The minute Jungkook entered the room, closely followed by Jimin and Taehyung, he knew that that moment was going to leave a painful scar on his memory forever.
The small room was oddly quiet, different from what he had imagined, different from the movies he had seen.
They had given Y/N a private room, just big enough to contain a reclining chair and the large mechanic bed where she was laying. The first thing Jungkook noticed were all the tubes and cords coming out of the bed sheets, connected in every direction to different kind of machines and displays. One thing he understood immediately: she wasn’t breathing on her own. The transparent tube coming out of her mouth was a clear sign of it.
“I know it looks intimidating.” He heard the nurse saying behind them. “If you have any questions, feel free to ask me. I’ll explain the best I can.”
Questions. Jungkook had plenty. Too many to speak coherently.
He took a step closer, feeling slightly lightheaded. She looked pale, in a way that it scared him, and somehow unnaturally swollen. There was a large white bandage over her forehead and they clearly tried to wash her hair but Jungkook could still see some redness over them that didn’t belong to her. He could only assume it was blood. She was covered from the neck down with a white sheet and a light blue duvet. She was deadly still beneath them.
Jungkook was just inches away from her, his thighs brushing against the mattress. Yet, he felt as if there was a deep and dark ravine separating them.
“W-what’s that thing?” Jimin stammered in a quiet voice.
Jungkook turned his head, following what his friend was pointing and noticing for the first time what was in fact a bulky structure on her left leg. It was the only part of her body that wasn’t hidden, apart from her arms, full of scratches. He felt a retch of vomit coming up in his throat and a cold shiver running up of his spine. It was something he had never seen before: it closely resembled a scaffolding, its metal cylinders, each less than half an inch wide, sticking out of her flesh like miniature skyscrapers.
“It’s called ‘external fixator’.” The nurse answered calmly. “The bones of her leg are broken, but the surgeons are going to repair them in a second moment. So, they used these to stabilize the bones in the meantime.”
“Oh.” Jimin exhaled. “And what is that tube?”
Jungkook followed his finger once again, leading to a large transparent pipe coming out of Y/N’s white gown and ending inside a rectangular box sitting on the pavement. There was a string of deep red blood running down in it, slowly and tantalizingly.
“It’s a drainage. She has some blood in her chest, we are draining it through that tube.” The nurse explained simply. “Oh, here is Doctor Lee.” She exclaimed as the door opened behind them. “He’ll be able to explain the situation to you.”
The situation. It sounded ominous to Jungkook’s ears.
He recognized the man, how could he not. He was the same one that hours ago had given them the worst news.
“You should prepare yourselves.” He had said.
Jungkook felt unjustified hate towards him, a completely irrational hatred that he knew the man didn’t deserve. At the same time, he felt like he could kneel and beg him to save Y/N if he needed to.
He averted his eyes from the doctor, scared of what he was about to say. He looked at Y/N instead.
A sleeping beauty. Broken, but still beautiful to him.
This was the first time in months they were this close. He had imagined the moment many times. It was a happy scene in his head, melancholic at most. But never tragic.
He felt the urge to take her hand, laying pale on the bed sheet. He stopped, his fingers mid-air, scared.
Scared of hurting her, so fragile under his eyes, even with just a touch.
Scared of being undeserving, because a part of him wasn’t sure he was supposed to be there next to her.
She was the love of his life, he always knew it. But who was Jungkook to Y/N?
Probably no one. A distant memory.
Yet he was selfish. He didn’t want to go. Even if she suddenly woke up and screamed at him to leave. He needed to be there, right by her side.
He put his hands in the pockets of his pants, restraining himself, and settling for caressing her with his eyes and with his heart.
“Good morning, guys. Do you want to come outside? Maybe have a sit?” The doctor asked with a kind smile.
“I-It’s okay.” Taehyung answered. “We want to stay here.”
Jimin nodded putting a heavy hand on Jungkook’s shoulder.
The man sighed. “Okay. I must be honest with you. Y/N is very lucky.” He started saying with a heavy tone. “She has different injuries, a lot of them very severe.” Jungkook gulped listening to the man’s voice. “She has three broken ribs that punctured her lungs and caused what we call ‘hemothorax’. It means that there is blood collecting between her chest wall and her lung. Fortunately, the amount is not that big to worry us, it is just enough to be drained through the machine you see on the right side of the bed.” Jungkook looked back at the transparent tube, the red string of blood still falling slowly inside it. “Her left leg is badly broken. It will need surgery, but we will do it once she’s a little more stable.” The doctor paused and took a deep breath. Unconsciously, the three boys mimicked him. “As you can see, we’ve put her under a coma to protect her brain. The trauma caused a cerebral edema. It’s what’s worrying us the most. It’s pressure is obstructing blood perfusion in her brain. As you can imagine, it’s a serious situation. For now we are taking a medical approach, but we might need to surgically release the pressure, so that the swelling has more room to breathe – so to speak.”
Jimin gulped, his hand slowly falling from Jungkook’s shoulder. “I-I’m sorry, but how are you going to do that? How are you going to … release the pressure?”
“We will have to temporarily remove part of her skull. I know it sounds really scary, but I don’t want you to worry about it until you need to, okay?”
Jungkook had no idea for how long he stayed seated in the same position on the reclining chair next Y/N’s bed. Probably hours.
The nurse was kind enough to get two other chairs for Jimin and Taehyung, but the two of them soon got tired of keeping still and went out of the room to get some fresh air.
Unlike them, Jungkook couldn’t move. He was glued to his sit, perfectly still like a statue. Even his eyes wouldn’t budge: they were focused on Y/N. Specifically her closed eyes, the only part of her he could manage to look at without tearing up.
His thoughts were a rumbling confusion. They went from reliving the doctor’s words, to complete blankness. What was constant, on the other hand, was the intense feeling of guilt puncturing his chest.
He imagined himself crossing that street with Y/N, hand in hand like they always walked when they still loved one another. He imagined seeing the car approaching at the last moment, pushing her away from danger and being the one getting hit instead.
Jungkook felt his heart constrict at the thought, tears filling his eyes once again, burning.
He wished it went that way. He wished he was the one laying on that bed fighting for his life.
Not her. Not Y/N. Him.
Some might think the thought was romantic, but the truth was only one: he envied her.
Some sick part of him, a part he was very much ashamed of, felt that having all of his bones broken was way better than whatever he was feeling in that moment: a mixture of guilt, pain and indescribable fear. He could feel his body burn from the inside as he imagined angry claws scratching his chest repeatedly and something extremely heavy pushing him on the ground.
The thought of her dying, the thought of her leaving this world - him - forever, was unbearable.
He wanted it to end.
So yes, he envied the fact that she was oblivious to everything that was going on inside his head. He envied the fact that she was the one dying.
The saying was true: those who remain suffer the most.
This was the most selfish Jungkook ever felt and he hated himself for it.
Summary: To Jeon Jungkook, you’re just the cutie who sits across from him in art class. He doesn’t have a clue that you’re also the hidden face of his favorite tattoo artist on social media. When the bad boy notices you’ve taken a surprising interest in his ink, he dares you to explore every inch of his body until all of his tattoos are accounted for. Tempted by his irresistible smile and delicate touch, you might even let him in on your little secret.
Word Count: 5.8k
Parts: 0 ◆ 1 ◆ 2 ◆ 3 ◆ 4 ◆ 5 ◆ 6
Warnings: fingering, blowjob, deepthroating, dirty talk, begging, unprotected sex, he calls her babe, tight little pussy, boy got a big cock, slight bondage kink, creampie, possible dick tattoo (?)
A/N: this is probably the most smut you're ever going to get from me as a writer💖
◆ the one he'd been searching for ◆
At the door to his apartment, Jungkook shuffles around for the keys in his pocket. The shiny new addition to his key ring makes you smile to yourself as you follow him inside. The first thing you do is scan the hall for the fluffy white tenant.
Upon hearing a tiny mew, Jungkook squats down, picks up Namjoon’s cat, and lets you greet her. She gives you a kiss with her pink nose before burrowing her face into your boyfriend’s elbow. For now, she’s the only one who’s allowed to be so adorable and affectionate with your man. But perhaps someday, the two of you will have kids who’ll also get to experience the love he radiates. It might take a while before it gets to that point, but the possibility leaves you excited for the future ahead.
“I’m gonna check and make sure my nosy roommate isn’t around today,” the boy says after dropping you and the cat off in his room.
While he’s off hunting Namjoons, you lay down on the bed next to the cat, still admiring the fresh tattoo on your hand through the clear wrap. You snap a quick pic of the bunny fairy and post it onto snowsleeve’s Instagram with the caption, “lent my hand to a hot new artist🐰✨”.
The comments that pour in are nothing but supportive.
“Pls tag this hot new artist so I can get my own👅”
“WHAT TAHTS SO CUTE OMF”
“i think ive seen this persons art before;;;”
“10/10 better than a face reveal”
“I need more of this”
“@agustd let’s get matching ones🐱🐣”
“#bunfairysearchparty”
“Looks kinda like @jjkINK’s style #bunfairysearchparty”
“okay wait i searched up @jjkINK and it makes sense. super talented #bunfairysearchparty #solved”
“@jjkINK Are your books open? Asking for a friend”
You’re so engrossed in all the comments that you don’t even notice the dark shadow sneaking up on you.
“Boo.” The curled-up kitty isn’t even fazed, but your whole body jerks up as Jungkook throws himself onto the bed beside you. He grins in victory. “What were you smiling at?”
“They’re starting a search party for you on Instagram,” you giggle, showing him your post along with all the comments. His eyes take in everything line by line. “A lot of people have sniffed you out already.”
“Well, they’re gonna have to wait a while before I’m officially open for business.” He pulls you into his chest and plants a kiss on your cheek. “You’re such a tease, Y/N.”
“It’s not my fault I wanted to show off my talented artist boyfriend,” you hum against his smooth skin. “By the way, how’d your Namjoon hunt go?”
“He sent me a text saying he’s out on a date or something. I told him I’d feed the cat so he can go get laid.”
“Aww, what a good roommate.” You give him a kiss on the lips, and his tongue doesn’t waste any time. It hasn’t been more than ten minutes in his apartment and he’s already craving your taste.
The subtle movements of your bodies against the mattress wake the cat from its nap. She stretches and yawns before wedging herself into the warmest spot on the bed—right between you and Jungkook. Her whiskers rub gently against your wrapped tattoo as she purrs away. That tiny bit of contact is enough to make you wince at the soreness. Hopefully your boyfriend didn’t see.
“You should see my cat, Jeon,” you say as you wiggle your index finger around in front of the kitty’s big eyes. You of course use your non-tattooed hand so that your bunny fairy won’t be swiped by a feisty kitty paw. She catches your finger and starts nibbling on it.
“You have a cat too?” He believes you, even though you were just trying to be sly and cute.
You shrug your shoulders, and then it clicks for him
“Hey, can you come back in like an hour or two?” Jungkook asks of the oblivious cat, who finally gets the message and leaps onto the gaming chair instead. Turns out she’s a cockblock just like her father.
With the cat out of the way, the boy takes hold of your wrist to inspect the battle scar from earlier. It’s still swollen and red. “Are you gonna be okay for…?”
You nod despite the sharp stinging in your hand. The wait has gone on long enough.
“Okay, just don’t get too carried away with your tattoo hand.” He lifts your oatmeal sweater up and over your head and tosses it onto his desk, quickly followed by his white tee. Your eyes wander up from the feisty fairy on his abs as he holds both of your hands above your head against the pillows and climbs on top of you. “Let me do all the work today,” he says.
He quickly identifies the nape of your neck as a weak spot and caresses you there with his lips. One bite at a time, he works his way between your breasts, down your belly, to your inner thigh, only protected by your plaid mini skirt and sheer black stockings.
The preppy look you were going for comes undone piece by piece as Jungkook helps you out of your skirt and then your stockings. You’re left only in your lacy black lingerie.
“So… where’s this cat you wanted to show me?” he asks. He can’t play innocent. Not when he already has his finger looped around the lace that hugs your hips.
“Find it,” you taunt him as you unbutton and unzip his jeans. His dinosaur boxers get your approval.
“Wait, is it a tattoo…?” He tugs at the lace with eagerness. “Down here?”
It’s cute how he’s always thinking about that one tattoo he hasn’t found on you yet. But it’s finally time to put the poor boy out of his misery.
You sit yourself up, slide the lace down your legs, and fling it over to the growing pile of clothing on his desk. Without hesitation, the boy’s eyes are drawn to the untouched skin between your legs. He licks his lips and leaves them parted as he stares with such intensity. There’s no tattoo to be found there, but that doesn’t make him any less fixated on what he sees.
With gentle fingers, you close his jaw and lift his chin to meet your gaze so that he can’t just drool over your pussy all day. Leaning in, you snap him out of his daze and whisper, “Does that answer your question?”
Jungkook nods and steals a kiss. “Guess that means there’s only one place left to look.”
A confident hand works its way around to your back and unclasps your bra. You press the lace to your chest before it falls off your shoulders.
This is it. This is where your little game with Jungkook finally comes to an end. You won’t have any more tattoos or secrets up your sleeve because he’ll have seen every part of you. He’s seen the shy you, the passionate you, the dorky you, the artist you, and everything in between.
You let him into your world, and he embraced it.
The bra slips from your tattooed hand and falls onto your thighs. You watch as your boyfriend scans every inch of your bare upper body until he settles on the lower outer corner of your left breast.
“It’s pretty.” His thumb strokes the tiny piece of art on your skin. It’s the silhouette of a black cat perched atop a red crescent moon. “You did it yourself?”
You give Jungkook a modest nod as he looks down at his own chest to figure out how in the world you tattooed yourself at such an awkward angle. He might be the only fuck boy out there who’d delay sex in order to consider the specifics of a tattoo so intently.
Out of nowhere, you run both hands up the boy’s torso and push him down against the mattress and between your thighs. Perhaps he wants all the details about your first tattoo, but you can save it for the pillowtalk that comes after sex.
“Maybe you can tattoo me in all the spots I can’t do myself,” you suggest, drawing attention to those tricky parts of your body—spots like your neck and anywhere on your back. Two hands grab your ass and scoot you forward until your face nearly collides with his.
“A booty tattoo would be pretty hot on you,” he says against your lips. He gives your ass a good squeeze before rolling you over and getting back on top of you. Without wasting a second, his fingers sneak their way between your legs, dip inside you, and coat themselves in your glaze. He glides around your clit and asks, “Or should I tattoo you down here?”
“Not opposed to either.” No tattoo is off the table if Jungkook is the one doing it. And despite your low pain tolerance, you know you’d definitely enjoy having his hands on you in either spot for a good hour or two. “I want you all over my body.”
“Say less.” One hand takes care of your breasts while the other continues to rub you up and down until you’re all nice and wet. The flicks of his fingers are soft and sexy, and it doesn’t take long before your body is squirming beneath him.
He pauses a couple of times and makes it very clear that he’s in no hurry. You, on the other hand, are quickly becoming a hot mess, and the snail speed isn’t helping. It’s torture at its finest.
“More… Jungkook,” you manage to say between moans. “Please.”
Your boyfriend stares down at how turned on and needy you are for him. His eyes wander across your naked body from your slick center to your perky nipples to your flushed face. He takes his thumb and swipes it gently over your lips.
“Do you want my mouth up here?” he asks, watching carefully for a cue from you. His fingers down below tap on your clit several times. “Or down here?”
You feel the bundle of nerves swelling up between your legs at the mere thought of him lapping you up and eating you out. He’d be latched onto your center with the tightest grip around your thighs, unable to control himself like a vampire sucking his plaything dry. His tongue would surely be the death of you.
But the huge bulge in his boxers is an even deadly temptation.
You weave your fingers through the long hair at his neck and pull him down until your lips can reach his. This kiss is filled with hunger and lust. “Here is perfect,” you say before he goes in for seconds.
The boy obliges and continues on with the makeout session. He pulls back a second later and asks, “Wait, has anyone ever gone down on you?”
“Not yet.” Something tells you that’ll change in the near future, though.
Jungkook gives you a cheeky smile like the troublemaker he is. “You’re so innocent, Y/N.”
It shouldn’t take long to change his mind about that.
You slide your hand up the front of his boxers, right over his bulge. His entire body stiffens against the sudden contact.
“By the way, I’ve been thinking a lot about this dick tattoo you may or may not have,” you say as you continue to rub him through the cotton. “I imagine something like a cute little snake.”
“Me? Cute and little?” Jungkook snorts. Now that he repeats your words back, you have to admit it was a pretty innocent remark on your end. At least you know he finds your innocence endearing. “Try saying that again with my cock down your throat.”
Eager to accept his challenge, you tug at his waistband. He steps out of his boxers with haste and kicks them off to the side. The first things you notice are of course his lack of a tattoo and his size. He might be even larger than you’d been estimating while silently evaluating the bulge through his boxers.
“Sorry to disappoint, but there aren’t any cute little snakes here,” the boy jokes. He leans back as you slither your fingers around him and bring yourself in for a closer look. He’s warm, veiny, and awfully big, but there’s nothing you can’t handle from him. You shudder at the thought of him pounding into you with that massive size and length. You swear you’ve never been so turned on just from looking at dick. If the perfect cock exists, you’re holding it.
“No worries, I always appreciate a long and large blank canvas to work with.” You feel clever for coming up with that one. And who knows. Maybe you’ll be the one working on his dick tattoo in the future.
Both you and Jungkook watch your tattooless hand go up and down his length. He’s getting so tense and worked up despite how little you’ve touched him. You want to see how far you can push him.
“I know you said you’d do all the work today, but I don’t think I can help myself,” you say, wetting your lips a few centimeters away from his erection. Perhaps it’s your own desires clouding your judgment, but he looks like he could really benefit from having your mouth around him. You plant a soft kiss just below his swollen tip and glance up at your boyfriend for his thoughts on your unspoken proposal.
“Well, I’m not going to say no to that.” Jungkook’s eyes are as gentle as eyes can be in the midst of sex. He pokes the back of your tattooed hand and says, “Just be careful with this hand, okay?”
He’s being so sweet and considerate about your newly branded skin, but you honestly wouldn’t mind if he tied your hands up to ensure you’re behaving the way he asks. That’s another kink to explore some other time, though.
“It’s a good thing sucking you off doesn’t require much hand usage,” you smirk.
Knowing his eyes are all on you, you decide to make a spectacle out of what would otherwise be an ordinary blowjob. Your tongue starts by teasing him with a few wet kisses all around his length. The room is filled with the sounds of diligent sucking and the needy kind of moans you only make when you’re really craving cock. You want to make sure he knows how into his body you are.
When you take a peek to see how he’s holding up, he’s straining his neck just so he can watch exactly what you’re doing to him. If you didn’t already have your mouth around his cock, he probably would have started jerking off to the show you’re putting on for him with all your lewd sounds and naked body. You love the thought of him pleasuring his horny self at the sight of you doing something naughty.
“You taste better than ice cream,” you say after a very intentional flick of your tongue over his tip. The teasing doesn’t stop there, though. Your lips just barely graze him as you let half his length in. His poor cock is like a lollipop melting away against a tongue that hasn’t tasted pure sugar in months.
Even if you tried, you couldn’t stop. You’re addicted to him.
“Fuck, Y/N,” he groans in rhythm with the movements of your mouth. “I take back what I said about you being innocent.”
You try to fight off the stupid grin creeping up on you, but you fail miserably. “I’m only this naughty when I’m with you.”
“Good.” He does his best to maintain his composure as you take the rest of his length, but that’s not working out too well for him. You feel him wince in pleasure as soon as he hits the back of your throat. His breathing is rough and sloppy in a way you haven’t heard before. You’re driving him crazy, and you love it. “I need you all to myself.”
The boy watches on as you devour him like a popsicle. You’ve always thought you had your gag reflexes under control, but you have to admit his large size is a lot for your throat to take on. Jungkook wasn’t just talking himself up earlier.
Your half-moan, half-gag vibrates against his cock. His hand reaches for yours on instinct.
“You good, babe?” His sudden concern and pet name for you are like positive reinforcements for choking on his cock. You want to do it again, over and over.
“Mm,” you moan, continuing to slide his length up and down your throat. Somehow, you feel your throat warming up to his size. That doesn’t mean you won’t keep gagging to stroke his ego, though. It’s your way of acknowledging that your boyfriend has (by far) the biggest cock you’ve ever sucked.
“Sure I’m not too big for you? What about your tight little pussy?” He’s taunting you again. And you lean right into it.
“Let’s find out.” You finally pull back from his erection and crawl forward until your breasts are dangling over him and your pussy is aligned with his cock. He reaches up with his thumb to wipe the glossy glaze off your plumped lips. You lick the rest up like sweet syrup.
To stall things out just a bit longer, you rock your hips back and forth so that your clit drags against his tip as the two of you makeout. You’d been so focused on sucking his cock that you’d forgotten how sensitive you still were between your legs. As tame as it might seem, grinding against him like this feels so fucking good.
When your little bud gets a tad too excited, you put your hips on pause and push yourself back up into a sitting position on top of him. As soon as you lift your ass again, Jungkook’s hands slip beneath you for support. You make him watch as you curl several fingers up your pussy to ensure you’re wet and horny enough to accommodate his massive size. No shit you’re horny enough.
You reach behind your back to grab his cock and position him where he can ease into you. His cock has the audacity to give you a little nudge at your entrance, but his eagerness is understandable. You feel it too.
As you slowly lower yourself onto his length, you’re thankful for the “safe sex speedrun” (as your gamer boyfriend likes to call it) the two of you went on in the weeks leading up to this. Nobody’s getting preggy, nobody’s catching any STDs, but you will get to experience just how good he feels with no condom in the mix.
“You’re awfully tight, Y/N,” Jungkook hums, the corner of his eyes crinkling upward in the most endearing way possible. He’s right. He’s only got an inch or two in and plenty more to go. He must be feeling like a god right now.
You’ve encountered a handful of larger-than-average dicks in your sex life, but you’ve never taken this long to get them all the way in. The boy also picks up the time ticking away.
“In the meantime…” he starts but never finishes his sentence, rubbing your clit between two fingers. The jolt of pleasure proves to be counterproductive as your muscles tighten around his cock. You hate how weak you are to his fingers. One of these days, you know he’s going to catch on and make you get on your knees and beg before he even lays a finger on you. You won’t be able to resist, either.
“Fuck,” you huff. His fingers find a nice rhythm, gradually getting stronger and more intense. You give into the pleasure and throw your head back for just a second. But if he continues down this path, you’re going to come before you’ve got him halfway in. To prevent your bundle of nerves from exploding on the spot, you pull both of his hands up to your breasts as a distraction. He doesn’t seem to mind.
“You have the perfect tits, you know that?” He squeezes them both like stress balls even though you know he hasn’t had anything to stress about since midterms. It’s probably just the frustration building for every additional second he’s forced to wait before fucking the shit out of you.
Once he’s in as far as he’ll go, his hands slide down to your waist where he has a strong grip on you. Like the gentleman he is, he lets you take the lead first. You use a combination of your hips and thighs to leverage your weight up and down his length. Meanwhile, your greedy little fingertips take the opportunity to get acquainted with his hard abs. You’re once again reminded of how in shape he is. His commitment to everything important—his health, his studies, his future, you—is so incredibly attractive.
Despite how much you crave wild sex, this first bit is still slow and sensual, just until you adjust to his size. Your hips are hard at work on his cock, and you find it kind of romantic the way he gazes into your eyes as you pleasure yourself on him.
As you speed up, you hear more and more grunts and groans from the boy’s throat. And once you’ve got a steady pace going, you start to feel his hips move beneath you. His thrusts are so strong that you’d probably bounce right off his cock if not for his hands keeping you strapped into place. At least he gets a nice little show from your bouncy tits he loves so much.
“Is rough okay with you? I can go harder,” he says with the smuggest look on his face. You didn’t realize there was a level up from what he was already doing. Not in that position anyway.
As soon as you nod, he lifts your entire body up off his cock like it’s nothing, just to show off the results of his daily visits to the gym. In a smooth transition, the two of you switch positions with you on your back and him on top.
You get a good look at him holding his big throbbing cock over you, and your hand wanders down between your legs on instinct without you realizing it. You rub away and feel how swollen and close you are to hitting your high.
Leaving your legs spread open, you eagerly wait for Jungkook to shove himself back into you. He angles his cock at your entrance and works his way inside you with relative ease this time around.
“You’re so fucking tight,” the boy growls. He cups your chin and steals a passionate kiss from you before pinning you against the pillows. He has a gentle hold on the wrist with the bunny fairy flying right above it.
“And you’re so fucking big,” you finally admit, hoping to unlock another horny masculine urge from him. “It feels so good.”
The roughness behind his first few thrusts is a not-so-subtle reminder to hold on tight. You reach around with your free arm to hang onto his back, like an innocent hug that eventually turns dirty. If the sex gets any rougher, Jungkook might have a few claw marks on his back like he’d been scratched by a feral cat.
With your claws dug deep into his skin and your other arm still held down above your head, you feel secure beneath him—secure enough to ask to be fucked as hard and deep as your boyfriend can go.
The first opportunity you get, you throw your ankles up over his shoulders to angle yourself better and casually suggest deeper penetration. And as soon as you say the words, the boy pounds his cock into you and hits just the right spot. Over and over again.
The moan that escapes your throat is the filthiest sound you’ve ever made. It’s a combination of pure pleasure and you trying to fight off an orgasm. If you weren’t so caught up in the sex, you’d probably feel at least a tiny bit embarrassed. Instead, it only encourages you to keep losing yourself to the pleasure as you inch closer and closer to your high. You’re just really glad no one else is around to hear it.
“I’m close,” you say, making a total mess of his hair. He continues to fuck you hard while swirling his fingers down around your clit to finish you off. God, you love his fingers.
“I can tell, babe,” he chuckles sweetly. Of course he can tell. You wouldn’t be making lewd sounds like that unless you were at the peak pleasure of really good sex. And you love how he can continue to be so playful and endearing even when you’re about to come all over him.
You suddenly gasp out in pleasure and claw your nails into his neck. Your toes curl above his shoulders, and your pussy tightens its grip around his cock. You don’t think you’ll ever get over how fucking huge he feels inside of you.
As you ride out the waves of your orgasm, Jungkook uses the momentum to match your pleasure with his own. You run your hand against his back in a massaging motion and say his name softly to let him know you’re his number one supporter at the final stretch of this full-body workout session.
He grunts your name back along with a lot of sloppy profanity in response to an exceptionally strong clench around him. He gets harder and harder with each thrust until you feel yourself being filled with his creamy glaze. It’s like a massive release of all the sexual tension that had built up from the day you two met. In your experience, normal sex doesn’t feel this good. Then again, you’d like to think you and Jungkook don’t have a normal relationship.
It’s something special, and you want to cherish it forever.
You feel the wet trail that’s left behind as Jungkook pulls out, proof that it wasn’t all just a wild sex dream. His cock is drenched like a freshly glazed donut. You lick your lips even though you know you’re too worn out for another round.
“Hungry?” your boyfriend asks with the biggest grin before drowning you with a thousand soft kisses. “For actual food, I mean.”
“Right, actual food.” Your voice still has a naughty undertone as you hop up off the bed and stretch out your limbs. You make sure to give the boy a nice view of your glowy post-sex body. Maybe he’s also worked up an appetite just by staring at your naked self. An early dinner might be in order.
After washing up, you throw on one of Jungkook’s oversized tees and walk into the kitchen. The cat is busy eating her seafood dinner while the handsome chef is stirfrying noodles and veggies with what smells like the okonomi sauce you recommended to him some time ago. You spot the half-empty bottle on the counter to confirm your suspicions.
“You’re right, this sauce makes everything better,” he says with a noodle hanging from his mouth. He slurps it up and gives you a small bite to try as well. It tastes so familiar yet brand new at the same time. Something tells you it’s the chef that makes all the difference. You’d eat those noodles every day if Jungkook were the one cooking them for you.
“We should try making actual okonomiyaki one time,” you suggest, dishing the meal out between two bowls. That would be a fun little date activity—shopping for ingredients together, struggling to make a proper okonomiyaki, and eating it anyway when things go horribly wrong.
“Ooh, yeah. Have you seen all those videos where they’re throwing all the shit together on one of those hot plates and it comes out perfect every time? They make it look easy.” He pulls out his phone, and the two of you spend the next half hour going down the okonomiyaki rabbit hole as you fill your bellies. Never mind that you’ve already seen these videos. You just love Jungkook’s enthusiasm because it reminds you that your bond with him will never just stop at art and tattoos.
It’ll go as far as you and Jungkook want to take it. In your mind, the sky is the limit, and you’ll aim for the stars every time.
After a long day of big reveals, tattoos, sex, and okonomiyaki, your body is finally running low on energy. You curl up with the cat in Jungkook’s bed as the boy finishes his shower. All you can think about is how perfect the day has been. You couldn’t have asked for anything more.
Your eyelids start to feel heavy until your smoking hot boyfriend returns with wet hair and no shirt. You’re not ashamed to say you’re wide awake now after seeing his bare skin again. As soon as he rolls onto the bed, you snuggle up to his chest. Your nose is filled with his spiced body wash, and you’re tempted to breathe him in until you’re intoxicated.
“So…” Jungkook sneaks a hand up your shirt and rubs the tiny cat and moon on the side of your boob. “Are you going to tell me more about this tattoo?”
“I want to know what you think about it first,” you say, sitting up and lifting your shirt up just enough for him to see the design clearly. He examines it again and even holds your hand tattoo up right next to it for comparison.
“It’s like night and day. The dark and mysterious cat on the moon, and the bright and innocent bunny fairy. One is for everyone’s eyes, while the other is hidden away waiting to be found.”
“I didn’t even think of that.” You’re thoroughly impressed by your boyfriend’s critical thinking. You wonder what that analysis says about you.
“Oh, and it reminds me of Sailor Moon,” he adds. Of course the biggest Sailor Moon enthusiast in the room would pick up on the loose inspiration for that design.
With a soft laugh, you lay back down and resume the cuddling session. You wish you’d never left. It’s so warm and toasty in Jungkook’s arms. And you know you’re always safe with him.
“Can I tell you a behind the scenes secret about this tattoo?” You point to the side of your boob. The boy nods. “It was either this tiny one or a whole sleeve.”
“You were really considering a whole sleeve?” He runs his hand up and down your arm to generate more body heat. “What happened with that?”
“You know how, when you’re in this industry, people expect you to be covered in art? When your arms look like mine, a lot of people will question your authenticity, especially when you’re just starting out,” you explain.
You might have celebrities and fellow artists who’ll back you up now that you have a large portfolio and presence on social media, but it wasn't easy for you in the beginning when you had no one.
You’d heard a lot of shit being said about you, and you tried to push past it, but it got to be too much at some point. You specifically remember another artist saying, “What does she know about tattoos if she doesn’t have any tattoos of her own?”
That’s when you decided to bite the bullet despite how you felt about needles.
“I just thought it’d be easier to move forward if they could see how passionate I was about tattoos. A sleeve would’ve been clear proof of that.”
Jungkook plants a kiss on your sleeveless arm. “The assholes who judged you clearly didn’t know what they were talking about.”
“I eventually realized that,” you say softly. “I ended up designing the whole sleeve, only to look at it later and say I couldn’t go through with it.”
“The last thing you want to do is have a whole sleeve of resentment tattooed to your skin,” he says. Your boyfriend says the wisest things sometimes.
“That’s why I downgraded,” you agree. “Part of me still wanted a tattoo, but it didn’t need to prove anything to anyone. So I went with this cute little guy and tucked him away for a handsome boy to find a few years later.”
“I’m glad you let me see it.” Jungkook gives your whole body a good squeeze. “I bet your sleeve design was sick, though.”
You roll over to grab your phone and scroll through your photos. Once you track down the design in question, you hand your phone over to the boy.
“Oh shit.” His eyes are wide as he zooms in to catch every little detail. Among all the chaos you’d thrown into the piece, Jungkook points out something intriguing. It’s a black panther perched on a crescent moon. It still surprises you how good the details came out on it.
“That’s the one part of this whole design that I still really like,” you say. Clearly you have a soft spot for the moon panther. Otherwise you wouldn’t have the miniature version of it tattooed to your breast. “It feels like a waste to have abandoned it.”
“Weren’t you supposed to have a consultation today to discuss design details with a client?” Jungkook hums innocently as if he’s not referring to himself. “He might be interested in the moon panther, if that’s an option.”
You draw an imaginary circle on the boy’s forearm that isn’t already covered in ink. It’s easy to imagine that sort of tattoo on him. It suits him perfectly. “It’ll look good on you.”
“I can’t wait.” Jungkook does that adorable wrinkly grin again and melts your heart away. “By the way, was that the origin story for how you got the name snowsleeve?”
“Yeah.” You smile back. You’ve always had a special attachment to your IG handle because it’s a reminder that you’re a tattoo artist whether or not you have a sleeve to prove it. That was the confidence boost and secret identity you needed back then before you had people on your side—and before you had Jungkook. “But now that I think about it, I might have to change that name if you ever cover my arm in more bunny fairies.”
You wonder what clever name you’d change it to. Or maybe you’d start going by your real name. That doesn’t sound like a bad idea.
After letting out a huge yawn, you kiss Jungkook on the lips and drift off to sleep feeling so warm and safe in his arms.
Been wondering … if I set up an Instagram page for my tumblr « fanbase » (hahahaha) would you follow me? I’d like to keep you more updated and have a more organized blog (tumblr is a little chaotic in that sense), but keep it secret at the same time because not a lot of people in my real life knows that I write BTS fanfics 😅😅😅
I’d like to post pictures and stories and just be more socially active with you! And I think Instagram might be easier for me. 🤷🏻♀️
Anyways … That Time 4 coming later today, maybe tomorrow!
Hi! Im a bit lost about Snapdragon and the two drabbles after. So what did jk actual do to the oc? We obviously know cheating,but was it just that kiss that Sarah did or did he sleep with her while in a relationship with the oc? Because I’m pretty sure it says something like that, but with the drabbles afterwords it kind of implies that the cheating jk did was the kiss that Sarah initiated and not the sleeping with her, like that was before him and oc were dating. In one of the drabbles (I forgot which one 😭) but it says something along the the lines of the oc thinking that jk actually cheated on her but it was a misunderstanding and that has to be about the kiss, but then in the same drabble I believe, jk says something like how he doesn’t even remember what happened, so I’m thinking that’s about the after party he got drunk at and slept with Sarah that was mentioned in the first fic. And in the Fressia drabble, all that is mentioned is the kiss when bringing up the cheating.
the oc just talks about it being a misunderstanding and that he really didn’t cheat but at the same brings up that he cheated but it’s only about the kiss. While in the the fic it implies that they slept together when he and the oc were dating, so it’s not a misunderstanding, he’s a cheater. And I’m pretty sure we haven’t seen jk talk about his side of the story yet, only Sarah’s and that says that they slept together but he told her he was breaking things off but then said they slept together again (if I’m remembering correctly) and that she was the one who kissed him Etc. I’m just really confused on what actually happened 😭
Hi!! So sorry I’m super late to this!
So, chronologically speaking JK and Sarah were sex buddies before he met Y/N. As he started developing feelings for Y/N he started seeing Sarah less and less and the last time they were together was on New Year’s Eve (when JK and Y/N had their first kiss).
Fast forward weeks, JK and Y/N are officially a couple, but ... after party happens, alcohol and muscle memory I guess ... JK has drunk sex with Sarah.
From my point of view - or JK’s subconscious’ point of view - since it was early on in their relationship, JK wasn’t in love with Y/N yet. He really really really liked her and care for her. He knew he fucked up nonetheless and was afraid of losing what he thought could have been the love of his life (?). He was so scared of the consequences that he didn’t talk about it to his bestest of friends. So - cowardly, or better yet superficially - he decided to completely eliminate the memory from his head. And at some point I think he really did because after the initial guilt-phase everything got back to normal.
From Y/N’s perspective, the kiss is the trigger. It’s what she saw with her own eyes, she knows he had sex with another girl but it didn’t hurt as much as the kiss because she was in love with him when it happened. Y/N had thought about it over the years: if JK confessed as soon as the after party thing she would have left him, yes, but because he would have hurt her pride more than her heart. And probably she would have given him a second chance too if given the time to get over it.
I’m not sure I’m making any sense.
Again, chronologically speaking:
1. JK and Sarah are sex buddies.
2. JK and Y/N meet and start developing feelings for each other.
3. JK starts seeing Sarah less and less, New Years’ Eve is the last time he sees her.
4. At midnight JK and Y/N kiss for the first time, they become a couple. Not in love yet!
5. JK gets drunk at the after party and has sex with Sarah.
6. Okay, now they are in love.
7. Sarah is pregnant, thinks JK is the father, makes a move and kisses him. Y/N sees.
8. They break up. Y/N has kissing trauma (haha)
Aaand again, I’m not sure all of this answer your questions. I tried!!
I really thank you so much because I didn’t know I needed this! It made me realize that there are a lot of things I need to clear up! So you just inspired me!
Hi Denise! Just wanted to stop by and say your writings hold a special place in my heart, you know that! Here’s a big hug and sending you lots of love!
OMG 😱 Lots of love to you too! You are such a big part of my journey! 💜❤️
I have been doing this monthly reading lists for years now 🥺.
I was supposed to do something for my blog anniversary but I couldn’t find the time 👉🏽👈🏽🥺. I couldn’t organize my readings enough to share (and went back to silent reading too 🥺). But anyway, I’m sort of back and here’s my attempt to organize fics reblogged, commented on, bookmarked, etc. from March to May🌹
💟 Please show these authors appreciation the most by commenting/ reblogging their fics and sending them nice asks =). Thank you, dearest authors! Days are usually tough and your stories have been part of my activities to de-stress💟
Is it for me okay to say that I look forward to your reading lists to see if any of my stories are in them? It’s like a confirmation that I did something right. It really is an honor! No kidding! You are like The Academy of Tumblr in my eyes!
Is it also okay to say I love you even if I don’t really know you?
Genre Extreme Sports AU | Slice of Life AU | Heavy Angst
Warning Death | Mentions of Suicide | Mentions of Depression (Please, do NOT read if these themes are sensible to you)
Word count 21k
Summary “Letter to No One, 22nd. Maybe it’s time I change the greetings to my letters and actually say hi to you. Dear No One. Yes, that’s better. I was looking forward to writing this one. Tomorrow we’ll be my 100th jump. Can you believe it? It seems only yesterday that I bought my very first suit. Time really flies. I think I’ll have to celebrate. I’d celebrate with you, if only you existed. We could have gone to the amusement park and enjoy some rides. Haneul used to really like those. She would have liked you too. Well … the “you” I imagine, anyways. Have I ever told you you’re a girl? I guess I did at some point. You’re a girl No One. You don’t really have a face, but I guess you could be beautiful. Cool, too. You have to be cool to willingly read my weird letters. But again, you don’t exist. I’m starting to wish you did though. It would be nice to have someone to be with tomorrow - someone who knows. Like you.”
A/N This one was really difficult to write, reason why it took me so long to publish it. I’m sorry to have kept you waiting! I’d really appreciate your feedback! Thank you! (This has yet to be edited)
This is so gorgeous! omg i’m crying and i don’t care; EVERYBODY should know this story. Author you did a spectacular job!
How beautifully written this is, how you feel those emotions through the screen, how you start connecting the dots little by little, how they were probably destined to meet, how she could have been no one and everyone for him… 🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
It really made me think about life, you gotta appreciate every second of it, you don’t know how long or short it is.
Again this is one of the best stories ever, if you are wondering about reading it or not, please read it, you are not going to regret it!
🌹 I just read a comment left on this first drabble that clearly you know how to break hearts and I agree 100%. Your stories always remain potent in my heart and this one is no different. I may not know the whole story behind their break up or even the relationship dynamics among the characters or what will happen to OC but I’m already invested emotionally. Looking forward to snippets of their lives 😊
As always I really look forward to reading your reviews, you help myself as a writer and my blog so much and I’m sure so many others as well. So thank you so much!! Here’s to never disappointing you!
mutual help by @personasintro | 51 / ongoing on wattpad | best friends au, fwbs au, fake dating au, slow burn | s, f, a ✨
inevitable by @ahundredtimesover | 8/8 | exes au, parents au, baseball player!JK | a, s, f ✨
hidden stars by @jungblue | 5/5 + drabble | idol au, it's a jk x reader and yoongi x reader so it's a love triangle | a, s
rattled by @gukslut | 8/8 + epilogue | single dad au, healing, enemies to friends to lovers, slow burn | a, s ✨
serendipity by @rohobi | 14/14 + epilogue | best friends/fwbs au, humour | s, f
i'd love you to stay but that's simply insane by @taexual | 22/22 | college au, (ex)childhood friends au, jk is part of a band, fake dating in the middle of the story tho | f, s ✨
falling skies by @fortunexkookie | 6/6 | friends to enemies to friends to lovers, best friend's brother, roommates au, childhood friends, fuckboy!jk, nurse!jk, slow burn, sexual tension, I hate that I like you, smut, hurt/comfort, character death, pining | f, s, heavy angst ✨
puzzle by @kimvvantae | 8/8 | best friends to lovers au, fwbs au, college au, comedy | s, a
all that glitters by @aquagustd | 9/9 | unrequited love au, college au, pining, infidelity, toxic relationship, fuckboy!jk, manipulation | s, f, HEAVY angst ✨
always you by @taestefully-in-luv | 9/9 + several drabbles | best friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, roommate au, college au, slight crack | s, f, a
fight for you by @ahundredtimesover | 8/8 + epilogues | bodyguard!jk x heiress!reader | a, s
animal by @cutaepatootie | 9/9 | boxer!jk, strangers to lovers, didn't expect the ending | f, s, very angsty ✨
take a chance by @crystaljins | 7/7 | hanahaki au, co workers | a
safety net by @pradaksj | 2/2 | enemies to friends to lovers au, roommates au, pining, boxer!jungkook | f, s, a
stockholm syndrome by @taleasnewastime | 8/8 | mafia/gang au, university au, strangers to lovers | s, a, f ✨
comfort inn ending by @joonbird | 7/7 | infidelity au, reader did it | f, very angsty
lowkey by @xpeachesncream | 17/17 | popular!reader x nerd!jjk, college au, fake dating au, friends (with benefits?) to lovers au | f, a, s
effortlessly by @gyukult | 10/10 + epilogue | childhood friends au, college/school au, becomes established relationship | f, s
half a heart without you by @/blaqandwhite (ao3) | 5/5 | unrequited love au, hurt/comfort, character death, lots of pining, bestfriends/childhood friends au, kinda slow burn | f, a ✨
amended by @foxymoxynoona (i read it on ao3) | 67/67 | police officer!jk x single mum named oc, childhood friends au, enemies to friends to lovers, marriage of convenience au, hurt/comfort, slow burn ;D, check tags for tw | love the angst, f, s ✨
i'm on the run with you, my sweet love by @inkofyoonkoo (ao3) | 10 / ongoing | tattooist!jk, fake dating au, fwbs au, (ex)best friends, friends to lovers, road trip au, mutual pining, slow burn | f, s, very angsty
i lo(ath)ve you by @/shookbutinfired (ao3) | 9 / ongoing | enemies to friends to lovers, exes au, love/hate, high school au, mutual pining, slow updates but it's worth it | a
you up? by @/dappleddaisies (wattpad) | 57/57 | college au, named oc, jungkook is a sweetheart, slow burn, exes au, one of the best books on wattpad ong | s, f, a ✨
youth. by @/hoseoksheartbeat (wattpad) | 31/31 | soulmate au, jungkook is 212 years old | a, f
just friends by @kinktae | 3/3 | best friends to lovers au, fwbs au | a, s
bitchin' by @kinktae | 10/10 | 1980s au, based on to all the boys i've loved before, enemies to lovers, fratboy!jk | a, f, s ✨
han by @/-saeris (wattpad) | 41/41 | named oc, best friends/childhood friends au, fantasy au (kinda) f, very angsty - prepare tissues
bonded by @/igotbangtan_7 (wattpad) | 95 / ongoing | fuckboy!tae, kinda a vminkook fic ( theres tae x oc, jk x oc and slight jimin x oc), everyone's got trauma and demons, a bit messed up, one of my fav fics of all time, lots of mature themes beware | f, s, a ✨
colour vision by @/dappleddaisies (wattpad) | 55/55 | strangers to lovers au, named oc, news reporter!oc, world where life is seen in mono or colour, unique fic i loved | a, f, s
kumiho by @/dappleddaisies (wattpad) | 79 / ongoing | mafia au, named oc | s, f, a
baby, my baby by @pjimims | 10/10 | single parent au, writer!oc, class reunion | a, f ✨
brown-eyed baby by @jeonstudios | 2/2 | single dad!jk, exes to friends to lovers au | s, a, f
one-step forward, two-steps back by @oureuphoria | 2/2 | slow burn, friends to lovers, tattooist!jk, roommate's fwb | a, a little fluff
ego by @suga-kookiemonster | 9/9 | college au, fuckboy au, fratboy au, humour, lab partner!jk | s
sugar high by @yeojaa | 16/16 | best friends/childhood friends au, named oc, idol au, slow burn, hurt/comfort, unrequited love | a, f
please love me by @ahundredtimesover | 4/4 | arranged marriage au, childhood friends au, ceo kids | a, f, s
empty space by @ahundredtimesover | 2/2 | undercover police officer!jk, ex-fwbs au, time jump | a, s ✨
you belong with me by @joonscroll | 6/6 i put the link for the author's mlist to get all the chap. links | best friends to lover au, unrequited love, check tw before reading 3, 4 | a, f
a lover's kiss by @hueseok | 15 / last chapter to be posted | friends with benefits au, idiots to lovers au, college au, pining, swimmer!jk, editor-in-chief!reader | s, f, a
moonlight melody by @gukyi | 2/2 | fake dating au, university orchestra au, vacation au, slow burn | f, minor a ✨
One shots
it takes two by @junghelioseok | 29.8k | fake dating au, roommate au | s, f ✨
ruin the friendship by @kpopfanfictrash | 8k | best friends to lovers au | s, f
over the edge by @kpopfanfictrash | 9.1k | established relationship au, sequel to ruin the friendship | s, f
how many drinks? by @xpeachesncream | 12.2k | college au, dance group au, bestfriends/bestfriends with some benefits au | f, s, slight a ✨
idealizations concerning real life relations by @venusiangguk | 40.9k | strangers to lovers au, fwb au | s, very angsty
sweet apple biscuits by @rosaetae | 15.5k | orange au (one of my fav animes) | a
can't be without you by @ahundredtimesover | 30.2k | best friends to lovers au, underground fighter!JK | a, f, s ✨
orange tulips by @kainks | 10.2k | soulmate au, reincarnation au | a, f, light smut
my beauty, my blood by @7cypher | 20k | mafia au, single parent!oc | f, a
my babysitter's a quarterback by @ohpretty-baby | 30k | enemies to lovers, mutual pining, crackfic, qb!jungkook x cheerleader!reader | f, a
the lines between us by @chateautae | 10k | enemies to lovers au, detective!au, partner!jungkook, fwb au, slight fantasy au | s, a
this is how we break by @ahundredtimesover | 20.6k | exes au | a, f, s ✨
snapdragon by @dfdph | 18.5k | college au, fratboy!jk, infidelity au | a, f
daffodil by @dfdph | 21k | med au, exes au, sequel to snapdragon | a, f
everythingoes by @jamaisjoons | 24k | fuckboy!tae x reader and Jungkook x reader, infidelity, toxic relationship, 2 love interests, best friend!tae | s, slight fluff, angsty
(road)tripping for you by @latetaektalk | 31k | road trip au, strangers to lovers au, only one bed, summer au | f, slight a ✨
after i left you by @latetaektalk | 38.9k | exes au, fake dating au, enemies to lovers-ish au, unrequited feelings-ish au | a, f ✨
only for you by @jikookiekosmos | 32.8k | best friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, teeny social media au, mutual pining | a, s, f
first light by @inktae | 24.8k | based on hotarubi no mori e, jk x reader and tae x reader | f, mainly a
changes in between by @taegularities | 24.7k | roommate au, strangers to friends to lovers, some crack, pining | f, s, a
days to morning glory by @sketchguk | 20.6k | exes to lovers au, roommate au, high school sweethearts, based off the movie the hows of us, aspiring rockstar!jk x med. student!reader| s, f, a
show me something by @yoonia | 51.7k | road trip au, friends to enemies to lovers au, first love au, slow burn | s, a, f ✨
microwave (mis)adventures by @bymoonchild | 20k | college au, roommates au, enemies to lovers au | f, s, slight a
milestone by @1kook | 8k | highschool/college au, brother’s best friend au, oc’s first time | s
all in by @iamjungkooked | 13.1k | best friend's boyfriend au, mutual pining, all works out in the end tho | mild smut, tiny bit of fluff, mostly angst
white lies by @noteguk | 13.3k | athlete!jungkook x reader, childhood best friends au, fake dating au, idiots to lovers, so much sexual tension, mutual pining | f, s, minor a ✨
shield by @rmverse | 18.6k | security guard!jk x bartender!reader, jk is cute | f, s
the art of war more by @kpopfanfictrash | 42.4k | enemies to lovers au, college au, althlete au, hockey captain!jk x dancer!reader | s, f, a✨
fortuity by @yoontopia | 7.7k | detective au, childhood friends to lovers | f, a
17 going on 27 by @hansolmates | 22.6k | photographer!jk x editor!reader, crack, timeskip from high skl to adulthood, time travel au | f, a
i can't wait to tell you, i told ya by @moon-write (can read it on ao3) | 16.2k | single dad!jk, idiots to lovers au, mutual pining, best friend au | f, a
here i come by @chateautae | 3k | college au, pwp, tipsy hide and seek gone right? | s ✨
not so honest by @parkmuse | 9.3k | roommates au, pwp, noona!reader, jk is a brat, steamy | s
not like you by @oureuphoria | 28k | dilf!jk, boxer!jk, enemies to lovers, childhood friends/rivals, slow burn, single dad au | f, a
stoic by @blue-jade | 4.2k | ceo!jk, infidelity au, jk is terrible, has a part 2 "redemption" (see author's mlist) | a, s
your every wish is my command by @jeonggukingdom | 13k | genie au, fantasy au, crack | s, f
somebody that i used to know by @astramoonchild | 9.7k | childhood best friends, fwbs au, waterpark au, roommates au, lim jaebeom x reader too | a, s
illusion of choice by @hobibliophile | 7.3k | heir au, arranged marriage au, childhood friends au, character death | a, f, s
that which still haunts us by @nottodayjjk | 17.8k | exes au, jungkook is a hitman | s, a
love alive by @jamaisjoons | 17k | post breakup au, exes au, pining, they still love each other :( | a, f, s ✨
last updated: 02/05/22
note: i can’t add anymore links to this post cos i hit the limit lmao so i’ll be making another one!
Do you adore any authors on this site in terms of stories and their writing? (I hope you got my point, please understand english is not my first language) may you have a splendid day!
please don't apologize! english isn't my first language too, it's all good :'>
and YESS there are a lot of talented authors on here and i absolutely adore each and every one of them 😭 i'm in awe of their writing so much and there's too many of them to mention, but the ones i can name at the top of my head:
there are a lot more and i'm hoping to compile them all in 1 post sometime in the (far?) future when i have free time. what about u anon, do u have any fave authors here as well? i'd love to check them out :D
When the alarm went off at exactly 7.00 o’clock Jungkook was already awake. He let it ring for a couple of seconds, listening to the annoying and acute sound before turning it off. He turned his head towards the window: the curtains were slightly open to let a few rays of sunshine enter the room.
It was a habit of hers. She couldn’t sleep in total darkness.
It looked like a beautiful summer day with the sky of a light blue and the sun slowly rising. If he concentrated a bit, he could hear some birds chirping good morning.
He got up with a sigh and walked towards the bathroom. He emptied his bladder, rinsed his hands and washed his face. He looked at his reflection on the mirror: his facial hair was getting longer, it had now reached the point where it was more than a shadow over his chin.
He didn’t mind. She always wanted to see him with a beard.
He went back to his room to dress up: a simple dark suit and a white shirt. He put his nose to the collar, sniffed it a bit and frowned. It was clean, but smelled oddly different.
His breakfast was just as simple: a cup of caffé latte and a slice of toasted bread with butter. He ate quickly and silently, casually scrolling through his Instagram home feed without really paying attention. He then washed the few dishes, carefully placing his clean navy blue mug next to her ruby red one.
By 7.30 he was ready to leave the apartment.
In less than twenty minutes he was at his office building’s underground parking lot, locking his car and walking upstairs towards the entrance hall. The elevator ride to the nineth floor was silent and lonely because, just like every morning, he was one of the firsts to arrive.
His office was one of the biggest on the floor: one of the perks of being a partner of a big law firm. It was a position he achieved not too long ago, one of the very few good things that happened to him the past month.
“Good morning, Mark.” He smiled at his long time secretary.
“Good morning to you.” The guy called back standing up from his desk, papers already in his hands. “Busy day today.”
Jungkook sighed. “Always is.”
“First things first, Mr. Lee Jr wants to see you in half an hour. He personally came to my cubicle to ask for you just a few minutes ago.” They both rolled their eyes: a meeting with the boss’s son and wannabe president was often a waste of precious time. “At nine you have a meeting with the Kims for the merge case. Everything is ready, they just have to sign the last paper and we are ready to go. At 10.30 …”
Mark continued to talk, but Jungkook wasn’t listening anymore. He sat down on his very comfortable faux leather seat, turned his back to the man and faced the full-length windows looking over the city. The view was objectively beautiful, one of the main reasons why he worked his ass off to get the promotion – besides the pay raise, of course – , but for some reason it didn’t bring joy to his heart as he thought it should have.
“Oh, and J.” his secretary called him with the familiar nickname, grabbing Jungkook’s attention. “Jimin called me this morning, he said he tried to reach you all evening yesterday but you never answered.”
Jungkook closed his eyes and sighed, trying to ignore the worried tone the man was unsuccessfully trying to hide. “Yeah, had a bit of stuff to do.” He replied vaguely.
“He said he is picking you up at six for a drink and I quote: he’ll kick your ass if you don’t show up.”
Jungkook smiled lightly. “Guess I have no choice then.”
His day at work went slowly and uneventfully, but before Jungkook knew it, it was already time to go clock out and meet with his best friend, Jimin. A part of him – the same part that ignored his calls the day before – was dreading this moment. Despite the love he had for the boy, he was clearly the last person he wanted to see. He already knew what was going to happen, Jimin was so predictable.
More than a month had passed since the day him and Y/N broke up. Or more exactly the day she stormed out of their apartment crying and he didn’t make a move to stop her.
It was easy at first: the anger giving him energy and distracting him from the real thing, clouding his vision. He was angry at her for all the things she had said that night and all the nights before that; for the way she didn’t give him room to talk, just like she always did when they spoke about serious stuff. He was angry at her for running away, for the words she said while doing so. They sounded so childish back then, but now … Now they were the most painful memory Jungkook had.
It didn’t take long for the sensation of loss to replace the anger. He felt lost without her. She was everywhere even if she wasn’t physically there.
She was in every single object in their once shared apartment: in the red mug next to his, in the embroidered initials on their towel sets, in the dying orchids in the living room. She was in all of his habits: in the way he slept with the curtains open or in the way he only had bread with butter for breakfast now because she was the one who cooked him bacon and eggs.
He never realized how everything in his life was so deeply linked to her and how at loss he felt alone in the heavy silence of their bedroom, the sheets smelling different than they used to.
When he slept it was on the right side of the bed because the left was hers, when he woke up in the morning it was because of the white digital clock she bought at Ikea, when he drove to work it was in the car they chose together. When he looked up from his computer in his office it was to look at photographs of her and them together over the years, and when he unlocked his phone it was to see the picture he took of her smile.
He had thought about calling her more than once, even more than he cared to admit. But some force always prevented him to do so. Maybe it was pride, or maybe it was just stupidity.
So the last person he wanted to see today was indeed his best friend Jimin – bubbly, caring, loving Jimin, who knew him way too well, even better than himself. He knew that he was out in a mission: make him admit his feelings, whether good or bad, because he was not a fan of bottling things up. And he was probably going to make him question all of his life choices – more than he was already doing.
The thirty second elevator ride down to the entrance hall was dreadful as Jungkook battled between running away and the guilt of thinking to do so. Thirty seconds was too short anyways to take a decision, because before he knew it the doors opened and there he was, face to face with Jimin. As if he knew what he was thinking – and he probably did – the boy had waited in front of the elevator, giving him no chance to escape.
“Gotcha!” he exclaimed, arms crossed over his chest, a sly smile curving his lips.
Jungkook couldn’t but sigh in defeat.
“I still don’t understand why you are giving up.” Jimin was saying looking at his friend as he sulkily played with the almost empty glass of whiskey. Of course, he was not one to waste his time and poke around things. “I mean, we are here at six thirty getting drunk with expensive whisky. Clearly, there’s something wrong.”
Jungkook sighed once again. “I know.”
“Do you love her?” Jimin asked carefully.
The other froze. It was the question he dreaded the most. He couldn’t answer.
“I know you do.” Jimin smiled sadly. “It’s as clear as day.”
“Is it really?” Jungkook asked quietly, finally finding the courage to voice his fears. “Do I really love her? What if it was only … habit?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. It was not habit and you know it.”
“No, I don’t.” Jungkook insisted with furrowed brows. “We … didn’t know.”
There was a pause as Jimin collected his thoughts. “Is that the reason why you broke up?”
“One of the, I guess.” Jungkook shrugged.
“What was it then?”
“I don’t know …” The man whispered. “We’ve been fighting a lot for … for a lot of things. And … at one point I just didn’t have the energy to fight her anymore.” It was scary admitting these things out loud, but it was a relief as well. Jungkook knew deep down he needed this. “And that night it was the last straw … so when she left … I let her go.”
Jimin took a sip of his drink, measuring up his next words. “And don’t you regret it?”
“I don’t know.” Jungkook answered sincerely. “I wasn’t lying when saying I’m not sure it was love anymore. It’s just … we’ve been together for so long, we grew up together, lived through so much together … but what if we care so much about each other and because of it we can’t see that it’s just that … care, care and not love.” As he shared his thoughts Jungkook felt the heavy burden on his heart being slightly lifted and the sensation was so pleasurable that he wanted more. So he kept talking. “There were days that I didn’t want to see her.” He confessed. “There were times that I didn’t want to hear her voice. It’s just that it has been really stressful at work and it is not an excuse, I know that, but the fact that after a hard day the least I wanted to see was my girlfriend made me think.”
Jimin looked at his friend as if he was some stranger. Nothing of what he had said made sense to him. Being great friends with both Jungkook and Y/N he thought he knew everything about them. If someone asked him a month ago if he believed in true love he would have answered yes and he would have given them as an example. Jungkook who didn’t love Y/N? That was bullshit.
“And now? Now that you don’t see her anymore … don’t you miss her?”
Jungkook sat in silence, the heavy burden back with all its weight on his chest. Of course he did. He nodded. “But what if-”
“What if what?” Jimin interrupted him. “What if it was the habit?” Jungkook nodded. “I don’t believe that. I can’t believe that.” Jimin shook his head. “It’s true that I didn’t have a single idea that something wrong was going on between you two, but I saw the way you looked at each other, for years, even when the other wasn’t looking and that … that is definitely not habit.” He exclaimed.
Jungkook looked up at the ceiling, thinking about his words. The times he had asked himself that same question were uncountable, before but especially after she left that evening a month ago. He also asked himself why didn’t he stopped her when she left, why didn’t he fight for her and why he still doesn’t. If he really did love her, if it really was true love, then why doesn’t he leave that bar right at that moment and run to her and beg her to be with him once again?
The answer, as it often happens in situations like these, was right in front of his eyes.
For a second, a part of him thought it funny how destiny – or whatever – seemed to have been listening to their conversation, because there was no reason whatsoever for him to see Y/N again, in that bar randomly chosen by Jimin, after over a month nonetheless.
The moment after felt like someone had stabbed his right arm, not deadly but painful enough that he wished it was. He thought that hearing her say she hated him as she left him was the worst memory he could ever have, but he was wrong.
It was this. It was watching her laugh with tears in her eyes, a hand on her stomach and the other on some man’s bicep.
He wanted to look away but it was as if he was frozen. He really didn’t want to see any of it but not a single muscle in his body moved. And so he watched. He watched as the unknown man laughed as well and leaned towards her, as she didn’t shy away from his vicinity and as he put a hand on her left knee. She had her hair cut, way shorter than she usually did, and wore a summer dress unfamiliar to him which, for some reason, added fuel to the pain he was already feeling.
Maybe it was because he always liked her in dresses or maybe because she wasn’t wearing it for him but for someone else. Or maybe it was because he couldn’t remember the last time she had laughed like that with him.
When was the last time he made her laugh? When was the last time they were happy together?
And all of a sudden he unfroze: before he knew it he was standing up, startling Jimin who had just caught glimpse of the same scene, and running out of the bar and around the corner of the building. He leaned against the wall, a hand over his chest. He was hyperventilating, his eyes were blurry – maybe for the lack of oxygen or for the tears that he could feel forming in his eyes.
“Oh my God, Jungkook!” Jimin, who caught up with him, exclaimed. “Are you okay?”
The man violently shook his head, blindly looking for him with a hand. Jimin readily grabbed it before giving him a tight hug, trying to calm him down.
“It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m here.” The boy sang trying to not tumble under the weight of his semi-conscious friend. “It’s okay.”
For the first time since he could remember, Jungkook cried. He cried like he never had before, violent sobs shaking his body and pained whimpers coming out of his lips.
And as he felt him clinging onto his back, Jimin couldn’t help but tear up as well, because he never saw his friend like this. It was as if someone had died.
And in a way maybe it did. Because what Jungkook was feeling wasn’t simple jealousy, it was loss: loss of someone who had been such a crucial part of his existence, of something – he was just now realizing – he took for granted.
The past month he had been living in denial, he could clearly see it now. And as he wasted time asking himself stupid and unnecessary questions, Y/N seemed to have found her answers.
