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970901 — Happy Birthday Jeon Jungkook!
genre: fake dating au, f2l, christmas au, smut [18+] Put your age in your bio so you don’t get blocked please 💜 this is an 18+ blog
summary: Jungkook is in desperate need to find a girlfriend for Christmas. His mom has nagged and nagged about him bringing someone home for the holidays. Determined, Jungkook recruits his friends in hopes of finding the right girl to take home. In need of a place to stay, and no plans for Christmas, you answer his friend’s ad.
You have 25 days to convince not only his parents but his grandmother that you’re in a real relationship, solid enough to get through Christmas with the Jeons.
wc: 14.3k
warnings: pet names (babe, baby, sweetheart, honey, love, darling, good girl, doll), food/food mention, mention of conning JK's grandmother, mention of a blowup doll, making out, marking (scratching, biting, hickeys), jungkook has a motorcycle but his grandmother forbids him from using it while she's there, mention of jungkook's grandfather's death, one-bed trope, mention of slot machines, mention of a breeding kink, reader is on the pill, mention of being self-conscious (reader), mention of drowning in melting snow due to embarrassment, hair pulling, jungkook is a consent king (and it's hot af, okay?), fingering (f. receiving), handjob (m. receiving), oral sex (f. giving), unprotected sex, spanking, multiple orgasms, creampie
a/n: a HUGE thank you to @btsgotjams27 for allowing me to scream about this JK in her inbox for weeks! and for helping me go over the ending! thank you, thank you, thank you!
read part one here
date: January 12, 2024
The moment you set foot in Jungkook’s family home, it was like stepping foot in a department store the day after Thanksgiving.
Holiday decor sits on every inch of the living room wall—there are snowflakes, snowmen, Santas, and jolly words on every bit you see.
A giant Christmas tree takes up a large portion of the living room in a corner far from the fireplace. Large red bows hung from the branches, and a gold star sat on the top. A candle on the coffee table burns, filling the home with its vanilla cookie scent.
The dining room had an elegant arrangement of candles and ribbons. A glass jar of red and gold ornaments sat in the middle as a centerpiece.
“Jungkook!” Came an elated greeting from the kitchen. An older woman came rushing toward him, her hands cupping his cheeks as she hugged him tightly.
Jungkook grunted when he was pulled to her height, swaying side to side as she hugged him.
“Never leave me,” she nearly sobbed dramatically. You bit back a laugh.
“Mom,” Jungkook wheezed. “You’re scaring my girlfriend. She doesn’t know you’re joking.”
“I’m not joking,” his mom laughs as she squeezes him one last time before releasing him.
“Mom!”
Jungkook’s mom ignored him as she stepped toward you.
“Hello,” you wave meekly. You introduce yourself, and she smiles.
“I’m Aera,” Jungkook’s mom introduces herself as she pulls you into a hug. “It’s so nice to meet you! Jungkook said nothing but good things about you. I swear he’s so in love!”
“Mom!” Jungkook hissed as he ran his hand over his face.
You giggle, linking arms with Aera. “Is that so?”
Jungkook watches as the two of you head toward the kitchen, arm in arm, while he rolls the suitcases further into the house after shutting the front door.
“Oh, Jungkook,” his mom says as she has you sit at the table. “You’re in Seojun’s old room, and this sweetheart is in yours.”
Jungkook nods as he locks eyes with you, silently asking if you’ll be okay for a few minutes while he takes the luggage upstairs.
“Here,” Aera hands you a small dessert. “Seojun made these just for you. You’ll meet him tomorrow along with his fiancée, Saraí.”
“Ooh, chocolate,” you grin as you take the chocolate and take a bite. You moan from how good it tastes, melting right on your tongue.
Aera claps her hands, turning on her heel as she grabs a few more desserts for you to try.
By the time Jungkook joins you, you’re on your third dessert.
“Mom,” he sighs. “Please don’t force-feed my girlfriend. She just got here.”
Aera frowns at her son. “Fine. You open up.”
Jungkook dodges a brownie bite and sits beside you. His mom heads back to the kitchen to grab drinks as the front door opens and shuts.
“Sorry,” Jungkook apologizes. “I told her to wait at least thirty minutes before she stuffed you full of chocolate and desserts.”
“Hello,” a voice calls. You smile, though nerves still eat at you when you realize Jungkook’s father has arrived home.
“Dad!” Jungkook rises from his seat to hug his dad tightly. Jungkook looks just like him, though a little taller and broader.
You rise from your seat, wiping your hands on your pants in a poor attempt to clean them.
You introduce yourself to Jungkook’s dad, shaking his hand.
“Nice to meet you, honey. I’m Dae.”
“We’re gonna go get settled in,” Jungkook says as he takes your hand. “We’ll be down for dinner.”
“When am I seeing Jimin, Joon, Tae, Jin, and Yoongi?” Aera asks her son. “It’s bad enough that Hoseok won’t join us this year.”
“He had plans, Mom,” Jungkook explained.
“Love, the kids just got home to their parents. Let them take their shoes off before you host a reunion,” Dae chuckles. Aera nods, going for her house phone to ring up Jimin’s mom across the street to chat about their boys.
Jungkook uses the distraction to lead you toward the stairs.
“I’m so sorry,” Jungkook groans as he plops down on the desk chair of his old bedroom. “I thought I had a minute or something before she started feeding you.”
“It’s okay,” you giggle as you wrap your arms around his neck. “Your mom is just excited.”
“I’ll say,” Jungkook grumbles as he wraps his arms around your waist. “Thanks for doing this.”
“No problem! Besides, those brownie bites are delicious!”
Jungkook chuckles. “There’s plenty more downstairs. Lemme show you around.”
Jungkook shows you where the bathroom is. His room is across the hall from yours, while his parents' room is further down the hallway. There’s another stairway upstairs that leads to the entertainment/game room. Downstairs is an office, a guest bathroom, and a laundry room.
The backyard is through the back door in the kitchen, and the door near the living room leads to the garage. It’s all pretty simple to memorize. You’ll mostly be on the second floor unless you have to use the kitchen or living room.
By the time you’re back in the kitchen, Jimin’s sitting at one of the chairs with a plate full of brownies and a glass of milk. He gives you a chocolaty smile as Mrs. Jeon sets a plate of cookies beside him.
“Got enough to share, Jimin?” Jungkook asks as he pulls a chair out for you before he sits beside you.
“No,” Jimin swallows his bite and downs half a glass of milk.
“Jimin,” Aera laughs, and Jimin reluctantly pushes the plate of cookies toward you and Jungkook.
“So,” Dae smiles at you. “How did you and Jungkook meet?”
“School.”
“Jimin.” You say, cringing at Jungkook’s answer being different from yours.
His parents look confused for a moment before Jimin speaks up.
“I met her in one of my classes, and we became friends. Then Jungkook stole her from me,” Jimin jokes.
Jungkook turns red. “I didn’t steal her! You said you were just friends!”
You laugh with his parents. The two men bicker back and forth like children.
“I always had a crush on Jungkook. The moment I saw him, I knew he was special,” you admit. Jungkook pauses his fake fight to look at you; his eyes are soft, and something sparkles deep within.
Even Jimin stares silently. He knew you had a crush on Kook the moment you laid eyes on him, but there was no way you were this great of an actress. After all, he had been the one to go with you to audition for Cinderella, and you tanked. Sorry to say so.
“Oh, isn’t that sweet?! True love!” Aera sings as she clasps her hands.
“Mom!” Jungkook protests, feeling his ears burn from embarrassment. Perhaps he should have prepared you for his over-enthusiastic parents.
“I hear wedding bells!” Aera continues until Dae grabs her and leads her out of the room.
“Come on, let’s go get their pajamas.”
The three of you wait until you hear their footsteps disappear up the stairs.
Jimin exhales dramatically. “You couldn’t even get the first lie correct?”
“We tried!” Jungkook hisses in response.
“Yeah,” you nod vehemently. “We got it right anyhow. We just fumbled a bit. No biggie.”
“The group chat isn’t gonna like this,” Jimin sighs. “Are you sure you can pull this off without us here?”
“It was just a little mishap,” Jungkook waved his hand. “We’ve got this.”
Jimin looks unsure but says nothing else as he gulps his milk down and rises from his seat.
“Okay, I better get back to my family. I only snuck out for treats.”
You laugh as you hug him after he’s set his glass in the dishwasher.
“Come around whenever,” Jimin instructs, kissing your forehead before waving to Jungkook.
“What’s up next?” You ask your boyfriend.
“Probably Christmas pajamas and a movie, then dinner and bedtime,” Jungkook replies as his parents' footsteps come down the stairs.
“Here they come.”
The evening flies by after you receive your pajamas. You thank the Jeons profusely as you put them on.
The couple has gone to bed, leaving you and Jungkook to finish the last two minutes of the movie.
Jungkook begins to clean up as soon as the credits roll before the two of you head up the stairs.
Hushed voices greet you as you reach the landing.
“I don’t know, Dae. Something seems fishy,” Aera said softly.
“You’re overthinking this, love. Maybe they’re just respectful or shy.” Dae countered.
“Well, Saraí and Seojun were always kissing and hugging. It just seems a little off.” Aera states.
Jungkook looks at you, worry evident on his face.
“Maybe they’re not as comfortable with PDA. That’s fine by me,” Dae chuckles as he tells his wife to go to bed.
Aera does so reluctantly.
Jungkook takes your hand and leads you to the bedroom you are occupying for your stay. He shuts the door as quietly as possible before he sits on the bed and pats the spot beside him.
Once you’re on the bed sitting beside him, he wrings his hands in his lap.
“I suppose we need to be more hands-on,” he states nervously.
“How about we wake up early tomorrow and watch a movie in the living room? We can cuddle and kiss a little when we hear them get up,” you suggest.
Jungkook nods in agreement.
“Do you need anything before I go?”
You walk Jungkook to the bedroom door. You bite your bottom lip, suddenly feeling shy. He is your fake boyfriend, though.
“A goodnight kiss?”
Jungkook’s cheeks warm at your words, but he gently grips your chin with his fingers before he presses his lips to yours. Your hands grip his shirt, holding him close as the kiss deepens and your lips muffle his moans.
“Good night,” Jungkook whispers with one last kiss to your lips.
“Good night,” you whisper as you watch him go. Your heart flutters as you shut the door and press your back against it. You squeal in delight and faintly hear Jungkook chuckle as he heads to his room.
You ignore the heat that rises to your cheeks before scrambling to get into bed.
The next morning, Jungkook shakes you awake gently. “Come on, darling.”
“Mmh,” you whine, swatting at him in your sleep.
Jungkook dodges the next swipe, capturing your hand and kissing your palm.
“Baby,” he whispers as he shakes you again. You curse, peering open one eye and then the other.
“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you grumble as you sit up. Jungkook grins smugly. “Or I’d bop you on that cute nose of yours.”
Jungkook laughs, shaking his head. “Come on, babe. My parents will be up soon.”
“I’m sleepy,” you huff but get out of bed and follow Jungkook downstairs. He’s already got a movie playing in the background and two mugs of hot chocolate sitting on the coffee table.
You try not to squeal in excitement when you see he’s poured yours into a snowman mug.
By the time Jungkook’s parents make their way downstairs, the both of you are cuddling on the couch. Jungkook’s got your head on his shoulder, feeding you pretzels and holding your hand.
Aera and Dae exchange a look but say nothing other than their morning greetings as they get ready for work.
Dae is out in ten minutes, promising to be home early, while Aera stops by the living room to kiss each of you on the top of your head on her way out.
“Seojun and Saraí will be here for dinner,” she calls as she grabs her keys and heads out the door.
You spend the day with Jungkook watching movies and playing video games upstairs. Jimin and Joon pop in for a quick visit, but their parents call them home for lunch and they leave you alone with Jungkook again.
“I think we’re doing pretty well,” you muse as you hold Jungkook’s hand while he waits for the game to load on the TV screen.
He chuckles. “Seojun might mess it up.”
You giggle, shaking your head.
“I think we’ve got this,” you state as you kiss his cheek, his jaw, and the mole beneath his lip. Jungkook sighs happily, dropping the controller on the carpet before he cups your face.
Fake or not, he genuinely enjoyed kissing you. He wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to do so now.
You moan when he pushes you back onto the couch, your legs on either side of his hips. His lips feel soft against yours as your hands slide under his shirt.
“Kook,” you moan softly as you move your head to allow him more room, his lips burning in their wake as he trails kisses down to the collar of your shirt.
Your fingers weave through his long black hair, tugging when his lips nip at your skin. He moans your name softly, groaning when you beg him for more.
His hand grips your hip, squeezing as his hips rock against you. A curse escapes you as you melt beneath his broad shoulders, your nails dragging down his back.
“Fuck, baby.” He groans, his lips finding yours as his tongue pushes past the seam of your lips as the kiss deepens. You whine as you feel him press against you, your hands greedy as you pull him impossibly close.
“Shit!” A voice startles you.
You pull away from Jungkook, face warm as Jungkook gets off you.
“Sorry, we should have knocked.” A woman apologizes. She’s shorter than Jungkook and the man beside her. Her hair is curly and black, falling in waves down her back. Her beautiful golden skin appears glowing and rivals the brightness of her smile.
“We did knock,” the man says, looking at her. She jutted him in the ribs with her elbow before turning to Jungkook.
“We’ll be downstairs,” she announced in a rush as she shoved the man out the door before shutting it.
Jungkook groans, hiding his cherry-red face in his hands. “That was Seojun and Saraí.”
“Oh!” You exclaim with wide eyes. “Fuck.”
“Well,” Jungkook said, carding a hand through his hair. “At least Seojun will believe us now.”
You laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. You wrap your arms around his waist and kiss the corner of his mouth.
“To be continued?” You’re not sure where this bout of confidence has come from, but you know what you felt, and Jungkook wanted you just like you did him.
“Tonight?” He asks in a sultry tone that makes you tighten around nothing. His dark-hooded gaze makes your pulse rise, and it takes everything in you not to push him onto the couch and continue where you left off.
Jungkook holds your gaze, his tattooed hand resting on your lower back, a little too close to your behind. You bite your bottom lip, and his eyes watch you carefully as you slowly take a step back. Fire builds between you, nearly suffocating you, and you’d gladly let it for another taste of his lips.
“Tonight,” you whisper as you head for the door. You swallow thickly as you eye him up and down, a hunger pooling deep inside you.
Jungkook presses his thumb to his bottom lip as he devours you with his gaze, knowing one more lingering look will be all it takes to have you screaming his name as loud as your lungs allow.
Ten minutes later, Jungkook and you join Seojun and Saraí in the living room. Jungkook introduced you to the couple as he sat beside you on the loveseat.
“It’s so nice to meet you!” Sarai exclaims. “Seojun thought you were imaginary.”
“Babe,” Seojun protests.
“¿Que no?” Sarai asks him with a raised brow. “Didn’t you say Kook probably had a blowup doll?”
Jungkook and Seojun burn brighter than Rudolph’s nose as they sink into the couches. You laugh along with Sarai at the men’s expense.
“I like you,” you said with a bright smile. “We’re gonna get along just fine.”
Sarai smiled, “We have to stick together.”
“Saraí,” Seojun whines. “We just got here. You can’t recruit my little brother’s girlfriend against me already.”
“Why not?” Saraí asks with a mischievous grin.
Seojun groans as he shakes his head, but his smile never dims as he looks at his fiancée. You cuddle up to Jungkook, and his arm drapes around you before he kisses the top of your head, almost second nature.
-
A few hours later, Saraí and you share the couch upstairs while the Jeon brothers fight over the working controller.
Saraí follows you on all your socials as she lies beside you. The both of you laugh as you show each other funny TikToks. Despite only knowing her a short amount of time, you’re glad she’s easygoing and loves to talk. It takes the pressure off you having to recall any information from Joon’s PowerPoint and flashcards, though the information is ready to be pulled at any moment should you need it.
“So then he takes me to the very top of the building,” Saraí gushes as she shows you a photo on her Instagram account. “You know, the ones with the glass panes you can stand on to overlook the city? Well, I was busy looking at the city while Seojun was turning green behind me! He’s terrified of heights, but he knew I wanted to go up there since forever, practically!”
“I almost threw up,” Seojun comments as he gives the controller to Jungkook, he’s no longer interested in fighting his younger sibling over the controller that doesn’t stick.
Saraí laughs. “I turned around to tell him to join me. The view was incredible!”
You hang on her every word as she swipes to another photo.
“And that’s when I noticed the mariachis and Seojun down on one knee. He even had my family there!” Saraí wipes a stray tear as she recounts her proposal and shows you more photos of the grand event.
Seojun smiles at Saraí, hearts in his eyes. He turns to Jungkook with a raised brow. “It’ll be you two before you know it.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Jungkook coughs as he looks at you for help. His eyes have tripled in size from panic.
“Yeah,” you nod, feeling like a bobblehead. “We’ve only been together for a bit.”
“Four months?” Seojun asks.
“Five!” You and Jungkook answer in unison, startling the happy couple.
You clear your throat. “Almost six.”
“Nowhere near you guys time together,” Jungkook adds as he nervously tweaks the buttons on the controller.
Saraí waves her hand. “You’ll hear wedding bells before you know it.”
“Yeah,” Seojun chuckles. “Ours.”
The two giggled before you and Jungkook exchanged nervous looks.
How far would you take this?
Dinner passes without incident. Aera and Saraí are elbow-deep in wedding plans, scheduling lunch with Saraí’s mom before the evening ends.
You excuse yourself when your friends show up, and the lot of you head upstairs with a plate of warm cookies accompanied by a tray filled with glasses of milk and mugs of hot chocolate.
Seokjin is on the lookout, watching the door as Joon gets comfortable beside Jimin and Yoongi.
“How’s it going?” Taehyung asks as he takes Jungkook’s phone to upload a few more pictures to Instagram.
“Yeah,” Joon says through a mouthful of cookies. “Jimin says you fucked up the first question Momma Jeon asked.”
“Jimin,” Jungkook hisses.
“The first one?” Seokjin scoffs as he looks over his shoulder at you. “Babe, I would have done better.”
“I’m the one who needed to date someone!” Jungkook hisses louder.
Seokjin shrugs. “I said what I said.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes at his friends and calms down when you grip his arm.
“His parents thought we weren’t all over each other like Saraí and Seojun. We have to kick it up a little for them,” you state, your lip caught between your teeth.
“Damn,” Yoongi sighs. “If they see through it, your grandmother won’t fall for it, Kook.”
“Don’t give up now,” Jimin insists while holding a rough sketch. “We’ve worked so hard for this. I already started designing my room in Kook’s new place.”
“Give me that,” Jungkook rips the paper from Jimin’s hands and crumples it.
“I have copies,” Jimin smirks.
“Look,” Taehyung speaks up. “We’ve all done our part. We just gotta get through it.”
Namjoon nods. “Tae’s right. We all did what we said we’d do, even Hobi. He’ll be in town before the new year, and we can’t tell him the plan tanked. We all worked too hard for this. Let’s see it out.”
“I’m in,” Seokjin shrugs, feigning nonchalance by looking at his nails.
“Same,” Yoongi and Jimin add with a firm nod.
Joon and Tae look at the two of you.
Jungkook looks at you, and you nod. You were already knee-deep in it; might as well make it to the other side.
“Alright, we’re in,” Jungkook states ruefully.
“Don’t worry, one of us will try to be around when Grandmother Jeon arrives. It’ll be a piece of cake!” Jimin grins.
It was not a piece of cake.
And if it was, it was a shit cake.
Grandmother Jeon rolled up with enough suitcases to rival a traveling circus.
“Mother,” Dae gasps as he greets her at the front door. “What’s all this?”
“Oh, you wouldn’t believe the day I’ve had!” Jungkook’s grandmother huffs as Dae and Jungkook help bring in the suitcases.
Aera dashes to the kitchen for refreshments, and you hurry after her in a panic.
“First, I misplaced my bingo winnings on the train. Then, they threatened to kick me off because Luna wouldn’t stop barking!” Grandmother Jeon looks at all her bags until Jungkook holds one away from him while he pinches his nose.
“Oh, there she is! Kook be a dear and take her outside. Rinse her dog carrier for me. These old bones aren’t what they used to be,” she says as Dae helps her to the couch and then shuts the front door.
“Mother,” Dae said as he sat beside her. “Why didn’t you call?”
“Oh, I didn’t want to be a bother!” She waves her hand about. Her glasses slip down her nose, and her hat is tilted.
“You’re never a bother, Mom,” Dae states as he helps her out of her shoes and faux fur coat.
“Good,” Grandmother Jeon states firmly. “Because Luna and I need a place to stay for the holidays.”
Jungkook freezes with Luna, a yapping black and white chihuahua in his arms. “What?”
Dae sends a glare at his son. “Of course, you can stay with us. What happened?”
“Dang cellphone made my reservations for next Christmas,” Grandmother Jeon huffed. “Dang things are called smartphones, more like dumb phones. Scheduled me for the wrong year!”
Dae exchanges a look with Jungkook, but neither says a word as you and Aera walk into the living room with coffee and cookies.
“Oh, Aera! You look lovely! Keeping my boys in line?” Grandmother Jeon asks with a smile.
“Always! We're so glad you’re staying with us,” Aera says genuinely, hugging the older woman.
“Ooh, you know me. I gotta spread a little holiday cheer everywhere I go,” Grandmother Jeon jokes before she spots you.
“And who is this marvelous woman hiding behind you, Aera?”
Jungkook opens the back door, puts Luna out, and rushes to your side before you can blink.
“Grandmother Jeon, this is my girlfriend,” Jungkook tells her your name, and her eyes light up like the fairy lights on the Christmas tree.
“I’m Grandmother Jeon or Minji, whichever you prefer, dear. Let me look at you,” she coos as she takes your hands and looks you up and down.
“You’re beautiful,” Minji grins widely.
“Thank you,” you smile shyly.
“And you know how to take a compliment. I like that! Confidence and a tough exterior are what you need to wrangle in these boys. They’ll give you more heart attacks than you can handle. Troublesome they are,” Minji shakes her head.
“Mom!”
“Grandmother!”
“What?” Minji raises a brow, daring them to protest further. “Am I lying?”
“No,” Jungkook and his father shake their heads, avoiding eye contact.
“Thought so,” Minji laughs. “Don’t worry, dear. Jungkook is the least troublesome of them all, though that motorcycle I saw on the driveway is enough to earn a lecture, Jeon Jungkook!”
“But-!”
“Jeon Dae, what did I tell you about my grandbabies riding those!” Minji sighs heavily as she lets you go.
“Mother,” Dae starts as Minji rises from the couch. “He’s old enough to make his own decisions.”
Minji whirls on Jungkook, a sharp, well-manicured nail poking his broad chest. “You stick to driving while I’m here, sweetie. I don’t think my old heart could take it seeing you riding around town on that motorcycle.”
“I promise,” Jungkook raises his hand, and Minji grins, reaching to pinch his cheek.
“Good boy,” she states before releasing him. “Now who’s gonna show this old bag of bones and her pup to her room?”
“Mother, you’re only-” Dae is cut off by a glare so icy it could freeze Hell and all its inhabitants.
“Get my dog, son. She gets cold without her winter wear,” Minji grumbles as she heads towards the stairs. “She’s your little sister, after all. You should treat her as such.”
“Mother,” Dae sighs heavily, but he knows it’s a losing battle. He opens the back door instead, and Luna walks into the home after wiping her feet on the mat.
“Jungkook, sweetie, be a doll and get her wipes from the pink bag for me. I have to get her cleaned up before dinner,” Minji says as Dae hands her the little chihuahua.
“She’s not going to expect Luna to have a seat at the table, is she?” You ask Jungkook’s mom as you watch Dae and Jungkook carry her bags up the stairs.
Aera says your name with a whimsical smile. “Expect the unexpected.”
Jungkook knows you’re trying your best not to stare, but you fail miserably.
Dinner is in the dining room with the large dining table that seats twelve, but there are only eight of you tonight.
Dae sits at the head of the table with his wife on the left and his mother on the right. Beside Aera, Jungkook has taken his spot while you sit beside him. However, you can’t help but look at Luna in her high chair across from him.
Seojun sits across from you with Saraí on his right. She smiles politely as she tries to muffle a laugh in her napkin. She was as surprised as you the first time Minji rolled into town with her dog and the high chair.
You’re sure Luna is eating out of a crystal bowl and drinking from a crystal goblet. The only thing that sparkles more than both is the ring sitting on Saraí’s finger.
“So, sweetheart,” Minji starts as she dabs at her mouth. “How did you meet our Kookie?”
“Mother,” Dae shoots an annoyed look her way that she waves off with a perfectly manicured hand.
“I’m merely curious,” Minji smiles softly, her pearls draped over her bubblegum pink dress. There’s not a silver hair out of place, nor is her lipstick smudged from eating and enjoying a glass of wine with dinner.
“We met through Jimin,” Jungkook answers for you, but Minji continues to stare at you, awaiting a response.
“We met through Jimin at school. Jimin and I shared a class and introduced me to Jungkook and his friends. I had a crush on him since the first time I saw him,” you can feel the heat rise in your cheeks as Jungkook takes your hand in his, kissing your knuckles before setting it on the table.
“So, who broke first?” Seojun asks with interest, ignoring his “aunt” as she chews on her steak.
“Jungkook,” you giggle as you recite the story Yoongi had concocted. “We went on a walk after dinner one night and he confessed. Asked me out for the next night, and we’ve been dating ever since.”
“We went to the beach for our first date,” Jungkook adds. “Shared a milkshake on the boardwalk.”
“My Kookie finally found someone!” Minji claps her hands, startling the dog beside her.
“Do you have pictures?” Aera questions as she rises from the table.
Luna finishes her meal, and Dae takes her outside while Jungkook and Seojun clear the table. You send Jungkook a wary look, but he smiles in reassurance, mouthing, “You’ve got this.”
“Let’s head to the living room for tea and hot chocolate,” Aera said as she dashed to the kitchen to grab drinks and desserts.
Saraí goes to help her while you help Minji to the couch.
“I don’t know how to snoop on the phone like Seojun loves to do,” Minji laughs as you take your phone out of your pocket.
“Ah, there’s my boy,” Minji says as she adjusts her glasses to look at your Lock Screen. A photo of you and Jungkook in matching Christmas sweaters greets her.
“He looks at you the way his grandfather looked at me before he passed. Love is a magical thing, dear. It can get you through almost anything,” Minji says, full of wonder as she stares off into the distance for a moment before she clears her throat.
Your heart sinks in your chest. Jungkook hadn’t mentioned his grandfather before and seeing Minji now and going through with this plan was making you feel sick.
“I hope we didn’t miss anything,” Saraí sings as she sets down a tray of hot drinks. She hands one to Minji before she takes one for herself.
Aera and Dae join you, while Luna curls up under the Christmas tree on the tree skirt beside the presents.
“I hope we did,” Jungkook utters, only to be elbowed by his older brother.
“I saw a few photos on Instagram this week,” Seojun comments as he grabs a cookie. “You both look cute.”
Saraí helps Aera log into her account so she can see the photos on Instagram while you show Minji the pictures on your phone.
“The two of you are adorable,” Minji coos as you show her another photo. Jungkook watches on from beside his father, the two sharing the couch closest to the fireplace.
For a moment, Jungkook can pretend that it’s real. That you fit into his family perfectly, just like Saraí does. That they adore you just like he does and that you could possibly love him.
Thirty minutes later, Minji is yawning and calling for Luna. The two head upstairs slowly, yawning and wishing everyone a good night.
“Oh, dear,” Aera says as she looks at you and Jungkook. “We gave Grandmother Jeon Seojun’s old room.”
You look at Jungkook with wide eyes.
“You don’t mind sharing Jungkook’s old room, do you?” Aera asked as she and Saraí cleared up the drinks and cookies. “It’ll be just like at home.”
“Um… yeah,” you cough as you look at your feet. “Just like home.”
“Perfect,” Dae says as he helps clean up. “Why don’t the two of you unpack in Jungkook’s room, and we’ll see you in the morning?”
“Sure, Dad,” Jungkook takes your hand, saying goodnight to his family before leading you up the stairs.
On the landing, you hear his grandmother and Luna snoring already, and you wonder how they could fall asleep so quickly.
Jungkook leads you into the bedroom and shuts the door, pressing himself against it.
You’re careful not to trip on his suitcase as you open yours to get your pajamas out. You’ve been following Hoseok’s strict clothing schedule and you’ve sent Hoseok photo confirmation every day so far.
“I’m so sorry,” Jungkook whispers as he walks toward you. “I never thought this would happen.”
“What do we do?”
“I’ll sleep upstairs in the game room,” Jungkook answers. His back already hurts from imagining a night on the lumpy couch.
“Your parents will know something’s up,” you hissed in response.
“I’ll sleep on the floor, then,” Jungkook shrugs. “Problem solved.”
“But it’s your room. Your bed.”
“And I got you into this mess,” Jungkook frowns. “It’s only for a few nights, anyway. No biggie.”
You bite your lip but say nothing as you take your pajamas and step out of the bedroom to go to the bathroom. You change and brush your teeth before going to the room once again.
Jungkook goes to the bathroom to brush his teeth and do his skincare routine before returning to the room.
He grabs extra blankets from the closet and a few pillows before he lies down on the floor.
The two of you stare at the ceiling in silence.
“Well, this is awkward,” Jungkook chuckles.
You throw a stuffed animal at him.
“Jungkook!”
“What? You were thinking about it!”
“You didn’t have to say it,” you grumble as you roll on your side to stare at him. You pull the covers over your shoulders, shivering in your oversized tee and pajama shorts. Hoseok dropped the ball with this one outfit, but maybe he didn’t care too much about your sleeping clothes.
“Goodnight, sweet girlfriend of mine,” Jungkook coos, wiggling his toes in those dreaded toe socks.
“Goodnight,” you huff, sticking your tongue out at him.
Wednesday greeted you with Luna’s obnoxious barking.
You groaned as you placed a pillow over your head, hoping to drown out the sound, but alas, it was no use.
“Koo,” you whine, throwing a pillow at him. He grunts in response from his makeshift bed on the floor.
“I hear it too,” he murmurs as he tries to cling to sleep, but it’s useless.
Cursing, Jungkook sits up. He stretches and yawns for a minute before getting to his feet and folding his makeshift bed of blankets and pillows. His back and neck would be hating him all day.
With all the excitement of Grandmother Jeon and your new sleeping arrangements, there wasn’t any time for any practice.
Now you have bedhead and morning breath, and god, you hope you don’t have dried drool on the corner of your mouth. You can’t let Jungkook see you like this!
“Close your eyes!” You hiss as you scramble out of his bed.
Jungkook's eyes widen in alarm. “What?! Why?!”
“Just do it! Don’t look at me!” You hiss as you hear the barking move further away. You try to step over your fake boyfriend but trip on a blanket and fall beside him.
Jungkook grunts when you elbow him in the stomach, and before either of you can move, the door opens, and Jungkook’s mother stands there with wide eyes.
“Um, breakfast will be ready in a bit,” she says as she shuts the door as quickly as possible. Perhaps next time she’ll remember to knock, but after the commotion, she was worried someone was hurt.
“Great,” Jungkook sighs as he falls back into his pillows to stare at the ceiling.
What a great way to start his morning.
Jungkook’s parents and grandmother are gone for the rest of the day. Something about slot machines and Grandmother Jeon feeling lucky… or did she say she was gonna get lucky?
“Luna Patrice Jeon,” you huff, stomping your foot as you try to get her coat on her, but she wriggles in Jungkook’s beefy arms.
The two of you were supposed to be outside five minutes ago, and all your friends and their dogs were waiting for you and Jungkook.
Jungkook had managed to put Luna’s booties on, but she was a squirmy little thing when it came to her coat and earmuffs. Minji had been very thorough with her instructions, and Jungkook promised to watch his aunt.
His dog-aunt.
“Hi, pretty girl,” Seokjin coos as he lets himself into the Jeon home.
Luna pants as Seokjin rubs between her ears and easily gets the coat on her. About four inches of snow had fallen overnight, and the dogs were eager to play at the park just down the road.
“There we go, Luna. That wasn’t so bad, huh?” Seokjin grins as he kisses the dog on the forehead and puts the earmuffs on.
“God, he’s a dog whisperer,” Jungkook rolls his eyes, but Seokjin ignores him as he sets Luna in the stroller with her blanket and some treats. He zips the stroller shut and carries it out onto the sidewalk.
“I can’t help it if the ladies love me,” Seokjin smirks as he sends a wink your way. You smile bashfully, giggling when he blows you a kiss.
“Hey!” Jungkook stomps his foot. His cute bunny nose scrunching. “You’re my girlfriend!”
“Better keep her close, JK!” Jimin teases as he pushes his dog stroller.
Namjoon and his little dog wear matching coats and booties, leading the group down the road. Taehyung pushes his stroller, where his Pomeranian sleeps wrapped in a fluffy blanket, and Seokjin carries Hoseok’s dog that he may have snatched for this outing.
“Who knew we’d end up pushing strollers this Christmas break instead of clubbing,” Yoongi chuckles as he meets up with you at the end of the block. In his stroller with the spinning rims sits his dog, Holly.
“Almost seems like we’re growing up,” Taehyung wipes a fake tear from his cheek as the group pushes the strollers on the sidewalk.
“Who do you think will push one of these with an actual child first?” Namjoon asks as his dog sniffs the snow, his nose freezing at the contact.
“Jungkook,” the group answers as Jimin and Taehyung push their strollers in a light jog, racing to the first tree they see a few feet away.
“Pfft, why me? I’m the baby,” Jungkook protests.
“Aren’t you the one with the breeding kink?” Yoongi smirks as he walks past the two of you.
Jungkook is left flabbergasted. His face rivals a tomato’s as he feels his ears burn just as bright.
“I told you that in confidence!”
“Whoops!” Yoongi cackles as he joins the race between Tae and Jimin.
Jungkook wonders if four inches of melting snow would be enough to drown him.
You push the stroller with Luna, giggling as you jog past Jungkook.
“Sucks for you!” You call over your shoulder. “I’m on the pill!”
Jungkook curses Yoongi, running after him as he threatens to end the Min line with him.
Namjoon smiles as he walks beside Seokjin, enjoying the chaos he created from his question.
“You’re an evil little man,” Seokjin cackles as Namjoon laughs and follows the group.
Thursday afternoon is filled with last-minute Christmas shopping.
Seojun and Saraí have joined you. Seokjin and Jimin tagged along, but it seemed they weren’t as necessary now as they thought they would be.
Sure, Seokjin still curbed the conversation when you or Jungkook failed to answer a question or two about your relationship, but it wasn’t anything detrimental. The group honestly thought you had this in the bag, and with Christmas only three days away, there wasn’t a whole lot to worry about.
Jungkook rubs his neck for the fifth time. He can’t seem to get rid of the soreness he’s gotten from sleeping on the floor.
You pull him away after you lose Jimin and Seokjin in a department store with blasting Christmas music.
“Sleep with me tonight,” you said as you held Jungkook’s hand in a surprisingly empty aisle. The hustle and bustle of shoppers falls into the background, and all Jungkook can hear is the rapid drumming of his heart.
“W-what?” He stutters with wide eyes. He toys with his lip ring, a nervous habit of his.
“Sleep with me on the bed tonight, Kook. You’re obviously in a lot of pain, and I feel bad.” You frown as you turn him around to rub his neck and shoulders.
Jungkook resists the urge to curse, biting his lip to hide a moan as you get into the muscles. Fuck, he really needed to sleep in a proper bed soon.
“Are you sure?” Jungkook asks as he slowly pulls your hands off him to hold in his.
“It’s only for a few more days,” you shrug. “Grandmother Jeon leaves for her cruise before the new year, so why not?”
Jungkook is reluctant, but as a cramp hits his neck.
He nods. “If you’re sure.”
“Definitely,” you smile as you lace your fingers with his to lead him out of the aisle. You lead him out of the store and toward the giant Christmas tree in the center of the mall.
You take your phone out and snap a cute picture of the two of you before looking at it and see mistletoe on one of the branches above your head.
Jungkook blushes as he pecks your lips, but you pull him back in for another kiss. You fist his jacket in your hand as you pull him close, your lips moving with his perfectly as the cool metal of his lip ring brushes your lips. You moan when he nips at your lip, gently sucking it before releasing it.
His dark gaze sends tingles down your spine as you wrap your arms around his neck, and he leans in to kiss you again.
“Tonight,” Jungkook murmured against your lips, the two of you stuck like magnets, unwilling to pull apart.
“Tonight,” you agree as you kiss him again, your fingers tugging on his lush locks just enough to make him curse against your lips.
“You’ll pay for that, baby,” he groans when you do it again.
“I can’t wait, Koo.”
Your shower takes longer than usual that night. You shave, exfoliate, and lotion every bit of you that Jungkook might touch.
You’re nervous but excited at the thought of him touching you. Just kissing you nearly sends you over the edge sometimes, and the way he grips your hips as if he must be anchored to you to breathe, well, it’s a nice feeling.
By the time you’re climbing into bed, the house is silent. Jungkook turns on his mood lamp, and his playlist plays softly in the background.
He’s made sure to lock the door this time to keep his mother out.
A purple towel is draped over his shoulders as he plops down on the desk chair. He gives his hair one more rub, but he’s already had the hairdryer on it for a bit.
You try not to ogle his bare chest, the colorful sleeve of tattoos grabbing your attention almost
immediately as he sets the towel down.
“Mind if I sleep without a shirt on? I tend to run hot,” he explains as he tongues his ring.
“That’s fine,” you squeak as heat rushes to your cheeks. You pull the covers to your chest, wiggling your toes as you avoid meeting his gaze. Though his abs are now in your view, and your thighs press together in response. What you wouldn’t give to kiss every beautiful ridge of his torso, taking your time on his sensitive brown nipples. You wonder if he’d ever get them pierced.
“Need anything while I’m up, babe?” Jungkook asks as he stretches, his arms raised over his head and you nearly whimper as you feast on his perfect physique.
You’re nearly salivating by the time he’s finished stretching. He tilts his head as he waits for your answer but you blink owlishly and finally meet his gaze.
“Hmm?” You ask as you blink again as he laughs. He shakes his head as he crosses the distance between you, moving the blankets out of the way as he gets into bed with you.
“You’re adorable,” he whispers as he pecks your nose.
You smile, clearing your throat as you lie on the bed. Jungkook turns on his side to face you, and you do the same. His arm drapes over your waist, and you snuggle in closer.
“I’m glad you’re here,” he whispers, almost as if it were a secret. Perhaps it is with the way he strokes your waist, refusing to make eye contact; afraid of what his words will shift.
“I’m glad I’m here too, Kook. I don’t want to be anywhere else,” you admit as his gaze meets yours. He studies you for a few moments. His beautiful eyes sparkle like the stars in the night sky, shining brighter and brighter with each passing second until they flutter shut and his lips mold to yours.
“Jungkook,” his name rolls off your tongue so sweetly.
“Yeah, baby?” He asks in between kisses, his hands never straying from your hips until you guide them upward to cup your tits. He curses, dark eyes piercing through your soul as you make him squeeze them.
“Fuck,” you whimper.
Jungkook kisses you again, swallowing your moans as his thumbs brush your pert nipples. Your hands settle on his broad shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he trails kisses down your neck until he hits that one spot that has you seeing stars behind your lids.
“Jungkook,” you sigh as you part your legs for him. He settles between them as your nails rake down his broad muscular back. You’d love to kiss every inch of it. Leave your mark behind for all to see. For now, you’ll settle for your scratch marks, storing each of his delicious sounds for later.
Fiery lips meet yours as his hips rock against you. His hands feel every bit of you, moving when he notes any hesitation.
“Is this okay?” He asks softly, his gaze locked on yours.
You nod.
“I need words, baby,” he says as he brushes his thumb along your jaw. “I need to hear it.”
“Please,” you swallow thickly, mesmerized by his soft doe eyes. “I want it. Want you.”
Jungkook traces your bottom lip with his thumb, admiring your beauty for a moment before he kisses you again as if it were the last time.
Time means nothing to you as you melt beneath him. His hands are hot against your flesh, needy where they meet to pull you closer. Your name escapes him between moans and gasps, your hand guiding him between your legs.
“Please,” you beg as he pushes your shorts to the side, groaning when he feels how wet you are.
“No panties, darling?” He grins as he kisses your jaw and trails downward.
“Didn’t think I needed them,” you gasp when his fingers brush your clit. He’s teasing you. He wants to see how far he can take you before you beg him for more, plead and whine until he gives you just what you need.
Jungkook licks his lips, shaking his long hair out of his eyes before he tongues his lip ring. His breath fans against your heated skin, teeth gently nipping your earlobe as he whispers, “You were right.”
Your thighs shake at the sound of his seductive tone, spreading further for him as he lifts your shirt to bunch above your breasts.
“Keep that right there, baby. Can you do that for me?” He raises a brow, and you nod.
“Yes.”
“Good girl,” he praises, kissing your lips before making his way down until his fingers are tugging on your flimsy sleep shorts.
“Can I take these off?” Jungkook asks as he meets your eyes. You nod, feeling fire pool deep in your belly. You want him desperately, almost embarrassingly, with how soaked you are for him already.
When he doesn’t make a move to take them off, you remember he wants you to be vocal about your consent.
“Yes, please.”
Jungkook pulls the shorts down your legs at a snail’s pace, giving you enough time to change your mind if you wish to. You encourage him by lifting your hips and kicking the shorts off to be lost on his bedroom floor.
You don’t get a chance to be self-conscious as he cups your face and kisses you so deeply, that you almost wonder if he’s in love with you.
The pounding of your heart is deafening as the kiss deepens and his hips press against your cunt. Your name rolls off his tongue, cursing and groaning when his hard cock grinds against you.
“You’ve soaked my sweatpants,” he laughs breathily, and you clench around nothing. Your face feels like it’s burning, but from lust or embarrassment, you’re not sure. Jungkook kisses your cheeks, your nose, and finally your lips.
“S-sorry,” you apologized as he rubs your clit, his nimble fingers circling it just to make you whine. Jungkook teases your entrance with his tattooed fingers, loving the way you whimper and beg for more, biting your bottom lip to keep from getting too loud.
“Fuck, baby,” you moan when he finally sinks two fingers in knuckle-deep. You clench around them as he slowly fucks them into you, his thumb rubbing your clit as he focuses on the rise and fall of your chest.
Jungkook palms his cock with his other hand, moaning softly when your eyes lock. He smirks as you reach for him and he places your hand on his cock.
“Can you take them off?” You ask bashfully, and he chuckles before slowly taking his fingers out of you. He sucks them into his mouth, eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head as he gets a taste of you.
Fuck, he’d have you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day for the rest of his life if you’d let him.
Your thighs tremble as he steps back, cunt soaked and dripping onto his sheets. You’re the first girl he’s had in his bed like this and he hopes your scent lingers long after you’re back home.
Jungkook is a vision. An Adonis among men. Michaelangelo himself would have shed a tear upon gazing at the masterpiece that is Jeon Jungkook.
Speechless, you reach for him as he chuckles. He takes your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing it gently before placing it on his chest.
“Do as you wish, my love,” Jungkook says as he follows your hand with his hooded gaze.
Your brain seems to be empty of all thoughts except Jungkook. His name, his body, that sinful smile that tugs at the corner of his lips. He’s eyeing you with mirth, licking his lips as your hand descends until it’s cupping his erection.
“Fuck,” he breathes as you stroke him, your fingers sliding under his boxers to feel the weight of him in your palm. He groans, whispering your name as you continue to stroke him, pausing only to spit in your hand. He takes the moment to tug his boxers off.
Jungkook kisses you as you touch him again, his fingers finding their home between your thighs as he gets you to nearly sing his name in praise as you tighten around him.
“Wish you were wrapped around my fat cock, babe. I’d make you scream even louder,” he goads as you muffle your cries in his broad shoulder right beside his little scar.
“Jungkook, please,” you beg as he kisses you deeply. It’s hot, messy, all teeth and tongues and desperate touches as his cock pressed against your clit. You’re soaking wet, dripping onto the sheets and allowing his cock to glide easily, the fat head bumping against your clit as your legs wrap around him trembling at his sides.
“Koo!” You whine, biting down on his shoulder. Hasty kisses meet his skin as you soothe the pain of your love bite. Your body becomes overwhelmed with pleasure, arching into him as you orgasm, squeezing his fingers until they’re soaked beyond his wrist.
Jungkook cries out your name, lips finding yours in a sloppy kiss that swallows his moans and groans as he cums all over your cunt. His hips rock against you until he’s well spent, cock too sensitive to go on.
“Shit!” He breathes as he lies beside you with his arm over his head.
You’re warm and sticky beside him, his cum coating your skin generously. Jungkook kisses your cheek as he pulls you to him, using his other hand to fix his boxers.
He doesn’t like the way they cling to him and he’ll be sure to clean himself up as well as you before you go to sleep.
Silence fills the space between you as you stare at each other with bashful smiles and gentle touches. Jungkook kisses your lips softly, his fingers caressing your cheek.
“I really do like you, ya know,” he admits, and it sends your heart soaring into the heavens.
You bite back a giant grin as you lace your fingers together. “I really like you too.”
Jungkook blushes, kissing you once more before he climbs out of bed to get cleaned up. He assures you he’ll be back in a few minutes and he cleans you up with a warm washcloth and helps you to the bathroom.
Once you’re both in bed again, he snuggles into you. His fluffy hair splays on your chest as he snores softly. You smile to yourself as you hold back a yawn.
Jungkook sleeps soundly as you stroke his hair, hoping this can be more than just pretend.
Christmas Eve brings a blanket of snow and Seojun and Saraí.
Though you and Jungkook haven’t done more than fool around that one night, you’ve found it hard to keep your hands to yourself.
Seojun, Saraí, and Jungkook took you sledding at one of their favorite spots.
Jimin, Taehyung, and Yoongi were already there when you arrived, holding hands with Jungkook.
“Where are Joon and Seokjin?” You ask as you hide your face from the wind on Jungkook's shoulder. He laughs as he tightens your scarf and kisses your head.
“They went to pick up Hoseok at the train station. Hoseok’s parents are busy prepping for Christmas Eve dinner, and his sister is bringing someone home,” Jimin explains as he hands his sled to Taehyung to take a turn.
“Sounds serious,” Yoongi comments with a sly grin.
“My parents keep asking when I’ll bring someone home,” Jimin sighs. “Are you free next Christmas?”
Jungkook scoffs. “As if.”
“Not you.” Jimin rolls his eyes before saying your name.
Yoongi laughs as Taehyung comes back.
“I don’t think passing me around as a fake girlfriend is what your parents mean, Min,” you shake your head as you take the sled from Taehyung.
Jimin shrugs. “Worth a shot.”
Jungkook glares at him before you tug him away to the top of the hill. He helps you onto the sled before he gets on behind you and pushes. You scream and close your eyes as you go down, laughing when you come to a stop moments later.
“Wanna go again?” Jungkook grins as he helps you up. You shake your head as you pat the snow off your clothing.
“I’m good,” you laugh. “Once was enough.”
The trek back up the hill is rough as you stomp in the snow to reach your friends. Jungkook hands the sled to Yoongi as he wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder.
Despite admitting to liking each other, you haven’t talked to determine what that means. For one, you kind of like this limbo you’re in where you’re not not together but also not truly faking either.
At one point or another, you’ll have to have that conversation, but it’s Christmas Eve, and Jungkook looks too cute with his giant snowball.
Oh, no.
He’s heading toward you and Jimin. This is what happens when you get lost in thought. Jimin grabs your hand and pulls as Yoongi and Taehyung run in the opposite direction.
Jungkook cackles as he chases after you and Jimin. The snowball rises high in the air as he shouts, “Come get your Christmas gift, Park!”
Luna herds the family up the stairs later that night when she’s ready for bed.
Jungkook and you wear your matching pajamas. An evening of food, laughter, and photos has drained you as you go up the stairs after Minji and Luna.
Jungkook keeps his hand on your lower back, guiding your sleepy self up the stairs and down the hall.
“Goodnight, honey,” Minji kisses Jungkook’s cheek and then yours.
You smile as you climb into bed with Jungkook beside you. His mood lamp is on, and you’re grateful for the pink stars that light the ceiling. Even at your age, you’re still a little scared of the dark.
“What’s on your mind?” Jungkook asks as he rolls to his side to face you.
You face him, your fingers laced with his.
“I’m just really glad I came to your home for the holidays. It’s been amazing. You, your family, everything has been perfect.” you smile warmly as he brings your knuckles to his lips to kiss gently.
“I’m glad you came. I know this whole thing has been a little odd, but getting to know you and being here with you has been the best part of this Christmas.” Jungkook pecks you on the lips, unable to control the smile that lights up his face.
Your gaze holds his, the sparkle in his eyes making you fall for him a little more as they grow brighter with each passing second.
“Kiss me,” you whisper as you lean in closer, and he closes the distance between you with his lips. They’re soft and taste like strawberry chapstick when they brush against your lips. You break apart for a moment, his eyes revealing more than you want to speak of now.
Instead, you whisper, “Kiss me again.”
Slowly, Jungkook kisses you again. He cups your face while you tug on his shirt, quickly removing it from him.
His breathy laugh brushes your skin as he noses at your throat. “Eager?”
“Shut up,” you hiss, climbing on top of him as his hands grip your hips.
Jungkook groans at your words, licking his lips as you take your top off to discard on the bedroom floor. Your fingers make quick work of your bra and soon you’re left topless and horny on top of him.
“Fuck,” Jungkook curses as he gets an eyeful of your breasts and nearly drools as his hands move upwards to cup them in his hands. You moan his name when his fingers brush the sensitive nipples, making them peak.
As much as he loves seeing you on top, Jungkook wants to take his time with you. This was a turn of events he wasn’t expecting, otherwise, he would have waited for your first time together to be at his place, in private where you could scream his name as loud as you wanted.
However, he won’t pass up the chance to have you. You’ve had such a hard time keeping your hands off each other even around your friends. Stealing kisses and sneaking off to make out in dim hallways and busy restaurant alleys. Light touches under tables, lustful looks shared across the room until you could sneak off together and kiss as if your lives depended on it.
If Jungkook could do this all over again, he would. Only he’d make you his from the get-go. But that’s a thought for another time as your hands glide up his torso, moaning at the sight of him.
“Jungkook,” his name tumbles so sweetly from your kiss-swollen lips.
His breath fans across your face as he chuckles. His dark locks create a curtain between you. Slowly, your fingers push his hair out of the way to find his sparkling eyes locked on yours. You melt beneath him as he kisses you.
Your hands grip his strong shoulders as your legs wrap around his hips to pull him close. Jungkook laughs at your eagerness, teeth nipping your bottom lip before releasing it.
Jungkook kisses his way down to your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin until his name fills the bedroom. You cover your mouth to muffle your moans, but he’s quick to remove it.
With lust-filled eyes, you watch as he takes your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing each fingertip until he’s kissing your palm and moving upwards.
Jungkook wants to take his time with you. Show you his appreciation from the crown of your head to the tips of your toes. He knows you’ll only let him do so much before you beg for more, more, more…
Like clockwork, your fingers thread through his hair directing his lips to yours as you kiss him with everything you’ve got. He moans against your lips, cursing when you tug on his bottom lip.
Your hands move downward across the massive expanse of his back, each muscle rippling beneath your touch as you arch into him. Your hips grind against him, the thin material of your shorts already soaking wet with your arousal.
Jungkook nearly growls when he feels it, cock throbbing in the next moment. He hikes your leg up higher on his waist, his hand grabbing your ass as his lips feverishly seek yours.
Gasps and moans fill the space between you in between hot, needy kisses that make your toes curl. Panting, you beg him for more as his hands tug your shorts off to toss on the bedroom floor; forgotten until morning.
You lay bare beneath him as he sat back on his haunches. His hands lace with yours, a soft bashful smile on his lips.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, his eyes never straying from yours as he leans in for a kiss.
Jungkook’s had enough teasing. His hands grip your thighs, cursing when he feels your wetness on your skin. He slowly rubs your clit, his dark hooded gaze on yours.
“Fuck, baby,” he curses as he moves his fingers downward and slowly slides them inside you. He watches you closely; loves the way your eyes flutter shut and your teeth sink into your bottom lip as he curls his fingers and rubs your clit with his thumb.
“Kook,” you moan when he goes faster, slipping a little deeper just to watch you tremble. “Fuck me.”
You’re tired of waiting. You’ve wanted this since before you shared your first kiss and now being naked in his bed is becoming too much. You’ve dreamed of this time and time again and it’s about to become a reality if Jungkook can stop teasing you and just split you open.
You’ll beg, plead, and cry if you have to just for a taste of him. Just for a moment of sweet bliss.
“Please,” you beg as your hands palm over his cock in his pajama pants. You’re quick to tug them downward and Jungkook laughs at your excitement. He gets off the bed to kick them off and your mouth waters at the sight of his thick cock as he wraps his hand around it and strokes it.
You bite your bottom lip, watching him intently until you’re getting on your knees and crawling to the edge of the bed.
Jungkook groans when your hand wraps around his length. Your tongue licking the head teasingly. His gaze burns into the top of your head as your lips wrap around him. You relax your jaw as you take him in further, drooling all over yourself as you remind yourself to breathe through your nose.
He feels heavy on your tongue as you open wider. His hands grip your hair hesitantly before you pull off him.
“Don’t be scared,” you giggle. “I won’t break.”
“Fuck,” Jungkook groans as you wrap your lips around him once again. He lets you find your pace, not pushing too deep before he’s guiding you. Your hand rolls his balls while the other strokes him.
“Just like that. Fuck,” Jungkook throws his head back, the mood lamp illuminates the room, accentuating the veins in his neck, and he curses again. You moan around him, slurping as you get messy, bobbing up and down, gagging on his fat cock while Jungkook loses his mind over your pretty lips.
He pulls on your hair, using it to fuck your mouth until your nose presses to his abdomen. You choke, pulling off him to catch your breath.
“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” Jungkook tongues his lip ring as he takes you in. You’re breathing heavily trying to catch your breath. Your hair is mussed from him tugging on it, and your lips are smeared with spit and his pre-cum. You look beautiful.
Jungkook leans forward, kissing you. All teeth and tongue, unable to resist how gorgeous you look in that moment.
It’s not too long before you’re back on the bed with your legs spread wide open for him, begging for his cock once again.
“So needy,” Jungkook coos as he strokes himself, the fat head of his cock brushing your clit.
“Please,” you whimper, trying to raise your hips in hopes that he’ll just slide right in. “Fuck.”
Jungkook bites his lip. He’s never seen anyone so desperate for his dick. It makes him throb as he teases your entrance and a whine of his name escapes you, nails digging into his back.
“Don’t make me find someone else,” you huff.
Jungkook rolls his eyes as he kisses your jaw, trailing upward to your ear before taking the lobe between his teeth.
“They can’t fuck you as good as I will,” he laughs cockily.
You arch into him, lips meeting his in a needy kiss as he slides into you. The stretch is wonderful. Stars illuminate your vision as Jungkook’s lips muffle the moan that threatens to wake the whole house.
The two of you have managed to keep the noises down to a reasonable level but Jungkook knows his luck might run out if he gets too carried away. Shit, he should have waited until he had you to himself at his apartment or even your dorm.
“Gotta be quiet, baby. Or I’ll have to stop,” Jungkook whispers as he sinks in further. “You don’t want me to stop, do you?”
“No, please don’t stop. Koo,” you press your lips to his shoulder as he goes deeper, gripping your thighs with his large hands. He settles between your legs perfectly, cursing at the ceiling at how warm and wet you feel wrapped around him. It’s better than he could have ever imagined.
Jungkook grabs both of your legs, throwing them over his left shoulder as he pummels into you.
Tears flow down your cheeks. The pleasure is too overwhelming, lighting your body ablaze with each deep thrust that rewards you.
“So tight,” Jungkook grunts as his hair falls over his eyes. He pushes it back with his tattooed hand before moving it down to grope your breast, his fingers rolling your nipple just to listen to the sweet cries that escape you.
You tighten around him, soaking his cock as you cover your mouth with your hand.
Jungkook smiles, fucking you deeper, harder. Your cunt clings to him, thighs shaking as he holds your legs to his chest. His lips press a kiss to your calf before you dig your nails into the sheets beneath you, beyond ruined.
The creaking of the mattress is louder than Jungkook would like, but you look like you’re about to combust. His name leaves your lips in quick succession, nearly panting as tears roll down your cheeks, leaving behind stains as you bite your hand to keep from screaming his name as you tighten around him when you cum.
Jungkook fucks you slower, eyes focused on where your bodies connect. He waits for you to calm down, leaning forward to kiss your lips.
“Can you go for one more?” Jungkook asks in between kisses, your tongue meeting his as he cups your face.
“Yes,” you answer honestly, wanting more of him.
Jungkook kisses you one more time, moaning into the kiss as you clench around his cock. He nearly growls when you do it again, moving your hips against his.
“Let me get you on your hands and knees, darling,” Jungkook says as he pulls out of you and you whine at the loss.
Jungkook chuckles. “Easy, doll. You’ll have my ego growing bigger.”
You laugh, flipping him off. Jungkook laughs, leaning forward to gently nibble on your finger before you rip it out of his mouth.
Smirking, Jungkook helps you onto your knees as you plant your hands on the bed, arching your back.
Jungkook runs his tattooed hand over your back, gently slapping your ass just to watch it jiggle. He couldn’t lie, seeing you in jeans made his mouth water and there were a few times he had to excuse himself after staring at it for too long.
“Kook,” you say his name in a wanton tone that makes him melt.
Your eyes lock and he smiles as he grabs your ass in both hands, spreading you open for him. Your face grows hot as you turn around, unable to handle the dark lust-filled gaze he rewarded you with.
Jungkook doesn’t waste any more time as he lines himself up at your entrance, cursing when you welcome him easily.
His hands grip your hips tightly, almost enough to bruise. His name rolls off your tongue. You nearly drool when he reaches places others have only dreamed of.
You're so warm, so wet. It nearly drives him insane as he spears you on his cock. You’re soaking him, absolutely drenching him, and ruining him for anyone else. You’re the only one he wants, the only one he could ever want, and as he throws his head back in pleasure, he loses himself to thoughts he’d only shared with Yoongi.
“Fuck, baby,” Jungkook growls, gripping your ass as he continues to fuck you. He cards his hand through his hair, feeling sweat bead on his brow as you grow restless and fuck yourself on his dick.
“Just like that, baby. Use me. Use my cock. Fuck,” Jungkook groans as you fuck yourself on him, panting and moaning. He can see you biting down on his pillow, cunt pulsing around him as you scream into the pillow trying to keep quiet.
Jungkook watches you for another moment or two before he’s slamming into you. You cry out, face buried in his pillow as he grabs handfuls of your hips and ass, unable to decide what to use to anchor himself as he fills you again and again.
“Fuck, darling. You feel so good wrapped around me,” Jungkook grunts as his eyes flutter shut. His body tingles all over, and your moans are growing in octaves despite the pillow clenched between your teeth soaked with spit and tears.
The obscene smacking of your coupling is almost too loud but Jungkook can’t be damned to give a single fuck as you clench around him, nearly milking his cock. He moans your name and curses as you tighten around him, moaning incoherently as you orgasm once again. Your poor legs shake as you ride it out, sobbing unintelligibly into the bed as praises you.
“Want to fuck you full of my cum, baby,” Jungkook can’t help himself as he thrusts in deeper. He’s so close. His lip is caught between his teeth as you fuck yourself weakly on his cock, your body still tingling.
“Please, do it,” you spur him on as you clench around him, tempting him.
“Baby!”
“Jungkook!”
“Gonna fill you up until you’re dripping. Gonna fuck it all back into you, baby. Make you think of me all day.” Jungkook curses as you meet each of his thrusts, his fingers finding your sensitive clit as you muffle a wail of his name in your hand.
“Come on, love. Just one more for me, pretty girl,” Jungkook encourages as he nears the edge. He curses, losing himself as he fills you, and you tighten around him, soaking him and the sheets. A whimper escapes you as you fall forward on the bed, utterly spent.
Jungkook exhales deeply as he fills you to the brim before pulling out. He’s tempted to spread your legs and set them on his broad shoulders, lick you clean, and put you to bed.
But you’re spent, eyes barely open as you reach for him.
Jungkook kisses you gently. “Gotta clean you up, babe.”
You groan, legs already feeling sore. Jungkook helps you out of bed. He puts a shirt on you and opens his bedroom door as quietly as possible. He peeks into the hallway, making sure the coast is clear before he leads you to the bathroom.
Jungkook made sure you were steady enough to not fall before he ran to the room to change the sheets and pillowcases. By the time you’re back, he’s in a pair of boxers.
“Get in bed, babe,” he instructs as he helps you in and tucks you in. “I’ll be right back.”
You watch him go, waiting for him and smiling when he comes back a few minutes later with some water. He lets you drink a bit before he gets into bed beside you.
You curl into him, still unsure of what all this means, but you don’t care much when he wraps you up in his arms and holds you close.
“Sleep well, darling.”
Christmas morning passes in a whirlwind of breakfast and movies. Lots of stories from Jungkook’s childhood; few you heard from the man himself and more from his parents. Jungkook grows embarrassed soon, but nothing beats the flush on his cheeks when his mother pulls out the photo albums. Lunch came and passed with more stories and photos as Jungkook hid his face on your shoulder.
It’s not until after dinner that you’re all gathered in the living room with Minji and the Jeons.
“Come here, dear,” Minji pats the spot beside her as she holds a large pink photo album in her lap. One she brought for your arrival.
Jungkook sits on the arm of the couch next to you, curious eyes on the album as Minji opens it and takes out two envelopes.
One she hands to Jungkook and the other to you.
You’re confused. The family had exchanged gifts just after dinner with good wishes and warm coffee and cookies. Wrapping paper and gift bags still littered the living room floor.
“The two of you are so good together,” Minji comments as Jungkook kisses the top of your head. “I had this same talk with Saraí and Seojun when he first brought her home. Same with your father and your mother, and now you.”
Minji places a hand on yours. “I first met Jungkook’s grandfather at the Christmas parade in town. Oh, we couldn’t stand each other one bit!”
Jungkook chuckles as he listens to his grandmother.
“We were assigned the same parade float, and I swear that man was as stubborn as a mule! He wanted goats instead of reindeer, fireworks instead of candles, and he wanted me to be Santa! He said he’d be an elf! He was over six feet tall! An elf!” Minji shakes her head as she points to a photo of her as an elf and who you assume to be Jungkook’s grandfather as Santa.
“I arm wrestled him for it!” Minji exclaims proudly. “In front of his friends, and I won fair and square! I grew up with three brothers.”
You laugh as she turns the page, and Minji sits with her brothers. They all smile in the photo and make silly faces.
“I thought he’d be embarrassed that I beat him. But I got my way. I stood my ground and he claimed that’s when he knew I was the one for him,” Minji continues as she flips the page and runs her fingers over her wedding photo.
Tears pool in your eyes as you look at Jungkook. He looks like he’s about to cry, and guilt fills your chest.
“That man gave me a wonderful life. Beautiful children and cute grandkids. I miss him every day. Stubborn man he was, but there was nothing we couldn’t get through together.” Minji wipes a stray tear before smiling fondly.
“Anyway,” she sniffles as she sets the album on the coffee table.
“I wanted to give you two something special to get you started. I know you haven’t been together for too long, but Jungkook looks at you the way his grandfather looked at me and you the way I looked at him. I know it deep in my soul that you two belong together.” Minji smiles warmly as she takes your hand and Jungkook’s. “Be good to each other.”
You wipe a few tears and look at Jungkook. He opens the envelope, and it holds a photo of a home (not an apartment) with the address written on the back and a small gold key.
You can’t do this.
Not anymore.
The Jeons have welcomed you with open arms and all you’ve done is lie to them. Guilt washes over you in waves as you force yourself not to cry. This is wrong.
You hand the envelope back to Minji before rising to your feet. Your heart pounds in your chest, nearly deafening you as you try (and fail) to steel yourself.
“We lied,” you state, wringing your hands in front of you.
Jungkook frowns as he hands his envelope back to Minji. Guilt bubbles deep in his belly, and he knows this has gone too far. He should have never gone on with this scheme. Conning his grandmother? He felt terrible. He should have told the truth from the beginning.
“We aren’t a couple,” Jungkook admits, feeling the confused stares of his family. “We lied to you all.”
Aera and Dae stare at their youngest son and then at you.
Minji shakes her head.
“I lied,” Jungkook continues as he takes your hand. “She had nothing to do with it. I begged her to help me. I’m so sorry, Grandmother Jeon.”
Seojun stares with furrowed brows as Saraí places her hand on his shoulder. He couldn’t fathom why his little brother would lie.
“I thought Grandmother Jeon would give me an apartment or something if she thought I was seeing someone seriously like Seojun.” Jungkook hangs his head in shame. “The lie kept growing and growing until I was too embarrassed to tell the truth. I never meant to hurt anyone. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not all his fault, Grandmother Jeon,” you said as you squeezed his hand. “I agreed to help. You’ve all been so welcoming, and I didn’t have a place to go for the holidays, and I agreed. We never intended to harm anyone. We’re both so sorry.”
Minji laughs from her seat, surprising Aera and Dae.
“I know all about your little scheme,” Minji laughs, shaking her head as if this were the most comical thing she has witnessed. “Jimin’s grandmother hits the slot machines with me, and that boy sure loves to open his mouth. I’ve known since I arrived, honey.”
“Jungkook! Why would you lie? You know you could have told us anything!” Aera crosses her arms as she scolds her son.
“I just felt pressured,” Jungkook admits, and his mother sinks. “I hadn’t dated in a while, and I know you’d like to see me married like Seojun, but it just seemed like this is what everyone wanted from me.”
“Son,” Dae approaches him, hugging him. “We know we can be a little pushy, and I promise you will no longer feel pressured to settle down. We just got excited over Seojun. We wanted you to have the same happiness and partnership he and Saraí do.”
“Your father’s right,” Aera nods as she hugs Jungkook. “Oh, my baby! I’m so sorry for pressuring you! I just worry about you being alone so far away.”
“I’m fine, mom. I’ve got friends, and now I have her.” Jungkook reaches for you once his parents release him from their hugs.
Aera hugs you. “I’m so sorry for all this. We enjoy having you here. You’ve made our son and family so happy with your presence. It’s been a joy getting to know you and seeing how happy you’ve made our Kookie.”
You smile, hugging her tight before Minji hands Jungkook the envelope again.
“That’s yours to do as you please,” she states as she hands you your envelope.
You open it and gasp when you see two tickets to a resort you’ve wanted to go to. They’re dated for Spring Break.
“I’ve got a place down there that you’re welcome to visit during your vacation, but Jimin’s grandmother and I will be busy partying.”
“Mother!” Dae exclaims in shock.
“What? I’m old enough to drink! I’ve been old enough to drink.” she shakes her head with a laugh.
“I can’t accept this.” you try to return it, but Minji won’t take it.
“No takebacks!” She grins as she rises from the couch, and Luna follows her, yapping at her ankles.
“Should we go see the Christmas lights?” Seojun suggests as he rises to his feet and helps Saraí.
The family heads out to join the rest of the neighborhood on a walk. Jimin, Taehyung, Yoongi, Namjoon, Hoseok, and Seokjin join you as you let your families go on ahead without you.
“How’d it go?” Hoseok asks as he shivers, his ears peeking from his beanie.
“Yeah,” Seokjin grins. “Did you get the apartment?”
“Did the plan work?” Taehyung questions.
“Yes,” you say with a wry smile.
“And no.” Jungkook shakes his head.
“Huh?” Yoongi furrows his brows.
“Jimin needs to learn that gossiping with your grandmother can bite you in the butt!” Jungkook hisses as he laces his fingers with yours.
Jimin pales, turning his head and whistling to appear nonchalant.
“Yeah, Min!” You agree with a laugh as Jungkook kisses your cheek.
“I thought she’d forget!” Jimin defends as he gets playfully shoved by his friends. The snow crunches beneath your feet as you continue to walk, the glow of the Christmas lights reflecting on the snow.
“Oh no,” you giggle. “Jimin’s grandmother told Grandmother Jeon.”
“And she knew the moment she stepped into the house,” Jungkook sighed with a shake of his head.
“Whoops!” Jimin laughs.
“So much for ‘Con Jungkook’s Grandma, huh?” Namjoon sighed as a chill ran through him. His scarf fluttered in the light wind as snowflakes fell from the sky.
“Shut up!” Jungkook laughs as he stops to form a snowball.
Seokjin laughs, pulling Yoongi with him as they run away from Jungkook.
Hoseok and Jimin slam into each other in their haste to escape the ricocheting snowball that smacks Namjoon in the chest.
Namjoon curses, forming a snowball as Taehyung runs away, following Yoongi and Seokjin, begging them to protect him.
You laugh as you take off, running with Jungkook as Namjoon hurls a snowball in your direction.
Laughter fills the streets of the neighborhood as more people join the snowball fight while you jog away with Jungkook, holding hands as you hide behind a tree for cover.
You’re pressed to his chest, peeking to see if you’ve been discovered yet, but being so far away from everyone just means silence surrounds you.
The evening is quiet as snow continues to fall, and Jungkook wraps his scarf around you to keep you warm. You’re wearing matching coats, hands warm in your gloves as he pulls you closer.
Everything fades into nothingness as his gaze meets yours. His hand is gentle when he cups your face. His gaze flits to your lips and back to your eyes.
“You know this is the best Christmas I’ve ever had,” Jungkook whispers.
“Me too,” you whisper as you hold his gaze.
“There’s only one thing that would make it better,” Jungkook smiles softly.
“And what’s that?” You ask as you bite your bottom lip.
“If you were mine,” Jungkook said with a dimpled smile. “For real this time.”
“I think I can make that happen,” you tease with a coquette smile. “But only with a kiss.”
Chuckling, Jungkook cups your face. “As you wish, baby.”
Jungkook captures your lips with his own, moaning when your fingers thread in his hair. He kisses you deeply as snowflakes coat your hair and his.
There’s nothing better than kissing Jungkook, your boyfriend. The word makes your heart skip a beat as he deepens the kiss, soft moans escaping the both of you as your lips move in sync.
Jungkook can’t help but be elated. His heart flutters as he realizes this is your first Christmas together. The first of many. He can see his future in your eyes—a home, a marriage, and children running down these streets covered in snow and Christmas lights.
There’s nothing more he could ever want.
When he catches your gaze, a bashful smile appears on your lips as you ask, “What?”
Jungkook shakes his head slightly, “Nothing. Just thinking about next Christmas.”
“Oh, will I be back?” You ask cheekily as he pulls you closer, the laughter of your friends ringing in the background as they grow closer.
“Definitely.” Jungkook seals his promise with a kiss just as your friends arrive, hooting as they circle you.
“Come on, lovebirds,” Namjoon huffs. “Momma Jeon’s got hot chocolate and cookies waiting for us.”
You laugh as Jungkook takes your hand, smiling as his friends race down the sidewalk to be the first on Momma Jeon’s porch. You smile, imagining all your Christmases like this, with your friends and Jungkook at your side.
Before you reach his home, Jungkook stops you just beneath the door frame before pointing up. Mistletoe hangs above your head, and you share a smile. Jungkook gently places his hand on your cheek, his thumb caressing it as he whispers, “Merry Christmas.” before he kisses you.
❄ genre: strangers to lovers, fake dating au, college au, light smut [18+]
❄ summary: Jungkook is in desperate need to find a girlfriend for Christmas. His mom has nagged and nagged about him bringing someone home for the holidays. Determined, Jungkook recruits his friends in hopes of finding the right girl to take home. In need of a place to stay, and no plans for Christmas, you answer his friend’s ad.
You have 25 days to convince not only his parents but his grandmother that you’re in a real relationship, solid enough to get through Christmas with the Jeons.
❄ wc: 15k
❄ warnings: pet names (babe, baby, darling, honey, sweetie, sweetheart), food mention throughout, mention of conning JK's grandmother, allusions to abortion, mention of slot machines, making out, dry humping, sexual thoughts, mention of anxiety
❄ a/n: Don’t miss part 2 of Home for the Holidays! Put your age in your bio so you don’t get blocked please 💜 this is an 18+ blog
❄ date: December 31, 2023
“Your grandmother just gave your brother a brand new house for getting engaged,” Jungkook’s mom states during their weekly phone call.
“What?” Jungkook is astounded at the news, not about his brother, Seojun, being engaged, but getting a home for it.
“Your grandmother is in a giving mood this year, son. Something about not being able to take money with her when she passes,” Jungkook’s mom shrugs on the other end of the line. “I’m sure she’d get you something if you brought someone home for the holidays. Maybe a check for a few grand or an apartment. You never know with her.”
“An apartment? Or money? And all I’d have to do is bring someone home?” Jungkook asks, looking for confirmation.
“Well, not any rando off the street, Jungkook. A girlfriend, boyfriend, partner? Just someone, Jungkook. Someone you’re semi-serious about. Don’t go bringing a Tinder match to our home.”
“Moooom,” Jungkook wipes his face with his hand, embarrassed.
“I’m just saying, I know how much you kids like to hook up. Not in my home though,” Jungkook wonders if he can die from listening to this conversation.
“Anyway, your father is trying to wrap Christmas gifts and cut his hand with the tape dispenser for the third time, so I gotta go. Bring someone home! Use condoms, love you!” Jungkook grimaces, hanging up. He knows his mother meant well, but sometimes she was a bit too much to handle so early in the day.
“A girlfriend?” Jungkook bites his lip, pacing back and forth. He wasn’t seeing anyone at the moment, school taking up most of his time but with only a few short weeks until Christmas, he was hoping his grandmother would come through with some money or something. All he had to do was take someone home for Christmas. How hard could that be?
“Jungkook!” His grandmother wraps him in a tight hug when he stands on his parents’ porch on Thanksgiving. He hugs his grandma back tightly, kissing her cheek as he follows her inside the home.
“Kookie!” His mother greets him with a smile, hugging him before leading him to the kitchen. “Here, eat this.”
Jungkook sighed. Two seconds home, and his mother was already trying to shove food down his throat.
“Mom, I just got here,” he states, but it’s a mistake as his mom puts the appetizer in his mouth.
“Chew, I don’t need you choking,” his mother says as she grabs something else from another plate to place in Jungkook’s mouth.
“Mom,” Jungkook splutters, but his mom waves her hand, dismissing him.
“Hey,” Jungkook’s brother smirks as he relishes in Jungkook’s discomfort. He’d gotten here the day before and was subject to his mom’s need to feed him.
“Has she been like this all day?” Jungkook asks his brother, who nods. “She’s been having me taste test everything since I got here. She’ll probably do the same to Saraí.”
“She’s coming?” Jungkook quirks his head. He’d met Saraí a few times throughout the years, and although he wasn’t super close to her, he thought she was good for Seojun. She had never been one to come for the holidays though, his brother would be the one going to her family’s instead.
“Yes, grandma loves her, and she’s thankful for the house,” Jungkook watches his brother turn and leave abruptly right before their mother appears and pinches Jungkook’s cheeks to get him to open his mouth as she places something in it.
“Chew,” his mother demands and Jungkook does so before she’s tugging him into the dining room and sitting him in a chair. Jungkook knew he was in for a long weekend.
“So,” Grandmother Jeon starts and Jungkook sinks further into his chair. He refuses to look away from the pumpkin pie sitting on his plate, hoping his grandma will overlook him. Unfortunately, that’s not what happens.
“Anyone special in your life?” Jungkook lets the question hang in the air for a moment as sweat beads on his forehead.
Saraí and Seojun are holding hands on the table, her diamond ring sparkling in the light. Jungkook bites his bottom lip as he slowly meets his grandmother’s gaze.
Do it for an apartment. Do it for the apartment, he thinks as he nervously clears his throat. He can feel his palms grow clammy in his lap and he drags them across his thighs on his jeans to dry them.
“Um, yeah,” he answers, lying through his teeth. His parents' low chatter ceases as they look at him with wide eyes. His grandmother and brother do the same. “I’m seeing someone.”
Jungkook loathes having all eyes on him. He looks back at his pumpkin pie, his fork dipping into the whipped cream as his family exchanges surprised looks.
It’s his mom who breaks the silence. “You’re seeing someone? How come you didn’t mention it before?”
Jungkook knows better than to lie to his mother, but Grandmother Jeon is in a generous mood. Her checkbook is already sitting on the table, and from a glance at it, she’s writing a check under his name.
“We didn’t want to tell anyone until we got serious,” Jungkook lies, his cheeks growing warm. He licks his lips, tongue toying with his lip ring.
His brother raises a brow but says nothing. His grandmother hands Jungkook a check for $500.
“When are we meeting them?” She asks as she places her hand on Jungkook’s.
“Maybe for Christmas? They wanted to be with their family for Thanksgiving. But I’ll ask,” Jungkook lies again, sinking further into his chair.
Saraí slams her wedding planning binder on the table, distracting his family. They grow excited as they discuss ideas for the wedding and Saraí locks eyes with Jungkook, winking at him.
At least she had his back, even if she saw right through his lies.
“I’m so fucked,” Jungkook groans on Monday morning in the cafeteria. His friends, Jimin, Taehyung, Yoongi, and Hoseok, eye him curiously.
“How so?” Hoseok asks as he takes a bite of his breakfast burrito.
“I sort of lied to my family over Thanksgiving,” Jungkook sighs heavily. The group of friends is waiting for the class to release so Namjoon and Seokjin, both TAs, can join them. Maybe between the seven of them, they could come up with a plan.
“What did you do?” Yoongi knows this is about to head south. If it were something simple, Jungkook would have asked for help in the group chat instead of gathering them around first thing in the morning after break. Finals were rolling out soon, and they all had busy schedules, so this must be dire.
“Hey guys,” Namjoon waves as Seokjin greets them and takes a seat. Namjoon sits beside him, setting his backpack on the table. “What did we miss?”
Namjoon notes the serious atmosphere, the tension so thick it’s almost stifling.
“Jungkook fucked up Thanksgiving,” Taehyung chirps.
Jungkook sends him a glare accompanied by his middle finger. “I did not.”
“What did you do then?” Seokjin asks as he steals a pancake off Yoongi’s plate. Yoongi smacks Seokjin's hand and then shudders when Seokjin licks the pancake before offering to return it to Yoongi.
“Did you get someone pregnant?” Namjoon pipes up. “Because there are options.”
“What? No!” Jungkook’s eyes are wide as he shakes his head.
“Oh, thank god!” Yoongi sighs in relief. “We have finals coming up.”
“So if you didn’t create a Little Jeon, what is it?” Jimin asks, his head resting on Hoseok’s shoulder.
“I told them I was seeing someone, seriously,” Jungkook admits, licking his lips.
“Ooh,” his friends say in unison.
“Why’d you lie?” Hoseok asks through a mouthful of burrito.
“When’s the last time you even went out on a date?” Seokjin asks as he eyes the remaining pancake on Yoongi’s plate.
“Hey! I’ve dated!” Jungkook exclaims in protest. His friends laugh in response.
“Okay,” Jungkook gives in. “So, maybe it’s been a while.”
“What are you gonna do?” Taehyung looks at Jungkook with genuine curiosity.
“I’ll have to find someone. My grandmother is loaded and gave my brother a house for being engaged. She gave me a check just for being in a relationship. Who knows what I’ll get for dating someone seriously.”
“Being in a nonexistent relationship,” Jimin reminds him and Jungkook sighs, his head hidden in the palms of his hands.
“There’s the dilemma. I said maybe they’d go for Christmas to meet my family and if I don’t have someone on my arm, I can kiss my gift goodbye.”
“Why not take one of us?” Yoongi asks.
“Because my brother knows we all hang out. He’d never believe we were dating, besides he follows all of us on social media. He’d know the truth and you know he can’t keep a secret to save his life,” Jungkook sighs heavily. “Remember when he told my parents about Jimin’s house party.”
Jimin groans. “I was grounded all summer with no phone.”
“Exactly. He’d ruin this for me,” Jungkook huffs. “I need to find someone to pretend to be my partner. Just for the holidays, we can break up when school starts.”
“So operation ‘Con Jungkook’s Grandma’ is a go?” Namjoon asks as he takes notes in his spiral notebook.
“Pfft,” Jungkook splutters. “Don’t say it like that!”
“Well, isn’t that what we’re doing?” Taehyung raises a brow and Jungkook nods in defeat.
“We’ll work on the name later,” Hoseok waves his hand in dismissal. “First, we need to get Jungkook a fake date for Christmas.”
“It has to be convincing,” Seokjin states. “If this is going to work, you’ll have to convince us you’re dating. You won’t pass Grandmother Jeon’s Christmas if you can’t even get through us.”
“Okay,” Jungkook nods in agreement. He could do this. He could totally do this… right?
“Operation ‘Con Jungkook’s Grandma’ is a go!” Namjoon exclaims, ignoring Jungkook’s groan.
“I hate it here.”
Two days later, Jungkook still hasn’t thought of anyone who could help him out. His friends have been drowning in school work and the group chat has been silent.
Namjoon promised to meet up with him later that day for coffee, something about a genius idea for the scheme.
Jungkook feels guilty. He never wanted to con his grandmother, but he knew he probably wouldn’t get an apartment or a home without doing so. Besides, he’d have to admit to his family that he lied and he doesn’t think he could face them. It was bad enough that Saraí had caught on.
Sighing, Jungkook turns back to his work. His presentation has to be perfect by Friday and he’s dragging it out a little too long.
~
“No,” Jungkook huffs in frustration. His friend furrows his brows.
“No?” Namjoon asks for clarification. He looks down at the flyer on the table between them. He bites his lip. He had already plastered them around campus. He thought it was a genius idea.
“Namjoon,” Jungkook groans when he learns of the elder’s action. “Why?”
“You need someone soon,” Namjoon shrugs. “Besides, it’s not like I put your phone number on it. I used Seokjin’s.”
“That’s not-” Jungkook shakes his head, unable to finish his sentence. His face fell into his palms as he muffled a frustrated scream that earned him a few odd gazes from the patrons in the coffee shop. He doesn’t seem to notice or care.
Jungkook looks at the flyer again, rereading it:
Girlfriend (or boyfriend) for hire! Must be available to join me and my family for Christmas break. You will be paid with free lunch during the rest of the semester and cash upon completion. Must be okay with holding hands, kissing, and some mild PDA. It is a ruse for my family. Serious inquiries only. Text below.
“Couldn’t you have worded it better?” Jungkook sighs. “It comes off a little desperate.”
“You are desperate,” Namjoon deadpans.
Jungkook bites back a retort. He waves his hand in defeat. “Fine, it’s already around campus.”
“Kim Namjoon!” Seokjin’s voice cuts through the coffee shop. Namjoon’s eyes widen and he grabs his backpack, his long legs taking him to the other exit as Seokjin chases him with a flyer in his hand and threatens to do ungodly things to him for using his phone number.
Jungkook shakes his head, his coffee in his hands.
What a mess this has turned out to be.
“Jimin!” You shout as you slam your bookbag on the table you’ve claimed as yours.
Jimin waves as he approaches, ignoring the glares of the other students now continuing their search for a table.
“I’m so stressed over this final,” Jimin says as he takes a chair beside you before setting his backpack on the empty one beside him.
“Same,” you reply. “I went over the review seven times and it still feels like I know nothing.”
“Do you want to compare answers?” Jimin asks as he scoots closer to you, his review squished next to yours.
“I can’t wait for the holidays,” you groan as you compare answers and curse when you see you got a different answer than Jimin did.
“Doing anything fun?” Jimin grabs his eraser, handing it to you. You take it with a “thanks” and erase your answer. You know well enough that Jimin is rarely wrong with numbers.
“No, I’m staying on campus. My family lives far away and plane tickets are ridiculous,” you answer, ignoring the sadness that bubbles up in your chest.
“You know you’re welcome to come home with me and Taehyung,” Jimin offers. “Jungkook and Namjoon also live in our neighborhood, so you’ll have familiar faces around.”
You smile. You had met a few of Jimin’s friends throughout the year of your friendship. They were sweet and a little chaotic, but there was a lot of love between them. You had never hung out with them one-on-one without Jimin, but maybe it was something you should consider.
“I’ll think about it. Thanks, Jimin,” you take your pencil and allow him to explain how he got his answer and you immediately find where you went wrong. You were so ready for this class to be over and done with.
~
After a long study session with Jimin, you head to the coffee shop. You pick a table by the window, watching the snow fall gently while Jimin grabs your usual order.
Besides you, the bulletin board has random advertisements. Some are selling books, some looking for roommates, and one catches your gaze.
You rip it off the board, eyeing the red and pink hearts. You giggle when you read through it, showing it to Jimin the moment he sets your drinks and pastries down on the table.
“Look at this,” you grin as he reads it.
Jimin rubs the back of his neck. “I know who’s ad this is.”
“Really?” Your eyes widen at the promise of gossip. “Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!”
Jimin chuckles as you nearly bounce out of your seat. He shakes his head. This was why the two of you got along so well.
“You remember my friend Jungkook? Tall, long emo hair, piercings, and full tattoo sleeve?”
“And thighs to die for, yes. I remember,” you sigh. Okay, maybe you had a tiny crush on him. So what?
Jimin stares at you, smiling like the Grinch, and it sends a shiver down your spine.
“What?” You pick at your pastry to avoid his gaze.
“I just thought of a way to solve your problem and Jungkook’s,” Jimin explains as he sips his gingerbread latte.
“How?”
“You can be Jungkook’s fake girlfriend!” Jimin says in a duh tone.
“Jimin, that’s absurd! I barely even know him!” You protest, shaking your head.
“So? He’s a good guy. He’s just in a tough spot right now. Plus, we’d be able to hang out every day and you wouldn’t be here by yourself.” Jimin’s tone softens as his hand is placed over yours. He truly cares about you just as you did for him and you couldn’t help the tears that welled in your eyes.
“Okay, but only if he’s okay with it,” you give in. “And I want my meals and money.”
“Done! I’ll give him your number! You won’t regret this, babe. His parents always cook the best meals and his brother is a master with dessert!” Jimin nearly moans at the thought of Christmas dinner.
You laugh, shaking your head and drinking your hot chocolate.
Perhaps you were in over your head, but the thought of not being alone for weeks on end seemed like a good idea. You’d also have Jimin and his friends around and maybe you could get to know Jungkook better.
Or it could all fall apart and blow up in your face.
[unknown]: hello, is this Jimin’s friend?
[you]: I mean, I have a name
[unknown]: this is Jungkook
[unknown]: I’m sorry, of course, I know your name
[Jungkook]: I just got nervous, sorry
[you]: I assume Jimin filled you in?
[Jungkook]: he did, thank you so much
[Jungkook]: can we meet in person to discuss this? I’m not very good at texting
[you]: sure, meet me in the cafeteria
~
Jungkook wipes his palms on his jeans for the third time in the past five minutes. His hair made his forehead sweat and his lips were red from how much he was biting them. He didn’t know why he was so nervous. It’s not like you were a stranger to him or he to you, but the two of you had never had one one-on-one time.
What if you were just kidding?
Jimin had assured him you were down to be his fake girlfriend, but what if you changed your mind? He hadn’t been having much luck despite Joon’s advertisement scattered around campus, and Seokjin was planning on changing his phone number tomorrow afternoon.
This whole thing was a mess. Perhaps it wasn’t too late to call his mom and explain.
However, the check had cleared already and he’d already used some of it for Christmas gifts.
Jungkook was in over his head. This whole thing was a disaster waiting to happen.
Just when he’s about to turn around and head out, he spots you.
Smiling, he feels relieved that you showed up. You’re wearing your favorite sweater, a pretty cerulean one with white snowflakes and an adorable snowman on the front.
From what Jungkook can recall, you’re quite fond of snowmen. You find them adorable. Maybe he knows you a little better than he thought and this could turn out okay.
“Hi!” you chirp, waving as you reach him. You clutch your backpack tighter as you take him in. How is it possible for him to look so good?
“Hey, thanks for coming,” he says genuinely.
“Sure! Jimin kind of filled me in earlier but I would like a little more info on what I’m getting myself into,” you state, your fingers twiddling the strap of your backpack.
“Of course,” Jungkook nods, smiling just enough for you to notice the cute mole under his lip.
However, before the two of you can continue your conversation, music booms loudly over the speakers in the cafeteria.
Try as he might, Jungkook can’t hear you over the music and suggests heading to the cafe instead. You agree as you follow him, wondering if the silence between you is as awkward for him as it was for you.
Minutes later, the two of you have your drinks and are sitting in the nearly empty cafe. You’re thankful for the warmth of your hot cocoa and a quieter atmosphere.
“So,” you start, clearing your throat. “Tell me about your plan.”
Jungkook can feel the heat rise to his cheeks. He avoids your gaze, focusing on the mug of coffee in front of him.
“I need a fake girlfriend for Christmas,” Jungkook finally says, just above a whisper. He can’t bring himself to meet your eyes, so he fiddles with the handle of the mug.
“I told my family I was in a serious relationship and if I don’t show up with someone, they’ll know I lied,” Jungkook finished.
“Would that be so bad?” You ask, trying to get more information out of him, but it’s clear his embarrassment is holding him back.
Swallowing thickly, Jungkook nods. “I just, I don’t usually lie to my parents about stuff like this, but my brother just got engaged and my grandmother gave him a house…”
“So you're wondering what she’ll give you if I show up on your arm?” You finish for him after he trails off.
Jungkook nods. He takes a sip of his drink to buy himself some time and to prepare for the rejection. He knew it was a dumb idea.
“And your family is okay with me staying there until break ends or you come home?” You inquire.
“Yeah, they’ll give you a room and everything, and of course, I’ll pay you,” Jungkook said. Were you seriously considering this?
“What do you need me to do? Lay it out for me, Kook.”
“It’s pretty simple,” Jungkook bites his lip. He reaches for his backpack on the chair beside him and takes out a notebook and pen. “We need my friends to believe we’re dating, even though they know the plan. They’ll help us prepare for Christmas break. We need my family to believe we’re dating and we may need to hold hands and stuff to prove it. We can’t be awkward around each other if this is going to work.”
“Sounds simple enough,” you agree with a nod.
“We can set up a schedule to get to know each other more and maybe take some photos together,” Jungkook suggests.
“Sure, just don’t forget to feed me,” you tease with a smile.
Jungkook chuckles. “I won’t forget.”
“Cool,” you grin as you finish your drink. “I’d love to stay and chat longer, but I have to study. I’ve got a test tomorrow.”
“Oh, yeah. Don’t let me keep you. I’ll text you later with the details.”
“Okay,” you gather your belongings and Jungkook carefully grabs your wrist.
You raise a brow in question.
“We should probably take a picture together for our lock screen,” he explains as he holds up his phone.
You nod, standing beside him as he takes a picture of the two of you.
“I’ll send it to you tonight,” he promises as you wave and leave the cafe.
Was this insane enough to work?
Saturday morning comes quickly, especially when your phone is ringing on your nightstand right by your head.
Groaning, you reach over for it, only to see Jungkook’s name on your screen. It takes a second to answer, eyes fluttering shut as you grunt.
“Good morning,” Jungkook chirps and you grunt again.
Jungkook chuckles. “Sorry, I guess you’re not a morning person.”
“Hmm.”
“Are you free today? I was thinking we could get together for some fake dating stuff.” Jungkook bites his bottom lip nervously. He knew asking last minute probably wasn’t the most ideal, but the rest of the week had slipped by him in a haze.
The only time he had seen you was for a few minutes to buy you lunch and dinner in the cafeteria, but it didn’t leave any time for scheming.
“Jungkook,” you groan his name as you roll onto your back to stare at the ceiling. “It’s ass o’clock in the morning on a Saturday.”
“It’s almost 10, Sleeping Beauty,” Jungkook giggles and your icy demeanor starts to melt. How could you be mad at him?
Sighing, you rub your eyes with your free hand. “All right, what’s the plan?”
“How about lunch and a photoshoot?”
“A photoshoot?” You repeat, befuddled.
“Yeah,” Jungkook chuckles nervously. He feels dumb suggesting it now, but if he wanted to make this look legit, pictures as proof were needed, as kindly Taehyung reminded him just last night. “You know, as proof?”
“Proof?” You yawn as you ask but sit up in bed. “Fine, but I’m owed lunch and ice cream after.”
“Okay! Jimin and Hoseok will be at your dorm in thirty minutes and we’ll meet up with Tae in the quad.”
“Wait, why?”
“To take pictures,” Jungkook explains.
“No,” you shake your head. “Why are they coming over?”
“Oh,” Jungkook laughs, smiling to himself. “They’re gonna pick out your outfits.”
“What exactly did I sign up for?” You mutter to yourself, but Jungkook ignores it.
“See you then! Bye!” And the call ends without you getting a last word in.
“Time to get up, I guess,” you grumble as you set your phone on the nightstand and pull the covers off you. You curse Jungkook when a shiver runs down your spine and you shuffle into your bathroom for a hot shower.
-
Thirty minutes later, Hoseok and Jimin are at your door with bright grins.
You knew Hoseok was studying fashion design. It’s no surprise when he beelines it to your closet the moment pleasantries are exchanged. He digs in your drawers, tossing things on your bed as Jimin grabs a duffel bag.
“Hey!” you protest when a shirt hits your head.
“Sorry!” Hoseok apologizes hastily as he plans five outfits and a swimsuit.
Jimin helps dry your hair, chatting your ear off as he helps you lay out your makeup on your desk, smiling at the kitty-shaped mirror that sits on it. “Thank you for helping Jungkook. He’s been stressing about this since Thanksgiving.”
“It’s not the best situation to be in,” you say as you put eyeshadow primer on your eyelid. Hoseok hums to himself as he takes photos with his Polaroid camera of your outfits and sends the images to Yoongi and Jungkook.
“He just puts his foot in his mouth,” Jimin defends his best friend and you wave him away.
“I didn’t mean it in a bad way. Besides, I’m happy to help and spend the holidays with you. It gets lonely being on campus when nobody else is.”
Jimin wraps himself around you, squeezing you tight. “You never have to worry about being alone as long as we’re around, okay?”
You swallow thickly, blinking away the hot tears that pool in your eyes. “Thanks, Jimin.”
“Don’t mention it,” he chirps as he wipes your tears and helps you do your makeup.
Jungkook wrings his hands as he paces back and forth. Taehyung has taken the liberty of setting up his equipment in the quad. Seeing as it’s a Saturday, there are not many people around even when finals are coming up. It gives you some kind of privacy.
Seokjin and Namjoon are sitting down nearby, sharing snacks and laughing at another inside joke. Jungkook wishes he could be as carefree as them, but this will be the first time he’ll have to touch you. He knows you agreed, but he’s terrified of making this situation more awkward than it has to be.
Yoongi has given up on reassuring him. Instead, he busies himself, adjusting the lighting and taking orders from Taehyung.
Since Hoseok texted the group chat that the three of you were on the way, he’s begun pacing back and forth. Nobody has attempted to soothe him since Yoongi tried. They mind their business, happy to be supportive from the sidelines.
Oh.
You’re here.
Jungkook feels his heart skip a beat. You look gorgeous.
You laugh at something Jimin says. He’s always been the best at easing any tension. He’s glad he’s your friend as well.
Perhaps you could come out of this as friends come January.
“Hey!” you wave as Hoseok carries your duffel bag over to Yoongi and Taehyung. The three of them stand together discussing the photoshoot.
There are a few key photos they can do today if the weather cooperates. Taehyung is amazing at editing, so he can change anything to make it seem like they were taken a while back instead of all on the same day.
Yoongi took the liberty of editing Jungkook’s Instagram posts, figuring his brother wouldn’t notice too much if a few photos were removed or added.
“Let’s get this show on the road!” Taehyung shouts, clapping his hands and getting into photographer mode. You jump, hurrying to Jungkook’s side with a shy smile.
Taehyung briefly says hello as he arranges the two of you for the first photoshoot. They look like selfies from the angle of his camera. You worry you’re breathing too loudly when you stand too close to Jungkook, but he’s worried about his own body to notice yours.
Taehyung moves your hands to Jungkook’s shoulders, and you hide your smile on his shoulder as his hands go to your waist.
Your friends watch from the sidelines. The only one who approaches you is Jimin when your hair has gone astray or to feed you snacks in between.
Taehyung will have plenty to work with once he’s in his room editing. He moves on to the next shoot and Jimin follows you to the bathroom, waiting outside with Hoseok as you change into the next outfit.
“Wow!” Hoseok breathes as Jimin grins.
“Jungkook’s gonna lose it.”
“Shut up,” you laugh as you follow them back to the photoshoot. You go stand beside Yoongi, who is fixing a light. He smiles when he sees you, pulling you into a hug.
“You look amazing!” he compliments, and you hush him.
Jungkook approaches with rose-tinted cheeks. He takes in your outfit, your shirt and coat match his. You wear a skirt and thigh-high socks with a chunky pair of Mary Janes.
“Wow!” he breathes without meaning to.
He looks hot in his coat, his hair ruffled by the wind, and his lips glossy from his chapstick. Taehyung is quick to move the two of you closer. He takes a few shots, calling Jimin over with Namjoon to make the two of you laugh. You’re giggling when the camera goes off. Taehyung knows he’ll have to keep up with the two of you to make sure photos keep coming. You’re instructed to take pictures together, and your friends also doing so to upload them on their feeds.
“And kiss,” Taehyung demands from behind the camera.
You and Jungkook exchange wry looks.
Taehyung looks up from his camera, wondering what’s taking the both of you so long.
“Hello?” he waves. “Kiss.”
Seokjin steps up beside Taehyung. “You have kissed, right?”
“Um…” Jungkook looks at you for help.
“Uh… you see…” you trail off.
“You haven’t?” Seokjin sighs, running a hand over his face in exasperation. “Yoongi!”
“What?!” Yoongi shouts in response.
“They haven’t kissed! Fix it!” Seokjin whines as he stomps his foot.
“Way to make this awkward,” Jungkook mutters.
“Namjoon!” Yoongi yells, and Namjoon looks at him with wide eyes, wiping nacho cheese flavoring on his jeans.
“Take them to the hall,” Yoongi instructs.
Namjoon nods as he motions for the two of you to follow him into the building. He stands with his back to you and Jungkook.
You bite your lip, looking down at your shoes. Jungkook is tugging on his pants. He refuses to look at you, but he knows if he takes much longer, Taehyung and his fury will envelop you.
“We don’t have to,” Jungkook assures you.
“No, no. I want to,” you reassure him as you step closer to him. You ignore the thundering of your heart as you wrap your arms around his neck. Jungkook grips your waist in his large hands, squeezing your sides as he leans in to meet you halfway.
When your lips meet his, fireworks go off behind your eyelids. You melt into him, gripping him tighter as your lips move with his. It’s better than you could have ever imagined, your lips tingling from his kiss as flashes go off in the distance.
Taehyung has captured your first kiss without you knowing, but that’s a problem for another day as Jungkook cradles your head, pressing you against the wall. His lips are like fire, burning you to your core as you pull him closer, your body pressed to his as his tongue slips past your lips and your knees buckle from his kiss.
A moan escapes you, your hands gripping his shirt tightly for some sense of balance as you kiss him deeper. Your other hand cards through his hair, the coldness of his lip rings pressing to your fiery hot lips, making you melt into a puddle as the camera goes off repeatedly.
“Fuck,” Jungkook curses when you come up for air.
You giggle as you pull him into a hug. “Way to break the awkwardness.”
Jungkook laughs, shaking his head. “Thanks for this, darling.”
“No problem, babe.”
The photo shoot ends an hour later. Jungkook keeps his promise to buy you lunch when he invites you over to Namjoon and Seokjin’s apartment.
You share a pizza, sneaking away to his apartment next door for dessert. He hands you a Snickers ice cream bar, that you down with several moans and beg for more.
He obliges, thanking you for your participation tonight.
“No worries. I’m looking forward to Christmas with you and Jimin,” you state as you lick your ice cream.
“Really?”
“Of course,” you state as you finish your ice cream, tossing your wrapper into the trashcan. “I get lonely around the holidays.”
“Well, you won’t have to anymore.”
~
Schedules have been handed out on Monday when you returned to class. Professors are cracking down, urging you to review the material, some heavily hinting at what will be on the exam, others handing out a review sheet that will be the same as the exam except with the numbers changed, and some wishing you luck with a sinister grin.
Jungkook has set up a study date for tomorrow. He wants to compare schedules while getting to know you. His time is limited until all the exams are done and grades are posted, but his visit home is also weighing heavily on his shoulders.
The two of you spent the weekend sharing TikToks and memes, following each other on socials and hoping his brother wasn’t as big of a snoop as Jungkook seemed to claim. This would only work if he could be fooled because his parents never spent time online unless they absolutely had to. Often, Jungkook had to reset his mom’s passwords because she would forget and get locked out. She didn’t even know the password to her email and his dad just piggybacked on his wife’s account.
Grandmother Jeon just video-called him and Seojun, seeing as she spent most of her time chatting with friends, gardening, or at the slot machines. She didn’t care too much to learn how to scroll through everything, and honestly, just being able to use YouTube and text was enough for her.
When you find Jungkook at the cafe, he’s humming to himself as he writes something down in his notebook. He taps his foot quietly, ignoring the buzz of the surrounding customers. His backpack sits on the chair across from him, to deter anyone from taking a seat.
“Hey,” you greet him with a smile, ignoring the fluttering in your chest. Heat rises to your cheeks as your eyes lock on his lips. He’s playing with his lip ring, a habit you’ve noticed as of late. You remember the kiss you shared over the weekend. You haven’t stopped thinking about it and it adds to your nervousness and giddiness. Maybe you were over your head, but the kiss you shared felt nice. You were looking forward to kissing him again, feeling his hand cup your face gently as his lips pressed against yours.
“Hey,” he smiles bashfully. He moves his backpack off the chair for you to sit.
“How are you?” You ask as you sit down, unzipping your bag to take your book out and a purple notebook. You’re dreading exam week, knowing you won’t be able to relax until everything is said and done.
You still need to set up a study date with Jimin for the classes you share, and you hope it goes smoothly.
“Stressed,” Jungkook chuckles as he taps his pencil on the table before setting it down. “Finals always suck the life out of me.”
“Same,” you sigh as you open your book. “But then we’ll be off for a few weeks.”
“I’m looking forward to Christmas dinner. My mom makes the best dishes. Ugh, you’re gonna love it,” Jungkook assures you.
You bite back a smile. He looks adorable, his eyes sparkling.
“Are you sure your family won’t mind if I stay with you? I could ask Jimin if I can crash at his place,” you offer.
“Trust me, they’ll be more than happy to have you stay with us. Don’t even worry about it,” Jungkook smiles as he taps his pencil again.
Relief fills you, but you still worry about making a good impression. Despite this being a farce, you don’t want his parents to detest you.
Perhaps you’ll bring it up after finals. There’s no need to add more stress for Jungkook when his brows are furrowed and his lips look like they’ve seen better days from how much he’s biting them.
Before you can second guess yourself, you lean forward and slowly press your thumb to his bottom lip until his teeth release it. You don’t say a word as you move your thumb away, smiling instead as you turn to your studies.
Jungkook blushes, staring at you for a moment too long before he buries his face in his book. His hand scribbles notes into his notebook, but he finds it rather hard to concentrate. He’s been thinking about the kiss you shared on Saturday. He can’t stop thinking about it and he knows it’s just part of the act, but he’s been in over his head since Jimin introduced you.
At first, he thought you and Jimin were an item. Probably crushing on each other, but soon it was obvious Jimin saw you as a friend and nothing else. The two of you fought like siblings, tackling each other for the last soda, tickling each other until one of you almost peed your pants, and arm wrestling over the last slice of pizza, only for Seokjin to call seniority and scoop it out of the box before either of you could fight him for it.
You brought chaos to their friend-group, so you fit right in. Jungkook was shy. He kept to himself until he felt comfortable enough to open up, and he wished now more than ever that he’d done so before this whole debacle. Maybe it would be easier to move from friends to fake dating. He hopes there’s no awkwardness between this once it’s said and done.
An hour turns into two, and soon the two of you are putting your books away. Jungkook places an order for dinner and you eat together.
“I like their chicken salad croissants,” you gush as you take another bite. “They’re the best on campus.”
“Have you been to the Cupcake Boutique in town? They have the best cupcakes. The woman who owns the shop is so sweet.”
“I don’t think I’ve been there, but if they have a chocolate cupcake, I’m down.” You smile.
“You’ll love them! I’ll take you once we get to my parents' house. Jimin will probably tag along. He can eat a dozen at once if he wants to.” Jungkook shakes his head.
“Hmm, maybe we can have a cupcake-eating contest,” you joke, and Jungkook guffaws.
“I don’t think you’d make it out alive. Jimin is very competitive,” he chuckles.
Once you finish eating, Jungkook helps clean up the table before offering to walk you to your dorm.
“I’ll see you later this week. We can study again and get to know each other more. I have a feeling Namjoon is dying to quiz us,” you shrug.
“Sure thing,” Jungkook agrees. “Are you sure you want to go through with this? You can still back out.”
“I’m not backing out, Kook. Let me do this for you, okay?” You smile at him, moving in for a quick peck to his cheek before rushing into your dorm.
Jungkook is left dumbfounded as he watches you leave, a smile appearing on his lips. The warmth of your lips lasts until he’s climbing into bed, the covers pulled up to his chest and his hand on his cheek.
Perhaps this would work out.
The week passes by in a blur of studying, debating dropping out, and wondering if your parents would let you live with them until you’re 80.
By the time Saturday morning rolls around, your parents have declined to keep you until 80, talked you out of dropping out, and sent encouraging words your way along with a gift card to the local cafe.
Jungkook invites you over to his place at noon. You lug your heavy bookbag to his place, groaning when you look through your reviews.
Giggling, Jungkook offers you a drink as he takes a juice box from his fridge.
“Just one more week and we’re done,” he says as he pokes the straw through the opening and squirts himself in the face.
Cackling, you fall onto your back, missing the coffee table by a mere inch. Jungkook pouts, glaring at you playfully before he helps you up.
You’ve set aside two hours to study and an hour to get to know each other before his friends come over. You’re eager to see Jimin and his friends, now your friends, tonight. The lot of you have been running around studying and turning in assignments, arranging study dates in between mental breakdowns and too much caffeine.
Jimin’s ran across campus with your coffee order to encourage you to keep going and you ran across campus with his favorite takeout to make sure he ate. You’re counting down the hours until you’re free, but you’re thankful for this time with everyone to relax.
“Favorite childhood memory?” Jungkook asks, looking up from the flash card Namjoon made for the both of you.
“Horseback riding with my dad. He split his pants when he climbed off the horse.” you laugh, covering your mouth to hide your teeth, an old habit you picked up when you had braces in your teens.
Jungkook grins, shaking his head. “Mine is my tenth birthday party when my friends and I went to the amusement park and I was finally tall enough to ride The Raptor.”
“Favorite movie?” You ask, looking at your index card.
“How the Grinch Stole Christmas,” Jungkook answers easily. You’ve gone over your favorite colors (purple), favorite food (pizza), and favorite music (pop). You have a good feeling about his plan working, but you’ve yet to get close physically again. You’ve hugged in greeting and you even kissed his cheek a few times, but you haven’t held hands or kissed again.
You know you’ll have to make it look romantic in front of his family, but you’re not sure if you should bring it up or allow him to.
The doorbell rings as you wrap up. Jimin barges in with Yoongi and Seokjin in tow.
“The others are picking up the food,” Jimin explains as he sets down some snacks and Yoongi sets down the drinks.
You help unpack the goods, giggling when Jimin opens a can of soda and it bubbles over his hand and fingers. He groans as he runs to the sink, cursing as he sets the can inside with a frown.
“You’re making a mess,” Jungkook whines as he wipes the counter with napkins and then a wet rag. He glares at Jimin’s back the whole time while you watch.
You noticed Jungkook’s apartment was pretty tidy. Nothing seemed out of place, and he even took the time to fold his clothing as soon as it came out of the dryer. He didn’t leave it to sit until the next time you needed the dryer. Perhaps it would light a fire under your ass to get moving.
“Move your foot,” Seokjin huffs as he tries to walk into the apartment with Taehyung at his side. They’ve somehow managed to get stuck in the entryway in their rush to be the first inside.
On the floor, Namjoon crawls between Seokjin's legs, followed by Hoseok.
Seokjin was left dumbfounded as Taehyung shoved him out of the way, hands gripping two heavy bags of takeout.
Seokjin rolls his eyes as he carries two enormous pizzas inside, kicking the door shut with his foot.
“Ungrateful,” he scoffs as he sets the pizza down on the counter, popping open the box.
Jungkook grabs some plates and everyone serves themselves before heading to the living room.
His friends spread out on his large couch, Jimin claiming the recliner to himself with a blanket and a couch cushion.
The only spot left empty is beside Jungkook, and you take the seat with a few lingering nerves. He offers you a smile when you sit beside him, allowing you to pick the first movie as his friends stuff their faces.
Your favorite movie plays on the screen, getting comfortable in your spot on the couch until you rest your head on Jungkook’s shoulder. He stiffens for a moment but relaxes as he slowly drapes his arm over your shoulder to hold you closer.
Namjoon nudges Seokjin with his elbow coyly. His eyes are still as Seokjin follows them, grinning to himself before nudging Hoseok and Yoongi.
You’re unaware of their attention focused on you. You snuggle up closer to Jungkook, his hand playing with your hair mindlessly as he chuckles at the scene.
Even Jimin is peering at you from his spot, a ghost of a smile on his lips. Miraculously, he says nothing, not even when Taehyung’s eyes widen when Jungkook kisses the top of your head.
Slowly, the sun sinks into the horizon, its last rays kissing the night sky as it finally disappears.
Seokjin and Namjoon have been whispering throughout the movie. Taehyung is draped over Hoseok’s lap, softly snoring while Hoseok runs his fingers through his hair.
Yoongi scrolls on his phone, silently adding photos he’d gotten from Taehyung to Jungkook’s account. He’s taken your phone to do the same.
Jimin is curled in the recliner, his eyes drooping as the movie continues to play in the background until he finally falls asleep with a soft whine.
Jungkook hasn’t moved in a while. His arm has fallen asleep, and he’s tried wiggling his fingers to get the circulation going again. He knows it won’t be long until Namjoon and Yoongi herd all their friends out the door, all of them stumbling sleepily past the doorway as they say their goodbyes.
“That was fun,” you state in between yawns, frowning when another one hits you and makes Jungkook yawn as well.
You laugh, shaking your head as you roll the sleeves of your sweater up to your elbows. Jungkook thinks you look adorable. The purple and white sweater has snowflakes and hearts all around it. You hum as you help him clean up, your hand brushing against his when you both reach for a plate.
You let him take it, smiling as you grab the last of the soda cans and dump them in your bag. Jungkook finishes loading the dishwasher, washing his hands before taking the bag from you.
After you wash your hands, you toy with your sweater sleeves. You’re not sure if you should stay or go, shifting your weight from foot to foot before deciding to sit on his couch.
Jungkook joins you a minute later. The movie continues to play on the TV, the sound a welcomed distraction from the bout of awkwardness you feel.
“I think we did pretty good today,” Jungkook comments as he scoots closer to you.
“You think?” You ask with genuine curiosity.
“Mhm,” Jungkook hums. “I think we can nail it by Christmas break.”
“We’ll have to work on the PDA a little,” you clear your throat, avoiding his gaze though you feel the heat of it.
Jungkook swallows thickly, wiping his palms on his sweatpants.
“Uh, yeah. Whenever you want,” he clears his throat, suddenly feeling like he’s choking. He doesn’t want to seem too excited or uninterested, but you look so beautiful sitting across from him. He wishes he had asked you out for real. He finds you beguiling. You have a lot in common, and he could see you being friends or perhaps more. Has he ruined his chance by dragging you into his mess?
Giggling, you wave your hand in front of his face. Jungkook chuckles, rubbing the nape of his neck nervously as he apologizes. He tugs on the sleeves of his oversized black hoodie.
“Should we practice?” You whisper, afraid that if you speak too loudly, you’ll not only spook him but yourself. You wish it were easier to do this. After all, you had a crush on him and had daydreamed about this before. So why was reality such a hurdle?
Jungkook licks his lips nervously. He nods, ignoring the fluttering in his chest as he meets your gaze. He’s careful as he lifts his hand to cup your face, leaning forward as you meet him in the middle. His eyes flutter shut when yours does, his other hand resting on top of yours as his lips finally connect with you.
It’s slow, soft, and cautious. You use your free hand to cup his face as he adds more pressure, following your lead and giving you plenty of opportunities to end it.
You don’t.
Instead, you move closer, nearly on his lap as the kiss deepens, and it’s your tongue that presses against his lips, asking for permission. Jungkook moans, his hand moving to your thigh and squeezing.
It’s your turn to moan, whimpering against his lips as you climb on top of him. He chuckles, his hands moving lower to grab your hips as he falls back onto the couch with you on top.
“Fuck,” he breathes when you pull apart for a moment. You smile as you lean in to kiss him again, this time taking your time and nipping his bottom lip.
Jungkook squeezes you, your moan going straight to his cock.
Sparks explode from both of you, your bodies thrumming with excitement and lust. You do not doubt that there’s chemistry there. Each kiss, each touch, is euphoric. Each moan goes straight to your core, blooming into heavenly pleasure.
Jungkook groans when you grind down on him once. He guides you again, and you moan into the kiss, whimpering when he rubs against your clit.
Your thighs shake, your cunt aches and you want nothing more than for him to devour every bit of you.
But you pull away, panting with a smile on your face.
“I think that’s good for today,” you say as you run a hand through your hair.
Jungkook nods, cheeks pink and lips swollen. He smiles softly, slowly releasing you from his grip as you sit up and collect your things.
“I’ll see you tomorrow?” You ask as you head for the door.
Jungkook nods, unable to speak yet.
You giggle, leaning in for one last kiss before heading out to your dorm.
Jungkook watches you go, his heart skipping a beat as he shuts the door.
Almost too quickly, Monday rolls around. Jungkook drags himself out of bed with a groan as he readies himself for his first final of the week.
He’s got your exam schedule memorized but sends a quick good luck text your way, regardless. He knows he probably won’t see much of you as you both stress over exams, but you have a “date” planned for Thursday night when your finals and his are done.
Jungkook tries not to get distracted, but he bites his lip when he thinks of your kiss on Saturday. You felt so warm and nice in his hands. Just thinking about you makes his cock throb. He knows that probably won’t happen again; perhaps just a ‘heat of the moment’ type thing, but he’s glad you enjoyed kissing him as much as he did you.
“Get it together,” he scolds himself as he gets dressed. “Don’t get in over your head. It’s fake.”
With a deep sigh, Jungkook gathers his belongings and heads out the door.
~
It’s just past lunch when Jungkook spots you. He holds out a bag of your favorite meal, as you nearly collide with someone in your rush to reach him.
You have fifteen minutes to eat and get to your class before the exam, your legs carrying you as fast as possible. Jungkook had learned of your predicament and left for the cafeteria earlier to grab your lunch. He holds it in his hand as you dash toward him, stopping to kiss his cheek and grabbing the brown bag before shouting “Thank you!” over your shoulder.
Jungkook watches you go, chuckling when you dip past someone else. You’re a woman on a mission, and Jungkook hopes you get to class in time to eat.
“Okay.” Jimin raises his stopwatch to eye level. He smiles giddily as Jungkook taps his pen on his desk. Jimin is taking this a little too seriously, but he’s grateful his friend is helping.
“On the count of three,” Jimin states, nearly jumping in his spot. Jungkook looks down at the pop quiz that Jimin’s drawn up. He’s spent most of the evening coaching JK with facts and tidbits about you, your life growing up, things you like, things you don’t like, family names, memories, and anything else under the sun. Jungkook’s been drilled and has studied with flashcards, and now it was time to put it to the test. However, it won’t be the last before the break.
Jimin just wants to see how well he knows you this far in. They’re both aware of the deadline looming over them. Time flies by thanks to finals, but there’s not much time left.
Jimin and Taehyung have scheduled study sessions and photo sessions. Yoongi has been handling all media aspects, gossiping around campus about your relationship.
Namjoon has been quizzing you, sharing facts, and the like to get you to know his friend as well as he does. You’ve picked up on almost everything he’s said and done well on your quiz.
Hoseok has been coming to your place, pondering in front of your closet for an hour or so a day before leaving. He’s taken photos of everything you own, shaking his head when he takes a snowman sweater out of the closet that has seen better days. He’s been working on finals but also has printed photos of every item in your possession to build outfits. Soon, he’ll be around to pack your bags for the break, labeling each outfit down to the shoes.
Seokjin has taken it upon himself to go home for the holidays to witness this fiasco… er plan, run its course. He will be the charmer, leading a conversation away from the two of you if there’s something you can’t answer. He plans on being a distraction if needed, but mostly he’s looking forward to Jungkook’s mom cooking Christmas dinner.
“One. Two. Three.” Jimin starts the timer and Jungkook flips over his quiz. He bites his lower lip as he concentrates, his eyes scanning the page before answering the first question.
Hometown?
Birthday?
Family members?
Jungkook answers the rest of the questions to the best of his ability. Jimin has thought of questions that may come up, but Jungkook is hoping his family won’t host an interrogation instead of Christmas dinner.
“And time!” Jimin hollers as he presses the button on the stopwatch. Jungkook lays his pen down on his desk before handing his friend his quiz.
Jimin grabs a red pen from the Garfield cup on Jungkook’s desk and hums to himself as he grades the quiz.
Curious, Jungkook watches his friend, but Jimin covers the paper. “No looking.”
Rolling his eyes, Jungkook walks away from the desk to sit on his bed. He feels like he’s drowning in this situation. He knows it’s too late to go back on this plan and his mom would call after finals to confirm his “girlfriend” join them for the holidays.
For a few days now, Jungkook has been dodging her calls and text messages. He knows he won’t be able to lie over the phone.
Shaking his head, Jungkook rids himself of those thoughts. He’ll worry about all that later. For now, the plan will move forward in full force. He and his friends have worked hard to make it work and he doesn’t want everyone’s work to be for nothing. Besides, even you were doing your part and more so to know everything there is to know about him. He knows this can’t be easy and he will be forever grateful to you for helping him out. Whatever you need from him in the future, it’s yours. He can never thank you enough for agreeing to this plan.
“Hmm, not bad,” Jimin finally says, breaking Jungkook out of his thoughts.
“What?”
“You got most of these correct, but you got her sisters confused. Jen is older than Lea,” Jimin explains as he hands the paper back to Jungkook to review.
Jungkook takes the quiz and looks it over. He knows he’ll have to study a bit more later this week. There are still a few more days until exams are over and you can shift focus on getting to know each other. Besides, you still have to work on showing affection without it seeming awkward.
The thought reminds Jungkook of the kisses you’ve shared and his cheeks warm at the thought of doing it again.
“What’s got you smiling so much?” Jimin asks as he sits on the desk chair.
“Uh,” Jungkook clears his throat. He feels his ears burn. “Nothing.”
“Oh, come on,” Jimin huffs. “You’re smiling about something.”
Jungkook knows Jimin will prod until he gets his answer, so he sighs and gives in. “Just thinking of kissing her again.”
“Damn,” Jimin chuckles. “You’ve already made it to kissing?”
Jungkook nods, biting his bottom lip. “A few times.”
“Do you like her?” Jimin asks, mostly out of curiosity but also because he cares about you.
“I mean,” Jungkook shrugs, not sure how to answer. “I’ve always thought she was cute and funny. She’s also smart and caring. She makes me smile.”
“So you do like her?” Jimin grins.
“I guess, but I’ve kind of ruined it all with this stupid plan,” Jungkook sighs in defeat, toying with the hem of his shirt. “I doubt she’d look at me again after it’s said and done.”
“You don’t know that, Kook. She might like you,” Jimin states.
Jungkook shrugs again. He asks Jimin to help him with the flashcards again, no longer wanting to focus on you and him being anything more.
“Joon,” you groan as you tap your pen. His quiz lies on your desk face down and his PowerPoint is on the wall. He’s taken the time to make it to help you study for your first meeting of Jungkook’s patents.
“It’s going to help you,” Joon insists as he uses his laser pointer to go over the first slide. You groan again. You’ve been studying for the past two hours.
Your textbooks sit on your bed untouched as you recite Jungkook’s family’s names from eldest to youngest, including Saraí.
Namjoon goes through this PowerPoint before allowing you to take your quiz. You've done your best to study for exams and Jungkook’s con… plan.
“There,” you finish the quiz and hand it over to Namjoon. He takes it from you, taking the lid off a red marker with his teeth. You open your textbooks, reading over the highlighted bits to try to force them into the library of knowledge known as your brain. You know finals should be your focus this week, but every time your thoughts stray, they head right to the kiss you shared with Jungkook.
Heat rises and spreads across your cheeks as you chew on your pen. If you close your eyes, you can almost imagine how his hands felt on your hips, his lips pressed hotly on yours.
Other than lunch and dinner runs, you haven’t spent time with Jungkook. You’re dying to get your hands (and lips) on him again. That may be the best part about this whole situation.
“Earth to Love-struck!” Namjoon waves his hand in front of your face to draw your attention.
Blinking owlishly, you look at him. “What?”
“Were you paying attention to anything I said?”
“No,” you answer honestly. “I wasn’t.”
Namjoon sighs heavily. “I said you got everything correct. I’ll be by one more time before the week ends to quiz you again, but I don’t think you have anything to worry about. We’ll get everyone together after finals and Yoongi can run the story by us.”
“You think we’ll have enough time to memorize it?” You question him.
Namjoon shrugs. “Not much we can do about it this late in the game. Worst-case scenario, we tell the truth; Jungkook met you through Jimin.”
“Seems easy enough,” you agree as you bid him goodbye.
You shut the door once he leaves and you sit on your bed, finally cracking open your notes to place beside your textbook.
Try as you might to study, you can’t seem to get Jungkook off your mind.
~
[you]: Good morning ☀️
[Babe 💕]: Good morning ☀️
[you]: something tells me it’s not that great.
Babe 💕: how can you tell? 👀
[you]: it’s my job as your boyfriend to know 😅
[Babe 💕]: I’ve got one more final and I’m trying not to doze off in Building J 😴
[you]: I’ve got faith in you! One more final stands between you and movie night
[Babe 💕]: ugh! I could go for a slice of Joe’s stuffed crust, cheesy pizza
[Babe 💕]: Koo, make time go faster 😭
Jungkook chuckles at the text. He moves to the side after ordering his coffee and yours. He’s just finished his last final with enough time to grab your favorite drink from the cafe.
He texts back quickly, grabbing both drinks when his name is called shortly after.
Quickly, Jungkook makes his way across campus. His phone buzzes with messages from you and his friends. Some cheer that they’re done and others complain that they’re not.
Jungkook doesn’t check his phone. Instead, he goes up the elevator to the second floor. As soon as the doors open, he steps out and heads down the hall to the table you said you frequent between classes.
You don’t look up when he approaches until his shoes are in your vision.
You smile and it makes Jungkook’s heart flutter like a hummingbird.
Jungkook sets your drink in front of you, making sure it doesn’t get too close to your textbook.
“I got you a drink,” he says simply as you rise from your seat.
“I could marry you!” You joke as you hug him. You had debated going to the cafe for ten minutes, deciding against it to study instead. Every last moment counted, after all.
Jungkook nearly howls with laughter. “Don’t let my mom hear you say that. She’ll have our wedding planned by the end of the day.”
You giggle as you sit down. Jungkook sits beside you, taking a sip from his drink.
You tease Jungkook by writing Mrs. Jeon on the corner of your notebook.
Jungkook laughs, shaking his head. “Aren’t you supposed to be studying?”
You stick your tongue out at him before reaching for your drink. “I have been, but at this point, I either know it or I don’t.”
Jungkook nods. He watches you study for a while before he offers to walk you to class. He carries your backpack for you and you take his hand in yours, fingers laced together.
Neither of you says a word as you walk to your class holding hands. You ignore the rapid beating of your heart, praying Jungkook doesn’t feel as awkward. You only have a few days to get comfortable with PDA and honestly, you were looking forward to kissing him again.
“Good luck,” Jungkook tells you once you reach your classroom. “I’ll see you tonight?”
You nod. “I’ll be over in the evening.”
Jungkook nods, pressing a kiss to your cheek before he can chicken out. He smiles and waves as he takes his leave.
You watch him go, sighing dreamily before heading into your classroom.
Jimin lies on your bed after his exam, his phone is in his hands above him as he scrolls through his feed.
“Are you guys staying over?” You ask as you gather some clothing for your overnight bag. Jungkook had said sometimes everyone got too sleepy to head home, and it turned into a massive sleepover at his place.
“I don’t know,” Jimin responds as he hearts a post and keeps scrolling. “I have my bag ready just in case, though.”
“Should I take anything?” You ask as you throw in your toiletries and phone charger.
“Fuck!” Jimin groans as his phone hits him in the face. He sits up, rubbing his nose. “No, Yoongi and Tae have it covered.”
Taking one last look around your dorm, you decide you’re ready to head out.
“Let’s go,” you tell Jimin as you sling your bag over your shoulder and pat your pockets for your phone and wallet.
Jimin gets off the bed, following you to the door as you head out.
“How’s everything with Jungkook going?” Jimin asks as the two of you begin your walk to Jungkook’s apartment.
“It’s been good,” you smile bashfully. “It’s not nearly as awkward as I thought. Not on my end, at least.”
“You seem to really like him,” Jimin comments as his hands slide into his pockets.
“I mean, that’s kind of the point, right?”
Scoffing, Jimin comes to a stop to look at you. “Come on, that’s not what I meant.”
You laugh, continuing to walk forward until Jimin matches your pace.
“He’s not as intimidating as I thought he was. He’s funny and a little dorky,” you giggle. “He wears toe socks and cute little barrettes, his laugh lights up the room, his eyes shine like a million stars in the night sky, and his smile is blinding and comforting. His voice is angelic, brings tears to my eyes when he sings when he thinks nobody’s around.”
Jimin licks his lips, trying to bite back a smile. “Huh.”
“What?” You raise a brow as you turn a corner.
“You’re in love with Jungkook!” Jimin taunts and you smack him playfully.
“Shut up!”
“You so are!” Jimin cackles as he dodges your next swipe.
“You’re insufferable,” you grumble, stomping off ahead of him. His tinkling laugh fills the air behind you as he sings your name and Jungkook’s “K-I-S-S-I-N-G!”
When you approach Jungkook’s apartment, you linger on the porch with Jimin. “Not a word to him.”
Holding up his hands, Jimin nods with a sickeningly sweet grin. “Not a word.”
~
Silence has never been Jimin’s forte per se. His eyes and body language often betray him at the best of times and the worst of times. He knows he can keep important secrets—secrets shared in confidence.
However, the moment Yoongi makes eye contact with him, he nearly spills. Yoongi raises a brow but ultimately says nothing as he goes back to his phone.
Hoseok is busy trying to make room on the coffee table for all the food and drinks while Namjoon helps Seokjin make the face masks.
Jungkook is throwing blankets in the dryer to warm them up, making sure they smell wonderful before he hands them out.
Taehyung checks the battery on his camera, sitting on the end of the couch across from where you and Jungkook will be sitting. He’s got Jungkook’s phone in his lap, opting for a few blurry pics as the evening progresses.
Time is ticking by faster, especially with finals coming to a close for all of you. You’ll have the weekend to practice being a couple before you’re put to the test.
The lot of you leave Sunday afternoon as the campus shuts down for the holiday break. Hoseok will be around on Saturday to pack your belongings and then head over to Jungkook’s place to pack his.
“Food and then facials,” Seokjin announces as he has Namjoon carry a large bowl of what looks like oatmeal. You eye it warily, volunteering Jimin to go first.
“Traitor!” He exclaims as Seokjin pulls him onto the recliner. Jimin pouts as Seokjin rubs the concoction on his face while Hoseok munches on the cucumber slices meant to cover his eyes.
“I thought we were gonna eat first?” Jungkook asks as he hands the throw blankets to his friends, saving the large one for you and him.
“Yeah, but Jimin volunteered,” Seokjin grins mischievously.
“I did not!”
Seokjin sticks a cucumber slice in his mouth to shut him up before smiling at Jungkook.
“Go about your day.”
Jungkook blinks once and turns to his friends. The movie is loaded on the TV screen. The food is ready and the lights are dimmed just enough to allow Seokjin to see what he’s doing.
“I guess let’s dig in until we end up on the torture chair,” Jungkook shrugs as he sits beside you.
“You’re next!” Seokjin huffs as he waves a wooden stick at him.
Jungkook shudders but remains silent as he grabs a drink. The rest of you eat as the movie starts. Seokjin has moved onto Namjoon while Jimin lies on the floor, scared to have some of the goo fall off.
He knows he’s got a moisturizing face mask to don next before he can eat like the rest of his friends.
Taehyung waits until you and Jungkook grow comfortable to snap a few photos. He gets one of you looking up at Jungkook when you lay beside him. One of Jungkook breaking cheese off your pizza slice and one of the both of you laughing so hard you can’t breathe.
Taehyung has his suspicions about the two of you. He knows you’ve been spending a lot of time together, often texting Jungkook or the group chat to hang out, but Jungkook always seems unavailable. That’s until Taehyung spots him with you, either at the cafe, the library, or heading to your dorm.
Hoseok smiles as Jungkook kisses the top of your head. It’s been so long since he’s seen Jungkook smitten over someone. Though it may be a con of some sort, Hoseok can tell that his actions and words are genuine. He’s never known Jungkook to be cruel about his intentions with love and dating, so he has no doubts that what you see is what you get.
Jungkook wears his heart on his sleeve for everyone to see. It doesn’t take a genius to notice how his demeanor has changed over the past few weeks. For a moment Hoseok can forget it’s all a facade.
Seokjin finishes with everyone before he takes a seat and begins to eat. He’s excited to leave campus for a while. Perhaps he’ll see Jungkook pull this off or perhaps it’ll blow up in his face. Regardless, Seokjin couldn’t wait!
Jungkook chuckles as you try to take his piece of chocolate. He dangles it over your mouth teasingly, pretending to drop it in your mouth only to kiss you.
Giggling, you kiss him again, pausing to take the chocolate from his fingers. Laughing, Jungkook grabs another piece of chocolate and you repeat your actions.
It’s sickeningly sweet to watch, but Seokjin and Namjoon think the two of you are ready to fool Jungkook’s family. After all, an apartment hangs on the line and that would be wonderful for Jungkook. He wouldn’t have to worry about paying rent for a long, long time.
Once the first movie is over, Yoongi speaks up.
“I’ve done what I could to disguise your feeds. I’ve added a few photos to older posts and made stories of you two throughout the week,” Yoongi explains as you all go to Instagram to check Jungkook’s page.
“The story is simple. It’s easier to remember lies based on truth. Jungkook met his girl through Jimin. They became friends and started dating in July over summer break. Your anniversary is July 14th, so you’ll need to post a five-month picture today. I’ll take care of it with Tae.” Yoongi points to Tae, who nods and hands over his camera.
“Sounds simple enough,” Namjoon agrees. He didn’t doubt the two of you could pull this off. All you had to do was get through the holidays and you’d have a lot of free time to explore the town with your friends.
“Seokjin and Jimin will be around to help curve questions you can't answer. Namjoon will pop in when possible to draw attention away from you for a bit,” Yoongi continues.
“The Jeons love me,” Namjoon beams as Jungkook scoffs.
“They love me more,” he pours.
Namjoon cackles. “Let’s call Momma Jeon and ask.”
“No!” Jungkook protests as Namjoon giggles.
“Thought so!”
“Can we get back to scheming?” Hoseok asks as he muffles a yawn.
“Sorry,” Namjoon and Jungkook apologize.
“Hoseok will stop by closer to the new year and Tae will take photos. Once the apartment is Jungkook’s, we’ll let you guys be,” Yoongi finishes.
“Sounds simple enough,” you comment as Jungkook wraps his arm around your shoulders.
“Hands in,” Seokjin commands as he sticks his hand out in the middle of the group. He ignores the groans of everyone as they stick their hand one on top of the other.
“Con Jungkook’s Grandma on three!” Seokjin exclaims.
“Wait,” Jungkook protests but is ignored.
“One. Two. Three!” Seokjin shouts.
“Con Jungkook’s Grandma!”
“I hate you.”
Saturday rolls around sooner than you’d think and nerves have begun to bubble from anxiety. You’ve dated a few people here and there in the past but never considered it serious enough to meet their parents.
Despite it being a hoax, you wanted Jungkook’s parents to like you. These negative thoughts filled your head as the hours ticked by.
Eventually, you couldn’t take it anymore and called Jungkook.
“Mm,” he groans sleepily. For once it’s you that’s up at the ass crack of dawn, or 7 a.m. for you.
“Jungkook,” worry laces your voice as you say his name.
“What, baby?” He asks groggily as he pulls his white comforter over his chest. His shoulders are exposed and you nearly drool at the sight.
“What if your parents hate me?” You blurt out as you bite on the nail of your thumb.
Jungkook grunts in response, his eyes shut as he falls asleep once again. His soft snoring makes you relax before you say his name once again.
“Baby?” He asks confused. The pet name makes your heart flutter and although you know it’s all part of the scheme, you love it regardless. He’s taken to calling you baby and darling as of late, and your heart swims at every term of endearment.
“Jungkook,” you whine and he sits up, the comforter falling to his waist.
Fuck, you nearly lose yourself in the expanse of his broad shoulders and tapered waist. You forget what you’ve even called him about as you feast on his body.
Jungkook is unaware as he yawns and rubs his eyes. He looks at the clock on his wall and yawns again.
“Darling, it’s only 7 a.m. Why aren’t you asleep?”
You’re eyeing his sleeve when he asks again.
“Um, what if your parents hate me?”
Jungkook brows furrow. “Why would they hate you? You’re my girl.”
You nearly scream at how casually he says it. When he smiles, it disarms you and you almost get off camera so you can squeal and kick your feet on the bed out of excitement. You’re in way too deep.
“I just worry I’ll say or do something dumb. I’ve never met parents before,” you admit. Jungkook settles on his side as he pulls the covers upward once again.
“You have nothing to worry about, baby. They’re all looking forward to meeting you. I’ll be right by your side through it all, I promise.”
Relief floods your chest. You believe him.
“Why don’t you bring your stuff over later and we can have one last study session? We can head out together in the afternoon with everyone,” Jungkook suggests. He hates how you’re second-guessing yourself. Of course, his family would adore you.
“Like a sleepover?” You question.
“Yes,” Jungkook nods. “That way, you won’t be alone on campus.”
“Sure,” you agree. “That sounds great.”
“Get some more sleep, darling. I’ll be over around 3 p.m. to pick you up. Hoseok should be there at noon.” Jungkook reminds you.
“Okay,” you smile brightly. “See you then.”
“Later, babe,” Jungkook says before hanging up and snuggling back into bed. His eyes flutter shut as sleep consumes him, eyes popping open when he realizes he’s asked you to stay over.
Hoseok arrives in a whirlwind. He hugs you hello and gets right down to business. Your suitcase is open on your bed and a few minutes later, Jimin is at your door.
“Ah, I see he’s here already,” Jimin grins as he sits on your desk chair.
“Shush, I’m working,” Hoseok huffs as he pulls items from your closet and labels them according to the Polaroids on the bed.
You watch him silently beside Jimin, who wraps his arms around your waist. He muffles a yawn into your side.
“Are you ready for tomorrow?” Jimin asks as he releases you.
“A little nervous,” you admit. “I talked to Jungkook though, and he assured me I have nothing to worry about.”
Jimin nods. “The Jeons will love you. They’re very sweet.”
“They’ll probably try to stuff you full of food on arrival.” Hoseok chuckles as he grabs your shoes. “Make sure you wear your winter coat. Jungkook has a matching one and he’ll pack the gifts in his bags so we can pack your make-up too.”
“Everyone is taking this so seriously,” you comment and Jimin smiles.
“There’s nothing we wouldn’t do for each other,” he says.
Hoseok nods. “You too. You’re one of us now.”
Tears spring to the corner of your eyes. You swallow the knot in your throat, ignoring the fire that burns within.
“Thank you,” you finally say as Hoseok zips up your bag and places it by the door.
“I’ve got to go home and pack, but I will see you all soon enough. Text me updates,” he tells the both of you. He hugs Jimin first and then you.
“Send me pictures of your outfits daily,” he instructs.
“I will,” you assure him.
“And let me know if there’s a change in plans. I can mix and match backups. You’ll probably have pajamas given to you as a gift, but I’ve included some lounge clothes just in case and Jungkook has some too if you wanna wear his.”
“Oh, I hadn’t thought of it.”
Hoseok winks. “Just a thought.”
With that, Hoseok takes his leave.
Jimin grins. “Sooooo…. Jungkook says you’re staying at his place tonight.”
“How do you know that?”
“He texted the group chat. Claimed it was easier than coming to campus,” Jimin raises a brow. The campus had already been deserted except for a handful of people leaving tonight or tomorrow.
“Shush,” you stick your tongue out at him as he makes kissy noises at you. “You’re really insufferable, huh?”
“You wouldn’t love me any other way!”
~
Heaving your bag over the threshold, Jungkook grunts as he sets it down by the door. You follow him, thanking him by kissing his cheek.
Jungkook hides his blush behind his sweater paws.
The two of you head to the kitchen, where Jungkook stirs the food in the pot that sits on the stove.
“Need any help?” You ask as you step beside him, your arms going around his waist. He grins, patting your hand as he stirs one more time.
“No, baby. I’ve got it.” he kisses your head as he moves with you in tow to grab two bowls. He hands them to you and you place them on the counter beside him.
Jungkook fills the bowls with stew, carefully carrying them to the island where you take a seat on a stool. Jungkook gets some utensils and drinks before setting the side dishes on the tabletop.
“Oh, let me help,” Jungkook says as you reach for a perilla leaf. You giggle as he helps you pull them apart.
“You know, Jimin helped me last time,” you tease. Jimin had filled you in on their little debate before Thanksgiving, and you wanted to tease him a little.
Like clockwork, Jungkook pouts. “He did not!”
“He did!” You giggle as he shakes his head. His cheeks are rosy pink as he grows flustered.
“But-but you’re my girlfriend,” Jungkook whines and you laugh. You lean forward, pressing a kiss to his pouty lips.
“I’m just kidding, Koo. Jimin said it’d be funny to tease you a little,” you chuckle as you kiss him once more.
Jungkook exhales dramatically with relief. “Thank god.”
The rest of the evening passes with you cuddled on the couch as the temperature drops outside. Jungkook warmed a blanket for you, wrapped you up tightly, and cuddled you as you watched some Christmas movies.
Your hands are laced under all the blankets, his thumb brushing over your hand absentmindedly. He could get used to this. He tries not to think about this ending. He wants to hold you just like this for as long as possible.
Several yawns escape you at the end of the third movie. Jungkook herds you to bed, rolling your suitcase to his room. You grab your pajamas and head to his bathroom to change and do your nighttime skin care.
You frown when you step out of the bathroom with your shirt soaked through.
“Had some trouble?” Jungkook stifles a laugh as you glare at him.
Like a good (fake) boyfriend, Jungkook opens a drawer and pulls out one of his oversized tees. He hands it to you and you resist the urge to sniff it. It smells of his cologne and fabric softener.
Okay, you take a huge sniff in the privacy of the bathroom, but only one!
“Do you need anything?” Jungkook asks as you appear in his bedroom.
“Nope! I’ll head to the couch,” you say and Jungkook shakes his head.
“Take the bed. I’ll take the couch,” he says as he grabs a change of clothes.
“I’m not taking your bed. I don’t mind,” you insist and Jungkook shakes his head, shutting the bedroom door to leave you in his room.
You huff, stomping your foot. “I’m gonna read your diary!”
Jungkook cackles from the hallway. “I brought it with me, babe!”
You curse under your breath as you climb into his bed. You cross your arms over the covers and sigh.
The bed was comfy, and he had a mountain of pillows and a few Squishmellows. How cute!
You didn’t want to snoop, but you couldn’t help but look around the room. A Hello Kitty doll sat on the recliner opposite the bed and a cute purple bat sat beside it.
Maybe you could take Jungkook to Build-A-Bear for a date. You could record each other’s voices in your stuffed animals.
Wait, he’s not actually your boyfriend. Do friends do stuff like that platonically? Would you be crossing a line?
You frown. You hated this murky feeling of yes but no. You wish the circumstances were different. You had a crush before you really knew Jungkook and now, after spending time with him and getting to know him more, your feelings had only grown.
How could you tell him when it was just a ploy? There’s no way he’d accept your feelings. Would he even want to see you once this was said and done? Probably not.
“Jingle all the way!!!” Seokjin belted from the driver’s seat. Jungkook cringed as he raised the volume of his earbuds while you giggled beside him.
Jimin sat in the front seat, shaking his head and regretting coming in this car.
Yoongi, Namjoon, and Taehyung had gone ahead in another car after dropping off Hoseok at the train station bright and early.
It had been Seokjin who had picked you and Jungkook up this morning with a thermos of hot chocolate and mini muffins.
Jimin had tried to warn you that Seokjin was feeling festive. Whatever that meant.
It wasn’t until you climbed in the backseat beside Jungkook that you realized.
Seokjin had a playlist named, “Ten Hours of Christmas Joy.” You nearly sobbed at his dramatic and chaotic rendition of Holy Night. And not in a good way.
You were grateful the drive was only two hours, otherwise you would have jumped out of the car the moment Feliz Navidad came on. You didn’t think one of your favorite songs could be sung so badly. Your ears are still ringing.
“You just don’t know how to have fun,” Seokjin states as he taps his fingers on the steering wheel. Jimin had finally taken control of the stereo, lowering the volume to a more reasonable level.
“We can have fun and spare our ears,” Jimin huffs as he plays something other than Jin’s music.
Seokjin scowls but doesn’t put up a fight. There was no point when he was outnumbered.
Silence filled the backseat despite the shenanigans up front. Jungkook stroked his thumb over yours, trying to calm your nerves. Against your better judgment, you were nervous. It felt like there was a dragon in your chest trying to make its escape, and the fluttering of its wings moved in tandem with the beating of your heart.
Like a good boyfriend, Jungkook has tried to ease your nerves by distracting you. He’d packed all your favorite snacks and drinks for the ride and even got you a book of word searches to do. He even made a special playlist for both of you to listen to because he knew what it was like to travel with Jin.
However, his distractions only worked for the first hour and a half, and as his town grew closer, your nerves bubbled once again.
“It’s gonna be okay,” he whispers as he pats your thigh. You nod, biting your lip in worry.
Jungkook is careful with his movement as he gently pulls on your lip until you release it. You smile shyly at him and he grins. A quick kiss is pressed to your lips before he squeezes your thigh.
“It’ll be okay. I’ll be with you and if it’s too much, you can go to Jimin’s and I’ll explain everything, okay?” Jungkook asks with a raised brow and you become distracted by the cute mole beneath his lip. Perhaps you’d kiss it next time, make a path down to the mole on his neck, and leave your mark beside it to show he’s yours and only yours.
Your thighs press together as your breath grows heavy. Jungkook’s intense gaze renders you powerless and forgetful and you do nothing but nod.
You have no clue what he’s just said.
Jungkook quirks his head as he says your name to get your attention. Once he’s sure you’re back on earth, he smiles cutely and repeats himself.
“Thanks,” you murmur as you squeeze his hand in a last attempt to rid your nerves. They settle for a while until Seokjin pulls into a driveway and announces your arrival.
“We’ll be around tomorrow,” Jimin assured you as he helped Jungkook get your bags out of the trunk. “But I’m right across the street if you need an escape.”
Jimin points to the house directly across from Jungkook’s and beside his home, Namjoon is heading into the one beside it. Taehyung rolls his suitcase toward the house beside Namjoon’s on the corner of the block.
“Yoongi and Seokjin live a few blocks away,” Jungkook says as he grabs the handle of your suitcase. “So you have options.”
Seokjin grins, draping his arm over your shoulder. “We’ll be around. Trust me, nothing can keep us away from Mrs. Jeon.”
Jungkook glares at his friend.
“You didn’t let me finish,” Seokjin chuckles. “Nothing can keep us away from Mrs. Jeon’s cooking.”
Jungkook huffs but turns to wheel the suitcases up the driveway.
When Seokjin is sure Jungkook won’t turn around, he makes the shape of a curvy body with his hands.
Jimin cackles as he shoves Seokjin. “Shut up!”
“You’ll be fine,” Seokjin says with a laugh. “The Jeons are very welcoming. But they will try to feed you every second of the day, so I hope you brought stretchy pants.”
Seokjin kisses your cheek before he gets back into the car. He waves as he pulls out of the driveway and heads to his home.
Jimin watches him go, offering you one last hug. “Text me if you need rescuing. I’ll be over before you can blink.”
“Thanks, Min,” you hug him tight, waving at Joon and Tae before you walk up the driveway where Jungkook waits.
The home is decked out with Christmas lights and light-up reindeer. A huge pine tree is decked out in lights and ornaments and a snowman lays uninflated on the grass.
“Ready?” Jungkook asks as he laces your fingers together.
You inhale and exhale deeply staring at the white front door with the giant wreath hanging from it.
“Let’s do this.” You say firmly, more so for yourself than anything.
Jungkook smiles warmly as he opens the front door and steps inside with you in tow.
summary: It’s Jimin and Jungkook’s turn to take you out for the day but the three of you just can’t keep your hands to yourself.
wc: 13.1k
warnings: this is long overdue (literally been in the drafts since 2019?), not in order! daddy kink, heavy use of pet names (baby, babe, baby girl, princess, little one, doll), spanking, marking (biting, scratching, hickeys), semi-public sex, rough oral sex (f. giving and receiving), protected and unprotected sex, m. and f. masturbation, multiple orgasms (f. and m.), mentions of nudes and videos, double penetration, cum facial, cum swallowing, cock slapping, panty fetish, tiny impreg kink, alcohol consumption, some angst
a/n: almost 4 years after the original lol i’ve had this done for years but didn’t want to post it for reasons (and found it while deleting wips) but i posted on ao3 and i already had a banner ready for tumblr so here it is
You were walking alongside your best friend, Beth, down the streets of Malta. Beth had encouraged you to join her on vacation after the three-month breakup slump that you’d been in. No matter how much you protested, Beth eventually got her way and got you on a plane with her to Malta. You had just arrived the day before, and after getting settled in at night, you had the rest of the week to explore.
ღ pairing: seokjin x f. reader x yoongi, ot7 x reader
ღ genre: fwb to lovers, poly au, smut [18+]
ღ summary: Visiting your friends on Western Night at the bar ends with you getting a closer look at Seokjin’s western shirt and Yoongi’s leopard print.
ღ wc: 7.4k
ღ warnings: that that!Yoongi (that’s it, that’s the warning), ptd outfits (except yoongi), fwb, tiny pining, alcohol use/mention, PSY makes an appearance, flirting, sex in a semi-public place, voyeurism, oral (m. receiving), cum swallowing, degradation (*cum* slut, whore), fingering (f. receiving), Yoongi’s That That rings!!, Yoongi’s hat, no, Yoongi is the warning! YOONGI!!!, spanking, multiple orgasms (f. receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, possessiveness, implied hierarchical poly relationship.
ღ a/n: please don’t be a silent reader! let me know what you think here if you enjoyed it! I’d love to hear from you! thank you! <3
ღ inspo: inspired by the novela “como en el cine” and “envolver by anita”
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