one printed with Kant’s Categorical Imperative
the other with "Ask Me About My Carbon Footprint".
"Which one says ‘I’m fiscally responsible but fun at parties’?"
Idol-Life Impact
skips a UN panel on sustainability
citing "an urgent planetary realignment."
spends the day building a "sensory sanctuary"
hanging felt clouds, wind chimes tuned to Spring Day’s key
writes a 12-page letter to the baby instead of his keynote speech
"You’ll inherit a world I’ve criticized but still believe in. Forgive me for both."
Hidden Resilience
you find his studio desk littered with failed haiku
"My love is a net / Too many holes, too much sky / Catch nothing but light."
beside it, a single completed verse pinned under a geode
"You will know me / Not by the scars I hid / But the bridges I couldn’t stop building."
🌧️ If Something Goes Wrong (+ Loss)
Hospital Vigils
stands sentinel by your bed
reciting Mary Oliver poems to your IV drip
“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious...”
his voice fractures
bathes your wrists with rosewater from his mother’s garden
hands shaking
“In another universe, we’re still whole. Let’s… let’s borrow from there tonight.”
Guilt/Aftermath
spirals into annotating every parenting book with “Where did I fail?” in crimson ink
you find him at dawn
knee-deep in the backyard pond
he's planting lotus seeds “for unbloomed futures”
studio becomes a shrine of half-scribbled equations
Grief = (Regret x Time) ÷ Unsaid Words
“(Unsung Verse)”
composed at 4:33 AM on a detuned hotel piano during monsoon season
no lyrics
just the hum of rain against glass
single sustained G minor
files it under “Metamorphosis_Data”
encrypts it with a password even he forgets
Post Loss
cancels his Bottega collab/shoot
citing “a necessary erosion”
ARMY trends #StandWithRM
funding a forest reserve in Ilsan named “Seeds Grove.”
he visits
hangs a wind chime from a persimmon tree
“You would’ve loved the sound of rain here.”
Support System
Jin drags him to a pottery studio
slams clay onto a wheel
“Sculpt something that can’t be quantified.”
they sit until dawn
molding silent vases for flowers that never arrive
Jungkook leaves a bonsai sapling on your porch
“It’s okay if it wilts. We’ll grow it again.”
Namjoon keeps it alive
“See? We’re still learning.”
Yoongi mails a USB labeled “For When Words Are Too Loud”
ambient tracks layered with Namjoon’s old laugh from 2014
Bonus
five years later, during his TED Talk on “The Ecology of Loss”
soft G minor chord seeps into his mic
his toddler "Haewon" toddles backstage
he freezes
“Apologies. My heart’s just… recalibrating its orbit.”
🌌 Gender Reveal
Reaction
ultrasound tech smiles
“Looks like a girl!”
Namjoon’s breath hitches
eyes pooling with constellations
“A daughter… She’ll rewrite every star.”
buys a sapling from the DMZ forest to plant in her name
“So she’ll always know where resilience grows.”
tech corrects
“Wait, no! ...it’s a boy!”
freezes
then grins like he’s solved the universe’s riddle
“A son? Then we’ll learn gravity anew.”
orders a hand-bound journal titled “Hypotheses on Joy” to fill with their future questions
Late-Night Promises
whispers to your belly while sketching the moon’s craters
“You’ll carve your own orbit. Be sculptor or storm. I’ll be your compass, never your cage.”
plays a mixtape of rainfall
“Rhythm isn’t in blood; it’s in the spaces between heartbeats.”
Hidden Rebellion
declines all gender-reveal sponsorships
donates the offers to a nonbinary youth arts fund
tweets a snippet of Audre Lorde’s “There is no hierarchy of oppression”
caption:
“Hierarchies are human-made. My child is a natural phenomenon.”
🌱 Labor & Delivery
Prep
packs a hospital bag weeks early
includes: hand-knit hemp blanket
worn copy of “The Prophet” for whispered readings
portable mini bonsai
“For biophilic stress reduction”
memorizes your birth plan like a thesis defense
color-coded tabs
debates delayed cord clamping using Harvard studies
defers when you snap mid-contraction
“Trust the forest to know its roots.”
During Labor
channels his lyrics count breaths
“Inhale… four… seven… exhale...”
fidgets in his pocket
reciting Rumi under his breath
when contractions peak, he presses his forehead to yours
voice cracking
“You’re the Big Bang happening again. Let it… let it supernova.”
white-knuckles the bedrail
snaps it twice
First Hold
cuts the cord with tears in his eyes
hands steady but soul trembling
cradles the baby like a relic
awe-struck
speechless (for once)
“You… you’re the poem I could never finish.”
Jungkook finds him at dawn
sketching the baby’s hand in his journal
“Proof that softness can reshape calluses.”
Hidden Moments
Panic Peak
flees to the hospital garden
sobbing into his sleeves
returns with acorn seeds to plant in the baby’s name
BTS Support
Taehyung paints a watercolor of the birth chart stars
Jimin choreographs a “welcome dance” with hospital socks
Lockscreen Lore
photo of the baby
captioned “My First Co-Author”
🌍 Idol Life Challenges
Touring Adjustments
negotiates "modular tour schedules"
two-week blocks with carbon-neutral travel offsets
publishes a Weverse series: "Parenthood in 7 Languages"
= from hotel lobbies, baby strapped to his chest in a hanbok-style sling
FaceTimes you whenever he isn't there
"Tell them Appa’s dismantling patriarchal systems and mastering bottle sterilization."
Backstage Innovations
designs a "Portable Ecosystem" bassinet
= soundproof, air-purified, with a mini-library of global folktales
staff catch him debating naptime schedules with his manager
"Melatonin cycles vs. timezone optimization… we need a third axis for emotional bandwidth."
producers receive track notes like:
"Bridge too jarring... Babys stress spiked during playback. Revise."
Privacy Protocols (after birth)
codename: "Project Metamorphosis" (BTS group chat) + "Symbiosis" (public filings)
threatens paparazzi with "a TED Talk on the ethics of voyeurism" instead of diss tracks
updates IG bio: "Curator of small wonders."
archives old posts
replacing them with abstract clay sculptures titled "The Weight of New Gravity."
BTS Support System
Jin’s Uncle Duties
hosts Kimchi nights
teaches the baby to grip cabbage while lecturing on Kantian ethics
"Ethics are like fermentation... both require patience and good bacteria."
Hobi’s Playdates
creates "Microbeat Workshops"
tiny tambourines
sock-covered maracas
films a tutorial
"Dancing Through Sleep Deprivation: A 7-Step Guide to Joyful Survival."
Yoongi’s Stealth Care
slides a USB into Namjoon’s studio
"Parenting Lo-fi: 24/7 Lullaby Beats to Overthink To."
secretly buys noise-cancelling headphones sized for infants
"For when Bangtan’s chaos is too iconic."
Taehyung’s Art Therapy
paints the nursery ceiling like the Van Gogh Museum
replaces stars with ARMY bombs
"Aesthetic and culturally relevant. Teach them young."
Jungkook’s Training
leaves a mini "Future Golden Maknae" workout plan
"0-3 mos: Grip strength (finger holds) 4-6 mos: Core stability (tummy time to Dynamite BPM)"
Hidden Stress Tells
over-researches "infant sleep regression in multilingual households" at 3 AM (as if their was a serious coreelation)
wears mismatched socks during diaper crises
quotes Thoreau during meltdowns
"Simplify, simplify… but how, Henry?!
🌿 Bonus Headcanons
family dog in 3...2...1...
Nicknames/Nonsense
calls the baby “Haewon” (sun and garden) as a placeholder
“It’s just… phonetically efficient!”
secretly tests names via Scrabble tiles
arranging letters into constellations
when they cling to his leg during a Live, he dubs them
“For their relentless grip on my existential crises.”
Late Nights
falls asleep annotating “The Art of Parenting in a Climate Crisis”
margin notes:
“How to explain melting glaciers to a toddler? Start with snow cones.”
bookmarks tabs: “Raising Anti-Capitalist Kids in a Late-Stage World” and “Is My Guilt Biodegradable?”
First Studio Visit
lets them “remix” his track by banging a wooden spoon on his awards
samples the chaos into an interlude called “Symbiosis: Noise & Nuance.”
plays it during a UNICEF speech
“This is the sound of hope refusing to be tempo-locked.”
Hidden Sentimentality
writes their milestones in the margins of his Walden copy
”First steps: 10/7. Proof that wilderness walks are innate.”
teaches them to say “Annyeonghaseyo” to his bonsai collection
“Respect all roots, human or not.”
secretly saves their crayon scribbles as NFT art titled “Post-Human Abstract Expressionism.”
note [06/05/25] : he wouldn't, I was not aware of the environmental impact of NFT's when writing this. I have to thank the person asking me about this in this NFT REQUEST
[damn this took me soooo long, but can I borrow him? for a week? pls... bc my so called father is buying milk since 2002]
— you suppose even a man like him isn’t safe from the clutches of envy
In which, your boyfriend, in spite of who he is, lets the green-eyed devil on his shoulder get the best of him.
Word Count: 2,733
Content/s: established relationship rawr, fluff, drama, angst, jealousy jealousy, red flags, possessive behavior, subtle gaslighting??, guns and thoughts of murder (mafia shit), suggestive themes lmao (spicier than the last one ayee), Mafia AU
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A/N: I finally got around to finishing this!! I was feeling too soft to write the angst that my best friend encouraged me to write lmao buT i did decide to write this one mostly on their POV than (Y/N)s so there’d be more emphasis on their jealousy ASJSJSJ hope y’all enjoyed!
KIM SEOKJIN
Kim Seokjin liked to think himself to be above jealousy, this you could tell well with his aura alone. Seokjin exudes confidence—he is confidence personified himself. He had money, power, and a beautiful woman by his side, he told you once, what else would he be jealous of?
summary: missing sex while being stuck in your apartment with your two roommates during quarantine is being the worst nightmare you could've imagined. fortunately, you're not the only one who's touch starved.
warnings: sexual tension, getting caught during sex, voyeurism, edging, dirty talk, protected and unprotected sex (pls be safe y'all), creampie, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms (f receiving), cum eating, finger sucking, hair pulling, praising, begging, reader gets called a whore once, a little yoongi x jungkook 👀.
wordcount: 6k
note: okay... i don't know where this came from like i didn't even know i had all of this in me 🧍🏻♀️ i kept gasping at my own writing, i think i got too carried away haha i just hope you like it. also pls keep in mind english is noth my first language !! let's go !
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yoongi has been in his room all afternoon, something about working on a new track, and jungkook is currently taking a shower so you have the living room for yourself, some old sitcom playing on the background but you're paying more attention to your phone. that's until you hear footsteps coming into the living room from the corridor.
"hey, loser." jungkook greets you as he ruffles his damp hair from the shower with his hands.
you hate yourself for pausing to look at his toned body, the fucker walked out of the bathroom shirtless. you blame it on your lack of sex.
"what are you watching?" he doesn't seem to notice or care about you looking at his abs, his eyes narrowed towards the tv while he puts on the shirt he was grabbing.
"i'm not really watching anything... you can play whatever you want." you try to act unbothered when he decides to grab both of your legs and raise them a little to sit on the couch to then let them fall on his lap, letting you stay lying down. his warm hands on your bare legs make you get goosebumps and you pray he doesn't notice.
what the hell is happening to you? get it together, it's just jungkook.
"wanna watch a movie?" jungkook looks at you and starts to run his fingertips through your legs in a soothing way. you're gonna go crazy over how nice it feels after being touch starved for so long.
"sure." you shrug, trying to focus on your twitter timeline and not on his hands caressing your legs.
one of his hands moves away from your legs to grab the remote on the armrest of the couch and soon after he's opening the netflix app on the tv. you turn your head to look at him when you feel his free hand starting to caress your skin again while he looks through the movies catalog. he's not looking at you so you take the opportunity to really look at his hand.
the inked hand looks strangely nice against your pale skin. his hands are actually really nice, they're big too, you wonder how they would feel–
"anything in mind?" his voice thanfully brings you back to reality and you panic, quickly looking up at his face. he's still not looking at you.
it's impossible he knows you were staring at him, right?
"what?" you mutter with wide eyes and he finally throws you a quick glance before looking back at the tv.
"any movie you'd like to watch?"
oh.
"uh... i don't really have any in mind, you can play what you want."
"sure there's not any cheesy romantic movie you want to watch?" he's teasing you now. it's not the first time he's complained about you always watching romantic movies.
"shut up, i know you like them too," and he does. you've caught him tearing up that time you watched the notebook together. "just play something already."
"i don't know what to play, though." he keeps scrolling through all of the movies.
"okay. keep scrolling and close your eyes, stop whenever you want to and open your eyes. we'll watch that." you propose and he narrows his eyes as if he's thinking about it but ends up nodding. "close your eyes then."
you see him closing his eyes and hear the sound of the scrolling on the tv so you keep staring at him in case he cheats.
"that one." jungkook stops and opens his eyes just at the same time you turn to the tv.
"i don't know that one." you mutter after reading the title.
"a romantic one, you won." he teases again while he silently reads the synopsis and you sigh, rolling your eyes back.
"c'mon, play it."
you're pleased when the movie turns out to be kinda good. it's just another really cliché romantic story but you love movies like that. jungkook is enjoying it too even though he tries to act it out. you smile each time he makes a comment about the movie, he can never shut up when watching something.
"stuff like that doesn't happen in real life." he says and you let out a chuckle.
"it's a movie, kook." tou reply and try not to think about his hands still caressing your legs. it's been like that during all the movie, maybe he hasn't even noticed he's still doing it.
it's nothing new that jungkook is a really touchy person, he's always been touchy with you and even with yoongi, he likes to cuddle, likes to touch your hair. but this time it feels so different because of the lack of touch you've been having. it is so embarrassing to admit how nice his hands feel on you.
never in two years living with him would you have imagined jungkook could be quiet during a movie until a sex scene comes up. he suddenly goes quiet. his hand stops moving.
it's awkward. it's always awkward to watch a sex scene with someone else. if you were watching the movie with your best friend it would be totally different, but this is jungkook, your roommate, your roommate you don't have any type of relationship outside this apartment.
you feel tense, your whole body feels tense, and you pray that he doesn't notice. but you flinch when his hand squeezes your thigh a little too hard.
"oh shit, sorry." he apologizes quickly with a chuckle that seems way too forced.
good, you're both tense and awkward.
"don't worry." you reply just as quickly and he nods before turning back to the tv. he looks so focused on the movie, like he's holding his breath. you only realize you've been staring when he looks back at you.
"you okay?" jungkook is looking at you with a soft smile but also with something in his eyes you've never really seen on him.
"y-yeah," you wanna punch yourself in the face for stuttering but manage to move your legs off his lap to stand up from the couch. "i need something to drink, you keep watching the movie." your bare feet are already guiding you to the kitchen when you hear him humming.
maybe you end up spending too much time in the kitchen. you chug down a glass of water as soon as you get there but when you're finished you leave the glass on the sink and then you lean back on the isle, taking a deep breath and trying to calm down.
you hate how you can still feel jungkook's touch on your legs, how he looked so immersed in the movie, how you can't stop thinking about him squeezing a little too hard when the girl in the movie let out a loud moan, how his gaze was so dark when he looked at you, how you needed to feel his hands on you again.
god, you really need to have sex.
the door creaking open makes you snap out of your thoughts and look up. you quickly straighten up and clear your throat. jungkook is right there by the door looking at you.
"hey," he says nonchalantly and walks to the fridge. "you okay?" his voice is quiet as he grabs the bottle of orange juice.
"yeah! perfectly fine." you nod while he takes a sip of the juice.
he hums and closes the bottle. "you were taking too long, you're gonna miss the rest of the movie."
"yeah, i-"
"i'm not dumb, y/n. you can say you were uncomfortable because of the movie." he chuckles and you feel so stupid.
"no! i wasn't uncomfortable.. it's just- i-" you struggle to find the words and just feel even more stupid
"what is it?" he arches an eyebrow and walks to stand next to you, leaning back against the kitchen isle too.
"i just... fuck, i need to have sex." you snap and run your hands through your hair in frustration. "i'm gonna go crazy if i have to stay inside this house one more fucking day. i haven't had sex in three months."
"we've been quarantined for a month." jungkook points out looking at you with narrowed eyes like he's about to say something else.
"i know, shut up." you stop him before he dares to tease you for it.
"i get it." he says after a few seconds in silence and now you're the one frowning and looking at him.
"huh?"
"i need to have sex too."
oh.
"i get your frustration, sometimes i feel like i'm gonna go crazy too." he looks forward, avoiding your stare.
"oh yeah, i'm sure you're not used to not having a girl bouncing on your dick every single night." the comment was meant to tease him but you just end up feeling your heart start beating too fast at the thought of bouncing on a dick too.
you place your hands on the isle right behind your back and jump a little to sit on top of it, hissing a little because of the cold surface on your exposed thighs.
"hey, it wasn't like that before quarantine!" jungkook whines and pouts like a child and it causes a chuckle to escape your lips. "i wish, though."
"you're gross."
"as if you didn't want to bounce on a dick every single night." he looks at you with an arched eyebrow and a little smirk.
a weird feeling between your legs makes you close them instantly and you swear you can see jungkook looking down really quick before turning and walking back to the fridge to leave the juice bottle back in. when he turns around again you have to fight back a gasp at the sight of the tent he has on his sweatpants. jungkook is hard.
it's embarrasing how bad you need some dick now, it really is, but you look down and close your legs even tighter.
"i should... go to sleep, it's kinda late." you mutter and as soon as you're gonna hop off the counter there's a hand right next to your thigh on the counter.
"wait." jungkook says and you have to look up, he's standing right in front of you.
"yeah?" your voice is just as quiet as before.
"did you get worked up watching the movie?" he asks with a little knowing smile and you want to die from embarrassment.
"no!" you lie, pushing him back a little. "i didn't." you shake your head but he only chuckles, your head is lowering down again.
"it's okay, y/n." his hand brushes against your exposed thigh from where it's placed on the counter and you shiver.
"i didn't." you insist even though you know you're being so fucking obvious.
"open your legs."
a whine escapes your lips at the simple words and you're so embarrassed you wanna die, your face feels so hot.
"jungkook..." you don't want to look up at him but he just moves even closer.
"i know," he coos like he's sorry for you. and it is hot. "it's been so long since someone has talked to you like this, right?"
you just hum in response and shiver again when he pushes one of your strands of hair behind your ear.
"you need someone to take care of you, right?" he purrs, his lips softly brushing against your ear.
"fuck." you sigh and finally look up. "jungkook."
"you need it just as much as me." he says looking right into your eyes. "if you let me..."
"please."
you can't even think straight anymore.
"please, what?"
you don't answer, just spread your legs. he closes his eyes and exhales through his nose.
"y/n."
"please, touch me." you don't think you've ever heard your voice come out so whiny but jungkook seems to like it because he's immediately taking the last step forward he can take and gets between your thighs, placing his hands on your thighs.
"say that again." he says, looking down at your lips.
"touch me." you don't even think about it, because that would probably fuck everything up. it's better this way.
jungkook looks down between your bodies and one of his hands goes up your thigh until it reaches the fabric of your shorts, then it goes up to the elastic waistband. you keep your eyes on his face while he slips his hand under your shorts and finds the wet patch in your panties with his fingers. the groan that leaves his lips when he gets to feel how wet you are is louder than the moan you let out at the same time.
"holy fuck, you're so wet." his fingers start moving slowly against your clothed folds.
"fuck, kook." you sigh and move your hips even closer to him, trying to chase the feeling of his fingers on you.
"mhh... i know," jungkook coos again and you know you're gonna go crazy if he keeps taking to you like that. "feels good, right?" he hums and you're about to respond when he pushes your panties to the side and really touches you.
"fuck." you throw your head back as he runs his fingers through your wet folds.
"god, you're dripping. making a mess down here." jungkook groans and looks up at you. you must be a blushing mess already, your cheeks are burning and you literally feel lightheaded even if you haven't even done anything yet. "please, let me kiss you." he almost begs and you suddenly feel like you're gonna melt right on that counter.
before he can ask again you're throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him into a desperate kiss. you don't know if you're really fucking turned on or if he's just a really good kisser but you melt into the kiss. jungkook swallows the moans that escape your lips when he slips a finger inside so easily and starts fucking you with it.
"kook..." you moan against his lips. it feels so good to be touched again that your legs are already shaking.
"pretty." jungkook says and starts moving down, leaving a couple kisses on your jaw before kissing and sucking on your neck.
"jungkook- fuck." you sigh, tugging at his hair desperately. "seriously, it's been... it's been so long."
"i know." jungkook hums against your neck and sucks a mark on it as he adds another finger inside you.
"feels so good." you moan and a little squeak slips out of your mouth when he curls his fingers inside of you and finds that sweet spot. "it's so... fuck, it's so soon but i'm gonna cum, kook." you don't even have the mind to be embarrassed about it. it feels too good.
but jungkook suddenly stops kissing your neck and pulls back completely, his hand moving away from inside your pants. the complain about to slip out of your mouth dies in your throat when you see him sucking on his fingers and groaning.
"fuck, so sweet."
you're gonna go crazy.
"your feet on the ground, and turn around." he orders and you're so desperate you obey right away, jumping from the counter and turning around to give him your back. "you need to tell me if you really want this because it's gonna be easier to just stop now." one of his hands finds your waist and he pulls you against his body, you moan at the feeling of his clothed hard dick against your ass.
"yes, fuck, yes please." you breathe out and feel his hands on the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down immediately along with your panties. "wait, wait."
"mh?"
"yoongi, he's home." you mentally applaud your brain for being rational enough to remember you're not alone in the house.
"he doesn't leave his room for hours, don't worry about." he shrugs and you can see him pulling his sweatpants down.
"but- ah!" you whine when he pushes one of your feet further to the side so your legs spread a little more. "jungkook..." you want to insist on the fact that you're not alone but his fingers find your pussy again.
"you're fucking dripping." he sighs and easily slips two fingers inside, making you put your hand on your mouth not to be loud. "fuck, so tight."
you can't help but bend down on the counter, pushing your ass towards him to chase his fingers. jungkook straight up moans at the sight.
"please, need you inside." you whimper when he adds a third finger and starts fucking you with them at a pace that drives you crazy.
"what was that?" he asks and moves even faster. the fucker is teasing you.
"kook, need you to fuck me."
he doesn't seem to think about it twice before he reaches for one of the kitchen drawers where a box of condoms is hidden and takes one out. you can notice he's trying to hold himself back and take his time with you but he's just as eager as you, so he can't slow down now.
"you sure about this, right?" he asks. you're looking at him over your shoulder as he rolls the condom down his cock.
"i'm fucking dripping, kook. of course i'm sure." you're starting to get anxious, you wiggle your ass just to let him know you're ready for him.
a little sigh leaves your mouth when jungkook rubs his tip against your folds, just when you think he's about to slip inside he just rubs it again.
"fucking tease." you mutter with your cheek pressed against the cold surface of the counter. "just fuck m- oh!" you can't help the moan that leaves your mouth when he slips inside all the way.
"shit, so tight." jungkook hisses behind you and you whine, your walls clenching so hard around him. his hands grip on your hips so hard you're sure it's gonna leave a mark.
"it's been.. too long- fuck." you remind him as he pulls back a little just to thrust inside again.
"yeah, me too, i'm not gonna last." He warns and you almost giggle because at least you're both equally desperate.
"i don't care, just make me cum." you beg through a moan when he thrusts inside again.
"come here." one of his arms wraps around your waist and straightens you up so your back is arched against his chest, keeping you in place. you're both still wearing your shirts and your pants and underwear are just pooling by your ankles, so horny you didn't even waste time to get undressed.
"holy fuck!" you gasp when his thrusts hit a different way in the new angle and soon after, jungkook's hand is over your mouth.
"want every fucking neighbor to hear you?" he whispers against your ear and you feel your walls clenching around him again. "fuck, y/n, keep doing that and i'll cum in two seconds." his hand drops from your mouth to your neck, wrapping his fingers around it but not adding any pressure, just keeping you in place.
"so big." you whimper helplessly, your hands still flat on the counter because you feel like your legs could betray you right now. "you feel so fucking good."
you feel his hand closing a little around your neck and your eyes roll back at the feeling, he starts fucking you even faster. there are drops of sweat rolling down your forehead already but you don't care, not when you're finally having a cock inside of you. and god, he's fucking you good, so good that you don't feel embarrassed at how close you feel already.
"feels good?" jungkook hums and you can only whine in response. "fuck, your pussy is swallowing my cock, y/n, doesn't want me to leave." he groans and his thrusts are so hard that you're starting to see white dots. "you're so good, y/n."
"f-fuck... please, need... need to cum." you must sound pathetic right now but you can't bring yourself to care. "touch me, kook, make me cum."
his free hand is moving quickly, finding your clit again and rubbing fast circles that almost make you start crying.
"gonna cum, baby?" you feel his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers. the pet name makes you clench even harder around him. "wanna cum on my cock?" he sounds so gone too, you know he's close too. if you knew he was gonna fuck you this good you would've actually taken your time with him, but you let it pass for now because you're both needy and just need to get off.
"yeah." you unconsciously let out the most pornographic moan you've ever heard from yourself and jungkook start giving sloppy thrusts, you're both so close. "kook, i'm gonna cum." you manage to let out and right after your mouth can't even make sounds anymore.
"fuck, y/n."
you're so close. you're gonne cum. so fucking close.
but the door creaks open and you both freeze, not being able to contain your moans at the feeling of jungkook bottoming out once again.
"yoongi!" you scream at the boy standing by the door at the same time as jungkook screams 'hyung!'. you try your best to cover yourself by pulling your shirt down. jungkook's hand drops from your neck to rest on your waist.
"oh, don't stop." yoongi shrugs as if he's just caught you chopping vegetables.
"huh?" jungkook mutters behind you and you can feel it about to move away but you reach for his thigh with your hand to keep him there.
"kook, please." you don't know what got into you. you're so desperate to cum you don't even mind yoongi being there in front of you.
"see? she wants you to keep going." yoongi's voice is so calm as he slowly walks towards you, leaning back against the counter, just right next to where you both are.
you look down as your cheeks start burning and you clench around jungkook. why the hell are you getting turned on by being watched by your roommate while getting fucked by your other roommate?
"fuck, y/n." you know jungkook is hissing because you got impossibly tight around him and you can hear Yoongi's little chuckle. "you're just gonna stand there?" the younger asks his friend.
"i don't think she minds." yoongi replies and you can almost see the smug smile on his face even if you're staring at the counter.
"y/n?" jungkook mutters behind you but you don't answer. you're so close, so embarrassed and so turned on that you're scared your voice will come out in a pathetic whine.
"y/n," yoongi's deeper voice calls for you too but you don't reply either. "look at me, y/n," he speaks again and you bite your lip not to let out another moan because you're sure you're currently creaming jungkook's cock. "pull her hair so she looks at me, jungkook."
your breath hitches then the youngest does just as yoongi says and a moan finally escapes your throat as he tugs at your hair and brings your head up, turning it a little to the side so you can face the boy beside you. he's handling you as if you were a doll. and the second you lock eyes with yoongi you feel numb. his eyes are so dark, you've never really seen him looking at you like that. a little smirk grows on his face as he looks all over your face. you probably look a mess.
"do you want me to stay?" he asks with an unusual soft voice that makes your legs shake.
"hyung." jungkook says with a warning tone, his cock throbbing inside you. he needs to cum too.
"shut up," yoongi gives jungkook a quick look and turns to you again. "y/n?" the words don't even leave your mouth, you can't speak. "what? jungkookie was fucking you so good you can't even talk?" he speaks with a condescending tone, like he's sorry for you. you close your eyes as you clench around jungkook again.
"fuck, y/n." jungkook's free hand squeezes the flesh on your hip.
"keep fucking her, kook," yoongi finally says. "let's see if you can make her talk again."
jungkook doesn't need to be told twice because he lets go of your hair and starts moving again without even questioning him. your head stays in place for yoongi to see you but your eyes are still closed. you must be going crazy because you don't think you've ever felt this good during sex and it is just a quick fuck in the kitchen with your roommate while your other roommate looks at you.
after a specific thrust that hits just where you need it you arch your back until your head falls on jungkook's shoulder, you throw one of your arms behind you so you can reach jungkook's hair and keep him close. your fingers tangle with the soft locks while he fucks you at a brutal pace.
"right there, kook..." you moan.
"like that?" he whines, fucking whines, against your ear as he keeps thrusting against that sweet spot inside you and you nod frantically. one of his hands stays on the counter right next to yours and the other sneaks under your shirt and finally cups over one of your boobs, a groan hits your ear.
"s-sensitive.." you warn him but he squeezes your boob anyway. you cry out. you're so close again, so fucking close.
"stop." yoongi says and jungkook halts his movements immediately as if he was under his spell.
"fuck, yoongi." you choke on a moan. when you open your eyes you can see yoongi looking down at where your bodies meet, then he looks at jungkook.
"jungkook," yoongi says and jungkook hums in response. "you got tested when i did, you're clean." he tells him and then he looks at you. "are you clean? and on the pill?"
"yeah," you nod. "yes to both." you suddenly feel shy again. they both sigh at your answer and you gulp, watching yoongi turning to jungkook with an arched eyebrow.
"then why are you wearing a condom?" yoongi asks. and he's not wrong. you usually didn't risk it, you always use to have protected sex, but now that you see it like this you wonder why you didn't ask jungkook if he was clean from the start.
"hyung... i don't know if she-" jungkook mutters like he's not sure but you can clearly feel his cock twitching inside you.
"do you want him to wear the condom?" yoongi asks you, his voice still calm and his look unbothered.
"y/n, you don't have t-"
"take it off." you cut Jungkook off and yoongi smiles. you feel so nice after seeing his reaction that you wonder if you're doing this just to make him feel proud. it feels good.
"pull out, kookie," yoongi says and walks towards him, you turn your head to look back at them. jungkook obeys quickly, your walls squeezing him like you want to keep him inside. "good," yours and jungkook's breaths hitch when yoongi himself takes the condom off of his cock and goes to throw it on the trash. "you leaked a lot, damn." he say through a breathy chuckle when he comes back and decides to stand right behind jungkook.
"hyung."
"she must feel good, right?" yoongi is suddenly resting his chin on his shoulder and looking down. your eyes follow yoongi's and then roll back when you see yoongi's hand wrapping around jungkook's cock and slowly stroking him to spread the precum on his tip all over his length.
"fuck, hyung." the boy moans and your pussy throbs.
god, this is so fucking hot you could cum if they kept that going for a little longer. but yoongi drops his sticky hand and looks at you tilting his head and lightly raising his eyebrows.
"open your mouth." he says and you don't question him, just open your mouth and welcome two of his fingers inside.
you moan around them as you suck and swallow jungkook's taste off them while yoongi stares at your lips, his tongue licking the corner of his lips.
"clean my hand." his fingers drop from your mouth and you stick your tongue out, one of your hands wrapping around his wrist while you run your tongue all over his palm and fingers, cleaning jungkook off of him.
they're both looking at you like they want to eat you up and you feel so powerful yet you can feel your arousal dripping down your thighs by this point. yoongi drops his hand when you've cleaned it completely and then looks at jungkook.
"c'mon, kookie, fuck her now." he says really close to jungkook's ear and the younger obeys instantly, slipping inside you and groaning at the feeling. "good boy." yoongi chuckles as jungkook bottoms out.
"so good." you moan, already feeling the clear difference in having him inside with nothing in between. a whimper is forced out of your mouth when jungkook starts thrusting into you again.
"that feels good, right?" yoongi asks and moves to stand beside you again, to watch it all happen.
"mhm..." you moan. "please... jungkook- please."
"so pretty when you beg." yoongi puts his fingers under your chin to make you look at him. "such a pretty whore."
"oh my god!" your eyes roll back. you feel yourself just a second away from coming. "gonna cum... fuck..."
"yeah, i can fucking feel you." jungkook breathes out. "fuck." his thrusts become sloppy real fast. he's close too.
"jungkook..." you completely bend over the counter again because your arms can't support your weight anymore, your cheek gets smushed against the cold surface. "i'm- shit... i'm coming." you whimper.
"then cum." yoongi's voice is all you need to get there. a shocking wave of pleasure runs through your whole body while you clench hard around him.
"shit, so tight." jungkook mutters behind you and one of your weak arms reaches behind to grab at his thigh. "so close, y/n."
"please." your whole body is shaking with oversensitivity.
"want me to pull out?" jungkook asks.
"no... please," you beg. "come inside, baby." you cry out.
"c'mon jungkook, cum." yoongi says and that seems like enough for jungkook too, because you feel his throbbing cock releasing inside of you.
"fuck," jungkook mumbles. "y/n, come here." his hands are on your waist again.
"i can't." you let out a weak chuckle but jungkook is suddenly wrapping his arms around you and pulling you up.
"need to kiss you." he says and you immediately turn your head to find his lips. you kiss him slow, nothing like the kisses you shared before, and it feels good to kiss jungkook like that.
he's the one that breaks the kiss and when you try to chase his lips again he just chuckles and gives your hip a soft slap.
"kiss yoongi too." he whispers just at the same time as you feel a hand wrapping around your neck.
yoongi's lips are on yours as soon as you turn around. you hum through the kiss and bring one of your hands up to his cheek, tilting his head a little to deepen the kiss. he swallows your moan when jungkook's cock finally slips out of you and you feel his cum spilling out. yoongi breaks the kiss when jungkook mumbles something you can't really hear.
"shit..." you close your legs when you feel jungkook's cum spilling out and dripping down your thigh. "it's so messy."
"not for long," yoongi suddenly grabs you and brings you to the fridge, making you lean back against it as he drops to his knees in front of you. you stop breathing for a second. "i'm gonna clean you up."
"hyung," jungkook calls him as he puts on his sweatpants again. "you're gonna-"
"do you think this is my first time tasting cum?" yoongi throws him a quick glance and you swear you see jungkook blushing for a moment.
yoongi turns to you again and grabs one of your thighs, throwing it over his shoulder and diving in with no warning.
"yoongi, fuck!" you throw your head back as one of your hands goes to his hair. he hums against your pussy and laps at your entrance, from where jungkook's cum keeps spilling out.
"that's so fucking hot." jungkook sighs but you can't open your eyes to look at him, you keep them closed.
"yoongi, you're gonna- gonna make me cum again." you mumble, your only leg supporting you starting to shake but yoongi keeps you steady with one hand on your waist and the other on your thigh over his shoulder. and the warning that you're gonna cum only makes yoongi push you further to the edge, sucking on your clit and basically burying his face on your pussy like he's starving for you. "yoongi, oh my- fuck, oh my god!"
you don't know what to do with your hands anymore, one of them stays on his hair while the other ends on your mouth to try and stop the pathetic noises from coming out. though one hand is suddenly grabbing that arm and pulling it down.
it's yoongi. he detaches his mouth from you to say, "i wanna hear you." and suddenly slips two fingers inside you.
"sensitive..." you mumble, your legs shaking again and threatening to close even if yoongi's head is between them.
"gotta clean you well," yoongi says. "jungkookie had a big load for you, huh?" he chuckles again.
you've never heard something so hot in your entire life. jungkook must think the same because he groans somewhere in the kitchen, you don't see him because you're too busy holding yoongi's eye contact.
"you like me cleaning jungkookie off your pussy?" yoongi asks you and gives your clit another little lick as he fucks the cum out of you with his fingers. "dirty girl."
"please, yoongi."
"love hearing you say that." he smirks as he pulls his fingers out of you and brings them to his mouth, cleaning them with his tongue.
"hyung, jesus fucking christ." jungkook sighs while yoongi goes back to eating you out like he's wanted it for months.
"i'm gonna cum, yoongi- ah!" you throw your head back against the fridge again when yoongi sucks on your clit and starts fucking you with his fingers again. "oh, right there!" his fingers keep brushing against that sweet spot and you're sure you're gonna cum soon.
it doesn't take long for you to cum on his mouth and fingers, yoongi gives your pussy one last kiss before placing another one on your thigh still on his shoulder and finally puts it down.
"you're okay?" yoongi asks you as he stands up and cups your face with his hands to check on you.
"yeah," you nod. "just a little dizzy."
"i'm sure you're tired." he brushes his thumbs on your cheeks affectionately and your eyes close on their own. "i'll go prepare a bath for you, okay?" he says and kisses your forehead.
and holy fuck, you never thought that thing people said about feeling butterflies in your stomach was real but now you can feel them because as soon as yoongi pulls away, you feel another kiss on your cheek from jungkook.
"you were amazing." he tells you and you have half a mind to smile.
"wait," you turn to the door where yoongi is already making his way to the bathroom. "yoongi!" you call out for him and he quickly turns around.
"yeah?" he asks and your eyes go down to his crotch. he's hard. of course he is.
"do you... want help with that?" you ask shyly but he just waves a hand dismissively.
"don't worry about it, you're completely spent, you should rest now." yoongi replies sincerely but then looks to jungkook. "unless you're ready for another round." he cocks an eyebrow.
you look at jungkook and a giggle slips out of your mouth when you see him shocked, his cheeks tomato red. yoongi chuckles too.
"i'm just teasing you," the older says. "i'll go prepare a bath." and he leaves the kitchen.
then you're alone with jungkook again. you grab your clothes from the floor even if you're not really gonna put them on now.
"what was all of that about?" you dare to ask and you know jungkook understands what you mean but you still push further. "yoongi and you...?"
"it was nothing." he quickly replies. you're not dumb, he's getting defensive.
"okay..." you mutter. "calm down, i wasn't judging."
"i know," jungkook says and oh he looks troubled. "it was just nothing."
"okay," you nod and give him a reassuring smile because he looks more tense now than before. "just... if you've got some thoughts you need to let out... i'm here, or whatever..." you try not to make things real serious but you just don't want to see jungkook like this.
"i'm okay." he replies.
"mh, good." you end up putting just your shorts on again because it might be a little weird to have this conversation while being half naked.
"by the way, that was short but it was amazing." jungkook says out of nowhere and you giggle, slapping his arm.
"yeah, you were not bad either." you say and squeeze his bicep twice before walking out of the kitchen.
and when you're left alone in the corridor everything you just did hits you like a truck.
what the hell have you done?
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A/N: hope you enjoyed it !! i'm not 100% satisfied with this one, i know i could've done a lot better but yeah :) thank u for reading ! have a nice day <3
Kim Taehyung never really had anything important in his life besides his mom, cute small dog, and his paintings that was until he met you. Shy, quiet, sassy, funny, bossy, and pretty. Who knew something other than his paintings would stress Taehyung the fuck out, who knew the shy and quiet girl was driving the Kim Taehyung crazy, who knew he was slowly but surely falling in love.
Kim Taehyung never really had anything important in his life besides his mom, cute small dog, and his paintings that was until he met you. Shy, quiet, sassy, funny, bossy, and pretty. Who knew something other than his paintings would stress Taehyung the fuck out, who knew the shy and quiet girl was driving the Kim Taehyung crazy, who knew he was slowly but surely falling in love.
a/n: hihihi first of y’all i wanna say thanks to everyone who has been enjoying this au it means so much to me you guys like it as much as i like posting them❤️🥹 but i have a question bc i dont know what to do so i’m asking yall, do u guys want the next part to be the finale orrrrr do y’all want me to continue it and y’all get to see what happens to momo and jungkook??? u can send an anonymous ask to me or just reply to this post!!
