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𝓫𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 - 𝓳𝓳𝓴 𝔁 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 C.1
chapter 1; ‘i don’t want to know you..’
🖤 # there’s a new face on campus, a new person to learn about from afar. you’re almost sick when he wants nothing more than to get to know you, because, you don’t want to get to know him.
[ pairing - rich!jungkook x photographer!reader ]
~ warnings/tags - reader is a bitch to jimin, aggresive moments (LOL idk how to word it), profanity, put your seatbelts on, jungkook scares the reader but at the same time she asserts her dominance, more to come in chapter 2}
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prologue
c.2
there’s a soft yellow hue shining over the puffy clouds just outside. you sigh tiredly as you eye the rain drops rolling down your dorm room window, schoolbag strapped to your back.
today was another day of exhaustion, you could feel it in your bones. something in you could practically sense the levels of stress that were to come with the fear you felt on the daily of running into jungkook.
you hadn’t seen him since that night.
not in classes, on campus, with other students. it was like he had completely vanished after that night. that’s what worried you.
it was like any day now he’d jump out of the shadows to scare you once again, speak in the condescending tone he carried like an accessory. practically threaten you with his eyes in order to get what he wants.
of course, if he ever came by to present his needs to you again, you’d accept. simply because of the benefits you’d receive. those benefits being he wouldn’t be hiding from you with the intent of reappearing and heightening your stress levels.
brushing off the thought of him, you make move to leave your dorm room. today was not only a day you anticipated to come with exhaustion, but a day you knew would come with your nagging english teacher who expected each student to speak like they lived in the shakespearean times.
unfortunately for you, you were one of many victims. sometimes, you thought maybe you received his nagging much more than others.
the constant holding you back after class to asses your work that didn’t need assessing, the unstoppable anger he’d spew your way about your homework which he was actively correcting when you’d pass on campus. it was tiring.
everything seemed to be tiring for you lately. it was like a never ending cycle of complaining, tiring out, sleeping your life away, actively passing away in classes that bored your brain to extents you didn’t seem possible. you hated life.
not in the sense that you wanted to leave it behind, you grew to dislike the concept of everyday being the same. every single one.
school, home, playing back moments deemed interesting in you head, spiralling, dinner, bed.
you felt like you lived life as a hamster running in a cage, a hamster who spent its day running in the small wheel provided by its owner. just spending your days running in unending loops that ran into connected lines. it didn’t matter what you did, you couldn’t escape it.
or so you thought.
arriving at the elevator, you’re internally surprised to spot a new face. a new student? or was he visiting? you wonder all the possibilities of the man before you, possibilities answered when he notices your undivided attention from just six feet away.
“i’m here studying dance.” he speaks up and you hum, glancing away from his as quick as you had noticed him. “i’m new.” he adds on and you clasp your hands together in awkwardness, nodding your head as you patiently wait for the elevator arrive.
“what about you?” he asks, stepping closer to you as the elevator arrives. there was something about the closeness of his body that send panic through you, something about someone other than your own mind speaking to you.
you worried if you continued speaking to this guy once the elevator ride was done you were doomed.
“something go to do with english.” you respond vaguely, rushing in through the opening elevator doors and into the empty grey box, pressing the button for the car park.
“oh, cool,” he murmurs, stepping to the side, eyes suddenly brightening upon the sigh of the car park button pressed. confusion doesn’t take long to leave you as he’s quick to point out the cause.
“i drive too.” he smiles brightly and you are in disbelief at the way he’s acting over something common. you can’t help the small smile that finds its way to your face.
“by the way,” he continues speaking and you feel like grabbing the headphones from your bag to place them over your ears. was he always like this? would he leave you alone once you’d both left the elevator?
“what’s your name?” you glance up to him, eyeing the patience in his face; while also momentarily blessing his poor parents who had to endure his copious questions when he was younger. or had he been quieter in his youth?
it’s only now that you give him your eyes that you being to properly look at him. you find it surprising to yourself that you hadn’t noticed the blonde hair he sports. you’re almost jealous from how perfect he seems to suit it.
with blonde hair comes his undeniably attractive features, high cheekbones, plump lips which have you wondering if he’s had them filled in or if they are truly natural. the soft pink colour of them remind you of candy floss.
the longer you look, the more you come to realise he truly born to dance. the way he stood, the build of his body, structure of his face. and his eyes, you couldn’t deny the alluring sight of his eyes. they were sharp and soft all at once, pulled you in and left you wondering just how they truly were.
it’s not until the ding of the elevator sounds that you realise you had been staring the entire time, his body stands rigged and his expression leaks awkwardness as you quickly shake your head and slip out past him to head to your car.
you’d hoped he’d walk away and deem you weird, but unfortunately for you, you’d been born with non existent luck. so, when he called out for you, you simply turned around and sought out his question.
“i never got your name.” he speaks, standing further away with his car keys in his hand, “who said i wanted to give it to you.” you answer calmly and he furrows his brows. he almost looked upset?
“i was just trying to get to know you.” he mumbles as he turns to walk away, “it’s y/n.” you sigh out and he spins around, small smile on his lips. “min y/n.”
the man before you seems pleased, bowing softly before talking once again. “nice to meet you, min y/n.” there’s a beat of silence between you both, your cheeks rush red and you nod, “park jimin.”
confusion is etched on your face and he blows out a breath with a small laugh, “my name, park jimin.” he corrects himself and you hum in acknowledgement, “nice to meet you, park jimin.”
as he opens his lips to speak, you turn away and head for your car. mentally stabbing out your heart in disappointment in yourself.
your momentary empathy had gotten the best of you, leading to an unneeded interaction with a new student. you could only worry about what came with such a slip up.
the first class of the day came like a slap to the face, poetry. mr. hwang was in one of his usual grouchy moods, except, this time it was worse.
you couldn’t count with the fingers on your hands how many students he’d sent out of his classroom for doing simple things like coughing. everyone was on thin ice.
so, when he’d turned to you in hopes to hear you say something intellectual, you’d spluttered and completely messed up; worsening his mood.
it wasn’t a surprise when he kicked you out for opening your water bottle too loudly. you left without a fight and a heavy sigh.
since then, you’d dodged all your classes for the day, much too bothered by his attitude to attend the rest. you had wanted to head for the library but the remembrance of jungkook left you shaken and heading for the campus canteen instead.
there you sat, an apple skinned and cut up, plated up as you held your head in your hands – notes from your creative writing class sprawled out in perfect order.
you’d wished it was the notes that had you feeling so nervous, the upcoming test. but, of course, it was jungkook.
i mean, you didn’t even know him like that? you hadn’t ever seen yourself interacting with such a man, you’d done everything to hide yourself in crowds of people at school, chose the seats furthest from everyone else in classes, hid in you car to eat lunch - yet, you still caught his attention.
“ugh!” you groan, slamming your palms down on the table, attracting the attention of a small group just by your right.
bowing your head apologetically, you turn from the small group and glance up due to the unknown presence that seems to newly linger in front of you.
park jimin.
“what the..” you trail off as you eye the awkward smile on his face, holding out a carton of chocolate milk, “hey.” he says nervously, placing down the chocolate milk, slowly sliding it your way.
“mind if i sit here?” he wonders, a hopeful look on your face that turns down the rejection held on your tongue, “sure, i don’t mind.”
a cheerful smile overtakes jimin’s lips as he quickly sets his bag dow on the floor and sits into the seat in front of you, “i brought this as a friendship gift, in a way? anyway, i saw you had chocolate milk already so i bought this in case you finished the one you already have” he chuckles softly to himself at the end of his ramble and you send a tight smile before thanking him and accepting the chocolate milk.
“so, why’d you avoid school today?” jimin pipes up through the silence created between you both. once he spots your raised brow he’s quick to splutter awkwardly, “i mean- not that i was stalking you or anything, seriously. i wasn’t. the teachers i have simple took the roll for today and i noted your name was on there but you weren’t present.” god, could this kid talk.
“i was feeling sick.” you lie, deciding to play off your absence smoothly rather than ramble on like the bud in front of you.
“hey, i never asked. what is your age?” he asks before laughing at himself in embarrassment, “im sorry, i meant, how old are you?” there was something oddly comforting with the awkwardness jimin seemed to ooze from each simple thing he spoke, although he did tend to annoy you at the same time.
“i’m 20.” you respond quietly, a response that has jimin’s brows shooting up at, “twenty? you’re like a whole child. here i was thinking my 24 was young, holy shitt. so you’re not young you’re just a baby.” he says, following his words along with a chesty laugh before slapping his hand on the table then quickly pulling his hand back, looking to it and wondering if the action he’d just done was even appropriate to do in public.
“you’re insufferable.” you’re honest when you speak and jimin looks to you with obvious offence taken, crossing his arms he purses his lips to keep from snapping back at you. you take joy in that.
whilst you internally argue with yourself, mentally ripping apart the sheets in front of you – jimin watches, patiently waiting for an appropriate time to start a conversation with you.
jimin had just moved into the city, thanks to the hefty sum of money his father received from a hit and run. he thought once you stood next to him by the elevator that he’d make a friend of you. and much to his unsuccessful tactics, you stayed distant around him even though he tried his best to speak with you.
he wondered if something had caused you to be like that. did someone do something to you? or, was something actively doing things to you that made you scared?
pressing the tips of his fingers to his temples, jimin sighs out heavily as he willed his brain to be quiet. the constant thinking he did on a daily basis did not fail to hurt his brain and drive him insane.
there were days that he felt insane with the things he thought, sometimes, he felt as though the words in his head were not his. that they were things someone else put in his head to see what he’d think of them.
he hated it.
“you good?” a feminine voice chirps up and he snaps his eyes up to see your attention is focused solely on him, “uh, yeah. i’m fine.” he sends you half a grin and you slowly nod before looking back down to your sheets, the stress inside your body doubling.
you almost felt sick just knowing everything in front of you had to be learned, whether you liked it or not.
unfortunately, you came from an orphan background. some days you wished you had the parents that passed tragically, because maybe then maybe you’d know they were actually good people and not addicts who fucked you up for life.
with your non existent parents and mental issues, you had no choice but to work hard, you hadn’t exactly paid your way to where you stand now. it was from hard work, and if you were going to work hard to get to a certain part in your life, you were going to work harder to stick at it.
“you’re really gripping those sheets hard.” jimin notices and you glare at him, softening your gaze quickly when you notice the way his eyes widen.
shifting uncomfortably, jimin tries his best to shut his mouth whilst you stare at him, he wants to ask what your problem is. but he can’t, he knows if he even so much as parts his lips, he’ll say something wrong and you’ll more than likely get mad.
he’s quick to regret thinking such, he doesn’t even know you a day and he’s already depicting how your reaction to his words will go. he felt mean. was he mean?
“i’m gonna go.” you blurt out, quickly standing and grabbing your scattered sheets into your folder while jimin watches with scrunched brows and a throat full of unsaid words.
he felt bad for you.
he wanted to be friends with you.
so, he spoke what he’d been wanting to ask you all day. “can i have your number?” fuck. jimin slaps his hand to his forehead and you step back, bag already slung over your shoulder, folder tucked under your other arm.
“sorry?” you question and he slowly stands as you cock a brow and wonder what his intentions are, “so we can be friends.” jimin sighs, “i don’t want your number to be weird, i just want to be friends.”
his confession hits you right in the heart, he wanted to be friends. are you fucking kidding me.
“sure.” the word is out before you even let yourself think, maybe now it was your turn to smack yourself, “it’s **********.”
jimin rushes to pull out his phone and type it in, handing it your way to double check the digits are correct, once done, you pull away from him and usher a quick goodbye.
“text you later!” he says cheerfully and you want nothing more than to sink into the cement floors and disappear. what the fuck were you thinking?
you head towards the canteen exit, head down and belongings held close as you escape int the cold air of the college campus.
it is still bright out considering it’s only just hit six o clock. even though the sun still shines you begin to wonder where all the time has gone.
“i need to get home.” you speak under your breath with frustration, heading for the car park. you wanted nothing more than to sink into the comfort of your bed and sleep today’s memories away.
“what the fuck?” you breathe out, folder resting on the roof of your car as you throw your bag to the ground, hands reaching for the zip to open your bag to start rummaging around for your car keys.
you come out unsuccessful, bag filled with nothing but your pencil case and books. “are you fucking kidding me.” you groan, heels of your palms digging into your eyes with frustration.
you’re in a squat by your car, head in your hands as frustrations overtakes you as a whole.
you didn’t want to search the entirety of the campus for your keys, it would take years. but, so would walking the whole way home.
in your head, you fight with yourself. something you come to realise you have been actively doing all day. it seems like the interaction with jungkook from last night has just put you to an edge that you don’t stand at and fear, but an edge that is slowly crumbling while you hang from it.
you now sit against your car, the entirety of your body working off weak energy. you hadn’t eaten yet today. you immediately regret it now that feel light headed and entirely too tired.
maybe stressing on an empty stomach had been the cause of your unneeded self hatred entering your head left and right.
you grab at your bag once again, checking for any fruit or food that you might have packed. once again, you come back unlucky.
dropping your head back against your car, you let out a groan of annoyance. it seems to you that the second jimin stumbled into your life with his clumsy personality, everything has been going so much worse.
but, you couldn't blame jimin for jungkook who had you on edge. at the end of the day, it was your fault for slipping up and not being secretive about your life enough.
a silence etches over you as you sit next to your car, debating whether you should get up and walk home or sleep by your car for the night.
you're all for the debate settling within your head until a monotonous voice speaks up, a voice you'd dreaded hearing all day. possibly even all your life.
"this is sad." he speaks, causing you to glance up with a frown and notice his all too cocky smirk that he seems to sport way too much around you.
he's leaned back against the car parked next to yours, a singular hand slipped into the pocket of his slacks whilst the other places a cigarette to his lips which he inhales from.
you're in a sour mood just seeing him.
"i haven't made up my mind, jungkook." you seethe, standing up quickly, grabbing your bag with you. "don't worry, baby. that's not what i'm here for." he reassures and you can't help the way your stomach twists with delight hearing that pet name.
except, you're quick to scowl in disappointment when you realise exactly who is giving you these butterflies.
"then what? i have to get home, make it quick." you shoulder on your bag as you patiently wait for him to speak, crossing your arms in the process.
"let me drive you home." he offers, straightening up from the car, tossing the cigarette to the ground and stepping on it. "not a chance." you breathe out a dry laugh. now it's jungkook's turn to scowl.
"don't fight me on this, y/n." he sighs, unimpressed as he stretches out a hand to grab onto the strap of your schoolbag - an action you can only watch with bug eyes as he pulls it entirely off your back and holds it in his hand. "my car is this way." he begins to step away, only to stop completely when he notices from his peripheral that you're not moving.
with your arms crossed, you send jungkook a glare as he slowly turns to face you. still, unimpressed.
"if that's how you're gonna be, then be it." he shrugs with a sigh, heading towards a blacked out sports car humming quietly in the parking lot. you face away from jungkook, peering into the windows of your car, hoping you'll spot your keys.
minutes pass as you search, only, when you continue your search, you feel a strong pair of hands grab onto you from behind. you open your mouth to yell out for help, only your silenced by a hand that clasps around your mouth.
jungkook chuckles lowly as he throws you over his shoulder, making way for his car and removing his hand from your mouth as you hang from his shoulder defeated.
you don't have the energy to feel scared for the moment playing out, hell, you don't even have the energy to prevent yourself from being kidnapped.
jungkook steps around the open passenger side door, he gently places you into the chair before locking the door and rounding the hood to the driver's side of the car.
you almost thank him for his gentleness once he settles into the driver's side, but you're quick to remember the hostility he's presented your way over a simple thing as requesting you as his photographer.
i mean, he had you locked into the school library for gods sake. you were only lucky to find an open window to get out.
with the energy you don't have to battle him, you sink back into the leather of his car seats and inhale the manly scent of what you take to be his cologne.
"where do you live?" jungkook wonders, stretched over to tap away on some high tech screen in his car. his single question riles you up and you sit up straight to give him a piece of your mind.
"how else am i supposed to drop you home, y/n." jungkook deadpans and you quickly shut your mouth before getting the chance to speak. "right." you're quick to send him an embarrassed smile before telling him the address swiftly, moving to glance out the window once he types it in and begins to drive.
"i want to talk to you." jungkook speaks up through the silence between you both, one hand which had been on the wheel finds its way to your thigh and you snap your head towards him, catching sight of his side profile as he focuses on the road.
"about what?" you echo a question back, hand trailing down to his own to move it away, only you pause - your hand placed over his - at the sound of his question.
"what got you into photography?"
you'd never really been asked that by anyone before, you begin to think as you narrow your eyes at him with suspicion. "confidential." you mutter, swiping his hand away from your thigh. "i'm sure it is." he rolls his eyes playfully, looking to you with a smile...? or was it another smirk?
truthfully, you'd gotten into photography after you'd seen a man in the park taking photos of the ducks. there wasn't really a deep background to it all. and based on the way jungkook had looked at you when he had asked, you knew he assumed some deep shit happened that made you who you are today. maybe there was, it's not like you remembered anyway.
you don't have anymore time to think because he cuts a corner swiftly, causing you to fly over the center console, head landing into his lap. "i've never had a girl offer to give me head while i'm driving before" jungkook mumbles and you shriek in outrage as you pull away from him fast.
"what the fuck!" you yell out and jungkook simply laughs away to himself before calming down, suggesting you do the same as he pulls up the familiar street to your apartment complex.
"you're disgusting." you snap, reaching around the grab hold of your schoolbag, jungkook's hand flying to the front of your top and staying there while you do so.
you're quick to fling your bag from the bag seats, hitting his head in the process. "don't fucking touch me." you warn and he glares at you, smoothing back the gelled hair which had been pulled out of it's posh slick back due to the force of the schoolbag.
"it was riding up." he states and you let a small 'oh', twisting right back into your seat right as he pulls up out front of the reception area. "you know, i wish you lived further away so i could have talked to you more." jungkook says more to himself than you.
he unbuckles his seat belt, climbing out his side and travelling to yours, oepning the door to let you out. "next time, put on your seat belt." jungkook says lowly as he spots the small graze on the side of your hand from the aggressive swing around the corner he had pulled.
"there won't be a next time." you inform him as you slap away his hand and get out of his car yourself, "consider this our last interaction. i won't be taking photos for you." you finish and his jaw tightens, a hard look on his face.
giving him your back, you walk away, only yo be pulled back and shoved against his car. not hard enough to hurt, hard enough to jostle you.
"what do you want now." you whine, jungkook steps in front of you, face much too close to your own. "this isn't the last time." he speaks harshly, quietly. "you don't get to decide when i stop seeing you, i get to decide when this ends." he delivers it straight to your heart, shocking fear through your veins.
"i'll see you first thing tomorrow." jungkook let's you go upon seeing someone behind you both, not wanting to finish the conversation. you look behind, spotting jimin?
you step out of jungkook's hold, watching as he closes the passenger door, heading to the driver's side where jimin simply nods at him. a nod he ignores. prick.
before heading into his car, jungkook looks to you. "i'll see you tomorrow, baby." with that, he climbs into his seat, starting the car and heading off with a roaring engine. leaving you to look at jimin who sends you a confused look.
you don't wait around to hear what jimin has to say, you turn on your heels and boot it towards the reception to get to the elevator as quick as you can.
you can't help but think of jungkook's words as you approach the elevator. "you don't get to decide when i stop seeing you, i get to decide when this ends." is this where you realise you're eternally doomed?
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🖤 # you’d never realised the risks of staying behind in the library past closing until you’d come to experience it. now? now, you wanted nothing more than to hide away in the shell of your body from the rest of the world.
[ pairing - rich!boxer!jungkook x f!photographer!reader ]
~ warnings/tags - profanity, mentions of illegal activities (boxing matches), jungkook is lwk weird (hiding behind bookshelves), reader is scared as shit.., jungkook is rude, not sure what else to say lolol }
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c.1
you had always thought that being quiet and reserved guaranteed you safety. that keeping your head down and working hard meant you could avoid the drama of others and the attention of those deemed dangerous. but, you were wrong.
one day out of seven, a tuesday. you’re alone in the silent school library, left to read books in your lonesome while under watch of the librarian. a student working part-time.
it’s not until you glance to the watch wrapped around your wrist that you realise you have stayed past closing time, and it’s not until you look to the desk that you realise the librarian has left, leaving you completely alone.
where had the time gone?
you pack up quietly and make movements to leave, all until the sound of falling books catch your attention. as you slowly turn to see what caused the noise, the lights switch off and your heart rate skips a beat. with the light gone, it’s takes long for you to spot a figure standing taller than you further into the library.
fear spikes your veins and leaves you in a cold sweat as you slowly back away, clutching your schoolbag to your chest rather than slinging it over your shoulder.
the figure stands still, as though it is watching you. was it?
your back hits the wooden entrance door to the library, a singular hand escapes from the hold you have on your bag and attempts at finding the knob to open the door.
you’re unsuccessful.
taking one last glance at the dark shadow, you spin around fast, hand latching tightly onto the knob and pulling at it hard. only, when you try to open the door, you realise it’s locked.
it can’t get worse than this. you begin to think, except, the heavy breathing of another behind you leads you to know that it just might get worse than this.
“please.” you strangle out through a tight tone, your eyes squeezed shut as you drop your head and avoid looking at the golden knob in case the reflection of the unknown stares back.
“what are you begging for?” a masculine voice pipes up just seconds later. a voice you grow to recognise all too well.
spinning around, you come face to face with the infamous jeon jungkook.
it doesn’t take long for you to spot the blood decorating his skin, the mess of his knuckles when you glance down to his tightened fist.
“can you open the door?” you ask, it’s soft. a tremble is noticeable through your words and jungkook smirks at the fear he causes in you.
“no can do, baby. don’t have a key.” he drawls, stepping back and turning away from you. leaving you in a nervous mess as you glance about the library in hopes of spotting anything to get out.
as you stand, looking about frantically, jungkook finds comfort in a chair at the table you had been seated at.
he sits back, arms crossed with his legs in a manspread as he briefly watches you panic before clearing his throat to grab your attention.
“sit.” he demands, his voice slicing through the fear in your head and splitting it into two. panic and worry.
minutes pass as you stand glued to the door holding eye contact with jungkook, his eyes are all that are seen due to the minimal moonlight shining through the windows above.
“i’m getting impatient.” he urges, eliciting an anxiety in you that pushes you from the door and his way, in the direction of the seat opposite him.
the legs of the chair scrape against the wooden floor, the sound of your bag dropping to the ground is loud, and you slowly slide into the chair as he keeps his eyes stuck to your own.
once you’re fully seated he parts his lips to speak, “i’ve been meaning to talk to you.” it catches you off guard, your heart stops and you will him to continue with your worried expression.
“i’ve seen the photos you take.” he acknowledges and you nod slowly, not entirely sure where he was heading with this. “i need you to do something for me.” he states, turning into the table and resting his elbows on the surface.
you scrunch your brows and speak, “i’m not sure what you’re asking here?” you speak with question and jungkook sighs out as he falls back into his seat again.
“i need you to take photos of me.” he releases in an exhaled breath and your own breath catches in your throat due to panic. “p-photos of you?” you stutter out and he rolls his eyes, “isn’t that what i just said.”
“what kind of photos?” you query nervously, “of my matches.” he responds, leaving your internal soul to float from your body. his matches.
“as in, the illegal ones?” you ponder and he simply hums, causing you to mentally strangle yourself in hopes of actually killing yourself off. “i’d be lying if i said your camera work wasn’t good.” he compliments and you briefly thank him.
“so?” he wonders after a beat of silence between you both, “what’s it gonna be?” he pushes and you sit back into your seat.
“i can’t do it.” you let out softly and he chuckles dryly, “knew you’d be too pussy.” he snarls, pushing away from the table loudly and grabbing a set of keys from his pocket; heading to the door.
“w-what the fuck?” you curse at the sight of him unlocking the door, dumbfounded by the fact he had made it aware he didn’t have keys just minutes ago.
“let me know when you have the right answer made up.” he says as twists the key and heads out the door, slamming it behind him. leaving you by yourself, again.
and rather than feeling scared of being alone, you begin to spiral at the thought of jeon jungkook being on the lookout for your answer to his request. a request you don’t want to agree to.
there’s only one thing you know from the useless luck you have from being scouted by jungkook, and it’s that you’re royally fucked.
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series masterlist ~
🖤 # synopsis - jeon jungkook is a dangerous man. he’s got money, fame, connections, strength. so, when you’re approached by such a domineering figure, it’s only right that you’re shaken into fear. right? and when he requests of your help, it’s only right you decline. right..?
[ pairing - rich!boxer!jungkook x f!photographer!reader ]
~ warnings/tags - all warnings & tags will be added to each and every chapter because they’ll more than likely change depending on the chapter }
[ 0. prologue - you’d never realised the risks of staying behind in the library past closing until you’d come to experience it. now? now, you wanted nothing more than to hide away in the shell of your body from the rest of the world. w.c - 1,027
➥ warnings/tags - profanity, mentions of illegal activities {boxing matches}, jungkook is lwk weird {hiding behind bookshelves}, reader is scared as shit.., jungkook is rude. ]
[ 1. “i don’t want to know you..” - there’s a new face on campus, a new person to learn about from afar. you’re almost sick when he wants nothing more than to get to know you, because, you don’t want to get to know him.
➥ warnings/tags - reader is a bitch to jimin, aggresive moments (LOL idk how to word it), profanity, put your seatbelts on, jungkook scares the reader but at the same time she asserts her dominance, more to come in chapter 2]
[ 2. “chapter name pending..” -
➥ warnings/tags]
[ 3. “chapter name pending..” -
➥ warnings/tags]
and so on…
01. nerd boy - pjm x reader
🥥 synopsis- park jimin is your nerdly little roomate who spends his days studying behind closed doors. you don't talk with him - bar the times you appraoch him to collect the monthly bill for the landlord. he's not interesting, he's quiet and bookish. or so you thought. one day, you're on your way to collect the monthly bill, a small part of your routine you'd always indulged in when you'd dealt with past roomates. except, when you open jimin's door requesting the monthly pay up you're left running out repeating apologies like a mantra.
[pairing - nerdy!jimin x f!reader]
warnings - profanity, explicit sexual content.
w.c - 3.7k
today hadn't been much excitement for you. you'd simply rolled out of bed and into the hands of the boring world to head to a small cafe just a five minute walk from your dorm room to meet your best friend for some breakfast.
afterwards, the day only but slowly slipped from your fingers, leaving you to feel an immense amount of boredom you wished you could rip from your soul.
much to your luck though, your new roommate isn't like the old one. he is quiet, sticks to himself, and you only see the poor guy when you collect the monthly charge from him for the landlord. something you always seemed to voluntarily do since day one of moving in.
oh right, today was one of those days.
you lazily rise from your spot on the living room couch, oddly noting how silent the dorm was today. the upstairs neighbors had both headed home for the summer, the ones next to you had done the same.
unfortunately for both you and jimin, your families lived across the world in different countries. limiting your chances of visiting them.
your bare feet patter along the hard wood floors as you head to your bedroom to collect the amount needed for the landlord. considering it was a shared dorm room, jimin and you were charged $500 each. not the worst, but, not the cheapest either.
entering your bedroom, you head straight for your closet, ripping open the door and grabbing at the box that sits on the small shelf.
you count all the notes and coins, smiling to yourself that it’s all in there.
with the cash in your hand, you head for your bedroom door, leaving your room to go to jimin's bedroom at the end of the hall.
you are quick to put your hand to the door knob and head inside of his room, only, when you twist the knob and push the door open, you catch sight of jimin doing something you'd never imagine him doing before.
between his thighs, jimin's dick stands tall and erect. his head is thrown back, the glasses on his face falling off as his hand runs up and down the length of his cock.
his pants are pulled down just below his balls, shirt ridden up to his chest, abs you hadn't known he had on full display.
"ugh, fuck." he moans - no, he whines - ring clad hand moving at a fast pace, his hips bucking up once he swipes his thumb over the precum covered tip.
you're frozen to your spot, eyes blown wide, you want to leave, save him the embarrassment, but you can't look away. it's so wrong.
jimin's cock is big. flushed pink against his pale hand, leaking precum from the tip all the way to the base. fuck, jimin had a pretty cock.
the trance the erotic scene he has created has you so distracted that the pennies in your hand fall from your grasp and against the wooden floor, grabbing jimin's attention.
his hand flies away from his dick, he jumps up and catches sight of you quickly bending down to grab each and every coin. "oh my god, i'm so sorry." you push out awkwardly.
"oh my fucking god." you hear jimin curse under his breath, "please, get out." he chokes out and you scrape all the coins on the floor into the hallway, standing to your full height and bowing with apology.
"hand me the allowance when you can." with that, you head out and slam the door behind you, listening closely to the sound of jimin cursing himself out and rummaging agressively around his bedroom.
you almost feel bad. until, the sight of what you had just seen pops back into your mind and you feel all hot and bothered. but, its so wrong. you shake it from your mind quickly and turn to jimin's door to knock.
"i'm heading out for a while, i'll leave my amount on the counter, you can hand it out today!" your voice is much too high-pitched and you fear jimin notices. you can't even think about how he feels.
"y-yeah, okay!" he calls back from the other side, sounding as though he is miles away.
"right-uh, bye!" you call out and jimin sends back a muffled goodbye of his own, then you're turning on your heels, heading for the front door to escape the odd tension leaking out of his room and into the hallways of your shared dorm.
instead of venturing the entire way to the convenience store, you found yourself perched on the living room couch of the dorm room, head in your hands as you actively curse yourself out.
“why did i have to watch him.” you groan, slapping your forehead multiple times. “stupid, stupid, stupid.” you insult yourself, only stopping when the sound of someone clearing their throat catches your attention.
“uh, i’m going to head to the landlord to give her the money.” jimin stood just a few feet away, shoving all the money into the pocket of his coat. “when i get back, i’d like to talk about what you saw.” his cheeks flush pink at that and you slowly nod your head, mouth parted as you watch him send you a lop sided grin before grabbing your money off of the counter and head for the front door.
fuck.
sitting at your vanity, you rub moisturiser into your skin, eyeing the hallway through your open bedroom door in case jimin walks past.
he has been home for twenty minutes now. he walked past you like he hadn’t mentioned talking things out before leaving. maybe he was building the courage to come over and talk to you?
whatever.
you were currently busy - or trying to seem busy - while actively spying on the hallway. god, were you always this weird?
once you finalised putting on your moisturiser you slammed your palms on the surface of your desk, “this guy!” you cried out before finally pushing back from your desk and heading out of your room on a mission.
if he wasn’t going to approach you, you were going to approach him.
your feet stomp harshly against the floors, frustration gnawing at your bones as jimin’s door holds a staring contest with you once you stand outside it.
you edge towards the handle before pulling back, shaking your head and turning around. “i’m being irrational here.” you laugh at yourself before turning back around finally grasping at the cold metal of the handle, clicking your tongue you shake your head. “no, this isn’t it.” turning around again you head away from his door only stopping to slowly trail your eyes up from the sock clad feet that suddenly come into your sight.
your eyes travel up to his face and there he stands, a bowl of food in his hands with a confused look. “what…are you doing?” he asks, clearly interested in whatever battle you’re having with his bedroom door.
“i was just, uhm. i was coming to talk to you.” you get out plainly and you notice the way he gulps before nodding. “can we talk in the living room?” he asks, eyeing his door as though there’s something behind it that he doesn’t want you seeing.
“yeah, sure. whatever suits you. i mean it was my fault after all, haha.” you scratch the back of your neck, nervously laughing, stopping all at once when you see the cringed look on his face.
“let’s just get this over and done with.” jimin breathes out, turning away and heading for the living room, you trail not too far behind.
your nails dig into the palms of your hands as you anticipate what he’s going to say, you watch as he moves to settle on the armchair first, placing his bowl of food onto the glass coffee table.
“i could wait until you’re finished eating.” you offer, feeling horrible. “no, it’s okay. i seriously just want to get this over and done with.” he swallows, looking much too scared to even look you in the eye.
humming at that, you move to the couch and sit on it, crossing your legs and resting your cheeks in your palms as you sit forward and look to him.
he’s not wearing his glasses right now, you note how beautiful he looks. although, still thinking about gorgeous he looked fucking himself with them on…NOT RIGHT NOW Y/N!
“so..” jimin trails off, swiping a hand through his eyes rustic blonde hair. “it’s normal. i do it all the time.” you blurt out and his eyes widen, “oh my fucking god.” you clasp a hand over your mouth and spot the way jimin sports a soft smile before swiping a hand down his face as though he’s trying not to laugh.
"i'm sorry, please do continue." you cast a hand his way and he nods, thanking you briefly before speaking. "it's, uhm. i haven't done something like that before." he confesses quietly and your eyes widen the slightest bit.
"i'm really sorry." he apologises, you almost cry, noticing the pout on his lips. "i just, oh my, this is really embarrassing." he looks up to you, scratching the back of his head with a nervous laugh. "i was scrolling on my phone when i got a sort of suggestive video," he trails off squeezing his eyes shut and blowing out a heavy breath before continuing.
something in you screams at you to tell him stop, but you lead with your heart which is far too invested.
"the comments in the video had some links attached and i clicked them out of curiosity, but they brought me to those sex websites..." he cringes at himself and you muffle the laugh that escapes you.
he looks at you the second you stop and clear your throat, "anyway." he eyes you skeptically, "i- wait, i don't think i should be telling you this." he furrows his brows but you jump to stop him, "carry on, i'm interested."
jimin sends you an incredulous look but continues anyway. "the video i clicked on had me feeling a certain way, and so, i took i out on my, uhm.." he doesn't finish his sentence, so you do for him. "your cock."
blushed cheeks enter your view and he splutters a bit before continuing, "i just wanted to let you know i won't do anything like that ever again." he mumbles and you shake your head.
"jimin, i don't care if you jerk off." you roll your eyes playfully and he gasps at the crude way you speak, "just like, i don't know. i'll start knocking." you suggest and he nods.
"okay." he goes to grab his bowl of food but you stop him with your words, "what kind of video was it?" his face scrunches into one of cringe and he pulls his bowl to his chest quickly. "i'm done with this conversation." he announces as he walks away, leaving you to fall back against the couch and cry out his name. "i'm not telling you!" he yells from down the hall and you huff out a breath before finally getting up from the couch to head to your own room.
unfortunately, on your way to your room you think about jimin again and decide to head for his room. knocking gently you call out, “i know we just spoke, but, can we do something together? i’m really bored.”
you’re met with silence so you knock again, ear against the door. you hear the sound of jimin groaning and the sound of his bed rustling.
seconds later, he’s standing at his door, stepping aside to let you in. “what exactly do you want to do?” he wonders as you skip into his room and head for his bed.
your steps faltering when you remember what he’d been doing in that bed just an hour ago, you head for his desk chair instead. hoping he doesn't notice.
“i’ve never actually gotten to see your room.” you state, ignoring his earlier question. “it’s nice.” you compliment as you look around to all the posters of bands, him with a group of people, your eyes land on the copious amounts of trophies stacked on the shelves above his bed.
“what are those for?” you wonder, jumping to your feet again and heading to look at them up close. "they're trophies from when i used to dance." jimin answers, looking to you shyly when he spots the wide grin on your face.
"you used to dance?" you gasp and he simply nods which had you rushing to ask him for videos, "i don't have many, my mom does though." he responds smoothly, leaving you to frown before pushing away from the subject of him being a dancer.
"do you like movies?" you ponder and jimin hums, moving to sit on his bed as you move towards his opened bedroom door, "do you want to watch one with me?" you ask, catching both his attention and shock.
"you want to hang out with me?" jimin wonders, showcasing the surprise that courses through him. "yeah, why not?" you scoff and he simply shrugs before easily agreeing and following you out of his room.
"are you into romantic comdies or sexual romance?" you ask, wriggling your eyebrows at jimin. "why? you want to see if i get a boner from a sex scene?" he deadpans as you both head for the couch, the remote in your hand.
you pause on your way to sit, looking over at jimin who wears a bored look that quickly cracks into a smile when he sees the surprise on your face. "i may be embarrassed, but i'm not against joking about it." he assures you to which you let out a slow, "uh-huh." not convinced whatsoever.
"so?" you push, wondering about your earlier question. "romance." he responds and you sigh heavily as you fall back onto the couch, jimin following suit, except, he sits quite far from you.
"romance it is."
soon, the movie ends. you're half asleep on the couch while jimin has long passed out. you didn't think someone like him could sleep considering his days were jam packed with studying.
instead of waking him along with yourself, you slowly slide away from your space on the couch - glancing to his sleeping face. pouted lips and closed eyes. he was pretty.
you're quick to snap away from your thoughts when you catch yourself slowly thinking about the events of today. oh no.
you felt weirded out thinking about him doing that while quite literally staring at his sleeping form. so, you quickly fled the scene and headed for your bedroom.
thinking about jimin fucking his fist didn't help the fact you'd both watched the the new movie that came out, fifty shades of grey.
you'd heard from a friend that it was a romance movie, and considering it was new, you'd clicked onto it. but much to you and jimin's luck, it had been a movie packed with all kinds of things you wouldn't exactly find appropriate to watch with a roommate you just started acknowledging.
closing your bedroom door, you let out a quiet sigh as you head ed over to your bed, clad in your clothes from the day. you were much too tired to even think about switching to your pj's, so you simply collapsed onto your bed and let the sleep take you away into the next day.
letting out a soft laugh, you swipe at what tickles you on the nose. "stop." you let out playfully, reaching to grab the hand of your ex!?
you jump up, jumping out of your nightmare while you're at it, head shooting to the side to catch glance of jimin who steps back and looks away with a guilty head.
"what are you doing in here, jimin?" you press, feeling suspicious of his motives. "well, i fell asleep. dreaming of the movie." he starts, you feel like you already know where this was going.
"and what does that have to do with me?" you wonder, watching the way his ears turn bright pink under the light of your bedside lamp. "i can't do it to myself alone. it's not working." jimin confesses, dropping his head.
your jaw drops.
"what are you asking from me?" you begin to slowly sit straighter, looking him head on so he doesn't feel any bit more scared to ask for your help. "can you help me? i mean, do what you had offered to do for me during the movie?" he steps closer.
you quickly remember jokingly telling him you'd give him a blow job if the movie turned him on. slapping yourself mentally, you grab ahold of his wrist, pulling him right down onto you.
"what the heck?" he lets out a breathy laugh while you lie beneath him with a smile as he hovers over you, his body flush against your own. allowing you to feel the heat of how he really feels right now against your inner thigh.
"i'm helping." you purr with a smile, rolling the both of you over until your straddling his hips. this time, jimin's breathing is heavier.
moving off of his lap, you ask jimin to sit against the headboard. "we could have done this another way i just don't want to leave my bed." you confess and he simply laughs.
once he's settled against the headboard, he starts to look nervous. anticipating what is about to happen to happen next.
his breath hitches when you move from sitting back, hands grabbing for the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers so you can pull them down all at once.
his dick is quick to spring out from the confines of his garments, resting against his abdomen. flushed pink and leaking precum.
jimin lets out a quiet whimper and you briefly wonder if it's from embarrassment or was the sight of you moving to help him turning him on more?
"you're so big." you relay to him and he sucks his lower lip into his mouth, nibbling on it as he watches your mouth grow closer to his cock.
jimin stretches his head back, neck popping a vein as your hot breath hits the skin of his tip. "please, y/n." he groans, moving his head to look down at you, hands moving to run through your hair and grip the back of your neck to move you closer. lips hitting hit tip.
you're move to envelope his tip into your warm and inviting mouth is quick, causing jimin to buck his hips in surprise. a moan leaving his parted lips.
you don't pull back to speak, or look to him. you simply pull back to stick out your tongue to roll it down the length of his cock, dragging breathy moans from him as he squirms.
you lick around his dick until it is entirely covered in your saliva before once again, enveloping his tip. except, this time you take in more of him.
the hands jimin had ran through your hair grip tightly as he throws his head back against your head board, widening his legs just the smallest bit more to welcome your body closer.
your hands run along the skin of jimin's thighs before allowing them to travel to his balls to scrape your nails lightly along them. "fuck." jimin whines, hips bucking at the small action, causing his dick to move further into your mouth.
without stalling any longer, you begin to bob your head up and down his cock, not stopping for air.
jimin tries his best to hold back from pushing his hips up as he removes a hand from your hair to hide his cries of pleasure. using the other hand to hold your hair back rather than guide your movements.
"this feels so good." jimin lets out, muffled from behind his palm. you hum at that, the vibrations making jimin go crazy as you begin to now suck him harsher.
"y/n, i seriously feel so good." he cries out, two hands now collecting you hair back against the nape of your neck. "i've never felt anything so good." he breathes out, completely relaxing against the head board.
your mouth sucks more of him into your mouth, you try your best to accommodate all of him at once. your saliva dripping from your mouth and onto the balls you've now began to fondle.
you bob your head up and down at a punishing pace as you try your best to ease the orgasm out of him.
your lips suck and your tongue licks until you're pushing him so far in you choke on his cock, causing your throat to contract and squeeze whatever part of him reached that deep.
"oh my fucking god." jimin curses at the feeling of that, letting out more breathy moans as you continue to suck him off.
he doesn't make move to control, simply submits to the pleasure you offer while watching with heavily lidded eyes.
"i think i'm close." he whispers as his hips begin to buck up into your mouth, something you welcome as you suck harsher. "fuck, i'm close." jimin confirms as you pull up to suck on his tip, tasting the saltiness of his precum.
you head back to suck his cock, this time only taking what you can before moving to places your hand at the base to run it up and down where you can't reach without choking.
jimin groans and moans, hands gripping harsher, hips moving at a quicker pace. "fuckkk, just like that. i like it like that." you feel yourself growing hotter down south at the sound of him breaking apart like this above you.
"y/n.." it's a broken sob of pleasure as you double on your efforts, sensing he's close. "wait shit, y/n pull away, i'm gonna come." he speaks, only for his words to break away into a broken moan as you squeeze the base of his dick.
jimin watches with widened eyes as you refuse to pull away until you're sucking harsher than before and he's coming down your throat with a loud groan.
with a satisfied grin, you slowly pull away from jimin. wiping the remnants of his cum from the corner of your mouth after swallowing. something that drives jimin borderline insane.
so insane that you don't even process the fact he pulls you closer until he's kissing you!
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nerd boy - pjm x reader masterlist
a steamy romance between roommates.
[pairing - nerdy!jimin x f!reader]
warnings - profanity, explicit sexual content.
01 - synopsis- park jimin is your nerdly little roomate who spends his days studying behind closed doors. you don't talk with him - bar the times you appraoch him to collect the monthly bill for the landlord. he's not interesting, he's quiet and bookish. or so you thought. one day, you're on your way to collect the monthly bill, a small part of your routine you'd always indulged in when you'd dealt with past roomates. except, when you open jimin's door requesting the monthly pay up you're left running out repeating apologies like a mantra.
02 - coming soon...