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“God, you're so tight. Your pussy feels so good, so wet. Just for me, right baby?”
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life was supposed to go forward the way you had always been told.
find someone, fall in love, get married, have kids.
that was the formula - the routine of every day life that you, yourself, had agreed to. it was supposed to be easy and carefree, the type of love that felt natural and yet definite. it was supposed to be certain.
jeon jungkook.
the love of your life. no one, nothing, could compare to him; the one constant in your life since you were no older than five. two years older than you, he had been the object of your infatuations even then, and though you both harboured a crush on one another as you grew up, it was only when you were 14 that you both actually pursued something.
BOUND BY VOWS ⭒ M. LIST
your world crumbles when you're forced into a marriage with jeon jungkook, a man whose commanding presence terrifies you, reminding you of your father's cruelty. yet beneath his coldness, jungkook’s unexpected kindness stirs a spark of hope, making you question everything you fear. your life together starts—an emotional journey of two hearts seeking comfort, healing and a chance at love
pairing — dom!jungkook x sub!femreader
genre — arranged marriage au, forced marriage, marriage of convenience, age gap, reader is of age, forbidden love, forced proximity, enemies to friends to lovers, grumpy x sunshine, rich ceo!jungkook, shy!reader, virgin!reader, poor!reader, obsession and possessive love, pining, slow burn, contrast of worlds, romance, drama, lots of angst, smut, fluff
warnings — 18+, explicit sex scenes, mature themes, forced marriage, emotional abuse and trauma, dark aspects, daddy issues, domestic violence references, mental health themes and struggles, smoking and drinking, grief and loss, each chapter contains their individual warnings (reader discretion is advised due to the intense, dark and potentially triggering content)
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Pairing: Idol, ex Jungkook X Fem, staff Reader X One night stand, photographer Taehyung
Theme: Drama, love triangle au, break up au, strangers to lovers au.
Summary:
Jeon Jungkook is the nation's golden boy. Most of his life is exposed in front of the camera. But as soon as the spot light goes out - you are the person he runs to. In quietness, you two fall in each other's arms offering a piece of solace. But your relationship goes through the ultimate fall when Jungkook's long time crush walks into the scene with the proposal of a collaboration.To deal with the heartbreak, you leave for a solo trip to Jeju. Guess what do you do there? heal? NO! you sleep with an unbearably handsome stranger two days in a row and then run away, wary of dealing with the consequences. One month later when the same stranger, Kim Taehyung, waltz in your life again - hellbent on making things work with you, you are considering to take a chance. The only problem is that Jungkook is not too happy with you moving towards someone that's not him.
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Ch. 1 - Begin
Ch. 2 - Somebody
Ch. 3 - Intermission - Monologue
Ch. 4 - Shot Glass of Tears [Patreon]
Ch. 5 - Slow Dancing [Patreon]
Ch. 6 - Blue [Patreon]
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FERAL THINGS DON'T BELONG INSIDE II PART 9 [IN PROGRESS] Bunny Hybrid! Jungkook
Parts: P1 l | P2 I P3 | P4 | P5 | P6 | P7 | P8 | P9 |
DESCRIPTION:
You never planned on taking in a hybrid. Especially not one like him.
You offer him food. A place to stay. Rules.
He offers you obedience. Tension. Trouble.
Because hybrids like him don't know how to exist without earning their place and you're about to learn that kindness, to someone like Jungkook, can feel just as dangerous as cruelty.
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: : pairing: Bunny Hybrid! Jungkook x reader
: : genre: Hybrid AU, Angst-driven Romance
: : warnings: alcohol use, drug use, mutual pining, violence mentions of abuse, cursing, fluff, angst, smut, jealousy, emotional trauma, hurt/comfort, dehumanisation themes.
: : word count: 50,651 [for now]
ao3 link: Link
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A/N: if you're here for emotional damage, slow-burn tension and a little bit of chaos-then yeah. let's go this fic is messy in all the ways: hurt, comfort, trust issues, anc a hybrid who doesn't really know how to be safe even when he finally is.
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PART 9
The bathroom light feels too bright for this hour.
It makes everything look harsher than it is. The chipped edge of the sink, the water stains near the drain, the tiles laid unevenly along the floor.
Your hand looks wrecked.
The skin around the deep scratches is swollen, angry red fading into ugly purple bruising. Dried blood still clings to the edges where the paramedics didn’t quite clean everything. Every small movement sends sharp stings up your arm, but you keep working in quiet determination, teeth clenched, trying not to hiss every time the antiseptic wipe touches raw flesh.
You sit on the bathroom floor, the chill of the floor seeping into your legs, medic tools scattered loosely around you.
Jungkook sits on the floor beside you, back pressed against the wall, knees drawn tightly to his chest with his head buried between them. He refused to leave you alone. The moment you stepped into the bathroom, he followed like a shadow, sliding down onto the cold tiles without a word. He hasn’t moved since.
You can hear the way his breathing changes every time you press on the wound; small, pained inhales like he’s the one being hurt. His bunny ears twitch and flatten against his hair with every sting you feel. It’s like he’s experiencing it with you. Like your pain is somehow transferring straight into his body.
You sigh, long and tired. Your hands still for a moment as you stare at the top of his head, fingers hovering where you’d just been working.
“...Kook”
You stretch your free hand toward him, aiming for the messy dark strands of his hair, wanting to offer even the smallest comfort. But before your fingers can sink into the soft locks, his voice comes out muffled and hoarse:
“Don’t touch me.”
You stop. Your hand freezes mid-air, hovering just inches from his head. For a moment you just stare at him, not sure if you heard right. After a painful second, you pull your hand back and return to bandaging your wrist in heavy silence. The only sounds are the soft tear of medical tape and the faint hum of the bathroom light.
You finish wrapping the fresh gauze, securing it tightly, then speak again, voice low and tired. "So now you won’t even look at me because I’m hurt?”
Jungkook doesn’t move at first. The words hang between you. For a long moment there’s nothing. But you feel the subtle shift in his attention. One ear twitches, faint and uncertain.
Then, slowly, he lifts his head.
Not all the way. First just his eyes peeking over his knees. Big, dark, guilty. Then his nose. Then the slightest pout, lips pressed together.
You stare at him for a second, the tension in your chest easing despite yourself.
“There you are,” you murmur.
His ears twitch at your voice. He looks away, embarrassed. “You can pat me now,” he mumbles, gaze turned so far to the side it almost seems like he’s talking to the laundry machine instead of you.
A laugh escapes you. Soft and disbelieving, the first real one since the tunnel.
"Should I?” you ask teasingly.
He nods immediately, still pouting, eyes flicking up at you through his lashes. You crouch a little and reach out again, this time slower, giving him the chance to refuse. He doesn’t.
Your fingers slide into his hair and he melts immediately. Shoulders dropping, breath leaving him in a shaky exhale. You pat him gently, smoothing the mess of his fringe, and he leans into your hand like he’s been starving for it. Your thumb brushes over the base of one ear as he sneaks another glance at your freshly bandaged wrist, expression tightening with quiet distress.
“You know this doesn’t even hurt that bad, right?” you say, voice light. Just a little lie. It hurts like hell.
“I don’t like it,” he mutters.
You can’t help thinking he’s been through worse than this.
You’ve seen it: His body. The scars. The old marks that don’t match the fresh injuries. The stitched wound under his ribs. The bruises in places that make your stomach turn if you think about them too long. Some of those scars must carry meanings you don’t even want to imagine. Different pains. Different kinds of hurt.
Yet he’s here, acting like your small wrist scratch is the end of the world. Like it’s unbearable.
You tilt your head, studying him more closely under the warm bathroom light. He actually came out of tonight’s fight with almost no new wounds. Just a few fresh bruises blooming across his cheek and shoulders. The stitched gash under his ribs had reopened slightly and needed cleaning, but nothing serious. The blood that had been smeared across his face and hands… most of it hadn’t even been his. Which it terrifying.
Was that his life until now? Fights. Fear. Drawing blood. Hate. Misery. Running. Getting cornered.
You keep your hand in his hair and ask before you can overthink it. “Can you tell me about your past?”
Jungkook goes still.
His ears twitch again, then flatten slightly. His gaze drops to the tiles between his feet, as if the patterns there are safer than your face.
Then comes silence again. Long enough that you regret asking.
You swallow, “I mean… if you don’t want me to know, that’s okay. It’s not my business.” Your voice comes out quieter this time, careful. You know you’re stepping around something fragile.
The words settle between you. For a second, you think that’s it. You’ve pushed too far. He’s already retreating somewhere you can’t follow. This is the moment he’ll lock himself away forever and you’ll never hear him speak to you again.
“I want you to know.” It’s so soft you almost miss it.
Your breath catches before you can stop it. Fingers tightening slightly in his hair.
He doesn’t look up.
“But…” His voice falters. You see the way his throat moves, the hesitation catching there. His fingers tighten around his own sleeves. “I don’t want to tell you.”
You nod slowly. Your throat tightens, forcing you to gulp before you speak.
“It’s okay,” you say gently and careful not to push. Your hand moves again, stroking through his hair one last time, slower this time. Grounding. “You don’t have to tell me then.”
He finally looks up, eyes shining with something uncertain. Relief, maybe. Or guilt that you didn’t push.
Your hand lingers in his hair for just a second longer, then slowly slips away. You clear your throat quietly and shift your attention elsewhere, reaching for the scattered supplies around you. You gather everything with careful, practiced movements, placing it all back into your first aid kit one piece at a time. The soft rustle of plastic and fabric fills the space where words don’t. When you’re done, you zip it closed and set it aside before forcing yourself to stand.
Your vision tilts for a second, the room dipping slightly as a wave of dizziness rolls through you. You steady yourself with a small inhale, pressing your lips together as you wait for it to pass. Your hand lifts instinctively, fingers brushing the back of your head where the plaster sits, covering the tender spot beneath. It still aches but you ignore it. You’ve felt worse.
“Let’s go to sleep, huh?” you say, as you move to put the kit back into the cabinet.
The moment the words leave your mouth, Jungkook scrambles to his feet with surprising speed, nearly bumping into you in his haste. His ears are perked up now, eyes wide and hopeful despite the exhaustion weighing on him.
“Can you sleep in the bed tonight?” he asks, voice small.
You pause, looking at him. “We agreed you’re sleeping in the bed until you recover.”
“I will,” he says quickly, almost desperately. His fingers twitch at his sides like he wants to reach for you but doesn’t dare. “I just… I want you next to me.”
The quiet vulnerability in his voice fills the small bathroom. You look at his tired face, at the way his ears droop slightly as he waits for your answer, and feel something soft and fierce settle deep inside your chest.
“Alright,” You give in.
His entire face sparks up. Eyes widening, ears lifting. For a second, he just looks at you like he doesn’t fully believe what he’s hearing
“But only this time,” you add quickly, before he can start vibrating out of his skin.
Jungkook nods immediately, almost eagerly. Like he’ll take any condition you attach, just to keep the yes.
You step out of the bathroom first. Your apartment is quiet. Everything looks normal again, which feels wrong after what happened today. You do a quick round like your brain won’t let you stop: check the front door lock, the chain, the window latch. You switch off the lights one by one, leaving the apartment in dim pockets of darkness.
You can feel Jungkook’s eyes burning into your back the entire time. He lingers by the bedroom door, half leaning against the frame, shoulders tense.
You glance at him from the corner of your eye.
His anticipation is palpable. He bites the side of his cheek, a nervous habit you’ve recently noticed. His tail bumps softly against the doorframe behind him. He’s in the new shorts and hoodie now. They fit better than anything he’s worn since you met him. Earlier you’d already cut and stitched little openings so his tail can move without tearing fabric.
“You can go lie down,” you tell him. “I’ll be in a minute.”
Jungkook’s head tilts. His eyes sharpen with immediate concern. “But you’re not going anywhere?”
“I’m not,” you promise, trying not to sound annoyed even though the question hits that soft bruise in you. How hard he must've been trained to expect abandonment? “I just have to brush my teeth.”
“Oh.” He nods, but he still hesitates like “teeth” is a suspicious excuse. After a long second, he gives you one last look memorizing you, then slips into the bedroom.
You exhale slowly.
Back in the bathroom, you turn the faucet on and stare at your reflection while you brush. Your hair is a mess, falling unevenly around your face. You pause for a second, toothbrush still in your hand, then tilt your head slightly, trying to catch a better angle in the mirror. Somewhere in the mess of it, the bandage should be there. You try to spot it properly, but it’s too far back, too buried under your hair to see clearly from this angle.
You reach for your phone charging on the counter. The screen is cracked, but at least it still works. You glance quickly at the message you sent to Marcus asking for tomorrow off, explaining you got sick and apologising for texting so late.
Thankfully there is a reply.
Marcus: alr. get better. next week will be busy.
A wave of relief washes over you. At least you won’t have to drag yourself to work tomorrow.
When you finally step into the bedroom, the first thing you notice is the dim glow of the small night lamp on the bedside table, casting a warm, golden pool of light across the sheets. Then there is Jungkook–Sitting neatly on the verge of the bed, hands resting on his thighs, looking unsure what to do with himself. The moment you walk in, he stands up quickly, ears perking.
“I didn’t know which side you want,” he says quietly.
You blink, caught off guard by how seriously he is. “I’m good with both.”
He nods, shifting his weight. “…Okay.”
Since he’s standing there awkwardly on the right side of the bed, you move around to the left and slip beneath the covers, hoping the quiet cue is enough. The sheets are cool at first, then warm as your body sinks into them. You lie flat on your back, staring at the ceiling, feeling your bones finally remember they’re allowed to be tired.
Jungkook hesitates for only a second before climbing in on the other side. He lies down carefully, mirroring you by lying flat on his back, scooting closer in tiny increments, but stopping just short of touching. You can feel the heat of him beside you anyway, close enough that the space between your arms feels charged.
It's awkard. You won’t lie. It really is.
This feels intimate and it’s almost stupid, considering everything you’ve already shared. The closeness, the way you’ve tasted each other, touched, comforted, even crossed lines that should’ve made this easier.
But it doesn’t. This is different.This is quiet. Vulnerable in a way that leaves no room to hide. Just existing beside each other, aware of every breath, every shift, every inch of space. Sharing a bed feels like something else entirely. It's an act of trust.
You don’t know how to act. Whether to turn toward him or stay perfectly still. The silence stretches, broken only by the faint hum of the city outside and the soft rustle of fabric every time one of you breathes.
“I’ll switch the light off,” you say eventually.
"Okay,”
Of course the lamp switch is on his side.
You lift your upper body and lean over him carefully, trying not to fall off the bed. Your hair brushes your cheek; the bedsheets slide a little.
You reach toward the lamp cord.
Under you, you feel Jungkook go rigid. His fists clamp on the bedsheet, knuckles whitening. His breath stops so suddenly you can almost hear the silence it leaves behind.
You pause with the cord in your hand. For some reason, you want to look at him one last time today. So you turn your head slightly. His gaze is already on you. Wide. Soft in a way that almost doesn’t feel real under the low light. His pupils are blown slightly, dark and glossy with exhaustion, reflecting just enough light to make them shine. He doesn’t look away. Doesn’t even blink.
His lip catches between his teeth, and he might not even realize he’s doing it. For a second, you’re sure he’s going to split it open again if he presses any harder.
“Goodnight,” you murmur softly.
Then you flick the switch.
Darkness drops over the room, sudden and complete, swallowing everything except for the faint, silvery glow of the city that slips through the gap in the curtains. It paints the ceiling in pale, ghostly strokes.
You ease back to your side of the mattress, turning onto your side so you’re facing the wall. You pull the bedsheets higher, tucking it under your chin, and try to force your body to relax.
Behind you, you hear Jungkook’s breath start again. It’s shaky, quiet, like he had been holding it the entire time you were leaning over him. You close your eyes. Your head still hurts, a dull, persistent throb at the back of your skull where it had met the tunnel wall. You try really hard to fall asleep, to let exhaustion pull you under before your brain can start overthinking (which has always been your worst habit).
You focus on your breathing. In. Out. In. Out.
The painkillers are finally kicking in, making your limbs feel heavy and numb. Sleep begins to creep over you, dragging your thoughts down into softness.
Until a shift behind you disrupts everything.
Jungkook moves. Once. Twice. Three times. Restless, small adjustments like he can’t find a comfortable position. The mattress dips and rises with every motion. His elbow brushes against your back once, then again, warm through the thin fabric of your shirt. You squeeze your eyes tighter, pretending not to notice, trying to will yourself back toward sleep.
“Y/N…” His voice is barely a whisper, soft and uncertain in the dark.
You decide not to answer. You really want him to rest. You’re afraid that if you respond, he’ll keep talking, keep worrying, and neither of you will get any sleep. So you stay perfectly still, breathing slow, pretending to already be gone.
But he doesn’t move away. Instead, his body shifts closer. You feel the mattress dip as he props himself up slightly, hovering over you. His breath ghosts across the sensitive skin of your neck, warm and unsteady, sending a trail of goosebumps racing down your spine.
“Are you asleep?” he whispers, so close that his lips nearly brush your ear.
You sigh, giving up. “Yes,” you murmur, voice heavy with exhaustion. “Go to sleep, Kook.”
There’s a pause.
He doesn’t move. He just stays there, hovering, breathing against your neck. You press your face deeper into the pillow, trying to hide from the tension thickening in the air.
Then he shifts again. His chin comes to rest carefully in the crook of your neck and shoulder. The contact is gentle, but it’s intimate in a way that makes your chest tighten. The closeness is overwhelming. His chest almost touching your back, the faint scent of his own warm skin surrounding you.
“Y/N…” His voice rumbles low against your skin, vulnerable, the sound vibrating through your shoulder.
You open your eyes but don’t move. His warmth is oddly comforting, like a weighted blanket you didn’t know you needed.
“Yes?” you whisper. “What is it?”
For a long moment he stays quiet. Then his hand moves slowely and comes to rest on your hip. His fingers curl gently into the fabric of your shirt, gripping it like an anchor. You feel his cheek press more firmly against your jaw.
“I was so scared…” The words are barely spoken, fragile in the dark.
You shift a little, eyebrows scrunching as you tilt your face slightly toward him, trying to understand better. The movement makes his grip on your shirt tighten.
“When they hurt you…” His voice cracks. “I was so scared.”
Your heart skips hard in your chest. You know exactly what moment he’s talking about: The tunnel, the moment the hybrids claws caught your wrist, the way you hit the wall. The memories flash behind your eyes in the darkness.
“I wanted to run to you,” he continues, voice trembling. “But I couldn't. They held me back. I saw you on the ground... I thought that was it. That I lost you.”
His fingers twist harder into your shirt. His face presses closer, lips brushing your neck as he speaks.
“And then when you ran away... I thought you left me. That you finally hated me. Realized what I really am.”
You listen in complete silence, barely breathing. This is the most honest he has ever been with you. The words pour out of him like he’s been holding them inside for years, not hours. You don’t interrupt. You let him speak, even as your own chest tightens with every confession.
“Then you came back,” he whispers, voice breaking. “You came back for me, even after everything. But I had to leave you there. I was so afraid it would happen again. So I decided to leave you."
The words hit you so hard you can’t stay still anymore.
You turn.
You twist in the bed, forcing him to lift his head. The covers tangle around your legs as you sit up. Jungkook freezes, startled by how suddenly you moved, as if he expected you to stay quiet and accept his logic.
You’re inches away now.
Close enough to see the shine in his eyes. Close enough to see his ears sit lower than before. Close enough to feel his breath on your lips.
“But you didn’t really leave,” you say. “You followed me.”
Jungkook’s lashes flutter. He nods once, almost ashamed. “…Because I’m selfish,”
You blink. “What do you mean?”
His eyes drop to your mouth, then to your hands. He can’t hold your gaze while he confesses. His fingers twist the fabric of the sheets until it wrinkles.
“I should’ve let you go,” he murmurs. “Let you go home and live your life without me.” A pause. “But I didn’t. I waited for you in the dark.” Your chest squeezes. “I told myself that I would just make sure you were safe. Just watch. Make sure you got home.” He swallows hard. His ears twitch, then droop again. “But…” His voice breaks on the word.
The apartment is so quiet you can hear your own heartbeat. You know he hears it too. Moonlight seeps through the edges of the room, tracing the outline of Jungkook’s face in a faint, almost unreal silver. It catches on the curve of his cheekbone, softens the shadow under his eyes, makes him look even more distant and close at the same time.
He lifts his eyes to yours again, slowely. “I couldn’t let you go,” The sentence lands with weight. Not dramatic, not pretty, just the truth dragged out of him. “How could I live without you?” Your breath catches. He leans closer by a fraction, the movement hesitant and needy at the same time, like he’s afraid you’ll recoil but he can’t stop himself.
“I wanted you to hate me,” he admits, eyes shining. “If you hated me, it would be easier. I prayed you would leave and you would be safe and I could just disappear.” His voice drops lower “But you didn’t.” His gaze flicks to your bandaged wrist like it’s a bruise on his soul. “You searched for me—You didn’t leave me.”
He shifts even closer. You can see the tremble in his lower lip. “So I made a promise,” he whispers. His hand finally finds yours, fingers curling around your knuckles. “I’m all yours.” Your stomach flips. “Tell me and I will die for you,”
The words are terrifying. Not because you doubt him. It's because you don’t. You believe him completely and that’s what scares you. That kind of devotion can get him killed. Used. Broken.
“No,” you whisper, voice shaking but firm in a way that matters. Your other hand lifts, finding his face, cupping his cheek and forcing him to look at you properly. “I don’t want you dying for me.” Your thumb brushes under his eye, catching the faint tremble there. “I want you here. With me.”
A pause. Your forehead almost touches his. “So if you’re mine,” you murmur against his lips, “then you don’t get to disappear. If you’re mine, then you stay.”
His lips brush over yours, trembling, barely there. He knows he isn’t allowed any further. He is waiting for you to either accept him completely or shatter him into pieces. The tension is unbearable, thick and alive in the dark room. You can feel every shaky exhale against your mouth, every tiny tremor running through his body as he holds himself back.
Your hand slides to the back of his neck, fingers threading into his hair as you close the distance between you. Your lips meet in a soft, unhurried kiss, molding together with a tenderness that steals your breath. He kisses you back just as gently, like he’s afraid anything more might break the moment. There’s a careful devotion in the way he moves, restrained but unmistakably drawn to you, as if he’s memorizing the shape of you through the kiss itself. You've been kissed before, but never like this, with the quiet desperation of someone baring their soul.
A tiny, broken whimper escapes him, swallowed into the press of your mouths, and it ignites something deep inside you. You realize, with a strange kind of clarity, right there in the middle of the dark, that this isn’t just a kiss. It’s Jungkook choosing you. Choosing to stay. Choosing not to run, not to disappear, not to tear himself away even when everything in him tells him to.
Choosing to belong.
No matter how scared he is or how deeply he still believes he doesn’t deserve it. He’s giving it to you anyway. Every fractured piece of himself—body, soul, scars, loyalty, all of it—laid bare in the quiet of your room, in the way he presses closer like he has nowhere else left to go.
Between the gentle presses of your lips, his whisper ghosts against you.
“Don't you think I’m selfish, Y/N?”
You pull back just enough to breathe, your forehead resting against his. You shake your head slowly, eyes locked on his in the faint silver light. “No,” you whisper back immediately. “No.”
Because you don’t see selfishness when you look at him.
All you see is someone who tried to leave even when it tore him apart. Just to keep you safe. Someone who convinced himself he was the danger, that the best thing he could do was disappear into the night like a stray no one would miss.
That isn’t selfish. That’s someone who would rather break himself in half than risk being the reason you hurt.
You look at him like this for a long time. His eyes are glassy, wide, and so unbearably sad that something inside your chest cracks open and bleeds. Those big, dark doe eyes that have followed you since the moment you found him make you want to give him the entire world. Not just safety. Not just a bed and new clothes. You want to give him peace. Belonging. The kind of love that doesn’t come with conditions or collars or fear of abandonment.
You lean in and press a gentle peck to the corner of his lip.
Something inside you decides, that if words don’t reach him, you will speak in the language his body understands. You’ve spent days trying to make him feel human. Trying to pull him into your rules, your version of normal, your safe little boundaries so he wouldn’t get hurt or seen as less. You thought that was kindness. You thought that was progress.
But right now?
Right now it isn’t about changing him.
It’s about wanting him. Letting him feel it, deep in his bones. Letting him be Jungkook, ears, tail, trembling devotion, instinctive submission, all that, and making sure he knows, without any doubt, that he isn’t simply tolerated. He is wanted.
Your lips trail lightly to his cheek, a soft press that lingers, then down to his jaw. He tilts his head instinctively, baring the line of his throat, eyes fluttering shut as you graze your teeth there in light, teasing bite. A moan rips from him, low and throaty, his bunny ears twitching forward then flattening in bliss.
But before you can make your way back to his lips, his eyes snap open, dark and feral. His hand shoots up, fingers wrapping around your neck, not crushing, but firm, possessive. You let out a sharp noise, half gasp, half moan, as his other palm presses flat against your back, hauling you closer until your chests crush together. The hold on your throat tightens just enough to make your pulse thunder under his thumb, but the air still slips through.
“I could kill you right now, Y/N,” he breathes, voice rough at the edges, something instinctive slipping through the cracks of his control. His teeth catch faintly in the low light as his lips hover just above yours, close enough that every word brushes against your mouth.
It isn’t a threat. It’s a test. A fragile, dangerous way of asking what he doesn’t know how to say plainly. Do you trust me? Or am I too feral, too animal for you? His gaze holds yours, unblinking, searching. And yet, even like this, with his hand around your neck, there’s something almost painfully innocent about him.
“I know,” you whisper, unflinching, eyes locked on his.
He nods once, his fingers flex, squeezing a fraction harder. Testing. Pleading. Trust this. Trust me. Then Slowly, his hand eases away from your neck, it slides down, finding your arm, then your back, pulling you in with quiet insistence.
He shifts you carefully, guiding you until you’re sitting on his lap. His mouth finds your neck almost immediately. Rushed kisses first. Then slower ones, lingering where his hand had been moments ago. Your breath catches, but you don’t pull away. Instead, your arms slide around his neck, holding him there, steadying him as much as he’s holding you. Your chin rests lightly against the top of his head, grounding both of you in the same breath, the same space.
“Promise me.”
You tilt your head slightly, brushing your fingers through his hair. “Promise what?”
He answers with another kiss to your neck. Then another, slower this time, like he’s gathering courage from each one. “That you won’t go near other hybrids,” he murmurs
“Okay,” you whisper. “I promise.”
Jungkook’s lips brush along your jaw, slow, tentative kisses that trail upward, warm and careful. His hands stay at your back.
“They’re dangerous,” he mumbles against your skin, voice low and rough. “Not all of them… but Lio and his pack are.” His lips pause just below your ear. “They seek revenge. They hate humans.”
You feel the words settle cold in your stomach. “Revenge?” you ask, tilting your head slightly. “Is that why they attacked you?”
Jungkook goes still. His lips hover over your jaw, breath warm against your skin. For a long moment he doesn’t move, like he’s deciding whether he should tell you. Then he gently pushes back, shifting his body so he can look up at you properly. You tilt with him, now looking down at him from above. His hand stays on your back, thumb rubbing slow circles on your bare skin as if he needs the contact to stay steady.
“It was because of her,” he says after a long pause. You wait, giving him space. “Lio… he had an owner first,” Jungkook continues, voice quiet. “She didn’t want him anymore,” he says. “So she threw him out. Onto the streets.” Jungkook’s ears droop slightly. “Then she bought me. I took his place.”
“She was… good to me,” he says after a beat, and your heart does a strange, awful twist at the word good. “I had my own room in the basement. Altough she locked me there. She beat me. Punished me.” He pauses, throat working. His gaze stays on your face, watching carefully for recoil. “She touched me wherever she wanted.”
The room goes very still. You can feel your own breath catch in your chest, sharp and shallow. The thought of anyone putting hands on him like he didn’t get a choice makes your stomach turn hard enough to hurt.
But Jungkook keeps speaking, because once he starts, the truth seems to spill out of him with no way to stop it. “But it was okay,” he admits, voice cracking just slightly. “I would rather be abused than abandoned.”
Your chest draws tight, breath turning shallow.
“I thought I loved her,” he whispers. “Because she kept me. I had a home... I kept living thinking I was hers forever." Jungkook’s fingers tighten on your back for a second before loosening again. “But then she got bored. So she threw me away too.”
You press your palm gently to Jungkook’s forehead, brushing his damp hair out of his eyes with your thumb. The moment your skin touches his, you feel the heat radiating from him. He’s burning up.
“You don’t have to tell me all of it,” you whisper, voice soft but steady. “I know it’s hard.”
Jungkook’s eyes flutter at your touch, but he doesn’t stop. Once he started, it seems like the words won’t let him rest until they’re all out.
“Lio found me. He took me into his pack.” His thumb keeps rubbing slow, absent circles against your back. “They wanted revenge. On humans. On everyone. They said humans are monsters… and monsters deserve to be hurt before they hurt us.”
His ears flatten slightly at the memory, and his gaze drifts somewhere past your shoulder.
“But it was too much for me,” he admits, voice dropping lower. “I didn’t like people much… but I didn’t want to hurt them either.” He swallows hard. “So I left. Now they think I betrayed them by leaving. They think I’m trying to live like a human. That I’m pretending to be something I’m not.”
You lean down slowly, pressing your forehead back against his, letting your noses brush.
“Then they’re wrong,” you whisper softly, your lips barely grazing his. “You didn’t betray anyone… you just chose yourself.”
His eyes searches your face, something uneasy flickering there. “you’re not afraid?” he asks quietly. “They could find us again… They could hurt you.”
You shake your head. “No,” you breathe, steady. “And even if they do… If i have to fight them with you, then i will.”
Something in him softens, the tension in his shoulders loosening as if it’s finally allowed to slip away. Relief washes over his features, quiet but unmistakable. His forehead presses more firmly against yours, heat radiating from his skin, almost feverish.
His eyes drop to your lips.
And the next thing you know, he leans in again with a quiet exhale through his nose. You tilt back slightly under the weight of him, of the kiss, of how completely he’s leaning into you. Your lips meet in the quiet, soft and unhurried, the sound of it barely there.
You let him taste you for a second. Just a second.
Then you pull back gently, your hand coming up to rest against his cheek. “Hey…” your voice softens, thumb brushing over warm skin. “let’s rest, okay?” you murmur. “you’re burning up… i don’t want you getting sick.”
He exhales quietly, like he wants to protest, but doesn’t. Instead, he just nods faintly, his grip loosening enough to let you shift. You slide off his lap carefully, guiding him down with you. The bed dips softly under your weight as you settle back, the room falling into a quieter kind of stillness.
For a moment, he just lies there, watching you.
“…Will you hold me?” he asks, voice low.
“Of course,” you whisper.
You move closer, turning onto your side and pulling him in with you, fitting against his back. Your arm slips around his waist, hand resting lightly over his stomach as you press into his warmth. He shifts instinctively, easing back into you, his body relaxing the second you’re there.
His ears droop slightly, then settle.
The tension slowly drains out of him, piece by piece, until his breathing evens out, steady, brushing against the quiet of the room.
You stay like that, holding him close, your cheek resting near his shoulder.
And somewhere between one breath and the next, you both fall asleep, him anchored in your arms, and you wrapped around him, wishing with everything in you that nothing ever comes for him again.
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eternal obsession - 정국
jungkook is the epitome of a boyfriend. he’s tender, protective and utterly devoted. women tend to fall for men that are obsessed, and are willing to kill for them. so when the truth begins to unravel, you’re forced to confront a terrifying question, what if the man who’d kill for you… already has?
genre : dark romance, obsession, angst, dom!jungkook x sub!oc
warnings : koo is so whipped for oc it’s unhealthy, murderer!jungkook, stalking & obsessive behaviour ( but he is not controlling of what she does ), unprotected sex, creampie, heavy dirty talk, breeding kink, oc is easily manipulated, description of slight gore scenes, he cums inside her.
ps : can you tell I watch a lot of cop tv shows?… my all time fav show is Brooklyn-99 hehe.
THE ART OF PRETENDING ⭑ JJK
summary ༄.° when you and jungkook show up to your much anticipated graduation trip and realise neither of you had the guts to tell your friends about your recent break up, there’s only one thing you can do to keep the trip from falling apart: pretend. but somewhere between fake kisses and real feelings, you start to wonder if letting go was ever the right choice at all.
pairing… jeon jungkook x f!reader
genre/warnings… exes to lovers, fake dating, idiots to lovers, mutual pining, a LOT of angst, fluff, (eventual) explicit sexual content, swearing, alcohol consumption, ft. seokjin, namjoon, hoseok, jimin, taehyung, yoongi + four female ocs, other chapter specific tags
total word count… 48.4k
status… COMPLETED
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CHAPTERS
00 — teaser ( 1.0k )
01 — the way things go ( 4.9k )
“we dated for four years. what’s one more week gonna do?”
02 — broken cd ( 4.9k )
“yeah. you gave up your right to guess what matters to me.”
03 — ivy ( 5.5k )
“c’mon. i kept you from passing out on the kitchen floor. that’s at least worth a bite.”
04 — halley’s comet ( 5.2k )
“you don’t just— touch me like that anymore.”
05 — anything ( 8.1k )
“i don’t want you to regret anything.” “then make sure i don’t.”
06 — tv ( 4.6k )
“i’m sorry it didn’t mean anything, okay?”
07 — zombie girl ( 7.7k )
“you’re a fucking idiot.”
08 — lover, you should’ve come over ( 7.7k )
“i wasn’t planning to call.”
epilogue — butterfly ( 2.5k )
"i love you more."
written by GGUKIVRSE | ⌗ divider credits.
Wait cant wait to read 😛
a late night snack turns dramatic when your boyfriend wakes up
pairing: jungkook x reader wc: 735 warnings: none, they're cute as always
i'm craving a pack of shin ramyun now.... </3
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the clock reads 1 am.
you know why you’re up— you’re extremely hungry. you had too much work to do today, which caused you to fall asleep as soon as you came back home. you didn’t even have the energy to wait up for your boyfriend, jungkook, which was unusual for you; that’s how tired you were.
so cutee 🥺🥺
Dark but just a game..
Description:It began as him being your fan, but now, he watches you like it's his job. He can’t stop the fixation he has on you. Your music, your voice, your face, your body... and soon, it will all belong to him.
Pairing(s): Fan!Jeon Jungkook X Fem!Idol!Reader
Warning(s): Obsessive Jeon Jungkook, Stalker Jeon Jungkook, Famous reader, creepy jungkook, Sexually Explicit Content: Virgin Jungkook, experienced!reader, slight dacryphilia, oral (female receiving), vaginal sex, body worship, sub jungkook, switch reader
Genre(s): Idol Au, Yandere
WC:8.6k
Song-Dark But Just a Game By Lana Del Rey
A/N: Hi, I know I haven't uploaded in a while so there's this I wrote it because lately I've been obsessed with Jungkook due to his recent collabs. Just some food for thought, I originally started writing this a while ago but thought I might scrap it but had a change of heart so here. I hope you enjoy!
You wave goodbye to your fans and step off the stage, eager to get out of your concert outfit. You’re known globally for your astounding stage presence, present interactions with fans, and your eye catching dance moves paired with your catchy lyrics. You are a celebrity that's worshipped by many and praised by every generation.
”That was a bad show,” You note in between shaky breaths as you collapse backstage. You’re exhausted, physically and mentally. It takes a lot of energy to do what you do, but even then sometimes you can’t even live up to the life long expectations from your fans.
”I think you did well, ___, especially with everything going on,” Your manager, Jin, says as he hands you an ice cold cup of water. You take it and down it in one gulp before thinking about what Jin just said. A lot is going on right now in your personal life, but you can’t let it affect your performance. Your fans count on you to give out your best everyday, no matter the cost.
“Well, I can’t really let it get to me, you know? I do have an image,” You mutter as one of the staff begins fanning you down to stop the sweat that cascades down your forehead. Maybe you did go a little overboard.
”___, I’m serious though, take some time off if you need to. Don’t overwork yourself. You did good out there,” You nod, then walk further back stage to your dressing room to change out of your uncomfortably sweaty clothes.
You understand completely what Jin is hinting at. Your stalker. Well, you hate to even call them that, to put a label on them, but they can't seem to leave you alone. From texting you from multiple numbers, having things delivered to your house, or following you around. They’ve done it all and they won't stop. Usually when things like this happen, which is regularly, the police handle it and the person is locked up within a week. This, however, is a different case. They are untraceable. No foot print left behind. It’s scary and frustrating, but that’s the price of fame.
You have to live with it for right now, even if you feel like someone’s peering over your shoulder at night. At least they aren’t actively trying to approach you or breaking into your house. That is the worst case scenario though.
You take off your top then grab a towel to wipe off most of the sweat from your body. You still feel a little icky, but you’d likely take a shower when you get home. When you unclasp your bra, that's when you hear it. It’s the sound of heavy breathing floating from behind you. You try so hard to ignore it and keep changing, but then you swear you hear a small groan. Your head whips around, your eyes darting around the room. Thankfully, you don’t discover anything worrisome. It was probably just the wind. You continue, slipping on a T-shirt that adorns your merch. You slip on matching shorts, grabbing your phone to immediately let Jin know you’re on your way back for the casual staff get together you all have after each Concert.
Almost immediately forgetting about the strange sounds that left a shiver down your spine.
To Jungkook you’re like any other hobby. He spends most of his time listening to your music, buying your new releases, putting up your posters on his wall. He’s a fan of yours, a big fan.
He doesn’t remember how it started, but he likes to say it was when he met you at a fan sign event. At the time he was just some nerdy loser who was regularly ignored by his classmates and family members. Honestly, that kind of personality was more than likely half of your fanbase. But at the time your music was his escape, like a portal to a new world. It helped him throughout high school, it got him through the stares and name calling. Made him forget he was a shut in loser. He saved up a lot just so he could go to your fan sign. He wanted so terribly to meet his savior.
It was the most wonderful day of his life. You were so kind to him. Almost too kind. Not only signing his album, but when he told you how much your music inspired him, you smiled and giggled. You actually giggled. Jungkook had never been able to make a girl giggle before.
You’d spoken to him so long that the person behind him grew impatient and pushed him to the ground angrily. He’d accepted his fate and grabbed his broken frames that had fallen from his face. That was his life, he was used to it. He didn't expect you to care too much, but you did. You moved from behind the desk and helped him to his feet, apologizing on behalf of your angry fan. The security took them away as you inspected Jungkook, looking for injuries. He’ll never forget what you told him.
“You shouldn't let people treat you like that. Speak up and fight back if you have to. I have to go. But take care of yourself, Jungkook,” You said before leaving him to find his way out of the event. His heart pounded painfully in his chest, you had seen him in a vulnerable state but you still cared. He was small back then, wimpy, with no back bone. But he has changed. For you he has changed. He is bigger, stronger, and people fear bumping into him. He’s gotten a sleeve of tattoos, a multitude of them dedicated to you,and piercings were a must; he'd heard you once say that your ideal type needed piercings.
He’s been dedicating most of his time outside of work tracking you, doing his best to stay up to date with your whereabouts.You ignore his calls and block every number he texts you from, but it doesn’t deter him. It only makes his fixation stronger. You don’t know it yet, but he belongs to you. He knows your name is carved into his heart.
His guest room in his apartment is why he can’t have friends over. The room is solely dedicated to all of his precious pictures and items he collects of yours.
Right now he is meaning to add something new to his collection. He wants something freshly worn. He's never gone this far before, never this close. He usually maintains a distance, but he got carried away like this. He wants to see you up close. He doesn’t expect you to start undressing, and he feels his self control slowly slipping away from himself as he watches the sweat glisten on your bare skin from just beyond the closet. He gulps, his eyes scanning over your naked body. He’s been saving himself for you, but just like any other man, he gets urges that not even his hand can satiate. Right now, you are on full display.
You’re putting on a show for him. You have to be. The subtle bounce of your breasts leaves a small groan escaping from his lips. He barely has time to register his mistake before you whip your head around, your eyes slowly scanning the room.
His breathing stops then, thinking he’s been found. But, thankfully, you return back to getting dressed, but quicker this time. Jungkook scolds himself mentally for losing it like that. You aren’t his to take, not yet anyway.
It has to be ninety degrees out at least. You don’t know why your staff thought it would be appropriate to continue having an event whilst there is a heat wave. You’re so irritable, but are trying your absolute best not to show it.
The heat is clouding your senses, consuming your thoughts. Your head spins, and you realize you haven’t taken a single sip of your water. You mentally scold yourself for being so reckless.
As you take a sip of water, your team finally recognizes that it’s too hot and begins trying to organize a way for you to switch the fan meeting inside. You know your fans have to be impatient and sweaty, so it takes more than a few shouts to redirect it.
Your manager realises this quickly, shifting his focus to you. You’re not looking too good, but they need you and your voice. Two staff members begin fanning you down as Jin approaches you and whispers into your ear.
“I think you are the only person they’ll listen to, ___.” You sigh at this, accepting your fate. You squeeze your palms into fists to try and settle the nerves. Your hearts racing in your chest, but it's nothing you can't handle. All you have to do is stand up and tell your fans that they need to move inside for safety reasons. It’s easy, you often sing on stages in front of thousands of people, so why are you so nervous? Something’s not right, but you can’t worry about this right now. You’re a celebrity, you can’t disappoint your fans. This moment is temporary, but how you make them feel is forever.
“Uh, I-I..” You stammer as you try to stand with the mic to your lips. Your eyes squint as the sun seeps into them, dribbles of sweat infiltrating and blurring your vision.
Get a fucking grip, ___, You tell yourself.
Jin’s eyes observe you with worry whilst your fans divert their attention to you expectantly. However, before you can even manage to get something out, you’re collapsing, tumbling to ground on the stage. All you can hear is muted gasps and the sound of your heart beat in your eardrums. You aren’t able to catch yourself, you’re too weak. You’d skipped lunch previously that afternoon out of habit. You’re going to fall to the ground in front of all your fans. Anxiety and shame fills you in that split second, a wave of nausea entering your body.
When you open your eyes, you somehow aren’t on the ground dry heaving from embarrassment. Instead, you’re in someone’s arms. A man in all black sweatpants, hoodie, and mask that covers most of his face is holding you. His grip on you is strong and his eyes wide and doe like. You get lost in his eyes for a moment before realizing in a panic you don't know this man. He isn't your staff, and definitely not a venue coordinator. So that can only mean he’s a fan. Embarrassment floods your senses, but he breaks the awkward silence.
“I’ve got you,” His voice is unexpectedly deep and sultry. You’re intrigued, but can't help the way your eyes begin seeing two of him; nausea getting the best of you. You try to swallow down your bile, but fail. His eyes assess your form and you can see the alert and concern contained within them. You don’t even get to ask about his identity before you’re puking all of your breakfast from that morning on his black hoodie.
Once you’re done defiling his hoodie in your dazed state you look up to see security rushing toward you hurriedly and Jin’s horrified expression as he tries to calm your fans. Your gaze flits to the crowd, and to your horror, you spot multiple phones recording the embarrassing scene before the security gets to you. You’re absolutely mortified.
On paper, you’re a perfect, unproblematic singer, so Jungkook has rarely ever had a need to defend you online from the scums that try to tarnish celebrities’ names. But now Jungkook has found his way onto multiple accounts, hacking them to delete the unsavory video of you puking on him from too many different angles. Not before saving all of them, of course. He just had to document the fact that you two were publicly together, and that close. Even if it was slightly disgusting.
Not only your company but you yourself had posted several formal apologies and made it known that you would be halting further activities. Jungkook believed your so-called fans didn't deserve your kindness. They shared, reposted, and mocked you on multitudes of different social media platforms. The only person that deserved an apology was him. Your security guards had practically tackled him even when you and your manager had told them to stop. Your manager apologized for you as you were taken away by a medical unit to be examined. This was exactly why you were being ripped apart on the internet. How could you be so cruel to a fan just helping you out?
Seemingly, Jungkook was the only one who understood why. He wasn’t supposed to have been on the stage. Everyone was taking a momentary break to drink water and recollect themselves. Jungkook knew from the second he saw you. He had somehow landed tickets to the meet and greet, and was excited to see you once again even though he did worry about you doing such an event in the heat.
After weaseling his way up front, he could see your breathing becoming fast paced and your eyelids drooping. He knew there was something wrong, but your team stood idly by, still proceeding to force you to stand. It wasn’t your fault. It was your teams’. This is precisely how he defended you on social media, correcting people about the situation whilst being passive aggressive.
You deserve better. And the halt of further activities broke him. He can't allow that. Your music, Your personality, just ripped away from him. You are the life jacket that keeps him afloat in this deep murky ocean of confusion and uncertainty. You give his life purpose and structure. He doesn't casually spend hours at the gym for some nobody on the street to recognize him, no, never. He does this all for you. And he can't let all his work be in vain.
Jungkook closes his tabs on his computer, trying to calm his senses. He places his headphones on and plays your newest single that he had already streamed hundreds of times. Instead of sticking with your usual girly, pop vibes, you went with a more slow and sensual sound. His mind wanders elsewhere. Of course, it’s to you. His mind remembers every subtle curve of your body, a secret hidden mole by your neck, and how light you were in his arms. He tries hard, almost too hard, to not let his mind linger too long on you like this. It riles him up, makes him want more than he can get. But right now he can’t help it.
Everything about you has stuck to him. You’re intoxicating and he can't seem to get enough of you, always reaching back to take more. As they say, once you get an inch, you end up wanting a mile. He’d be lying if he said he took his hoodie to a dry cleaners or even washed it at home. Obviously no one knows about him keeping it. It’s his forever secret. He worships the ground you walk on and dedicates hours of his days into watching you. You own a permanent spot on his heart that not even his parents can say they have. You are his world, and he’s only just figured a way to sneak his way into yours.
This being the biggest fuck up of your career would be an understatement. You’ve been bedrotting for two weeks, refusing to leave your apartment for anything, using whatever willpower you have left to order take out and binge watch episodes of cringy vampire and werewolf films from the 2010s. You are relishing your childhood as your adulthood falls apart right before your very eyes.
But hey, you haven’t noticed any advancements from your stalker in the past two weeks, so that is a positive. Sadly, it is seemingly the only positive you can seem to find right now. You swear the whole world despises you, even the penguins in Antarctica.
Jin tries to contact you daily, but you’re too embarrassed and miserable to call him back. The only way he knows you're alive is through the few dry texts you send him everyday. He wants you to make a comeback to try and help everyone forget about the incident, but you both know it’s too soon and short of notice. You had realized quickly after that no one was angry about the puke, but instead they were more furious about how everything was handled that day. And your apologies somehow only seem to fuel the fire.
There is nothing you can do anymore. The fan from the meet was too anonymous. No matter how hard you or your team tried the first week, you couldn’t find anything on him. Many impersonators fled to the internet quickly claiming to be him, but just as quickly as they appeared, they also mysteriously vanished, giving no follow up. You cried helplessly, not only for your tarnished reputation but for the fan that will forever think you're a sleazeball because of the actions that occurred that day.
Now, you can no longer cry. Instead, your phone is on do not disturb, and to seal the deal, you deleted all your social media apps off your phone to prevent yourself from looking at the hateful messages many people are leaving you.
You roll up in a ball as the sounds from the tv slowly drift away, your eyes already closing, mind focused on the much needed nap you would have. However, that's when you hear the reoccurring ringing of the doorbell as if someone is being chased outside of your apartment. You ignore it, just as you do to most things in your life, but when a shout follows, you force yourself out of the warm comfort of your bed.
“You can’t lock yourself away forever,” A snarky voice shouts from behind the door. When you open the door, you’re met with your friends Manon and Daniela. You groan at the cheeky smiles displaying on their faces; they’re up to something.
”We come bearing gifts,” Manon says to pique your interest, which she inevitably does. You let them both into your mess of an apartment, littered with take out boxes, silverware cluttering the sink, clothes messily thrown around your living room, and food in the beginning stages of molding.
”Wow, I didn't expect it to be this bad...” Daniela mutters as her eyes scope around your filthy apartment. Your head drops in embarrassment, but Manon places a reassuring hand on your shoulder, ready to boost your mood.
”We didn’t come here to criticize, Dani. We came here to help in any way we can. Then, after, we’re hitting the town. We have something important planned tonight.” Manon encourages, and you smile, noting how your friends always seem to know just how to boost your mood. You’re ready for whatever they have in store. It’s your first time out in two weeks, after all.
“Why the fuck are you so damn pissy?” Taehyung's words ring through Jungkook’s head like a bell. Jungkook doesn’t have many friends, Taehyung and Jimin being the two exceptions to that statement. They’re casual friends, work friends. Not close or comfortable friends. Not comfortable enough to be invited over, share food with each other, and definitely not fucking close enough to go on blind dates with each other.
“C’mon Tae, you can’t just trick him into going on a triple blind date. You know Jungkook's not…into that sort of stuff,” Jimin concludes, and Jungkook can feel the uncertainty in that pause, and he wonders what Jimin really wanted to say.
”Well, I would’ve invited Hobi but he’s busy teaching some fucking millennial Zumba class, Jungkook was my final option,” Taehyung scoffs, which only causes Jungkook’s annoyance to grow. He definitely does not want to be talking to some random woman who just wants his dick, especially not when he can spend the night watching over you.
“Well, find someone else to go on your sex escapades with,” He scowls, his voice low and serious, trying to maintain his composure.
”I’m doing you a favor. Maybe all you need is to get laid so you stop being fucking cranky all the time. When’s the last time you had a good fuck?” Taehyung asks crudely. Jungkook almost freezes up at this but maintains his composure; he doesn't owe Taehyung anything, especially not the fact that Jungkook’s a virgin. But to get Taehyung off his back and miles away from this blind date, he’d do anything.
”I’m waiting until marriage. Not everyone wants to sleep with five hundred women before they turn thirty,” Jungkook scoffs back, but Taehyung laughs reading him like an open book.
”Says the one that poses in the mirror, flexing his muscles and is covered head to toe in tattoos. I’ll believe that when pigs fly. Spoken like a virgin afraid to get his dick wet.” Jungkook almost seethes at this before Jimin cuts in.
“Jungkook, you don’t have to do anything you don't want to. Just entertain her whilst Tae and I secure the goodies for ourselves. I know you have to take one for the team here but please, just this once,” Jimin begs, his voice sincere. Jungkook groans before begrudgingly saying yes.
“Now we’re talking. Just load up on some beer, man, the buzz will help you get through it. I promise,” Taehyung insists as Jungkook glares in his direction. It isn’t a bad idea, but it's solely because it came from Taehyung that makes Jungkook uneasy.
“Whatever...” He mumbles under his breath, slumping in his seat. He hadn’t realized their ‘Guests’ had arrived until Jimin gets up to greet them in the bar. Jungkook can tell by the flush on his cheeks that he’s already tipsy.
Jungkook looks up for a moment to scope the ladies out. Two very beautiful women, but they don’t hold a candle to you. His eyes inspect more carefully for the third. He's not bringing her home, but he’d at least like to know who he has to entertain for the next two hours. He straightens up and his eyes widen, his jaw falling slack. He clenches a fist in his pocket. You. The third girl is you. And you’re fucking mesmerizing.
You breathe in and out. Daniela had only told you once you were out the house that it was a blind date. Your complaints were minimal since it has been awhile since you last put yourself out there.
You wish you could say that it's going well, but the man in front of you is in a complete daze, buffering in front of your very eyes, and you have no idea how to spark up a conversation with him.
”Jungkook, right?” You question, and his response is an unsure nod. It almost makes you laugh, how can a person be unsure of their own name.
”So...I heard you’re the youngest here,” You say. You’ve never gone after younger guys, so he does sort of spark your interest. His eyes widen at the sound of your voice, his pupils strategically avoiding your gaze.
“I, uh, yes...” He stutters out before taking a swig from the beer in front of him. You don't think you have an intimidating aura surrounding you, but you’ve also mainly interacted with people who already know you. You’re surprised enough as it is that he hasn’t recognized you yet.
“I’m not usually into younger guys, but actually-“ Before you can continue, he cuts your spiel short.
“Really?” He asks, his voice coming out strained. The look in his eyes proves he’s just one word away from a breakdown.
You somehow find it endearing that he’s nervous, but still making an effort to talk to you. Maybe he does recognize you, but is trying to keep it cool. Either way, it’s cute.
”You didn’t let me finish,” You giggle as he falls back in his seat expectantly.
”M’sorry,” He mumbles out, voice low and eyes suddenly trained on his lap. You see his nervousness in full effect as his front teeth begin to nibble away at his bottom lip.
You gulp down some of your beer, trying to loosen the atmosphere between you two before continuing.
“I was gonna say that you actually have me intrigued. You're cute,” You mutter the last part, but are sure Jungkook heard it loud and clear based solely on his reaction and the way his eyes lit up, staring into yours.
”Th-Thank you, uhm...?” He trails off, waiting for you to tell him your name. Ah, so he doesn’t recognize you. Perfect. You take a shot glass from the two that had mysteriously appeared on the table, gesturing to Jungkook to do one with you.
“___. Just call me, ___” You say, clinking your shots together before downing them eagerly.
His hardness is straining his jeans, making it almost impossible to focus on the conversation. Maybe if he’s lucky, you’ll be the one to take care of it tonight. But he can't get ahead of himself. The conversation is flowing smoothly back and forth. He’s playing a young mindless idiot and it disgusts him a little. His Bambi eyes work on you, though. You're easily swayed based on how you reacted to them.
Fuck, he could have you eating out of the palm of his hands, easily. He’s no light weight, so even a few shots in, he hasn’t lost himself yet. He is buzzed, though, and he can see the way you're eyeing him. His fucking cheeks specifically, you definetly wanna pinch them and that pisses him off a little; he’s always hated how round his face is, but if he had to succumb to some hidden kink you had then so be it. He’ll let you pinch them. Only you. He’ll let you coddle him all you want if it means he’ll end up being yours tonight.
”Your face is so round.” You blink lazily. There it is. Normally, he’d seethe with anger if someone pointed that out. But you, you can call him baby, play with his hair, pinch his cheeks, and take care of him. He doesn’t care because it’s you.
Your hand’s reach over without a care in the world, quickly invading Jungkook’s personal space to set your palms on his cheeks, only subtly squishing them beneath your palms. The sudden warmth of your palms stun him, yet Jungkook clenches his jaw, which you seem to be completely oblivious to.
Right when Jungkook thinks the humiliation ritual is over, Taehyung's drunken voice lays thick in the air.
“Awww, little baby kookie.” Jungkook's eyes remain closed, clenching his jaw harder, grinding his teeth.
“Can I squeeze?” He asks, something sinister in his eyes as Jimin pulls out his phone to capture the ridiculous exchange. However, instead of removing your hands so Taehyung can replace them, you squish Jungkook’s cheeks harder; which he doesn’t mind at all.
“No, he’s mine, get your own.” You laugh. You’re joking, he knows that, but you don’t let go. Your eyes return to his.
Jungkook’s heart rate speeds up in his chest, his erection returning. His palms are sweaty. Why is it suddenly so hot in here, and when the hell did he get so lucky all of a sudden? Your hands are pulling him in closer for a kiss, his first kiss.
“Mwah,” You pronounce with exaggeration. You leave a slobbery kiss on his cheek. His fucking cheek. It’s still something but he just thought, that just maybe…
You lean in closer to him, your lips centimeters away from his ear, “Not in front of them,” You pull away fast with a playful smile on your lips.
He gulps whilst nodding to look up at you. He hopes you’re actually like this, into submission. You have to be. Or else you’re just fucking with him. Either way he’ll play your game, and he will win. Because he’s been playing long before you even started.
He’s cute. Could you see yourself dating him in the future? Now, that's a different question. He's young. And you're a celebrity. Relationships aren't really your thing, but maybe this can be a casual thing. Nothing too serious.
Right now you're realizing what he reminds you of. A bunny. Which is adorable in your eyes. Maybe he's playing an act with you, because you find yourself staring at the small holes that decorate his face, hardly taking into account the beautiful art that trails up his right hand. You find the aesthetic of it attractive. You’d always fantasized about dating a man with tattoos. You had always made that known to all your friends, however, his body told an entirely different story compared to his face. The contrast of it intrigues you.
You may be a little tipsy, well, maybe a lot, but you can see the look in his eyes, his palms stuffed into his pockets and the subtle chewing of his bottom lip. He’s nervous and shrunken in on himself. Possibly even embarrassed.
You’re probably reading his body language wrong; he could be annoyed. You have been droning on about yourself, about what you’re into, and he’s just been staring at you with those wide eyes, with an awe-struck look on his face as if in a trance.
“Sorry, I've just been talking your ear off,” You say to him, your voice instantly pulling him from his thoughts.
“No, that’s not it, I just...” Jungkook gulps, his eyes averting from your intense gaze, drifting slowly to your cleavage. Your low cut dress leaves little for him to imagine.
A smirk plays on your face as you notice this. You immediately understand what he wants, and you don't mind giving it to him.
Your eyes wander around looking at the vacant tables that your friends previously occupied, this fully solidifies the idea in your mind. Your hand finds him on the table gently trailing up his arm you can feel him tense underneath your touch.
”Seems our friends ditched us,” You say in a sultry tone. Jungkook's eyes dart around before landing on you again.
”Do you maybe wanna go back to your place...?” You propose, his eyes widening in shock.
“M-my place?” He stutters out.
”Yeah, is that okay with you?” You say as a pout begins to form on your lips.
“Of course,” He mutters out, nodding his head eagerly as he stands up from his seat to exit the bar, the tab already having been paid.
“Well, lead the way,” You whisper whilst rising from your seat to take his hand, interlocking it with your own, his hands warm and damp with sweat. You smile at this, finding his nervousness endearing.
You catch a glimpse of the way he licks his bottom lip and gulps, beginning to walk you to his car. You fail to notice the repeated glimpses he gives you as he does so, and on the ride to his apartment you pay no mind to his fidgety behavior.
When you both arrive at his apartment, the room you enter is pitch black. He lets you enter first, letting you look around after you take your shoes off, leaving them by the door.
“Where’s the light switch?” You ask curiously, but Jungkook beats you to it by turning on the lights, revealing the kitchen and living room to you. You take in the small space, appreciating how neat it is. Actually, you’d say it’s more empty than neat. Nothing sticks out to you, but you feel awkwardness rising in the air as Jungkook takes off his shoes.
“Nice place you got here,” You say, strolling around near the living room. You assume Jungkook's farther away than he is because you jump when you hear his voice from behind you.
“Do you...uh… maybe wanna come to my bedroom now?” He replies. You find it odd at first due to his eagerness, but you had originally suggested it so you let it go. You nod, and he leads the way once again but this time to his bedroom.
The inside of his bedroom is just as tidy as his kitchen and living room are, with a few books and figures of stuff he’s into. You don’t find anything too out of the ordinary for a single man his age, which kind of comforts you.
You look around for any signs of your merchandise, but you don’t find any. Sleeping with a fan would not be a good look for you, and also just a weird experience, but Jungkook seems to have no clue who you are, so you take a seat on the edge of his bed as he searches through his drawer intently.
Unconsciously, you lie back onto his neatly made bed, staring up at the ceiling a moment before closing your eyes completely. The sounds of rustling and drawers opening filling the air. You swear you had almost fallen asleep, but your eyes snap open the moment you hear heavy breathing come from above you.
It’s Jungkook, of course, but you really weren’t expecting him to be hovering above you with a condom in his hand. His eyes eerily trained on your face with a look you can’t read. His breathing is heavy despite doing no rigorous activity. In that moment, the only thing saving him is his attractive face.
“I found it. T-the condom I mean…” He mutters, backing up at the view of your startled face.
“Oh, okay...” You respond. Usually, at this moment, the man takes over. But Jungkook just standing away from you awkwardly gives you the impression that it's his first time.
“I don’t know if this offends you or not, but… are you a virgin?” Deep in your heart you hope he answers yes, since that would explain his strange behavior.
“Y-you can tell?” His voice sounds disappointed and even embarrassed. You begin to laugh at the pout that rests on his face.
“No, it’s alright. I just…hadn’t expected that from you. Honestly it’s cute that you’re all nervous about this and didn’t want me to know,” You say, and Jungkook groans.
“I just wanted to be…” Jungkook mutters, and you don’t know what he was going to finish with before he just remains silent.
“You don’t have to be anything. I guess I was a little off guard. I’ve just never had the lead when it comes to sex,” You say carefully whilst removing your shirt and discarding it to the floor. His eyes widen at this, locked on your bra. You’d chosen a lacy black one from Victoria’s secret, hoping you’d get lucky tonight. With everything going on with you lately, it is what you need. You slip your pants off, revealing matching underwear. Jungkook's hand finds its way to his heart, trying to steady his heart beat, eyes refusing to leave your body.
“You’re beautiful,” He whispers softly. When his gaze meets your own, you see a look you've never seen before. A look as if you’ve hung the stars for him. The admiration in his eyes makes no sense, but it definitely leaves you feeling flustered.
“I-..thank you Jungkook,” You stand up from his bed, your hands intertwining with his hoodie. You tug the piece of clothing over his head to reveal his well sculptured body underneath. He wasn’t wearing a shirt beneath his hoodie, and your fingers begin to trace up his sleeve of tattoos. Jungkook sighs at the sensation of your fingers on his skin. Your fingers trail down to his lower stomach. You press your palm against the warmth of his skin, eliciting another sigh from him. You begin to unzip his jeans, his hand finding your own, gently removing it.
Instead, he slips them off himself, leaving him in just his boxers. Your eyes wander down, staring at his obvious erection pressing painfully against his thigh. Lewd thoughts fill your head and you lick your lips in response.
“Do you want me to-“ Jungkook’s groan interrupts your sentence.
“I won’t last...” He growls in a low voice, “I wanna last long. I want to remember this.” You nod at this, leading him slowly towards the bed. You climb onto the bed and lay onto your back, facing him.
“Let’s try this. I won’t touch you. But… you can touch me. All you want.” Your voice is heavy in the air. Jungkook stands there for a moment, taking it all in before deciding to inch closer.
His knees sink into the mattress, making his presence even more overwhelming as his body hovers over your own. He nibbles his bottom lip, eyes darting all over your face, so you take the initiative once more, bringing your lips to his.
You’re leading in the kiss. Your mouth is wide open, tongue dancing with his, saliva dripping down his chin from the exchange. He’s inexperienced, but you don’t care. It’s sloppy and definitely not your best kiss. But the way he succumbs to your mouth leaves a pleasant sensation in the pit of your stomach. Jungkook pulls away, breathing heavily, his eyes wide and watery as you place your palm on his heart to feel how much it’s racing.
“Calm down, Jungkook, it’s just a kiss.” You say sweetly, but tears fall anyway and he backs up sitting on the bed, his hands covering his eyes. Your concern grows at that point, unsure if you should carry on.
“Baby, did I do something you don’t like? What’s wrong? Do you need a minute, or should we not continue?” You aren’t even sure why he started crying, but you both did have a lot to drink and it’s his first time.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m fine. I can continue, it's just-“ You shush him, raising your finger to his lips.
“I get it. If you want to continue, we can.” Jungkook nods. You look at his face and just wonder how someone can look that good, even whilst crying.
You come closer to him, raising your hand to rest on his cheek.
“Can I touch you?” He nods, and you wipe at his tear stained cheek, his eyes a little red and eyelashes wet. He’s a fucking gorgeous crier.
He lost it. How the fuck did he fumble that bad? Truthfully, that wasn’t planned. He did not mean to cry. He should’ve held it in better but he couldn’t. You probably thought he was lame. The good part about it was the way you called him baby. Damn, he could get used to that.
He can’t give up. Not yet. You didn’t seem phased by the tears. He's still half hard, and with you he will have no problem getting it up again. He has to fuck you.
His hand reaches up, covering yours that remains on his cheek. He slowly lifts it, pushing you backwards onto the bed. He’s nervous, so fucking nervous. But he has to do this.
“There’s no rush,” You say softly, your hand trailing up his arm to somewhat calm him. He didn’t think he needed that, but it did put his heart at ease.
His finger slips beneath the hem of your underwear, slowly pulling them down her legs to remove them. His warm hands grip your thighs, spreading your legs further apart for access. He brings his head closer to the warmth between your legs. His breathing is heavy, subtle looks at the way you stare at him, anticipating.
Without a second thought, he dives in. He licks past your folds into the heat of your core. After just one taste, he can’t stop. He laps relentlessly, each moan from you motivating him to lick more, just to please you. He is addicted to the taste of you. All of it is so intensely satisfying, a sick thrill lighting within him. He’s always had dreams about you letting him do this. Having it happen is surreal. He needs to bask in this moment as long as he can.
He trails his fingers up your thigh until he reaches your core, inserting two fingers. His tongue licks at your clit whilst his fingers dig deeper to reach your g-spot. He can tell his technique is sloppy at best, but it’s working, you’re squirming beneath him. Your moans are like music to his ears.
It isn’t enough though, he won’t stop until your coming undone. Until your juices saturate his face and fingers. Just so he can have the privilege of licking you clean.
You’re about to come, and hard. Jungkook leaves almost no time for you to breathe. You can do nothing but moan and squirm beneath his relentless tongue. When he inserted his fingers, you thought you might faint. The way he thrusts them in and out repeatedly causes you to gasp, and your walls clench around them. The way he licks at your clit makes you almost yell his name.
Truth be told, you’ve never been eaten out before. The type of men you’ve been with usually refuse, prioritizing their pleasure over yours. You know Jungkook likes it, so you let him. You don’t even stop him when you're about to cum. You don’t think he’d stop anyway, his eyes trained solely on what’s in front of him.
You buck your hips, thighs squeezing Jungkook’s head gently between them. Your legs fall limp, following your orgasm. Jungkook's head was still between your legs, licking up all of your juices.
You came so easily and that had to have been the fastest it had ever happened. It’s hard to believe this is his first time. He must really like you. It was hard to not just lie there for a while, but Jungkook had no relief, so you take a moment before sitting up just as Jungkook pulls away.
You hadn’t noticed until now the way his hair was damp against his forehead from sweat. His eyelids are heavy, chest heaving. Your eyes drag down to look at his boxers, glancing at the strain of his cock beneath his boxers. Your tongue darts out to moisten your lips. You press your palm against his erection, feeling the sheer size of it beneath your palm.
“I need to be in you...” He groans. You nod slowly. His words affect you instantly, and the heat rising between your legs makes it hard to control your breaths.
Jungkook pulls down the hem of his boxers, allowing his cock to slap against his stomach. He grabs the condom from the bedside table, tearing it open with his teeth. A groan leaves his lips whilst applying it, allowing butterflies to return to your stomach.
His fist wraps around the base of his cock, aligning it with your entrance, gently pushing his tip past your folds.
A loud moan leaves your lips from the sensation. Jungkook takes this as a go-ahead, his cock stretching you out. Your walls are moist as they clench around his cock.
“I have to be dreaming,” are the only words that come out of his mouth breathlessly.
You fall back once his hips slam against your own from each thrust. Jungkook's pace is slow and methodical, savoring the feeling of your warmth wrapped around his cock.
“____...” he groans, his eyes staring into your own. His thrusts are beginning to grow slower, shakier than before, proving just how quickly he’s getting to his high.
His grip tightens on your hips. Finger digging roughly into your skin. He pulls you roughly against his cock, bottoming out and hitting you in just the right spot as his body jolts. You both come together, eyes closing whilst your heads fall back in sync.
Jungkook moans your name loud enough for his neighbors to hear. Your legs wrap tightly around his waist, pulling him close against you. His skin is flush against yours, sweat radiating from both of your bodies. Your legs drop to the bed and you take a moment to let yourself recuperate from two orgasms in one night.
He tugs his cock from you, letting it fall limp against his leg, the condom still securely on until he removes it. He tosses the used condom into a trash bin near the bed. His eyes land on your face. You look as though you’re sleeping, but he knows you're not. He still has a hard time registering that you’re really in front of him, that he was just inside of you, that he got to taste you, and put his lips all over your body. He got lucky tonight. Most definitely. He doesn’t want the night to end.
He presses his palm against your lower stomach, trailing up to your chest. You flinch at the initial touch, but let him continue. He lets his hand rest there until he can feel the goosebumps forming on your skin from the cool air of the room brushing against you. He stands up from the bed and turns off the light. He then grabs the duvet that had been discarded to the floor amidst the chaos, pulling it over the both of you. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you against him before taking deep inhales of your scent. You smell good, he likes that, and he likes that you don’t fight back when he buries his nose into the crook of your neck.
Fuck. He’s going to get hard again thinking like this. But he can’t help it. You keep adjusting to get comfortable and you're both naked against each other. He wants this to be his reality forever, not just from some lucky one night stand. He wants you to stay with him. He thinks you enjoyed it, judging by the way you moaned. He hopes you did, because that means this can happen again, or possibly be a regular thing.
He can’t believe he lost his virginity to you, and that it was better than expected. It felt like floating in a dream, sharing a moment with you amongst the stars. He wouldn’t have had it any other way.
It takes a while for Jungkook to fall asleep, but from your soft breaths and the warmth of your bodies against each other, he eventually does, and with you tucked away tightly in his arms.
You wouldn’t have awoken if it hadn’t been for someone tugging on you. When you groan for the third time, you decide to open your eyes. You find yourself in his arms. The guy from last night, the one who is ridiculously attractive. His hair is messy and he’s softly snoring. You pull his arms from around your waist then sit up in the bed. You stretch your arms out then take a look around the room to find your clothes in a neat pile by the bed. You pull your legs over the edge of the bed, allowing your feet to feel the chill of the tile floor. You shiver a bit due to your nakedness, but waste no time standing to stretch the rest of your limbs.
For some odd reason, you freeze when you begin to hear rustling in the bed, but thankfully it’s just Jungkook adjusting to no longer having something in his arms. You help yourself to a robe on the hook of the door instead of dressing yourself to leave. Honestly, you want to get to know this stranger more. Last night he was cute and interesting and you could really use something like that in your life, especially since your last relationship was so long ago.
You make your way out of the room, opening the door slowly enough so that no noise comes of it. You are on your way to raid his fridge, maybe make him some breakfast. Why not? The sex was great last night and he deserves an award. You stop dead in your tracks when you take note of the extra room you hadn’t noticed before as you make your way down the hallway to the kitchen. You truly aren’t a nosy person. Just curious. He also happened to have left the door cracked open, which was basically begging you to open it.
Your hand rests on the door knob before finally you push open the door to see what’s inside of the room, and what you see leaves you in utter shock.
Pictures, posters, even goddamn paintings cover the room, and they’re all of you. They decorate the walls, paint the ceiling and litter the floor.
You are terrified, but your body moves on its own, inching deeper in the room to take a closer look ignoring the fight or flight instinct igniting inside your head.
You step in front of the closet, and to your dismay, it's full. Full of outfits from concerts you’ve worn, various items that had gone missing in your apartment and a familiar hoodie, stained with an unidentifiable liquid. Of course you remember that hoodie, the feeling of the scent, the strong arms that came with it. It’s the reason you halted activities for weeks, the whole reason you’ve been casted off to your bed unable to do anything except rot.
When you take a closer look at the pictures, they are all from afar, taken from a window with a high quality camera. It sends small tingles down your spine. All of your albums, merch, and collaborations are here, as well as various invasions of privacy.
You feel like you’re going to be sick. You feel stupid, too. All the signs were pointing to this. The way he seemed obsessed with you had made you believe he just really liked you. You should’ve known better.
You’re standing in your stalker’s apartment after having spent a night with him. A night where he made you feel the best you ever have been. But now you feel like you might be sick all over his floor.
You need to get out. Your hands are shaking violently as you slowly back out of the room, your breathing growing heavier. You’re going to run out the front door as quickly as you can. Fuck your purse and phone and even your clothes; those are all replaceable. If Jungkook knows you found out, you have no clue what he will do.
You feel yourself crash into something hard behind you. You slowly turn around, and your breath caches when you realize it’s Jungkook. He looks freshly awoken, and his eyes seem surprisingly soft.
“So, you found out, huh?” He asks, his voice incredibly gentle, contrary to the room you’re standing in.
“J-Jungkook, you…you a-“ Jungkook places a finger to your lips, hushing you, and you can’t help but flinch at the contact.
“I love you, ___. Can’t you see? Do you remember me? When we first spoke, when you gave me a purpose. All these years, you have been my reason to live. Your beautiful voice, your eyes, your body… I love you so much. And you can see that this is just a token of my love, right?”
As Jungkook says this, he rounds you and wanders around the room as tears prick at your eyes. The exit is right behind you, but you need to wait for the right moment.
“Look at this,” He rips a picture off the wall and observes it, “I took this after you released your second EP. You were so upset because a lot of people didn’t like it, so you stayed up all night and watched your favorite TV show. Look how cute you look in your pink pajamas.”
All the mysterious texts, the weird feeling that you were being watched in your home… it was him all along. And you walked right into his trap.
“And this is the first signed album I ordered online. You signed mine with a heart. That was just for me, wasn’t it?” He turns to you, expecting an answer, but you can move. You feel frozen in fear. Jungkook smiles, reaching into the closet.
“This is the first item I borrowed from you. It’s your-“ You don’t even let him finish before you spin around and sprint out of the door.
You distinctly remember the way around his apartment, so your heart thumps in your chest as your bare feet slide against the floor. You spot the front door ahead of you. You don’t even stop to see if Jungkook is following you. Your body is being carried by heaps of adrenaline.
Your fingertips almost reach the front door before you feel hands grab onto your shoulders, and Jungkook pulls you against him. A scream escapes your mouth as he holds you in place, putting his hand over your mouth. You try not to think about how alluring his scent is as he leans down to speak into your ear.
“I’m sorry, ___, but I have to do this. For us.”
Something thick and hard pricks your arm, and pain throbs through your body. Almost instantaneously, your brain begins to feel foggy. Jungkook lets you go, so you stumble towards the door, but you feel like you’re not in control of your body. It doesn’t listen to you as you grab at the doorknob.
Your vision starts to blur, and you can hear Jungkook mumbling behind you, saying words you can’t understand. Your ears start ringing, and the last thing you feel is panic before you fall to the ground and everything goes black.
Your eyes flutter open, and you groan, sitting up. You look around, feeling confused. Your head is pounding. You realize you’re on Jungkook’s couch, a blanket wrapped around your legs.
“What happened?” You ask, noticing Jungkook crouching next to you, his eyebrows knitted in concern.
“You passed out. I think you’re really hungover. What do you remember?” He asks. You rack your head for an answer to his question.
“Well, I remember last night and waking up this morning in your bed, but I don’t remember much after that,” You admit, your memory feeling blurry. Jungkook’s lips press together as he rubs your shoulder. You look down, noticing a band aid on your arm.
“What’s this for?” You question, moving your arm and grunting in pain.
“You fell on your arm. You were bleeding. I was so worried.”
You feel strange, like you’re out of it. And your arm doesn’t feel like you fell on it; it feels sore, like you got a shot. You internally shake your head. Here you are, trying to be suspicious when all Jungkook has done is take care of you. You offer him a smile and even press a kiss to his lips.
“Thank you for taking care of me,” You say warmly, to which he smiles back. Finally, you’ve met a guy who is sweet and takes care of you. You could see yourself having a future with him. And most importantly, he isn’t some crazy, obsessed fan
Yoongi and his cat Tang 🥹
Dark but just a game..
Description:It began as him being your fan, but now, he watches you like it's his job. He can’t stop the fixation he has on you. Your music, your voice, your face, your body... and soon, it will all belong to him.
Pairing(s): Fan!Jeon Jungkook X Fem!Idol!Reader
Warning(s): Obsessive Jeon Jungkook, Stalker Jeon Jungkook, Famous reader, creepy jungkook, Sexually Explicit Content: Virgin Jungkook, experienced!reader, slight dacryphilia, oral (female receiving), vaginal sex, body worship, sub jungkook, switch reader
Genre(s): Idol Au, Yandere
WC:8.6k
Song-Dark But Just a Game By Lana Del Rey
A/N: Hi, I know I haven't uploaded in a while so there's this I wrote it because lately I've been obsessed with Jungkook due to his recent collabs. Just some food for thought, I originally started writing this a while ago but thought I might scrap it but had a change of heart so here. I hope you enjoy!
You wave goodbye to your fans and step off the stage, eager to get out of your concert outfit. You’re known globally for your astounding stage presence, present interactions with fans, and your eye catching dance moves paired with your catchy lyrics. You are a celebrity that's worshipped by many and praised by every generation.
”That was a bad show,” You note in between shaky breaths as you collapse backstage. You’re exhausted, physically and mentally. It takes a lot of energy to do what you do, but even then sometimes you can’t even live up to the life long expectations from your fans.
”I think you did well, ___, especially with everything going on,” Your manager, Jin, says as he hands you an ice cold cup of water. You take it and down it in one gulp before thinking about what Jin just said. A lot is going on right now in your personal life, but you can’t let it affect your performance. Your fans count on you to give out your best everyday, no matter the cost.
“Well, I can’t really let it get to me, you know? I do have an image,” You mutter as one of the staff begins fanning you down to stop the sweat that cascades down your forehead. Maybe you did go a little overboard.
”___, I’m serious though, take some time off if you need to. Don’t overwork yourself. You did good out there,” You nod, then walk further back stage to your dressing room to change out of your uncomfortably sweaty clothes.
You understand completely what Jin is hinting at. Your stalker. Well, you hate to even call them that, to put a label on them, but they can't seem to leave you alone. From texting you from multiple numbers, having things delivered to your house, or following you around. They’ve done it all and they won't stop. Usually when things like this happen, which is regularly, the police handle it and the person is locked up within a week. This, however, is a different case. They are untraceable. No foot print left behind. It’s scary and frustrating, but that’s the price of fame.
You have to live with it for right now, even if you feel like someone’s peering over your shoulder at night. At least they aren’t actively trying to approach you or breaking into your house. That is the worst case scenario though.
You take off your top then grab a towel to wipe off most of the sweat from your body. You still feel a little icky, but you’d likely take a shower when you get home. When you unclasp your bra, that's when you hear it. It’s the sound of heavy breathing floating from behind you. You try so hard to ignore it and keep changing, but then you swear you hear a small groan. Your head whips around, your eyes darting around the room. Thankfully, you don’t discover anything worrisome. It was probably just the wind. You continue, slipping on a T-shirt that adorns your merch. You slip on matching shorts, grabbing your phone to immediately let Jin know you’re on your way back for the casual staff get together you all have after each Concert.
Almost immediately forgetting about the strange sounds that left a shiver down your spine.
To Jungkook you’re like any other hobby. He spends most of his time listening to your music, buying your new releases, putting up your posters on his wall. He’s a fan of yours, a big fan.
He doesn’t remember how it started, but he likes to say it was when he met you at a fan sign event. At the time he was just some nerdy loser who was regularly ignored by his classmates and family members. Honestly, that kind of personality was more than likely half of your fanbase. But at the time your music was his escape, like a portal to a new world. It helped him throughout high school, it got him through the stares and name calling. Made him forget he was a shut in loser. He saved up a lot just so he could go to your fan sign. He wanted so terribly to meet his savior.
It was the most wonderful day of his life. You were so kind to him. Almost too kind. Not only signing his album, but when he told you how much your music inspired him, you smiled and giggled. You actually giggled. Jungkook had never been able to make a girl giggle before.
You’d spoken to him so long that the person behind him grew impatient and pushed him to the ground angrily. He’d accepted his fate and grabbed his broken frames that had fallen from his face. That was his life, he was used to it. He didn't expect you to care too much, but you did. You moved from behind the desk and helped him to his feet, apologizing on behalf of your angry fan. The security took them away as you inspected Jungkook, looking for injuries. He’ll never forget what you told him.
“You shouldn't let people treat you like that. Speak up and fight back if you have to. I have to go. But take care of yourself, Jungkook,” You said before leaving him to find his way out of the event. His heart pounded painfully in his chest, you had seen him in a vulnerable state but you still cared. He was small back then, wimpy, with no back bone. But he has changed. For you he has changed. He is bigger, stronger, and people fear bumping into him. He’s gotten a sleeve of tattoos, a multitude of them dedicated to you,and piercings were a must; he'd heard you once say that your ideal type needed piercings.
He’s been dedicating most of his time outside of work tracking you, doing his best to stay up to date with your whereabouts.You ignore his calls and block every number he texts you from, but it doesn’t deter him. It only makes his fixation stronger. You don’t know it yet, but he belongs to you. He knows your name is carved into his heart.
His guest room in his apartment is why he can’t have friends over. The room is solely dedicated to all of his precious pictures and items he collects of yours.
Right now he is meaning to add something new to his collection. He wants something freshly worn. He's never gone this far before, never this close. He usually maintains a distance, but he got carried away like this. He wants to see you up close. He doesn’t expect you to start undressing, and he feels his self control slowly slipping away from himself as he watches the sweat glisten on your bare skin from just beyond the closet. He gulps, his eyes scanning over your naked body. He’s been saving himself for you, but just like any other man, he gets urges that not even his hand can satiate. Right now, you are on full display.
You’re putting on a show for him. You have to be. The subtle bounce of your breasts leaves a small groan escaping from his lips. He barely has time to register his mistake before you whip your head around, your eyes slowly scanning the room.
His breathing stops then, thinking he’s been found. But, thankfully, you return back to getting dressed, but quicker this time. Jungkook scolds himself mentally for losing it like that. You aren’t his to take, not yet anyway.
It has to be ninety degrees out at least. You don’t know why your staff thought it would be appropriate to continue having an event whilst there is a heat wave. You’re so irritable, but are trying your absolute best not to show it.
The heat is clouding your senses, consuming your thoughts. Your head spins, and you realize you haven’t taken a single sip of your water. You mentally scold yourself for being so reckless.
As you take a sip of water, your team finally recognizes that it’s too hot and begins trying to organize a way for you to switch the fan meeting inside. You know your fans have to be impatient and sweaty, so it takes more than a few shouts to redirect it.
Your manager realises this quickly, shifting his focus to you. You’re not looking too good, but they need you and your voice. Two staff members begin fanning you down as Jin approaches you and whispers into your ear.
“I think you are the only person they’ll listen to, ___.” You sigh at this, accepting your fate. You squeeze your palms into fists to try and settle the nerves. Your hearts racing in your chest, but it's nothing you can't handle. All you have to do is stand up and tell your fans that they need to move inside for safety reasons. It’s easy, you often sing on stages in front of thousands of people, so why are you so nervous? Something’s not right, but you can’t worry about this right now. You’re a celebrity, you can’t disappoint your fans. This moment is temporary, but how you make them feel is forever.
“Uh, I-I..” You stammer as you try to stand with the mic to your lips. Your eyes squint as the sun seeps into them, dribbles of sweat infiltrating and blurring your vision.
Get a fucking grip, ___, You tell yourself.
Jin’s eyes observe you with worry whilst your fans divert their attention to you expectantly. However, before you can even manage to get something out, you’re collapsing, tumbling to ground on the stage. All you can hear is muted gasps and the sound of your heart beat in your eardrums. You aren’t able to catch yourself, you’re too weak. You’d skipped lunch previously that afternoon out of habit. You’re going to fall to the ground in front of all your fans. Anxiety and shame fills you in that split second, a wave of nausea entering your body.
When you open your eyes, you somehow aren’t on the ground dry heaving from embarrassment. Instead, you’re in someone’s arms. A man in all black sweatpants, hoodie, and mask that covers most of his face is holding you. His grip on you is strong and his eyes wide and doe like. You get lost in his eyes for a moment before realizing in a panic you don't know this man. He isn't your staff, and definitely not a venue coordinator. So that can only mean he’s a fan. Embarrassment floods your senses, but he breaks the awkward silence.
“I’ve got you,” His voice is unexpectedly deep and sultry. You’re intrigued, but can't help the way your eyes begin seeing two of him; nausea getting the best of you. You try to swallow down your bile, but fail. His eyes assess your form and you can see the alert and concern contained within them. You don’t even get to ask about his identity before you’re puking all of your breakfast from that morning on his black hoodie.
Once you’re done defiling his hoodie in your dazed state you look up to see security rushing toward you hurriedly and Jin’s horrified expression as he tries to calm your fans. Your gaze flits to the crowd, and to your horror, you spot multiple phones recording the embarrassing scene before the security gets to you. You’re absolutely mortified.
On paper, you’re a perfect, unproblematic singer, so Jungkook has rarely ever had a need to defend you online from the scums that try to tarnish celebrities’ names. But now Jungkook has found his way onto multiple accounts, hacking them to delete the unsavory video of you puking on him from too many different angles. Not before saving all of them, of course. He just had to document the fact that you two were publicly together, and that close. Even if it was slightly disgusting.
Not only your company but you yourself had posted several formal apologies and made it known that you would be halting further activities. Jungkook believed your so-called fans didn't deserve your kindness. They shared, reposted, and mocked you on multitudes of different social media platforms. The only person that deserved an apology was him. Your security guards had practically tackled him even when you and your manager had told them to stop. Your manager apologized for you as you were taken away by a medical unit to be examined. This was exactly why you were being ripped apart on the internet. How could you be so cruel to a fan just helping you out?
Seemingly, Jungkook was the only one who understood why. He wasn’t supposed to have been on the stage. Everyone was taking a momentary break to drink water and recollect themselves. Jungkook knew from the second he saw you. He had somehow landed tickets to the meet and greet, and was excited to see you once again even though he did worry about you doing such an event in the heat.
After weaseling his way up front, he could see your breathing becoming fast paced and your eyelids drooping. He knew there was something wrong, but your team stood idly by, still proceeding to force you to stand. It wasn’t your fault. It was your teams’. This is precisely how he defended you on social media, correcting people about the situation whilst being passive aggressive.
You deserve better. And the halt of further activities broke him. He can't allow that. Your music, Your personality, just ripped away from him. You are the life jacket that keeps him afloat in this deep murky ocean of confusion and uncertainty. You give his life purpose and structure. He doesn't casually spend hours at the gym for some nobody on the street to recognize him, no, never. He does this all for you. And he can't let all his work be in vain.
Jungkook closes his tabs on his computer, trying to calm his senses. He places his headphones on and plays your newest single that he had already streamed hundreds of times. Instead of sticking with your usual girly, pop vibes, you went with a more slow and sensual sound. His mind wanders elsewhere. Of course, it’s to you. His mind remembers every subtle curve of your body, a secret hidden mole by your neck, and how light you were in his arms. He tries hard, almost too hard, to not let his mind linger too long on you like this. It riles him up, makes him want more than he can get. But right now he can’t help it.
Everything about you has stuck to him. You’re intoxicating and he can't seem to get enough of you, always reaching back to take more. As they say, once you get an inch, you end up wanting a mile. He’d be lying if he said he took his hoodie to a dry cleaners or even washed it at home. Obviously no one knows about him keeping it. It’s his forever secret. He worships the ground you walk on and dedicates hours of his days into watching you. You own a permanent spot on his heart that not even his parents can say they have. You are his world, and he’s only just figured a way to sneak his way into yours.
This being the biggest fuck up of your career would be an understatement. You’ve been bedrotting for two weeks, refusing to leave your apartment for anything, using whatever willpower you have left to order take out and binge watch episodes of cringy vampire and werewolf films from the 2010s. You are relishing your childhood as your adulthood falls apart right before your very eyes.
But hey, you haven’t noticed any advancements from your stalker in the past two weeks, so that is a positive. Sadly, it is seemingly the only positive you can seem to find right now. You swear the whole world despises you, even the penguins in Antarctica.
Jin tries to contact you daily, but you’re too embarrassed and miserable to call him back. The only way he knows you're alive is through the few dry texts you send him everyday. He wants you to make a comeback to try and help everyone forget about the incident, but you both know it’s too soon and short of notice. You had realized quickly after that no one was angry about the puke, but instead they were more furious about how everything was handled that day. And your apologies somehow only seem to fuel the fire.
There is nothing you can do anymore. The fan from the meet was too anonymous. No matter how hard you or your team tried the first week, you couldn’t find anything on him. Many impersonators fled to the internet quickly claiming to be him, but just as quickly as they appeared, they also mysteriously vanished, giving no follow up. You cried helplessly, not only for your tarnished reputation but for the fan that will forever think you're a sleazeball because of the actions that occurred that day.
Now, you can no longer cry. Instead, your phone is on do not disturb, and to seal the deal, you deleted all your social media apps off your phone to prevent yourself from looking at the hateful messages many people are leaving you.
You roll up in a ball as the sounds from the tv slowly drift away, your eyes already closing, mind focused on the much needed nap you would have. However, that's when you hear the reoccurring ringing of the doorbell as if someone is being chased outside of your apartment. You ignore it, just as you do to most things in your life, but when a shout follows, you force yourself out of the warm comfort of your bed.
“You can’t lock yourself away forever,” A snarky voice shouts from behind the door. When you open the door, you’re met with your friends Manon and Daniela. You groan at the cheeky smiles displaying on their faces; they’re up to something.
”We come bearing gifts,” Manon says to pique your interest, which she inevitably does. You let them both into your mess of an apartment, littered with take out boxes, silverware cluttering the sink, clothes messily thrown around your living room, and food in the beginning stages of molding.
”Wow, I didn't expect it to be this bad...” Daniela mutters as her eyes scope around your filthy apartment. Your head drops in embarrassment, but Manon places a reassuring hand on your shoulder, ready to boost your mood.
”We didn’t come here to criticize, Dani. We came here to help in any way we can. Then, after, we’re hitting the town. We have something important planned tonight.” Manon encourages, and you smile, noting how your friends always seem to know just how to boost your mood. You’re ready for whatever they have in store. It’s your first time out in two weeks, after all.
“Why the fuck are you so damn pissy?” Taehyung's words ring through Jungkook’s head like a bell. Jungkook doesn’t have many friends, Taehyung and Jimin being the two exceptions to that statement. They’re casual friends, work friends. Not close or comfortable friends. Not comfortable enough to be invited over, share food with each other, and definitely not fucking close enough to go on blind dates with each other.
“C’mon Tae, you can’t just trick him into going on a triple blind date. You know Jungkook's not…into that sort of stuff,” Jimin concludes, and Jungkook can feel the uncertainty in that pause, and he wonders what Jimin really wanted to say.
”Well, I would’ve invited Hobi but he’s busy teaching some fucking millennial Zumba class, Jungkook was my final option,” Taehyung scoffs, which only causes Jungkook’s annoyance to grow. He definitely does not want to be talking to some random woman who just wants his dick, especially not when he can spend the night watching over you.
“Well, find someone else to go on your sex escapades with,” He scowls, his voice low and serious, trying to maintain his composure.
”I’m doing you a favor. Maybe all you need is to get laid so you stop being fucking cranky all the time. When’s the last time you had a good fuck?” Taehyung asks crudely. Jungkook almost freezes up at this but maintains his composure; he doesn't owe Taehyung anything, especially not the fact that Jungkook’s a virgin. But to get Taehyung off his back and miles away from this blind date, he’d do anything.
”I’m waiting until marriage. Not everyone wants to sleep with five hundred women before they turn thirty,” Jungkook scoffs back, but Taehyung laughs reading him like an open book.
”Says the one that poses in the mirror, flexing his muscles and is covered head to toe in tattoos. I’ll believe that when pigs fly. Spoken like a virgin afraid to get his dick wet.” Jungkook almost seethes at this before Jimin cuts in.
“Jungkook, you don’t have to do anything you don't want to. Just entertain her whilst Tae and I secure the goodies for ourselves. I know you have to take one for the team here but please, just this once,” Jimin begs, his voice sincere. Jungkook groans before begrudgingly saying yes.
“Now we’re talking. Just load up on some beer, man, the buzz will help you get through it. I promise,” Taehyung insists as Jungkook glares in his direction. It isn’t a bad idea, but it's solely because it came from Taehyung that makes Jungkook uneasy.
“Whatever...” He mumbles under his breath, slumping in his seat. He hadn’t realized their ‘Guests’ had arrived until Jimin gets up to greet them in the bar. Jungkook can tell by the flush on his cheeks that he’s already tipsy.
Jungkook looks up for a moment to scope the ladies out. Two very beautiful women, but they don’t hold a candle to you. His eyes inspect more carefully for the third. He's not bringing her home, but he’d at least like to know who he has to entertain for the next two hours. He straightens up and his eyes widen, his jaw falling slack. He clenches a fist in his pocket. You. The third girl is you. And you’re fucking mesmerizing.
You breathe in and out. Daniela had only told you once you were out the house that it was a blind date. Your complaints were minimal since it has been awhile since you last put yourself out there.
You wish you could say that it's going well, but the man in front of you is in a complete daze, buffering in front of your very eyes, and you have no idea how to spark up a conversation with him.
”Jungkook, right?” You question, and his response is an unsure nod. It almost makes you laugh, how can a person be unsure of their own name.
”So...I heard you’re the youngest here,” You say. You’ve never gone after younger guys, so he does sort of spark your interest. His eyes widen at the sound of your voice, his pupils strategically avoiding your gaze.
“I, uh, yes...” He stutters out before taking a swig from the beer in front of him. You don't think you have an intimidating aura surrounding you, but you’ve also mainly interacted with people who already know you. You’re surprised enough as it is that he hasn’t recognized you yet.
“I’m not usually into younger guys, but actually-“ Before you can continue, he cuts your spiel short.
“Really?” He asks, his voice coming out strained. The look in his eyes proves he’s just one word away from a breakdown.
You somehow find it endearing that he’s nervous, but still making an effort to talk to you. Maybe he does recognize you, but is trying to keep it cool. Either way, it’s cute.
”You didn’t let me finish,” You giggle as he falls back in his seat expectantly.
”M’sorry,” He mumbles out, voice low and eyes suddenly trained on his lap. You see his nervousness in full effect as his front teeth begin to nibble away at his bottom lip.
You gulp down some of your beer, trying to loosen the atmosphere between you two before continuing.
“I was gonna say that you actually have me intrigued. You're cute,” You mutter the last part, but are sure Jungkook heard it loud and clear based solely on his reaction and the way his eyes lit up, staring into yours.
”Th-Thank you, uhm...?” He trails off, waiting for you to tell him your name. Ah, so he doesn’t recognize you. Perfect. You take a shot glass from the two that had mysteriously appeared on the table, gesturing to Jungkook to do one with you.
“___. Just call me, ___” You say, clinking your shots together before downing them eagerly.
His hardness is straining his jeans, making it almost impossible to focus on the conversation. Maybe if he’s lucky, you’ll be the one to take care of it tonight. But he can't get ahead of himself. The conversation is flowing smoothly back and forth. He’s playing a young mindless idiot and it disgusts him a little. His Bambi eyes work on you, though. You're easily swayed based on how you reacted to them.
Fuck, he could have you eating out of the palm of his hands, easily. He’s no light weight, so even a few shots in, he hasn’t lost himself yet. He is buzzed, though, and he can see the way you're eyeing him. His fucking cheeks specifically, you definetly wanna pinch them and that pisses him off a little; he’s always hated how round his face is, but if he had to succumb to some hidden kink you had then so be it. He’ll let you pinch them. Only you. He’ll let you coddle him all you want if it means he’ll end up being yours tonight.
”Your face is so round.” You blink lazily. There it is. Normally, he’d seethe with anger if someone pointed that out. But you, you can call him baby, play with his hair, pinch his cheeks, and take care of him. He doesn’t care because it’s you.
Your hand’s reach over without a care in the world, quickly invading Jungkook’s personal space to set your palms on his cheeks, only subtly squishing them beneath your palms. The sudden warmth of your palms stun him, yet Jungkook clenches his jaw, which you seem to be completely oblivious to.
Right when Jungkook thinks the humiliation ritual is over, Taehyung's drunken voice lays thick in the air.
“Awww, little baby kookie.” Jungkook's eyes remain closed, clenching his jaw harder, grinding his teeth.
“Can I squeeze?” He asks, something sinister in his eyes as Jimin pulls out his phone to capture the ridiculous exchange. However, instead of removing your hands so Taehyung can replace them, you squish Jungkook’s cheeks harder; which he doesn’t mind at all.
“No, he’s mine, get your own.” You laugh. You’re joking, he knows that, but you don’t let go. Your eyes return to his.
Jungkook’s heart rate speeds up in his chest, his erection returning. His palms are sweaty. Why is it suddenly so hot in here, and when the hell did he get so lucky all of a sudden? Your hands are pulling him in closer for a kiss, his first kiss.
“Mwah,” You pronounce with exaggeration. You leave a slobbery kiss on his cheek. His fucking cheek. It’s still something but he just thought, that just maybe…
You lean in closer to him, your lips centimeters away from his ear, “Not in front of them,” You pull away fast with a playful smile on your lips.
He gulps whilst nodding to look up at you. He hopes you’re actually like this, into submission. You have to be. Or else you’re just fucking with him. Either way he’ll play your game, and he will win. Because he’s been playing long before you even started.
He’s cute. Could you see yourself dating him in the future? Now, that's a different question. He's young. And you're a celebrity. Relationships aren't really your thing, but maybe this can be a casual thing. Nothing too serious.
Right now you're realizing what he reminds you of. A bunny. Which is adorable in your eyes. Maybe he's playing an act with you, because you find yourself staring at the small holes that decorate his face, hardly taking into account the beautiful art that trails up his right hand. You find the aesthetic of it attractive. You’d always fantasized about dating a man with tattoos. You had always made that known to all your friends, however, his body told an entirely different story compared to his face. The contrast of it intrigues you.
You may be a little tipsy, well, maybe a lot, but you can see the look in his eyes, his palms stuffed into his pockets and the subtle chewing of his bottom lip. He’s nervous and shrunken in on himself. Possibly even embarrassed.
You’re probably reading his body language wrong; he could be annoyed. You have been droning on about yourself, about what you’re into, and he’s just been staring at you with those wide eyes, with an awe-struck look on his face as if in a trance.
“Sorry, I've just been talking your ear off,” You say to him, your voice instantly pulling him from his thoughts.
“No, that’s not it, I just...” Jungkook gulps, his eyes averting from your intense gaze, drifting slowly to your cleavage. Your low cut dress leaves little for him to imagine.
A smirk plays on your face as you notice this. You immediately understand what he wants, and you don't mind giving it to him.
Your eyes wander around looking at the vacant tables that your friends previously occupied, this fully solidifies the idea in your mind. Your hand finds him on the table gently trailing up his arm you can feel him tense underneath your touch.
”Seems our friends ditched us,” You say in a sultry tone. Jungkook's eyes dart around before landing on you again.
”Do you maybe wanna go back to your place...?” You propose, his eyes widening in shock.
“M-my place?” He stutters out.
”Yeah, is that okay with you?” You say as a pout begins to form on your lips.
“Of course,” He mutters out, nodding his head eagerly as he stands up from his seat to exit the bar, the tab already having been paid.
“Well, lead the way,” You whisper whilst rising from your seat to take his hand, interlocking it with your own, his hands warm and damp with sweat. You smile at this, finding his nervousness endearing.
You catch a glimpse of the way he licks his bottom lip and gulps, beginning to walk you to his car. You fail to notice the repeated glimpses he gives you as he does so, and on the ride to his apartment you pay no mind to his fidgety behavior.
When you both arrive at his apartment, the room you enter is pitch black. He lets you enter first, letting you look around after you take your shoes off, leaving them by the door.
“Where’s the light switch?” You ask curiously, but Jungkook beats you to it by turning on the lights, revealing the kitchen and living room to you. You take in the small space, appreciating how neat it is. Actually, you’d say it’s more empty than neat. Nothing sticks out to you, but you feel awkwardness rising in the air as Jungkook takes off his shoes.
“Nice place you got here,” You say, strolling around near the living room. You assume Jungkook's farther away than he is because you jump when you hear his voice from behind you.
“Do you...uh… maybe wanna come to my bedroom now?” He replies. You find it odd at first due to his eagerness, but you had originally suggested it so you let it go. You nod, and he leads the way once again but this time to his bedroom.
The inside of his bedroom is just as tidy as his kitchen and living room are, with a few books and figures of stuff he’s into. You don’t find anything too out of the ordinary for a single man his age, which kind of comforts you.
You look around for any signs of your merchandise, but you don’t find any. Sleeping with a fan would not be a good look for you, and also just a weird experience, but Jungkook seems to have no clue who you are, so you take a seat on the edge of his bed as he searches through his drawer intently.
Unconsciously, you lie back onto his neatly made bed, staring up at the ceiling a moment before closing your eyes completely. The sounds of rustling and drawers opening filling the air. You swear you had almost fallen asleep, but your eyes snap open the moment you hear heavy breathing come from above you.
It’s Jungkook, of course, but you really weren’t expecting him to be hovering above you with a condom in his hand. His eyes eerily trained on your face with a look you can’t read. His breathing is heavy despite doing no rigorous activity. In that moment, the only thing saving him is his attractive face.
“I found it. T-the condom I mean…” He mutters, backing up at the view of your startled face.
“Oh, okay...” You respond. Usually, at this moment, the man takes over. But Jungkook just standing away from you awkwardly gives you the impression that it's his first time.
“I don’t know if this offends you or not, but… are you a virgin?” Deep in your heart you hope he answers yes, since that would explain his strange behavior.
“Y-you can tell?” His voice sounds disappointed and even embarrassed. You begin to laugh at the pout that rests on his face.
“No, it’s alright. I just…hadn’t expected that from you. Honestly it’s cute that you’re all nervous about this and didn’t want me to know,” You say, and Jungkook groans.
“I just wanted to be…” Jungkook mutters, and you don’t know what he was going to finish with before he just remains silent.
“You don’t have to be anything. I guess I was a little off guard. I’ve just never had the lead when it comes to sex,” You say carefully whilst removing your shirt and discarding it to the floor. His eyes widen at this, locked on your bra. You’d chosen a lacy black one from Victoria’s secret, hoping you’d get lucky tonight. With everything going on with you lately, it is what you need. You slip your pants off, revealing matching underwear. Jungkook's hand finds its way to his heart, trying to steady his heart beat, eyes refusing to leave your body.
“You’re beautiful,” He whispers softly. When his gaze meets your own, you see a look you've never seen before. A look as if you’ve hung the stars for him. The admiration in his eyes makes no sense, but it definitely leaves you feeling flustered.
“I-..thank you Jungkook,” You stand up from his bed, your hands intertwining with his hoodie. You tug the piece of clothing over his head to reveal his well sculptured body underneath. He wasn’t wearing a shirt beneath his hoodie, and your fingers begin to trace up his sleeve of tattoos. Jungkook sighs at the sensation of your fingers on his skin. Your fingers trail down to his lower stomach. You press your palm against the warmth of his skin, eliciting another sigh from him. You begin to unzip his jeans, his hand finding your own, gently removing it.
Instead, he slips them off himself, leaving him in just his boxers. Your eyes wander down, staring at his obvious erection pressing painfully against his thigh. Lewd thoughts fill your head and you lick your lips in response.
“Do you want me to-“ Jungkook’s groan interrupts your sentence.
“I won’t last...” He growls in a low voice, “I wanna last long. I want to remember this.” You nod at this, leading him slowly towards the bed. You climb onto the bed and lay onto your back, facing him.
“Let’s try this. I won’t touch you. But… you can touch me. All you want.” Your voice is heavy in the air. Jungkook stands there for a moment, taking it all in before deciding to inch closer.
His knees sink into the mattress, making his presence even more overwhelming as his body hovers over your own. He nibbles his bottom lip, eyes darting all over your face, so you take the initiative once more, bringing your lips to his.
You’re leading in the kiss. Your mouth is wide open, tongue dancing with his, saliva dripping down his chin from the exchange. He’s inexperienced, but you don’t care. It’s sloppy and definitely not your best kiss. But the way he succumbs to your mouth leaves a pleasant sensation in the pit of your stomach. Jungkook pulls away, breathing heavily, his eyes wide and watery as you place your palm on his heart to feel how much it’s racing.
“Calm down, Jungkook, it’s just a kiss.” You say sweetly, but tears fall anyway and he backs up sitting on the bed, his hands covering his eyes. Your concern grows at that point, unsure if you should carry on.
“Baby, did I do something you don’t like? What’s wrong? Do you need a minute, or should we not continue?” You aren’t even sure why he started crying, but you both did have a lot to drink and it’s his first time.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m fine. I can continue, it's just-“ You shush him, raising your finger to his lips.
“I get it. If you want to continue, we can.” Jungkook nods. You look at his face and just wonder how someone can look that good, even whilst crying.
You come closer to him, raising your hand to rest on his cheek.
“Can I touch you?” He nods, and you wipe at his tear stained cheek, his eyes a little red and eyelashes wet. He’s a fucking gorgeous crier.
He lost it. How the fuck did he fumble that bad? Truthfully, that wasn’t planned. He did not mean to cry. He should’ve held it in better but he couldn’t. You probably thought he was lame. The good part about it was the way you called him baby. Damn, he could get used to that.
He can’t give up. Not yet. You didn’t seem phased by the tears. He's still half hard, and with you he will have no problem getting it up again. He has to fuck you.
His hand reaches up, covering yours that remains on his cheek. He slowly lifts it, pushing you backwards onto the bed. He’s nervous, so fucking nervous. But he has to do this.
“There’s no rush,” You say softly, your hand trailing up his arm to somewhat calm him. He didn’t think he needed that, but it did put his heart at ease.
His finger slips beneath the hem of your underwear, slowly pulling them down her legs to remove them. His warm hands grip your thighs, spreading your legs further apart for access. He brings his head closer to the warmth between your legs. His breathing is heavy, subtle looks at the way you stare at him, anticipating.
Without a second thought, he dives in. He licks past your folds into the heat of your core. After just one taste, he can’t stop. He laps relentlessly, each moan from you motivating him to lick more, just to please you. He is addicted to the taste of you. All of it is so intensely satisfying, a sick thrill lighting within him. He’s always had dreams about you letting him do this. Having it happen is surreal. He needs to bask in this moment as long as he can.
He trails his fingers up your thigh until he reaches your core, inserting two fingers. His tongue licks at your clit whilst his fingers dig deeper to reach your g-spot. He can tell his technique is sloppy at best, but it’s working, you’re squirming beneath him. Your moans are like music to his ears.
It isn’t enough though, he won’t stop until your coming undone. Until your juices saturate his face and fingers. Just so he can have the privilege of licking you clean.
You’re about to come, and hard. Jungkook leaves almost no time for you to breathe. You can do nothing but moan and squirm beneath his relentless tongue. When he inserted his fingers, you thought you might faint. The way he thrusts them in and out repeatedly causes you to gasp, and your walls clench around them. The way he licks at your clit makes you almost yell his name.
Truth be told, you’ve never been eaten out before. The type of men you’ve been with usually refuse, prioritizing their pleasure over yours. You know Jungkook likes it, so you let him. You don’t even stop him when you're about to cum. You don’t think he’d stop anyway, his eyes trained solely on what’s in front of him.
You buck your hips, thighs squeezing Jungkook’s head gently between them. Your legs fall limp, following your orgasm. Jungkook's head was still between your legs, licking up all of your juices.
You came so easily and that had to have been the fastest it had ever happened. It’s hard to believe this is his first time. He must really like you. It was hard to not just lie there for a while, but Jungkook had no relief, so you take a moment before sitting up just as Jungkook pulls away.
You hadn’t noticed until now the way his hair was damp against his forehead from sweat. His eyelids are heavy, chest heaving. Your eyes drag down to look at his boxers, glancing at the strain of his cock beneath his boxers. Your tongue darts out to moisten your lips. You press your palm against his erection, feeling the sheer size of it beneath your palm.
“I need to be in you...” He groans. You nod slowly. His words affect you instantly, and the heat rising between your legs makes it hard to control your breaths.
Jungkook pulls down the hem of his boxers, allowing his cock to slap against his stomach. He grabs the condom from the bedside table, tearing it open with his teeth. A groan leaves his lips whilst applying it, allowing butterflies to return to your stomach.
His fist wraps around the base of his cock, aligning it with your entrance, gently pushing his tip past your folds.
A loud moan leaves your lips from the sensation. Jungkook takes this as a go-ahead, his cock stretching you out. Your walls are moist as they clench around his cock.
“I have to be dreaming,” are the only words that come out of his mouth breathlessly.
You fall back once his hips slam against your own from each thrust. Jungkook's pace is slow and methodical, savoring the feeling of your warmth wrapped around his cock.
“____...” he groans, his eyes staring into your own. His thrusts are beginning to grow slower, shakier than before, proving just how quickly he’s getting to his high.
His grip tightens on your hips. Finger digging roughly into your skin. He pulls you roughly against his cock, bottoming out and hitting you in just the right spot as his body jolts. You both come together, eyes closing whilst your heads fall back in sync.
Jungkook moans your name loud enough for his neighbors to hear. Your legs wrap tightly around his waist, pulling him close against you. His skin is flush against yours, sweat radiating from both of your bodies. Your legs drop to the bed and you take a moment to let yourself recuperate from two orgasms in one night.
He tugs his cock from you, letting it fall limp against his leg, the condom still securely on until he removes it. He tosses the used condom into a trash bin near the bed. His eyes land on your face. You look as though you’re sleeping, but he knows you're not. He still has a hard time registering that you’re really in front of him, that he was just inside of you, that he got to taste you, and put his lips all over your body. He got lucky tonight. Most definitely. He doesn’t want the night to end.
He presses his palm against your lower stomach, trailing up to your chest. You flinch at the initial touch, but let him continue. He lets his hand rest there until he can feel the goosebumps forming on your skin from the cool air of the room brushing against you. He stands up from the bed and turns off the light. He then grabs the duvet that had been discarded to the floor amidst the chaos, pulling it over the both of you. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you against him before taking deep inhales of your scent. You smell good, he likes that, and he likes that you don’t fight back when he buries his nose into the crook of your neck.
Fuck. He’s going to get hard again thinking like this. But he can’t help it. You keep adjusting to get comfortable and you're both naked against each other. He wants this to be his reality forever, not just from some lucky one night stand. He wants you to stay with him. He thinks you enjoyed it, judging by the way you moaned. He hopes you did, because that means this can happen again, or possibly be a regular thing.
He can’t believe he lost his virginity to you, and that it was better than expected. It felt like floating in a dream, sharing a moment with you amongst the stars. He wouldn’t have had it any other way.
It takes a while for Jungkook to fall asleep, but from your soft breaths and the warmth of your bodies against each other, he eventually does, and with you tucked away tightly in his arms.
You wouldn’t have awoken if it hadn’t been for someone tugging on you. When you groan for the third time, you decide to open your eyes. You find yourself in his arms. The guy from last night, the one who is ridiculously attractive. His hair is messy and he’s softly snoring. You pull his arms from around your waist then sit up in the bed. You stretch your arms out then take a look around the room to find your clothes in a neat pile by the bed. You pull your legs over the edge of the bed, allowing your feet to feel the chill of the tile floor. You shiver a bit due to your nakedness, but waste no time standing to stretch the rest of your limbs.
For some odd reason, you freeze when you begin to hear rustling in the bed, but thankfully it’s just Jungkook adjusting to no longer having something in his arms. You help yourself to a robe on the hook of the door instead of dressing yourself to leave. Honestly, you want to get to know this stranger more. Last night he was cute and interesting and you could really use something like that in your life, especially since your last relationship was so long ago.
You make your way out of the room, opening the door slowly enough so that no noise comes of it. You are on your way to raid his fridge, maybe make him some breakfast. Why not? The sex was great last night and he deserves an award. You stop dead in your tracks when you take note of the extra room you hadn’t noticed before as you make your way down the hallway to the kitchen. You truly aren’t a nosy person. Just curious. He also happened to have left the door cracked open, which was basically begging you to open it.
Your hand rests on the door knob before finally you push open the door to see what’s inside of the room, and what you see leaves you in utter shock.
Pictures, posters, even goddamn paintings cover the room, and they’re all of you. They decorate the walls, paint the ceiling and litter the floor.
You are terrified, but your body moves on its own, inching deeper in the room to take a closer look ignoring the fight or flight instinct igniting inside your head.
You step in front of the closet, and to your dismay, it's full. Full of outfits from concerts you’ve worn, various items that had gone missing in your apartment and a familiar hoodie, stained with an unidentifiable liquid. Of course you remember that hoodie, the feeling of the scent, the strong arms that came with it. It’s the reason you halted activities for weeks, the whole reason you’ve been casted off to your bed unable to do anything except rot.
When you take a closer look at the pictures, they are all from afar, taken from a window with a high quality camera. It sends small tingles down your spine. All of your albums, merch, and collaborations are here, as well as various invasions of privacy.
You feel like you’re going to be sick. You feel stupid, too. All the signs were pointing to this. The way he seemed obsessed with you had made you believe he just really liked you. You should’ve known better.
You’re standing in your stalker’s apartment after having spent a night with him. A night where he made you feel the best you ever have been. But now you feel like you might be sick all over his floor.
You need to get out. Your hands are shaking violently as you slowly back out of the room, your breathing growing heavier. You’re going to run out the front door as quickly as you can. Fuck your purse and phone and even your clothes; those are all replaceable. If Jungkook knows you found out, you have no clue what he will do.
You feel yourself crash into something hard behind you. You slowly turn around, and your breath caches when you realize it’s Jungkook. He looks freshly awoken, and his eyes seem surprisingly soft.
“So, you found out, huh?” He asks, his voice incredibly gentle, contrary to the room you’re standing in.
“J-Jungkook, you…you a-“ Jungkook places a finger to your lips, hushing you, and you can’t help but flinch at the contact.
“I love you, ___. Can’t you see? Do you remember me? When we first spoke, when you gave me a purpose. All these years, you have been my reason to live. Your beautiful voice, your eyes, your body… I love you so much. And you can see that this is just a token of my love, right?”
As Jungkook says this, he rounds you and wanders around the room as tears prick at your eyes. The exit is right behind you, but you need to wait for the right moment.
“Look at this,” He rips a picture off the wall and observes it, “I took this after you released your second EP. You were so upset because a lot of people didn’t like it, so you stayed up all night and watched your favorite TV show. Look how cute you look in your pink pajamas.”
All the mysterious texts, the weird feeling that you were being watched in your home… it was him all along. And you walked right into his trap.
“And this is the first signed album I ordered online. You signed mine with a heart. That was just for me, wasn’t it?” He turns to you, expecting an answer, but you can move. You feel frozen in fear. Jungkook smiles, reaching into the closet.
“This is the first item I borrowed from you. It’s your-“ You don’t even let him finish before you spin around and sprint out of the door.
You distinctly remember the way around his apartment, so your heart thumps in your chest as your bare feet slide against the floor. You spot the front door ahead of you. You don’t even stop to see if Jungkook is following you. Your body is being carried by heaps of adrenaline.
Your fingertips almost reach the front door before you feel hands grab onto your shoulders, and Jungkook pulls you against him. A scream escapes your mouth as he holds you in place, putting his hand over your mouth. You try not to think about how alluring his scent is as he leans down to speak into your ear.
“I’m sorry, ___, but I have to do this. For us.”
Something thick and hard pricks your arm, and pain throbs through your body. Almost instantaneously, your brain begins to feel foggy. Jungkook lets you go, so you stumble towards the door, but you feel like you’re not in control of your body. It doesn’t listen to you as you grab at the doorknob.
Your vision starts to blur, and you can hear Jungkook mumbling behind you, saying words you can’t understand. Your ears start ringing, and the last thing you feel is panic before you fall to the ground and everything goes black.
Your eyes flutter open, and you groan, sitting up. You look around, feeling confused. Your head is pounding. You realize you’re on Jungkook’s couch, a blanket wrapped around your legs.
“What happened?” You ask, noticing Jungkook crouching next to you, his eyebrows knitted in concern.
“You passed out. I think you’re really hungover. What do you remember?” He asks. You rack your head for an answer to his question.
“Well, I remember last night and waking up this morning in your bed, but I don’t remember much after that,” You admit, your memory feeling blurry. Jungkook’s lips press together as he rubs your shoulder. You look down, noticing a band aid on your arm.
“What’s this for?” You question, moving your arm and grunting in pain.
“You fell on your arm. You were bleeding. I was so worried.”
You feel strange, like you’re out of it. And your arm doesn’t feel like you fell on it; it feels sore, like you got a shot. You internally shake your head. Here you are, trying to be suspicious when all Jungkook has done is take care of you. You offer him a smile and even press a kiss to his lips.
“Thank you for taking care of me,” You say warmly, to which he smiles back. Finally, you’ve met a guy who is sweet and takes care of you. You could see yourself having a future with him. And most importantly, he isn’t some crazy, obsessed fan
The Broken Vow
Description: You met your husband when you were children, foolishly following the pull of first love. Nothing seemed impossible with him holding your hand; dreams and hopes at your fingertips. But when an accident happened, and you were left alone in this world, you learned how to rebuild it without him. Years later he’s back by your side, the only problem – he’s not too keen on having been replaced. It’s not your fault…right?
Warnings: manipulation, yandere, hospitals, divorce, mentions of death, angst, weight loss (not by MC), power corruption, self-condemnation. Please keep in mind this is a yandere story.
Word Count: ~13.5k
One-shot
!In no way of shape and form do I think this is how Jungkook acts in real life, this is pure work of fiction, so if you choose to read it, please keep that in mind!
obsessive best friend jungkook x y/n
obsession, yearning, smut
>10k
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jungkook was undeniably your closest friend. you two came as a pair, packaged tightly together and wrapped in clingfilm. you’d known each other since you were both ten, sat together in primary school, stealing glances at one another as though the intrigue you both kept could hardly make either of you look away. the boy had won your heart in a flash when he offered his banana milk to you after punching the horrible boy that kept bullying you, all whilst offering you a big toothy grin.
he came shopping with you, standing outside of changing rooms with crossed arms and big biceps, analysing every short little skirt and blouse. he’d sit beside you in all of your classes, helping you with your note taking, buying you special highlighters so you could make them prettier. and at parties? jungkook would stand, arm around your waist, eyes shooting daggers at any man that tried to even think about coming near you whilst he took care of you.
you see, jungkook being your best friend was indeed undeniable. the other undeniable fact? he was utterly, completely and entirely in love with you.
Dangerous Attachment- JJK
SYNOPSIS: After moving into a new apartment, Y/N hopes for a quiet start until she meets her neighbors, a couple living next door. Jungkook, the husband, is everything she shouldn't want: kind, gentle, and already taken. Yet their paths keep crossing, drawing her into a connection she tries to deny. GENRE: Forbidden Romance | Slow burn Obsession | Toxic WC: 22.3k
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You had just moved into the new apartment small, quiet, and perfectly close to your university. The morning sunlight spilled through the thin curtains, washing over the boxes still waiting to be unpacked. It felt peaceful here, safe even. The kind of place where no one knew who you were or what you'd left behind.
Your neighbors were kind surprisingly kind. The old lady two doors down always brought you something warm to eat, her hands smelling faintly of jasmine and soap. She'd ask about your classes, your part-time job, and remind you to rest more. You liked her voice, soft and familiar, the way she made you feel seen in a city full of strangers.
And then there was him.
The man next door.
Jeon Jungkook.
You still remember the first day how he appeared out of nowhere when you were struggling with the heavy boxes, his sleeves rolled up, smile effortless. "Let me help you," he'd said, and before you could argue, he was already carrying half your things inside. You didn't even notice how your heart stuttered then maybe you did, but you told yourself it was just gratitude.
He was married. A husband. A father.
And yet, there was something about him that felt different from the rest maybe the way his voice softened when he spoke to his daughter, or how he always greeted you with a polite smile that lingered a second too long. His daughter, Hana, was adorable curious, bright, and too comfortable wandering into your apartment. Sometimes she'd sit on your floor, crayons scattered everywhere, while you watched her, pretending to study but stealing glances at the door. Waiting, maybe, for him to come pick her up.
On weekends, you'd share donuts or ice cream with her, listening to her innocent chatter about school, her mom, and how her dad made the best pancakes. You smiled every time she mentioned him even when you didn't mean to.
Jungkook often returned the gesture, sending over food or desserts his wife prepared. You thanked him each time, your fingers brushing his when you took the plate, your voice softer than usual. His wife was rarely around busy, devoted to her work, someone you only saw in glimpses. You respected her, you really did. But sometimes you wondered what it would feel like to have what she had.
It wasn't love. You told yourself that often. It was just admiration. Just curiosity.
But your heart had already begun memorizing the rhythm of his footsteps in the hallway and you hated how much you noticed when they stopped in front of your door.
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You were standing just outside your apartment, staring at the dull light that had long since given up on your living room. The evening air was cool against your skin, brushing softly as if nudging you to hurry. You hadn't expected anyone to be around, yet your thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching.
It was Jungkook. Just back from work, his shirt slightly creased from the day, hair still a little tousled, the faint scent of cologne mingling with the evening breeze. You watched him from the corner of your eye as he carried himself effortlessly, the ease in his stride making him seem larger than life.
"Hey," he greeted, a small smile tugging at his lips as he noticed you standing there. "What are you doing out here?" His voice had that calm, low quality that somehow made the mundane feel significant.
You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you should admit the triviality of your errand. "I... I came out to get a bulb," you said, gesturing vaguely to the darkened interior behind you. "The one in my living room stopped working."
He raised an eyebrow, a faint amusement flickering in his eyes. "Really?" Then, before you could respond, he added, "I actually have an extra at my place. You can take it if you want."
You blinked, slightly taken aback by his offer, but nodded quickly. When he handed you the bulb, your fingers brushed for the briefest moment, and you felt a curious jolt, a warmth that made your chest tighten just slightly.
"Do you... need help putting it in?" he asked, watching you carefully. His tone was casual, but there was an undercurrent of concern, like he could see the hesitation in your movements even before you realized it.
Without thinking, without really analyzing why, you found yourself saying, "Yes." The word escaped your lips almost involuntarily. Of course you did you couldn't possibly reach that high. You told yourself it was purely practical, that it was simply the height that made it necessary to ask for help. But deep down, there was something else: a secret thrill in having him close, his presence so near, his tall frame bending slightly to reach the ceiling alongside you.
Jungkook moved with quiet precision, adjusting the bulb and securing it into place. Every motion was fluid, practiced, but to you, it felt mesmerizing. You found yourself unable to look away, your eyes tracing the line of his arms, the way his fingers gripped the bulb, the slight tension in his shoulders as he worked. You told yourself you were just observing practical, surely but a small, unacknowledged part of you felt captivated.
Finally, he stepped down from the stool, brushing his hands lightly against his thighs. He turned to you, a soft, effortless smile tugging at his lips. "All done," he said, his voice calm but warm, carrying that quiet assurance that always seemed to draw you in.
You blinked, momentarily dazed, and murmured, "Th... thank you." Your words felt insufficient, almost clumsy, compared to the simple perfection of his presence.
Your gaze lingered on him as he straightened his office clothes, the neatness of his shirt and the slight crease of his trousers contrasting with the casual ease of how he just fixed the bulb. He had come straight from work, and here he was, helping you without complaint. The thought made your chest tighten in a way you didn't quite understand.
"Are you... sure you don't need anything? I mean, I'm sorry... you just came from work, and I... I took your help when you probably needed to rest," you said, your words tumbling out in a mix of concern and something closer to fascination.
Jungkook's smile widened just a fraction, easy and reassuring. "It's fine," he said simply, shrugging as if the effort had been nothing.
You hesitated, then offered, almost reflexively, "Would you like something to eat? I can make something-"
He shook his head, a small chuckle escaping him. "No, my wife just made kimchi fried rice with fried chicken," he said, his tone light but the mention of his wife striking a tiny pang in your chest you didn't acknowledge. "But I'll bring some fried chicken for you too," he added, smiling as he made his way to the door.
You watched him leave, standing frozen for a moment, the faint scent of him lingering in the apartment. There was a strange mix of admiration and something deeper you couldn't yet name, a pull you didn't fully recognize. Your fingers absentmindedly brushed against the countertop where he had stood, and you caught yourself staring after him a little longer than necessary, heart quietly stirring at the thought that he had come, just for you, to fix something as simple as a lightbulb.
You shook your head slightly, almost laughing at yourself. "It's just a bulb," you whispered, but your gaze stayed on the door a moment longer, lingering on the space where he had been.
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It was a quiet weekend afternoon, the sunlight streaming softly through the curtains of your apartment. The usual calm of your space was now punctuated by little giggles and the soft clatter of plastic as Hana settled herself on the carpet with her Barbie dolls.
"I'm bored," Hana announced dramatically, plopping herself down beside you. "Mama had work to do and didn't want to play with me. So... I came to play with you!"
You smiled, watching her energetically arrange the tiny outfits and accessories for her dolls. There was something endearing in the seriousness with which she treated her tiny world, as if each piece mattered immensely.
You leaned over slightly, watching her busy hands and the concentration furrowing her little brow. "You look so much like your daddy," you said softly, a playful lilt in your voice.
Hana paused, eyes widening briefly before she shook her head emphatically, returning her attention to her Barbie. "Nooo! I look like mama. I want to look like mama," she said, carefully adjusting a doll's dress as if it were a matter of utmost importance.
You raised an eyebrow, curious. "Why?" you asked, tilting your head slightly, genuinely intrigued by her reasoning.
Her face lit up in a proud, mischievous grin. "Dada likes mama," she said, speaking with the innocent certainty only a child could have. "She's beautiful. She's the most beautiful woman in the world. That's what dada said. I want to be like mama too... the most beautiful woman in the world," she added, letting out a small, giggling squeal as she twirled one of the dolls around.
You couldn't help it her words, so matter-of-fact and earnest, made you roll your eyes with a mixture of amusement and affection, though a faint warmth crept up your chest. "Hana," you said gently, reaching over to ruffle her hair, "you're already the most beautiful girl I have ever seen."
Her eyes lit up instantly, a small gasp of delight escaping her lips. "Really? Thank you, Y/nie! You're pretty too!" she exclaimed, her giggle infectious as she went back to fussing over her doll.
You laughed softly, shaking your head at her adorable seriousness, and found yourself caught in the moment a quiet, happy bubble of laughter, innocence, and warmth, the kind only children like Hana could bring into a room. Watching her, you realized that beauty wasn't just about appearances; it was in moments like these, in giggles, in admiration freely given, in tiny hands clutching a plastic doll as if it were a crown.
You paused for a moment, setting down the Barbie you'd just been helping Hana dress. The living room was quiet except for the soft rustle of plastic as she arranged her dolls, but your mind was elsewhere. Normally, weekends were Jungkook's time he dedicated to Hana, playing with her, taking her out, or just being present. Yet today, the apartment felt slightly different, almost empty without him.
Curiosity tugged at you, and you leaned slightly closer to Hana, tilting your head in a gentle, casual way as if the question were just passing conversation. "Hana... where's your dad?" you asked softly, careful to keep your tone light, though inside, a small flicker of concern or perhaps curiosity stirred.
Hana didn't look up immediately, focused intently on making sure her Barbie's hair matched the tiny plastic brush in her hand. After a moment, she looked up, her face lighting with a small, innocent smile. "He went out with Tae uncle," she said cheerfully, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
You blinked, slightly taken aback. Tae uncle? That name didn't ring any bells. You nodded slowly, trying to process it, curiosity blooming in your chest. Who was this Tae uncle? Was it someone from work? A friend? Somehow, it made your mind wander wondering why Jungkook wasn't home today, and yet, hearing Hana's carefree voice, you felt a twinge of unease you couldn't quite place.
You forced yourself to smile, ruffling her hair gently. "Oh... I see," you said, trying to keep your tone casual while your thoughts quietly lingered on Jungkook. Even in his absence, he seemed to have left an imprint, a presence that lingered in her words, in her mention of him.
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You were walking down the quiet street with Jimin, the evening breeze gently brushing against your face. The two of you had left work together, as usual, and Jimin had once again offered to walk you home. It had become a comforting routine, something you didn't think much about until moments like this made your chest feel a little warmer than necessary.
Holding your hand lightly, Jimin glanced down at the contrast between his palm and yours. "They're so small," he said with a soft chuckle, fingers squeezing yours gently as if testing the reality of it.
You immediately pulled your hand away, pretending to be annoyed. "Yah! Your hand is small too!" you snapped, though the playful tone betrayed your smile. Jimin only laughed, his eyes sparkling with mischief, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes as you reached your apartment building.
As you stopped at the entrance, Jimin leaned slightly closer, his expression suddenly tender. "I'll miss you," he said, giving you those puppy eyes that always had a way of making your heart flutter.
"Stop with that face," you said, though your voice lacked conviction, your cheeks betraying the faint warmth creeping over them.
"Bye bye, I'm going," he said, moving to leave but before you could react, Jimin pulled you gently toward him and pressed a quick, playful kiss to your cheek.
You froze, stunned for a brief moment, fingers instinctively hitting his shoulder. "Yah! What was that?!" you exclaimed, half-scolding, half-laughing.
Jimin just grinned, brushing it off with a casual wave. "Bye!" he said before jogging away, the corners of his lips curved in that infuriatingly charming smile of his.
Then a voice broke through your daze. "Awww, that was so cute."
You turned sharply, your annoyance immediately flaring. Min-seo, Jungkook's wife, was standing there with that familiar bright smile. Behind her, Jungkook appeared, tall and composed as always, walking beside her.
"Is he your boyfriend? You both look cute together," Min-seo said, her tone teasing. She looked at you like she expected a flustered answer.
You blinked at her, a flicker of irritation in your chest. "He- He's not my boyfriend," you said quickly, voice tight as your gaze drifted instinctively to Jungkook, standing silently beside her.
Min-seo only smiled wider, leaning slightly toward him. "Ah, come on! I remember being shy at the beginning too," she said, her words directed at you, but it felt like a jab.
Your hands curled slightly at your sides as you forced yourself to stay calm. "I- I should get going," you muttered, turning sharply and walking away, your steps faster than necessary, each one a silent protest against the little spark of annoyance Min-seo had ignited.
Behind you, Min-seo whispered under her breath, "I guess she's shy."
Jungkook, however, didn't speak. He simply watched you leave, his expression unreadable, and something in that quiet intensity made your chest tighten in a way you didn't fully understand. You didn't notice, but your lowkey fixation on him tugged at you as you disappeared into your apartment, irritation and something unacknowledged swirling together in your mind.
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The knock on your door pulled you from a blissful sleep, one of those rare mornings where your dreams felt warm and endless. Groaning, you buried your face deeper into your pillow, cursing whoever had dared disturb the perfect rhythm of your rest. Another knock came, sharper this time, jolting you upright.
Dragging yourself out of bed, hair a tangled mess and eyes half-closed, you shuffled to the door and opened it only to be greeted by a face that made your grogginess instantly collide with awareness. Jungkook. Handsome, annoyingly so, yet impossibly cute with that soft, bunny-like smile.
Why did someone have to be both handsome and adorable at the same time? you thought, blinking at him in disbelief.
"I'm sorry... did I just wake you up?" His voice was soft, genuinely concerned, and your stomach twisted. Shit. He'd seen you like this hair sticking out, eyes half-open, face probably bloated from sleep. You were sure you looked absolutely horrendous.
You froze for a moment, debating your options: slam the door and flee, or accept your fate and face him head-on.
"No- I just... yeah, I was sleeping," you muttered, voice barely above a whisper, eyes darting down. Your brain betrayed you, and panic flared in a small, irrational wave. Did your breath stink? You couldn't remember brushing before bed... You hoped to God it hadn't.
Jungkook chuckled softly, a sound that somehow made your heart race and your embarrassment multiply.
"May I come in?" he asked, tilting his head slightly, the soft curve of his smile making your resolve weaken.
Straightening your posture, you hesitated, glancing at the mess behind you. Living room in chaos, dishes half-washed, clothes scattered... if he came in, he'd definitely judge you. Maybe even laugh at how... pathetic you looked right now.
"Y/N?" he called again, patience laced in his tone.
"Oh, yeah... sure..." you stammered, stepping aside as he entered. As soon as he did, his eyes swept across your apartment, noting the small disarray without judgment.
"Looks like you didn't have time to clean your room," he commented casually.
"I was just... too lazy," you mumbled, embarrassed yet trying to laugh it off.
"No... I get it. I know you've been tired," he said, that smile softening as he looked at you. "Managing uni and your part-time... it's difficult."
Your chest warmed at his words, the way he noticed things without needing them spelled out. Then, as if on cue, he held out a small plate. "I just made pancakes, and Hana helped. She wanted me to give them to you."
"Oh my God... that's so sweet of you both. Thank you!" You felt your cheeks heat up, suddenly aware of his presence so close, and the way he moved effortlessly through your apartment as though it were familiar. Jungkook placed the plate on your counter with a gentle smile, glancing around the clutter with an ease that didn't make you feel judged but only slightly self-conscious.
"Do you want me to help with cleaning?" he asked, tilting his head as his eyes swept the living room.
"Oh no, it's fine. I can do it," you said, forcing a small smile, though the exhaustion still clung to your movements. "You should go... I'm sure you have things to do."
Jungkook nodded, his smile warm but unreadable, before making his way toward the door. As soon as the click of the closing door echoed, you bolted to your bedroom, heart pounding.
You looked at yourself in the mirror, cheeks burning, hair sticking out in every direction. Shorts, an oversized shirt, no bra and Jungkook had just seen you like this. Your mind spiraled, imagining every possible thought he could have had, every little judgment you were sure he silently passed. You looked homeless. Messy. Embarrassingly real.
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It was a bright, breezy afternoon, the sun warm but not too harsh, and you were scrolling lazily on your phone when a familiar voice broke your quiet.
"Y/N! Wanna come out with us? Hana wants to go to the park," Jungkook called cheerfully from the doorway, Hana tugging at his hand with her usual excitement.
You blinked, sitting up. Your schedule was free, nothing planned, and honestly... the idea of spending time with Jungkook and Hana sounded pleasant. You smiled softly. "Yeah... I can go. Sounds fun."
Hana squealed immediately, clapping her little hands. "Yay! Let's go, Y/nie!" She bounced on her toes as Jungkook chuckled, picking up her little backpack and holding the door open for you.
The park was lively but not crowded. Children's laughter mingled with the rustle of leaves in the gentle wind. Hana immediately ran toward the playground, her giggles ringing out as she climbed the slide and swung herself on the swings. You followed behind, Jungkook walking beside you casually, his presence calm, familiar, yet somehow magnetic.
"Do you want to get ice cream?" he asked as Hana tugged at his hand again, her eyes bright with excitement.
"Sure!" you said, smiling, as he led the way to the small ice cream stand near the fountain. Hana jumped in front, pointing to a bright pink cone. "I want strawberry!"
Jungkook laughed, ruffling her hair lightly before handing her the ice cream. "Good choice," he said. Then he turned to you with that gentle smile. "What about you?"
You felt your pulse quicken, suddenly aware of the warm afternoon sun and the soft shadow of his presence beside you. "Chocolate... please," you murmured.
He bought both cones, handing yours over carefully. "Here, careful with the mess," he said, his voice calm and kind. Hana immediately took a big bite, sticky pink ice cream smudging the corners of her mouth, and you found yourself chuckling at how adorably earnest she was.
You brought your cone closer to your lips but couldn't resist sneaking glances at Jungkook as he helped Hana sit on a bench, wiping her hands carefully with a napkin. You noticed a small smear of ice cream near the corner of his lips and your heart skipped.
"Y/N, why are you staring?" His voice was casual, but the teasing edge made your pulse hammer.
You blushed, fumbling slightly. "Uh... you've got ice cream... right here," you said, pointing near the side of his lips.
Jungkook glanced down, trying to lick it off himself, but he couldn't quite reach the corner. "Huh... I can't get it," he muttered.
Before you could stop yourself, you reached forward with a finger, brushing it gently against the ice cream. "Here... I can help," you said softly, leaning just a little closer. His warm scent reached you, making your chest flutter. Carefully, you wiped the corner of his lips, your fingers lingering slightly more than necessary.
Without thinking, your finger brushed your own lips subtly as you licked it clean, hoping he didn't notice. Your heart raced, every simple motion magnified in significance, every smile of his sending a quiet thrill through you.
Hana, meanwhile, was oblivious to the tension, giggling as she squished the ice cream between her tiny fingers. "Y/nie, look! I made a snowman with my ice cream!" she exclaimed, holding up her sticky creation proudly.
Jungkook chuckled, crouching slightly to Hana's level. "That's amazing, Hana. You're so creative!" He gently tapped her little nose with a bit of the ice cream, making her squeal in delight.
You watched him interact with her, his calm patience and warmth pulling you in further. You found yourself unconsciously leaning a little closer when he laughed, your eyes lingering on his lips a moment too long, your chest tightening in a way that both thrilled and terrified you.
Hana squealed again, pointing at a squirrel scampering nearby, and Jungkook's attention immediately shifted to her, scooping her up gently as she wriggled happily in his arms. You stood there, ice cream forgotten for a moment, silently aware of how much you wanted to be nearer to him, to share those small, ordinary moments, even as he simply smiled and laughed at Hana's antics, entirely unaware of your feelings simmering quietly.
The afternoon stretched lazily, filled with laughter, sticky fingers, and the warmth of the sun and something unspoken, delicate, and growing between you and Jungkook, though he remained simply kind, friendly, and completely unaware of the silent pull you felt. --------
You stood there, heart pounding so loud it almost drowned out your thoughts. The air between you and Jungkook felt heavy thick with the weight of all the things you'd been holding back for too long. He looked at you with that same calm, kind expression he always had, unaware that every glance, every word, every smile had slowly consumed you.
"Mr. Jeon," you began, voice trembling slightly, "I've been feeling something for the past few days... no, longer than that. From the moment I met you, I-" you paused, breath hitching, "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you."
Jungkook blinked, his brows furrowing as if he didn't quite hear it right. "What?" he asked, his tone sharp, startled.
"I know this is wrong," you whispered, trying to steady your voice, "but I love you. I really love you."
There was silence. His eyes widened, disbelief flashing through them. "Do you even know what you're saying, Y/N?" he said finally, his voice firm, but you could tell he was trying to stay calm.
"I do. I know exactly what I'm saying," you replied, stepping closer, trying to meet his eyes. "I love you."
He took a step back, his breath leaving him in a rush. "Y/N... I'm married. I have a family. You can't-" he stopped, his voice breaking slightly before it hardened again. "This is wrong. Completely wrong."
But your heart was louder than reason. "I know, but I can't help it!" you pleaded, eyes glossy. "I can take care of your daughter; I can even be your second wife if that's what it takes. I'm not asking you to leave your family. I just want a place in your heart. Please, Jungkook..."
Your voice cracked at the end as you reached for his hand, but he pulled away as if your touch burned him.
He stared at you, disbelief and anger flickering in his gaze. "You've lost your mind," he said under his breath, voice filled with something you couldn't bear to hear disgust. "I never thought you'd be capable of something like this."
"Jungkook, please-"
"No." His tone was final this time. He turned away, running a hand through his hair as he exhaled sharply. "I treated you with kindness, Y/N, but I never gave you any reason to feel this way. You've crossed a line." You could barely breathe. You wanted to reach out, to make him understand that your feelings were real, but before you could say another word, he turned his back to you.
"Jungkook, please don't go" you whispered, tears threatening to fall.
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"NO!" you scream, bolting upright in bed. The echo of your own voice bounces off the walls, your chest heaving as the remnants of the dream cling to your skin like a second layer. For a moment, you can't tell where you are, the thin veil between dream and reality still trembling. Your sheets are tangled around your legs, your palms damp, and your forehead slick with sweat. The air feels heavy, too still, as if the world itself has stopped to watch you crumble in confusion.
You bring a trembling hand to your lips, heart pounding. Did I really dream that?
Confessing to Jungkook, him? your neighbor of all people. The same Jungkook whose laughter drifts through the thin walls of your apartment when he plays with his daughter. The same man whose gentle voice always seems too kind, too warm.
You press your face into your hands, mortified. "God... what's wrong with me?" you whisper. The dream replays in flashes. Jungkook is married.
He has a wife who waits for him every evening, a daughter who calls his name with pure joy. You shouldn't even think about him that way. It's wrong, you know it's wrong yet your chest aches with something you can't name, something that feels dangerously close to longing.
You throw the blanket aside and swing your legs over the edge of the bed. The morning light creeps through the curtains, faint and indifferent, brushing across your face as if mocking you for what your mind dared to conjure. You force yourself to breathe, to move, to forget.
"This is ridiculous," you mutter, stumbling toward the bathroom. The cold water hits your face, shocking you back to reality. You stare at your reflection in the mirror eyes wide, hair sticking to your temples and try to see the person who had that dream. But all you see is someone caught between guilt and something unspoken.
You need to stop this.
You make up your mind right then, you'll avoid him. No more helping his daughter with her drawings, no more lingering conversations at the gate, no more smiles that last a second too long. Whatever this strange feeling is, you'll bury it deep, where it can't find you again.
With a sigh, you grab your bag and step out the door, the morning breeze brushing against your skin like a quiet reminder. You have university to attend, a life to live and Jungkook to forget.
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You have been trying to focus on university, on work, on anything that doesn't have Jungkook's name attached to it. Your days have become a blur of lectures, deadlines, and late-night study sessions, all serving one purpose distraction. The door that was once always open for Hana, his bright-eyed daughter who used to run into your living room with her toys, now stays firmly shut.
Every time you hear her small knocks and that sweet little voice calling, "Unnie, can I come in?" your heart twists painfully. You'd force yourself to answer through the door, keeping your tone light, "I'm a bit busy right now, Hana. Maybe later, okay?"
And then silence followed by the sound of her tiny footsteps retreating down the hall.
You hate it. You hate how avoiding them feels like cutting off a piece of warmth from your life. But what choice do you have? Each time you see Jungkook his kind smile, the way he waves when you pass by, or that soft tone he uses when thanking you for helping Hana, you feel that uncomfortable pull inside your chest again.
You promised yourself, You won't fall for him.
So you hide behind excuses. Behind your books. Behind work.
Even when Jungkook knocks on your door in the evenings, holding a small box of sweets or a neatly packed dinner, you freeze in place. Sometimes, you wait in silence until the sound of his footsteps fade. And when you finally gather the courage to peek through the peephole, he's already gone leaving behind the food on your doorstep with a folded note.
"You've been working hard again, haven't you? Please don't skip dinner." - Jungkook
You stand there, the warmth from the neatly wrapped container seeping into your palms as you hold it, your chest tightening with guilt and something else you refuse to name. You don't even have the strength to return the gesture anymore.
Days pass this way him leaving food, Hana waving from a distance, you pretending not to see. It's as if you're watching your own life from behind a glass wall safe, detached, and unbearably lonely.
But even in your efforts to keep him away, Jungkook's presence lingers in the faint smell of his cooking that drifts through the corridor, in Hana's laughter echoing through the walls, and in the quiet ache that grows heavier every time you turn away and yet, you tell yourself again and again, This is for the best. Because no matter how much your heart betrays you, some lines were never meant to be crossed.
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The evening air is thick with the scent of rain-soaked pavement as you climb the stairs to your apartment, exhaustion weighing on every step. Your bag digs into your shoulder, and your fingers are stiff from hours spent typing and sorting files at your part-time job. You just want to collapse maybe take a long shower, maybe forget the world for a while.
As you reach your floor, a familiar voice calls out, warm and crackling with age. "Y/N, dear! You're back late again."
You turn to see Mrs. Kim, your elderly neighbor who lives two doors down. Her grey hair is tied neatly in a bun, and she's holding a small basket of fruits. She smiles, the corners of her eyes crinkling.
"Working yourself too hard again, aren't you?" she says, her voice gentle, motherly. Before you can respond, she presses the basket into your hands. "Here, take these. Fresh apples and pears. You need to eat properly, child. You look tired."
You try to smile, your throat tightening at the unexpected kindness. "Thank you, Mrs. Kim... I'll make sure to eat them."
"Good girl." She pats your arm, her eyes soft with concern. "You remind me of my granddaughter. Always running around, trying to do everything alone. Don't forget to rest, hmm?" You nod, smiling faintly as she waves and shuffles away down the hall. For a brief moment, the air feels lighter until you turn toward your apartment door and see someone walking down the hallway.
Jungkook.
He's carrying a small paper bag in one hand, hair slightly tousled as if he just returned from an evening out. His steps are slow, relaxed but the moment his eyes meet yours, you feel the world stop for a heartbeat.
"Hey," he says softly, a small smile curving his lips. "It's been a while since I've seen you."
Your grip tightens on the basket. "Oh... yeah," you murmur, trying to sound casual, even as your pulse hammers in your ears.
He stops in front of you, close enough that you can smell the faint trace of his cologne warm, subtle, painfully familiar. "How have you been?" he asks, his tone carrying that same easy kindness that used to make you feel safe... and now only makes it harder to breathe.
"I've been... fine," you manage, eyes fixed on the floor.
He chuckles softly. "Hana's been asking about you, you know. She says you don't play with her anymore. She even tried to draw you a picture last week but said she didn't know when she'd get to give it to you."
The guilt slices through you cleanly. You force a small smile, but it doesn't reach your eyes. "I'm sorry. I've just been... busy. With work and university. I didn't mean to ignore her."
Jungkook studies your face for a moment, his expression unreadable something quiet, almost wistful, flickering in his gaze. Then he nods slowly, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
"I get it," he says softly. "You're working hard. Just... don't forget to take care of yourself, okay?"
Before you can react, he lifts his hand gently, almost hesitantly and pats your head. The gesture is simple, but it makes your heart skip painfully. His touch lingers for just a second before he pulls back, stepping past you toward his door.
"Good night, Y/N," he says over his shoulder, voice calm and low.
You watch him go, the hallway lights casting a soft glow on his back as he disappears into his apartment. You're left standing there, clutching the fruit basket like it's the only thing holding you together. Your chest feels heavy, your throat tight. You tell yourself it's just exhaustion that's all. But deep down, you know the truth.
No matter how far you try to run, Jungkook's voice, his kindness, and that quiet warmth in his eyes keep finding their way back to you.
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The next morning arrives slow and quiet, the kind of weekend morning where sunlight filters lazily through the curtains, turning the air golden. For once, you don't have to rush anywhere. No lectures. No part-time job. No excuses. You're in the middle of washing the breakfast dishes when a soft knock echoes at your door.
"Unnie?"
That small, hopeful voice makes your chest tighten instantly. You wipe your hands on a towel and open the door to find Hana standing there her hair slightly messy, clutching a sketchbook in her arms. Her round eyes shine up at you, full of hesitation and hope.
"Can I come in?" she asks quietly, her lower lip jutting out in the faintest pout.
You hesitate only for a heartbeat before sighing softly and stepping aside. "Of course, Hana. Come in."
Her whole face lights up as she skips into your apartment, her laughter instantly filling the space that had felt so still these past few weeks. You find yourself smiling genuinely, maybe for the first time in a while. She spreads her sketchbook across your coffee table and shows you her latest drawings colorful scribbles of her family, her school, and even you.
"This one's you, unnie!" she says proudly, pointing to a figure with long hair and a pink dress.
You laugh softly. "It's beautiful, Hana. You're really good at this."
"Daddy said the same thing!" she giggles, eyes sparkling. "He said you used to help me color better than him, though."
The mention of Jungkook's name makes your stomach twist, but you try to push it away. The next few hours pass easily Hana drawing, you helping her cut paper stars and butterflies, the apartment filled with the sound of crayons scratching and little bursts of laughter. You'd almost forgotten how comforting it felt to have her around how warm and light everything seemed when she was near.
Time slips away unnoticed until the clock strikes four. You're helping Hana tie her shoelaces when there's a firm knock at your door. You freeze for a second. That knock steady, familiar sends your pulse racing before you even turn the handle.
When you open the door, Jungkook is standing there. He's dressed casually loose black hoodie, hair slightly messy but the sight of him still steals the air from your lungs.
"There you are," he says, relief softening his voice as his eyes find Hana behind you. "I was starting to think you'd run away or something, kiddo."
Hana giggles, darting past you to cling to his leg. "Daddy! I was playing with Y/N unnie! We made stars!"
Jungkook smiles, crouching down to smooth her hair. "Ah, so that's where you were hiding. You should've told me, sweetheart. I didn't want to bother Y/N."
You shake your head quickly, forcing a polite smile. "She wasn't bothering me. I... actually had fun."
His gaze shifts to you then calm, steady, but there's something else beneath it. Something that makes your heart stumble. "It's nice to see you both laughing again," he says quietly. "Feels like it's been forever."
You look away, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Yeah... I guess it has."
He studies you for a moment longer eyes soft but unreadable before he nods. "Thank you for spending time with her. I know you've been busy."
"It's nothing," you murmur. "She's... she's a sweet kid."
"I know," he says with a faint smile, resting a hand on Hana's shoulder. "Anyway, I'll get her out of your hair. You probably want to rest."
You shake your head again. "It's fine." As he turns to leave, Hana waves at you cheerfully. "Bye, unnie! I'll come again tomorrow!"
You smile faintly, waving back. "Okay. I'll be here."
Just before Jungkook turns the corner, he glances back once more his expression softer than you've seen in a long time. "You should smile like that more often, Y/N," he says quietly. "It suits you."
And before you can think of anything to say, he's gone walking down the hall with Hana's tiny hand tucked into his. You close the door slowly, your heart fluttering in that same, dangerous rhythm you swore you'd forgotten. The apartment feels too quiet again, the laughter fading into the walls.
You rest your back against the door, staring at the ceiling as your fingers brush the small paper star Hana left on your table. It's simple uneven edges, a little wrinkled but somehow, it feels like it carries everything you're trying so hard not to feel and as the sunlight fades from your window, you can't help but wonder if staying away from them was ever truly possible.
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The following weekend feels quieter than usual. Hana insists you join her and Jungkook for a small picnic in front of their apartment building. You hesitate at first, but her pleading eyes and infectious grin make it impossible to refuse. So now you're sitting on a soft blanket under the fading afternoon sun. Hana's tiny hands are sticky with juice as she munches on cut fruit, while Jungkook sits across from you, sleeves rolled up, laughing softly at his daughter's endless stories.
It feels normal. Warm. Easy in a way you hadn't felt in a long time.
"So," Jungkook says, leaning back on his palms. "How's university going? Still keeping yourself too busy to rest?"
You smile, rolling your eyes. "Someone has to work hard. Not all of us get to nap in the afternoon like Hana's dad."
He gasps dramatically, pretending to be offended. "Hey, I don't nap- I just rest my eyes."
You laugh, the sound surprising you. You hadn't realized how much you'd missed this the banter, the comfort, the way he always made everything feel lighter.
The afternoon drifts on with easy conversation and Hana's chatter filling the pauses. She eventually dozes off between you two, her small head resting on your lap, one hand still clutching a half-eaten piece of bread.
You gently brush her hair from her face, smiling softly. "She's out cold."
Jungkook leans closer to check on her, his shoulder brushing yours. The contact sends a spark up your arm subtle, yet impossible to ignore. You glance at him, intending to move away, but he looks up at the same moment. For a second, your eyes meet. The world seems to blur around that single moment the soft wind, the sun dipping low, his gaze too close, too gentle.
You realize, too late, that you've leaned in slightly. That your breath has hitched. That Hana's head is the only thing keeping you from moving closer and then a sharp voice cuts through the still air.
"Jungkook."
You both flinch.
Standing a few steps away is Min-seo, Jungkook's wife. Her expression is composed, but her eyes are cold, distant. She takes in the scene before her Hana asleep, your hand still hovering near her hair, Jungkook leaning too close.
It looks wrong.
You open your mouth to explain, but no words come out. Jungkook quickly sits up straighter, guilt flashing across his face as he murmurs, "Min-seo, it's not what it looks like-"
"I see," she interrupts quietly, her voice clipped, polite in that dangerous way only anger can be. "You seem... comfortable."
The silence that follows is unbearable. Hana stirs in her sleep, and you slowly lift her head from your lap, gently setting her on the blanket. Your hands tremble slightly.
"I should go," you whisper, avoiding both their eyes. "It's getting late."
"Y/N-" Jungkook starts, but you're already standing, brushing invisible dust off your clothes, forcing a shaky smile that doesn't reach your eyes.
"It's fine," you say softly. "Good night, Jungkook. Bye, Min-seo." You turn and walk away quickly, the sound of your own heartbeat drowning out everything else.
Behind you, you hear Min-seo's voice again low, calm, but edged with something sharp. "She seems very close to you."
And that's the last thing you hear before you disappear into the building, the evening air pressing heavy against your chest. When you close your apartment door, your reflection in the dark glass looks like someone else, someone caught between guilt and longing, both too afraid and too late to understand what's happening.
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That evening, the quiet of your apartment feels heavier than usual. Through the thin wall you can hear muffled voices not clear, but sharp enough that you know it's coming from Jungkook's home. Min-seo's tone is controlled at first, then rising, her words edged with something brittle.
"I come home early one day and see you sitting there, laughing with her like you don't have a family waiting inside!"
Jungkook's reply is lower, rough around the edges. "It wasn't like that, Min-seo. She was just spending time with Hana. You're twisting it."
"Am I?" she snaps back. "You never used to talk about her, and now Hana can't stop mentioning her name! You don't even notice how it looks, do you?"
The sound of something a chair, maybe scrapes against the floor. Then silence. You stand frozen near your window, heart hammering, feeling like an intruder in something you never meant to be part of. You tell yourself to turn away, to stop listening, but you can't. Every word feels like it's pressing directly against your chest.
"Min-seo," Jungkook says after a long pause, his voice softer. "You're being unfair. Y/N's a good person. She's been helping Hana because she cares, not because of me."
"Maybe," Min-seo answers, her voice trembling now. "But it's you who doesn't see the line anymore."
The door slams. The sound makes you flinch. Then, quiet again. A few minutes later, you hear light footsteps down the hall. You know before he knocks.
You open the door just as Jungkook raises his hand to do the same. He looks tired dark circles under his eyes, expression drawn tight. "Sorry," he says quickly, voice low. "I didn't mean to bother you. I just wanted to make sure... this doesn't make things awkward."
You shake your head, though your pulse won't settle. "It's fine. I didn't mean to cause trouble. I should've been more careful-"
He cuts you off gently. "You didn't do anything wrong, Y/N." His eyes hold yours steady, but weary. "Min-seo just... she worries. I'll handle it."
You nod, but inside, something uneasy stirs. You want to believe him, want to pretend that the argument didn't happen, that the look Min-seo gave you wasn't full of quiet accusation.
After he leaves, you linger by the door for a long time. Your reflection in the glass looks pale, restless. You tell yourself to stop thinking about him about his tired eyes, his voice, the way he defended you but the thought of him keeps circling back like a tide that won't pull away.
Your friends would call it a crush. You know better. It isn't love, not exactly. It's something quieter, sadder the way loneliness finds a home in the wrong places. You lie awake long after midnight, hearing the faint sound of a door closing somewhere down the hall, and wonder if Jungkook is awake too wondering about you.
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You've been overthinking again.
About him. About that day. About the fight you were never meant to hear.
No matter how hard you try, Jungkook keeps slipping into your thoughts uninvited, unavoidable. He lingers in the small moments of your day: the quiet hum of the elevator, the sound of footsteps in the hallway, the faint laughter of Hana somewhere below. Every reminder pulls at a thread you're desperate to cut.
You've told yourself again and again that it means nothing that what you feel is just confusion, attachment, guilt tangled up into something that only feels like more. But the lie is beginning to unravel. You see him everywhere. When you leave for university, when you return from work, he's there sometimes at the stairs, sometimes in the corridor, sometimes stepping out of the elevator just as you walk in.
He doesn't speak much now. Just a brief glance, a small nod, and that faint, polite smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. Then he's gone again walking past you like a stranger who happens to share the same building and that hurts more than you expected.
Because you remember a different Jungkook, the one who used to laugh with you over the smallest things, who'd tease you gently for working too hard, who always looked soft despite the tattoos that lined his arms. That warmth, that easy comfort, has vanished, leaving behind a quiet that feels too cold to bear.
You try to convince yourself it's for the best. That distance is safer. Cleaner. Easier. But every time you catch that flicker of hesitation in his eyes the almost-smile that fades before it begins your chest tightens with something sharp and unspoken.
Then there's Hana. She doesn't come by anymore. No soft knocks on your door. No drawings slipped under it. When you pass her on the stairs, she looks away. Her little hand tightens around her mother's as if afraid to even wave.
And Min-seo, she doesn't need to say a word. The coldness in her gaze is enough. Her once-courteous nods have turned into silence, and the air between you feels heavier every time your paths cross.
You tell yourself you understand. That she's protecting what's hers, that you were the one who blurred the lines first, even if unintentionally.
But understanding doesn't make it hurt any less. You bury yourself in work and studies, pretending not to notice the ache that follows you home. You read, you write, you scroll through your phone trying to distract yourself, but the moment your mind quiets, his voice echoes again.
The memory of him calling your name. The way he'd said, "You didn't do anything wrong, Y/N." You close your eyes and wish you could believe that. Because lately, even when you tell yourself to forget him, your heart refuses to listen.
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Jimin had been watching you carefully for days now. The sighs. The way your gaze would drift to nowhere in particular. The way your fingers fidgeted against your notebook at work, or how you'd forget what someone had just said to you.
He'd catch you staring blankly at the wall some afternoons, shoulders slumped, lips pressed together like you were holding back something you didn't dare say aloud.
Every time he asked, "What's wrong?" you'd force a smile and murmur, "Nothing." But he wasn't fooled.
Jimin let himself into your apartment, two six-packs of beer swinging from his hand. "I'm here to save you from yourself," he announced, dropping the bag onto your kitchen counter. "You've been operating at about 30% efficiency for a week, and I'm pretty sure you tried to staple your own hand to a memo this morning. You need a break. I brought beer and company."
You mentally rolled your eyes but couldn't help the small, genuine smile that tugged at your lips. He was right. You needed this. "Fine, Park Jimin," you sighed, grabbing two glasses. "Don't say I didn't warn you if I get maudlin."
A few hours and several beers later, the atmosphere in your living room was warm, hazy, and thick with unspoken feelings. You were definitely drunk, the room swaying just slightly, and the usual tight knot in your chest had loosened into a dull ache. Jimin, while clearly tipsy, was attentive and focused entirely on you.
"Seriously, though, Y/N," he murmured, his voice soft, resting his chin on his knees as he watched you. "What's going on? You keep looking like you've lost your best friend. Talk to me."
You shook your head, staring into your glass. You'd spent so long pretending it was nothing, you didn't know how to start. The silence stretched until a sob escaped you, wet and unexpected. Tears suddenly spilled over, hot and immediate.
Jimin was instantly beside you, gathering you into a warm, strong embrace. You clung to him, burying your face in his shirt. You didn't talk, you just cried, letting the deep, soul-shattering sadness wash over you.
When your tears finally subsided, you pulled back just enough to look at him, your vision blurry. "I can't do this anymore, Jiminie," you choked out, your voice a fragile whisper. You squeezed your eyes shut, leaning your forehead against his chest again. "I just... I want to forget him."
The statement hung in the air, heavy and loaded. Jimin's arms tightened around you. He didn't know who "him" was, but he didn't need to. He just knew someone had hurt you, someone you clearly loved, and that thought ignited a protective, burning anger in his chest.
"Hey," he said, gently tipping your chin up so you had to meet his gaze. His eyes were sincere and slightly clouded with drink, but utterly earnest. "Whoever he is, he doesn't deserve you. Look at you. You're kind, you're smart, you make everyone around you better. You don't deserve this kind of pain."
He brushed a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb, and the touch sent a curious warmth through you that had nothing to do with the alcohol. It was the physical proof of his care, of the feelings he'd been holding onto for you for months.
"You said you want to forget him?" he asked, his voice low, his face inches from yours. You nodded mutely, still aching.
"Then let me help you," he whispered, a daring, desperate light flickering in his eyes. "Let me give you something else to think about. I can make you forget him, just for tonight. I can give you a moment where you only think about me."
The vulnerability and yearning in his expression was impossible to ignore. You knew what he was offering a distraction, a way out of your own head, and a path into something you knew was always simmering between you two. In your drunk, broken state, you didn't have the strength to resist him, or the wisdom to deny yourself this small, fleeting comfort.
"Jimin..." you breathed out, the name a sigh of acceptance.
He didn't wait. He closed the remaining distance, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was both tentative and consuming. It was clumsy and soft from the beer, but held a rush of built-up tension and genuine affection. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close against him, and for the first time all night, the image of the person who broke your heart finally started to fade at the edges.
He gently shifted, guiding you both off the sofa and toward the hallway, a trail of discarded clothes and promises left behind in the dim living room. There was only Jimin, and the sweet, comforting reality of his arms around you, keeping the darkness at bay.
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When sunlight slipped softly through the curtains, Jimin was already awake. You were still asleep beside him, face relaxed and peaceful for the first time in days. The faint rise and fall of your chest made him smile. He didn't want to wake you, not when you finally looked at peace after weeks of exhaustion and hidden tears.
Quietly, he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his touch lingering just a second longer than he meant it to. "Sleep well," he whispered, a small smile tugging at his lips.
He slid out of bed carefully, making sure not to disturb you, and padded toward the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, he scanned the shelves, nearly empty. A carton of milk, half a lemon, and a few packets of instant noodles. He sighed softly and chuckled to himself.
"Of course. Nothing to work with," he murmured.
After a quick thought, he grabbed his keys and quietly stepped out of the apartment, locking the door behind him. The hallway was calm and still, morning light streaming through the narrow windows. He decided to grab a few things from the nearby store maybe some eggs, bread, and coffee. Something simple, something warm.
When he returned a few minutes later, paper bags in hand, he noticed a man walking just a few steps ahead of him tall, broad shoulders, sleeves pushed up to reveal tattoos winding across his arms. He was carrying a small basket of milk and breakfast items, probably for his family.
Jimin smiled faintly to himself. Family man, he thought. Must be nice. But as he approached his door, your door he realized something that made him pause. The man wasn't walking past. He was standing right there, next to your apartment. Unlocking the one just beside it.
Jimin slowed, glancing briefly at him.
The man, Jungkook looked up at that exact moment. Their eyes met. For a second, neither said a word. Jungkook's expression was unreadable, calm but sharp, his gaze flicking briefly toward Jimin's neck where a faint mark, barely visible but unmistakable, showed beneath the collar of his shirt.
Recognition flashed in Jungkook's eyes. Then a pause. Then something else.
"You..." Jungkook began, his tone steady but low. "You must be Y/N's boyfriend, right?" Jimin froze for half a heartbeat, caught off guard.
Then he laughed softly, scratching the back of his neck, cheeks tinting pink. "Uh- yeah," he said after a second. "Yeah, I am."
It wasn't true, not yet. But saying it out loud made his heart race in a way that surprised even him. Maybe it was wishful thinking. Maybe it was hope. Jungkook just nodded once, expression unreadable. "Nice to meet you," he said curtly before turning and disappearing into his apartment.
The air felt strange for a moment heavy, uncertain. Jimin stood there, watching the door close behind him, a small crease forming between his brows. "Weird," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head as he turned back toward your door. He unlocked it quietly, stepping inside with the groceries. The faint sound of your breathing filled the still apartment, and his expression softened again.
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Inside his apartment, the familiar hum of the morning filled the air, the faint sound of the coffee machine, Hana's soft humming as she drew on the floor, and Min-seo flipping through a magazine at the dining table. But Jungkook barely heard any of it. He closed the door behind him, resting his hand on the doorknob a moment longer than needed. His heartbeat was loud, too loud echoing in his chest like it didn't belong to him.
Y/N's boyfriend.
The words kept circling in his mind, sharp and heavy, as if they carried more weight than they should have. He didn't know why he asked. He didn't even know why it mattered. He set the groceries down on the kitchen counter, trying to steady his breathing. "I got the milk and bread," he said, forcing his voice to sound normal.
Min-seo barely looked up. "Hmm," she hummed nonchalantly, flipping a page. "Leave it there."
Hana looked up instead, smiling. "Daddy, can I make toast?"
Jungkook turned to her and smiled or tried to. "Yeah, sure, kiddo. Just be careful, okay?" But his mind wasn't there.
It was next door. He could still picture it, Jimin standing in front of your door, groceries in hand, that faint smile on his lips. The way he said "yeah, I am" so casually, so sure. It shouldn't have bothered him. You were free to do whatever you wanted. He knew that.
But something about it, about the thought of someone else being there with you, someone else making you breakfast, someone else seeing that soft side of you that he used to see, made his stomach twist painfully. He poured himself a cup of coffee, staring blankly into the dark liquid as Min-seo's voice cut through the silence.
"You're quiet," she said flatly. "Something wrong?"
Jungkook looked up. "No. Just... tired." Her eyes lingered on him for a second longer than usual. "You've been saying that a lot lately."
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The sunlight was a glaring, unwelcome intrusion. You groaned, your head registering a dull, pulsing throb that confirmed the success of last night's mission to get thoroughly drunk. The first thing you noticed was the pleasant, unfamiliar scent of roasted coffee and cooking butter. The second thing you noticed was the distinct lack of a warm, heavy body beside you.
You opened your eyes. You were tangled in your blankets, wearing what you vaguely recognized as one of Jimin's soft, oversized t-shirts. The memories of the previous night the tears, the whispered confession about wanting to forget someone, and the blurring, intimate tenderness with Jimin, rushed back in a mortifying wave.
You slowly sat up, trying to gather your dignity. You needed to face him, but the shame was a palpable, heavy weight. You looked around, found your clothes balled up near the end of the bed, and quickly dressed in something more appropriate than a borrowed shirt.
You took a deep breath and walked into the kitchen. Jimin was standing at the stove, looking unfairly put-together despite the circumstances. He was wearing the same jeans as last night, but had found your apron and was humming softly, expertly flipping pancakes.
He glanced over his shoulder, and his face broke into a genuine, bright smile. "Morning, sleepyhead," he said, his voice easy and warm, utterly devoid of awkwardness or judgment. "Just in time. Everything smells better after coffee."
You leaned against the doorframe, still feeling heat creep up your neck. "Jimin, about last night-" you started, your voice barely a whisper.
He turned off the heat and walked over to you, gently taking your hand. "Shhh," he said softly, giving your knuckles a reassuring squeeze. He looked you straight in the eye, his expression sincere. "Don't apologize. Not even a little bit."
He let go of your hand and gestured toward the counter. "Look. There's a lot going on in your head right now, I know that. But here's what you need to focus on: I'm making pancakes, and they are excellent. We're going to eat, we're going to hydrate, and we're going to figure out your coffee order."
He nudged you toward the table, which he had already set for two. "Nothing happened that you have to be ashamed of," he murmured, his voice dropping slightly. "It was... good. And I wanted it, Y/N. I really did. So, let's just be present for the pancakes, okay?" The sincerity and sheer normality of his demeanor instantly melted some of the ice around your embarrassment. He was treating this not as a shameful mistake, but as a lovely, albeit tipsy, event. --------
The door clicked softly behind Jimin as he left, his hand raised in a lazy wave. "Text me if you need anything, yeah?" he called over his shoulder, his grin light and warm.
You smiled faintly, nodding. "Yeah, I will."
For a moment, you just stood there in the hallway, watching him walk away, his figure fading into the soft morning light at the end of the corridor. The quiet that followed felt strange, too still after his laughter had filled your apartment all morning. You were about to turn back inside when you froze.
Jungkook was there.
Standing just a few feet away, his expression unreadable. He must've come out of his apartment just moments ago or maybe he had been there for a while. You couldn't tell. Your heart skipped painfully, a wave of surprise flooding through you. "J-Jungkook- I didn't see you there."
He tilted his head slightly, lips curving into a faint, almost polite smile. "It's nice seeing you," he said, his tone calm but edged with something you couldn't quite name. "Along with your boyfriend."
The word hit you like a stone.
"He-" you started, shaking your head, "he's not my-"
But Jungkook cut you off, his voice smooth, almost too casual. "But it would be nice if you both kept it down next time," he said, his gaze steady, unflinching. "These walls aren't soundproof."
For a moment, you couldn't even process what he meant. You blinked, heat rising to your cheeks. "I- I'm sorry," you managed, voice small, unsure.
He let out a short laugh not mocking, but distant, cold in a way you hadn't heard from him before. "It's fine," he said, eyes softening but not quite warm. "That's how couples are. Young and wild love. I understand. You don't need to be sorry."
You stared at him, words caught in your throat. There was a tightness in your chest you couldn't describe a strange ache that burned and stung all at once.
You wanted to tell him he was wrong. That Jimin wasn't your boyfriend. That nothing happened. That the only person who made your heart twist like this was him.
But you couldn't say any of it. You just stood there frozen, small, feeling the distance in his eyes like a wall you could never climb. He gave you one last look before turning away, his voice low. "Have a good day, Y/N." And then he was gone. You stood there long after he'd disappeared inside his apartment, the echo of his words replaying in your head. Young and wild love.
Jungkook had noticed the subtle shift before he could even name it. Min-Seo's distance.
At first, he thought it was work long hours, late nights, stress he could only imagine. But now it had become undeniable. She didn't give him the warmth she once had. She barely spoke at dinner, and when she did, her words were clipped, measured, almost indifferent.
Hana was starting to feel it too. Her bright little smile dimmed when her mother was late again, the excuses piling up into hollow routines. Dinner was eaten in silence, homework left untouched, and bedtime stories reduced to a hurried "goodnight" before Min-Seo disappeared behind her bedroom door.
Jungkook tried, as he always did.
"Min-Seo," he began one evening, the soft glow of the kitchen light illuminating the tension in his shoulders, "can we talk?"
She barely glanced up from her phone. "About what?"
"About... us," he said carefully. "Hana misses you. I miss you. You've been distant. I just want to know why."
Her eyes flicked toward him briefly sharp, guarded, and then gone. "I'm tired, Jungkook. I don't owe you explanations every time I come home late."
"Late? Drunk again?" he asked, voice low but steady. "This isn't just about work. You've barely been here, and Hana-"
"She'll survive," she interrupted, standing. Her movement was abrupt, final. "You act like everything's my fault. Maybe you should focus more on how you spend your time."
He froze, heart tightening at the bitterness in her voice. "How I spend my time?"
"Yes," she snapped, suddenly fierce, her nails gripping the edge of the counter. "Like how you spend time with her. With the neighbor. Always hanging around her, always smiling at her, always..."
"Min-Seo!" Jungkook's voice rose sharply, a mixture of frustration and disbelief. "That has nothing to do with her. You're twisting it. I love you- I love you. Y/N doesn't matter. She's a neighbor. That's all."
She laughed a sharp, hollow sound that cut through the room like glass. "Don't lie to me. Don't act like you don't enjoy her company. You've been more attentive to her than to me lately. And Hana notices it too, you know. She talks about her all the time, and you just encourage it."
Jungkook ran a hand over his face, exhaling slowly, fighting the rising anger and guilt. "I didn't encourage it. Hana asked, and I said yes because it makes her happy. Nothing more. I've never wanted... I've never looked at her that way. She's a kid, Min-Seo. You're the one I love."
Her eyes blazed now, a mixture of hurt and fury. "You think saying that makes it okay? That I should just trust you blindly? You think your excuses erase the way you act around her?"
Hana, standing quietly behind the doorway, peeked in. Her small voice trembled as she asked, "Mommy, are you and Appa fighting?"
Jungkook's heart twisted painfully. He knelt down to her, brushing her hair back gently. "No, Hana. Nothing like that, okay? Mommy's just tired, that's all."
Min-Seo didn't soften. Her jaw tightened, and she turned toward the door. "I need space. Maybe some time to think. I can't-"
"You can't what?" Jungkook demanded, standing now, voice sharp but controlled. "Ignore your family because you're angry at me? At me for being a father, a husband, for trying to keep things normal?"
She didn't answer. She just left. Jungkook closed the door behind her and sank against the wall, head in his hands. His chest felt tight, heavy with frustration, helplessness, and a creeping sense of guilt he didn't deserve.
Hana came over, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck. "Appa... she's mad at you."
"I know, kiddo," he murmured, holding her close. "I know. But I promise... I'm not going anywhere. And I'll make sure you're okay."
Yet as he rocked her gently, the echo of Min-Seo's words lingered. Always smiling at her. Always encouraging her. Jungkook couldn't shake the thought. He wanted to scream, to beg, to explain, but every word seemed useless. Min-Seo's jealousy her fear, her anger had built a wall he didn't know how to climb.
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It was late, later than usual when you heard the soft knock at your door.
You opened it and froze. Jungkook was standing there, his expression tight with worry, Hana clinging to his hand. Her small face looked up at him with a mixture of hope and confusion.
"Y/N," he said quickly, voice low but urgent. "Can you... take care of Hana for a while? I need to go look for Min-Seo."
You blinked, heart stuttering. "Huh? Wait... what do you mean?"
He ran a hand through his hair, frustration and anxiety mixing in the sharp lines of his face. "She hasn't come home. I've tried calling, and I've checked her usual places. She's... she's not answering. I need to find her, and Hana can't stay out there all night waiting."
Your chest tightened, a strange twist of jealousy tightening along with concern. 'So he's leaving his daughter with me, so he can go find his wife? ' The thought dug uncomfortably at your stomach, even as you forced yourself to nod.
"Of course," you said softly, voice almost trembling. "I'll take care of her. Don't worry."
Hana clung to your side immediately, like she already knew this was her safe place. You smiled weakly, ruffling her hair, but your mind kept racing. 'He's going to pick her up, and... and maybe they'll have a date. They'll go out, laugh, maybe... together.'
You shook your head, pushing the thought down. You couldn't think like that. But your heart betrayed you, twisting tight at the idea of him enjoying himself while you were left behind.
Jungkook crouched down, brushing a strand of hair from Hana's face. "Thank you," he said softly. His eyes flicked to yours for a brief second, but you caught a flicker of something in them worry, pure and unmasked.
And then he was gone, leaving you alone with Hana.
You tried to busy yourself reading, letting her play with her toys, offering snacks but the thought of Jungkook out there, somewhere searching for Min-Seo, kept gnawing at your mind. 'And she's probably laughing at him somewhere, and... and he's...'
You pushed the thought away again, focusing on Hana, who eventually grew tired. She yawned, her small body curling up under your blanket, eyes drooping. You let her sleep, not wanting to wake her. She couldn't stay awake all night waiting for her parents.
You watched her for a long moment, your chest tightening again not because of the worry for her, but because of the quiet apartment, empty except for you and her. You couldn't stop picturing Jungkook leaving you there like this so he could be with Min-Seo.
Is that really it? you thought, biting your lip. Or is something else going on?
The image of his worried eyes as he left flashed in your mind again so different from what you imagined. It wasn't excitement or anticipation. It was concern, pure and raw.
But that didn't stop the jealousy from creeping in. You hugged the blanket around Hana a little tighter, your thoughts twisting in a way you didn't want to admit.
'He's out there looking for her and I'm here, stuck watching his daughter sleep. I shouldn't care, but... why does it hurt like this?'
Hours passed. You heard the faint sounds of the city outside, distant traffic, occasional footsteps in the corridor. You checked the clock repeatedly, each minute stretching longer than the last.
When the door finally clicked open again, you looked up to see Jungkook standing there, relief and exhaustion etched into his face. Hana stirred slightly but didn't wake, still curled up in your arms.
His gaze immediately found yours. It wasn't the look of a man enjoying a night out with his wife. It wasn't playful, it wasn't casual. It was worry, deep and consuming, the kind that made your chest twist and ache in ways you weren't ready to admit.
You swallowed, realizing in that instant that your jealousy irrational as it felt wasn't about dates or fun. It was about him, about the way he moved through the world, the way he cared, the way he still belonged somewhere you weren't allowed to touch.
And even though Hana slept quietly in your arms, even though the night had passed in silence, your heart refused to let go.
Because Jungkook, that man you'd dreamed about, the one you shouldn't want had just reminded you, in the smallest, quietest way, that he wasn't yours.
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Jungkook sank into the couch, Hana curled up quietly on the other side of the room, still asleep. His shoulders slumped, exhaustion and worry etched into the lines of his face.
"I went everywhere," he murmured, voice low, almost broken. "I went to her workplace, her friends' places... I even checked the streets near the park. I don't know where she is, Y/N. I- I can't find her anywhere."
You watched him carefully, hiding the pulse of satisfaction that twitched behind your chest. His panic, the raw fear in his voice, made your heart thrum in ways you couldn't name.
"Maybe..." you said softly, tilting your head, pretending to hesitate. "maybe she's just... out there somewhere, doing something she wants. She's been distant lately, hasn't she?"
Jungkook's head shot up, eyes sharp and glimmering with worry. "Distant? You mean... she's been avoiding me? That's- that's nothing. Min-Seo... she loves me. She can't do this... she can't just disappear like this. She wouldn't-"
You let your voice drop to a whisper, almost conspiratorial, leaning slightly closer to him. "But she has been distant, hasn't she? Maybe... maybe she's seeing someone else."
His brow furrowed, panic threatening to override his calm. "No," he said quickly, a desperate edge creeping into his tone. "No, she wouldn't do that. Min-Seo... she loves me. She can't- she wouldn't cheat on me."
You bit your lip, tilting your head as though considering his words. Your mind raced, each thought sharper than the last, darkly pleased at the effect you were having. 'She's not the one he's supposed to care about. I am.'
Internally, you whispered to yourself, 'He can't see it. He can't see that I love him too... why can't he see me?'
You reached out slowly, your hand brushing his, hesitating just a second before grasping it firmly. His eyes flicked down at your hand, tension visible in the way his fingers twitched.
"I know the truth hurts," you said softly, your voice honeyed, almost tender. "But we- we aren't sure where she is. Or if she's... cheating on you."
You let your eyes meet his, letting the words hang there, tasting the panic and confusion that shimmered behind them.
"I just..." you continued, letting your voice soften, almost comforting. "I just hope she's fine. And comes back to you."
Jungkook's grip tightened slightly on your hand, and you felt it, the small quiver in his body, the raw emotion he couldn't mask and even as you said it, your mind twisted the scene in ways he couldn't see. You were the one here, calm, steady, "caring" while he panicked over a wife who was distant and mysterious. You were the one giving him comfort and yet, planting seeds of doubt.
His eyes searched yours for answers, but you didn't give them. Instead, you just held his hand a little longer, letting him lean on you letting him depend on you while thinking about someone else.
And deep down, you smiled quietly to yourself. Because he was yours, whether he knew it or not.
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The apartment was quiet, save for the soft rise and fall of Hana's breathing. Her small body was curled beneath the blanket, peaceful and completely unaware of the tension hanging in the air.
"You should sleep here tonight," you said softly, glancing at Jungkook. "Hana's already asleep... you'll rest better if you stay."
He hesitated, eyes flicking toward the sleeping child, his mind clearly racing. "I... okay," he said finally, his voice low. The exhaustion etched into his features was unmistakable worry, tension, and too many thoughts crowding his head.
You nodded silently, letting him make his way to the couch. He moved carefully, like he didn't want to disturb the fragile peace of the room. You watched him settle, the familiar line of his body softened in slumber, and then turned toward Hana, settling back beside her as she shifted slightly and murmured in her sleep. You let the night stretch out quietly, the soft hum of the city beyond your window filling the apartment.
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Morning arrived slowly. Light spilled into the room, warm and golden, brushing across the furniture and illuminating the quiet apartment.
You stirred first, blinking sleepily and stretching. But your attention was immediately drawn to the couch.
Jungkook was there. Curled up, body slightly twisted, his arm tucked under his head. His expression, even in sleep, was tight, almost guarded a faint frown lingering between his brows, evidence of a restless night.
Something inside you stirred a spark of something you couldn't name, excitement mixed with longing, a twist in your chest that made your heartbeat quicken. You found yourself unable to look away.
Carefully, you leaned closer, drawn to the curve of his jaw, the slight furrow of worry in his face. Your fingers lifted slowly, brushing gently against his cheek. The skin was warm, soft beneath your touch.
Then, almost instinctively, you traced a finger along the bridge of his nose.
A soft stir, a quiet murmur escaped his lips, and he shifted slightly.
Your heart jumped. Panic hit in an instant. You straightened immediately, stepping back as if the contact had been nothing, though the heat thrumming through your chest told you otherwise.
Jungkook blinked, slowly coming awake. His eyes, tired and slightly dull, met yours. There was a softness there, yes, but also exhaustion a weight you could almost see pressing down on him.
"Good morning," you said, your voice quieter than usual, catching slightly at the edge.
He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes, and murmured back, "Good morning." His voice was low, rough from sleep. But the dull look in his eyes, the tension still lingering in the set of his shoulders made your chest ache in ways you couldn't name.
You swallowed, suddenly aware of how close you were, how intimate the apartment felt in that quiet morning light. Hana remained asleep, oblivious to the tension, while you and Jungkook shared a moment that felt fragile, electric, and impossible to define.
Even as he adjusted himself on the couch, preparing to fully wake, you couldn't tear your eyes away. Something in you buzzed, a dark thrill under your ribs, as you realized just how much this him, his presence, the exhaustion he couldn't hide had already rooted itself inside you.
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Jungkook gathered Hana in his arms, her small head resting against his chest, still drowsy from her long night. She murmured softly, half-asleep, and you felt a pang of something, jealousy, perhaps, and longing, curling tight in your chest.
"Are you taking her back?" you asked softly, your voice barely hiding the tremor in it.
He paused at the door, adjusting Hana so she wouldn't wake. "Yeah... she needs her routine," he murmured, rubbing her back gently.
Your fingers twitched, itching to reach out, to offer, to keep him here. "I can make breakfast... for both of you. You could stay. You wouldn't be bothering me."
He shook his head quickly, a faint, apologetic smile tugging at his lips. "I can't... You've already done so much. I don't want to bother you. Hana and I will go."
Your chest constricted. But then a spark of something dark, thrilling, and dangerous flickered in your mind. 'This is it. This is my chance. My sign. This time, I won't back off.'
You watched him walk out, holding Hana close. Your fingers curled slightly around the edge of the doorframe, as if you were physically holding onto him, your thoughts spinning. 'He's mine... if I want him, he'll stay. He has no idea how much I want him.'
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As Jungkook stepped into the corridor, his steps slowed. And there she was. Min-Seo, standing at her door, arms crossed, eyes sharp and cold as she looked at him. The sight of her made the muscles in his jaw tighten.
"Where... where have you been?" he asked, concern heavy in his voice. "I've been worried."
Her lips curved in a harsh, dismissive smirk. "That's none of your business," she snapped. "And what exactly were you doing in her home?"
His chest tightened, hesitation flickering across his face. "Hana... she was asleep there, and-"
He stopped. How could he possibly explain the truth? That he had slept there, in your apartment, because you had insisted and Hana had needed him? That he had spent the night so close to you? His throat tightened; words failed him. He just shook his head slowly, eyes apologetic.
Min-Seo's gaze sharpened further, and she shook her head in frustration. "You spent the night with her, seeing I wasn't there. Not just you... but Hana along with you."
His shoulders stiffened. "It's not what you think," he said quietly, but firm. "I... Hana was asleep, and I didn't want her to wake up alone. That's all."
She took a step toward him, eyes narrowing. "Don't lie to me, Jungkook. I can see it. You stayed there, and you-" Her voice faltered just slightly, but her tone remained sharp. "You didn't think about me at all, did you?"
He opened his mouth to argue, to explain, but she turned sharply and walked inside, slamming the door behind her. The echo bounced down the hallway like a judge's gavel.
Jungkook stood frozen, Hana still in his arms, the weight of her accusation and her anger pressing on his chest. His heart was twisting, tangled between worry, frustration, and the unspoken truth he couldn't tell that his actions had been innocent, necessary even, yet they had only fed Min-Seo's suspicions.
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The apartment felt smaller somehow, as if the walls themselves were closing in on the two of them.
Jungkook's hands were clenched at his sides, jaw tight. "Where were you, Min-seo? You didn't answer your phone, you didn't come home... Hana and I were worried sick!" His voice trembled slightly, a mix of anger and fear.
Min-Seo's eyes were cold, distant, like daggers slicing through the air. She didn't answer immediately, and the silence between them stretched, sharp and suffocating.
"I asked you a question!" Jungkook's voice rose, cracking with frustration. "Where were you?"
Her lips pressed into a thin line. "Why do you even care?" she shot back, her tone cutting, venomous. "It's not like it's any of your business."
He took a step closer, the desperation in his movements obvious. "It is my business! You're my wife! Hana's mother! Don't you see how worried I've been? How she's been waiting for you?"
Min-Seo shook her head sharply, her hair falling into her face as she turned away slightly, refusing to meet his eyes. "You're so pathetic sometimes," she spat. "Always so... obsessed. Always hovering over her, over Y/N. Maybe if you paid attention to me for once, I wouldn't have to go anywhere!"
The words hit him like a punch to the gut. His chest tightened painfully, and for a moment he could barely breathe. "That has nothing to do with Y/N! Stop blaming her for us! I love you. I love you, Min-Seo!"
Her laugh was bitter, hollow. "Love? You call that love? You spend more time worrying about Y/N and playing house with her than you do with your own family. Maybe I don't even matter to you anymore."
The sharpness of her accusation stung, a wound deeper than anything physical. Jungkook opened his mouth to argue, but she wouldn't let him speak. Her eyes flashed, her arms crossed like a wall he couldn't penetrate.
"You don't understand anything," he said finally, voice low, controlled but breaking at the edges. "I'm not... I'm not ignoring you. I didn't go to her home because I wanted to... I went because Hana was asleep, and she needed me. Nothing else."
Min-Seo shook her head, cutting him off again. "Don't lie to me, Jungkook. Don't pretend you're just doing this for Hana. You like being there. You like her. And I... I can see it. I see everything!"
Her words, sharp and accusing, reverberated through the apartment. Hana, curled up on the couch with a small blanket over her shoulders, stirred and let out a soft whimper. Her small face crumpled, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. "Appa... Mommy... stop," she whimpered, voice trembling.
Jungkook's heart twisted violently. He moved toward her immediately, lowering himself to her level. "Hana, hey, it's okay, okay? I'm right here, sweetheart." He pulled her into his chest, feeling her little arms wrap around him tightly.
Min-Seo didn't relent. "You think you're a good father? You're pathetic! You can't even manage your family!"
Hana cried harder, small sobs shaking her body. "Stop! Please!" she wailed.
Jungkook felt something inside him break, a mixture of helplessness, rage, and desperation. "Min-Seo!" he shouted, voice cracking. "Do not yell at her! Stop! Hana doesn't deserve this!"
For a moment, the room was heavy with silence. Hana crying softly against Jungkook's chest, her tiny hands clutching his shirt, Min-Seo glaring at him with sharp, angry eyes, and him staring back, chest heaving, voice broken.
"I... I just wanted to know you were safe," he said quietly, almost pleading, looking at her with a mix of desperation and pain. "That's all. Is that so wrong?"
Min-Seo didn't answer. She turned abruptly and stalked toward her bedroom, slamming the door behind her. The sharp sound echoed through the apartment, leaving an oppressive weight in the air.
Hana sniffled against Jungkook's shoulder, tears dampening his shirt. "Appa... why are you both fighting?" she asked softly, voice small and frightened.
He hugged her tighter, pressing a kiss to her hair. "I don't know, Hana... I don't know," he whispered, heart heavy, knowing that the fight wasn't over and that the tension between them had only just begun.
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Jungkook had been trying.
Every evening, every quiet moment, he tried to bridge the distance that had grown between him and Min-Seo. He approached her softly, carefully, with gentle words, small gestures, a cup of tea waiting for her on the counter, a quiet touch on her shoulder, attempts at conversation during dinner.
But she ignored him completely.
She buried herself in her phone, scrolling endlessly, her eyes glazed and distant. Even when he tried to catch her gaze, she would look past him, or away, as though he didn't exist. The few times she came home late, she smelled different heavy, strong cologne that was not his. Not the faint lingering scent he loved on her before, the one that clung subtly to her hair or wrists. This was sharp, almost artificial, and it pricked at him like an alarm.
At first, he tried to push it away. It can't be happening, he thought, shaking his head as he remembered the words you had planted in his mind weeks ago 'Maybe she's seeing someone else... maybe she's cheating on you.' He dismissed it, because Min-seo had been his wife for years, and he loved her. He couldn't imagine it.
But the doubt lingered, gnawing at him like a slow, insistent itch.
And then he noticed the faint marks.
A shallow bruise near her wrist, tiny scratches along her collarbone, delicate yet unmistakable. He tried to rationalize maybe she'd hit herself, maybe it was nothing but the combination of the smell, the distance, and the marks made his chest tighten painfully.
He found her in the bedroom one evening, phone in hand, eyes half-closed from exhaustion or perhaps indifference. His voice was careful, but carried a sharp edge of fear he tried to suppress.
"What have you been doing lately, Min-Seo?" His fingers twitched at his sides, tension coiling in his shoulders. "Is there... someone else?"
She glanced up, a slow, deliberate smile curling her lips. Her eyes sparkled with amusement, cold and unreadable.
"You don't need to know," she said lightly, chuckling, as though his panic was something entertaining.
The sound of her laughter cut through him like a knife. He could feel it in his chest, in the tightening of his stomach, in the ache behind his ribs. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, a desperate mix of frustration, fear, and disbelief bubbling to the surface.
"I... I don't understand," he said quietly, voice breaking. "I've tried... I've tried to be here for you. I've tried to make things better."
She leaned back, shrugging lazily, her smirk never fading. "Maybe you just aren't enough for me right now," she said, voice dripping with sarcasm and teasing cruelty.
Jungkook's chest constricted painfully, a low ache spreading through him. He swallowed hard, trying to maintain control, trying to hold onto the love he still felt but now, doubt had slithered in, seeded by the faint whisper of your words and Min-Seo's actions.
And he couldn't shake it. He had always trusted her.
But now... what if she's not who I thought she was?
He clenched his jaw, eyes flicking to the faint marks on her skin again, his mind spinning and somewhere in the back of his mind, he couldn't stop hearing your voice soft, coaxing, insidious. Maybe she's seeing someone... maybe she's cheating on you...
The thought made his chest ache, his hands shake slightly, and for the first time in a long while, Jungkook felt truly lost.
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You spotted him near the stairs, the faint morning light catching on the edge of his jacket as he paused mid-step, waiting for the elevator. Your heart thumped faster than it should, each beat echoing in your chest.
"Jungkook," you said softly, stepping closer, forcing a sympathetic smile onto your face. "I... I need to tell you something. Can we talk... privately?"
His brow furrowed, curiosity and caution flickering across his face. "What is it, Y/N?"
You swallowed, your voice lowering, heavy with a carefully crafted sense of concern. "It's about Min-seo."
His hand paused on the railing, his posture stiffening. "What about her?" His voice was calm, but you could see the tension coiling in his jaw, the slight narrowing of his eyes.
You stepped closer, tilting your head slightly, eyes soft and apologetic. "I... I didn't want to tell you. I really didn't. But... I couldn't hide it from you anymore. I... I saw her."
He frowned, a quiet unease creeping over him. "Saw her... where?"
You hesitated, letting the words sink before you let them out, each one measured to twist the knife just right. "When you were out for work... I saw Min-seo with a man. At first, I thought it was normal maybe just a friend, maybe someone she met. But... then I saw them kiss."
His expression faltered, the faintest shadow of something heavy crossing his face. He had feared it, in some quiet corner of his mind, but hearing it spoken aloud still hurt.
"She... she was at a café too," you continued softly, letting your words drip like honey, both cruel and tender. "I saw her there, with him, when I was out with my friends. I didn't want to say anything... I really didn't. But... I couldn't keep it from you. You deserve to know."
Jungkook closed his eyes briefly, pinching the bridge of his nose, a sharp exhale escaping him. Pain, betrayal, frustration all rolled into a tight knot in his chest. Yet somewhere, deep down, he had seen this coming. Somehow, even before you spoke, he had known, had felt the shift, the distance, the unspoken secrets.
He opened his eyes again, voice low, steady despite the weight pressing down on him. "It's not your fault, Y/N. You didn't do anything wrong. This... this isn't on you."
You watched him carefully, heart racing, satisfaction flickering quietly under the surface. Even as he tried to mask it, you could see it the hurt, the confusion, the sudden uncertainty. It made your chest tighten with an excitement you tried to hide.
He ran a hand through his hair, gaze flicking away, then back to you. There was silence for a moment, thick and heavy, filled with unsaid words and the tension of a secret now unveiled.
You forced a small, almost innocent smile. "I... just wanted you to know. You deserve the truth, Jungkook." -------
You were at work, your focus flickering between the numbers on your screen and the storm that had been brewing quietly inside your chest since that morning with Jungkook. His face, his voice, the way he’d looked when you told him about Min-seo, all of it clung to your thoughts like a shadow you couldn’t escape.
You were supposed to be typing, but instead, you caught yourself staring at nothing, lost in the replay of his expression that heartbreak, that disbelief, that faint tremor in his voice. You had caused it, yet it made you feel closer to him somehow.
You didn’t even notice Jimin watching you from across the desk.
He’d been noticing you a lot lately the way you’d sigh softly between tasks, the way your fingers lingered over your phone screen as if waiting for a message that never came. There was a quiet sadness about you, one he couldn’t ignore.
By the time everyone else had packed up for the day, the office was bathed in the soft glow of evening light, and only the hum of the air conditioner filled the silence. Jimin lingered by your desk, pretending to scroll through his phone before finally clearing his throat.
“Y/N,” he said softly.
You turned, blinking out of your daze. “Hm?”
He looked nervous hands buried in his pockets, eyes darting briefly to the floor before meeting yours. “Can we… talk for a second?” You nodded, unsure where this was going.
He took a breath. “I’ve been meaning to say this for a while now. I just… I didn’t want to make things awkward between us.” His voice trembled slightly but held steady. “I like you.” You froze.
He gave a small, hesitant smile, stepping a little closer. “At first, I thought it was just concern, you know? You’ve been distant, lost… and I hated seeing you like that. But lately, I realized it’s more than that. I care about you. A lot.”
The words hung between you, warm and gentle words that might have made your heart flutter at another time. But now, they only left a strange ache in your chest. You wanted to respond, to say something kind, but Jungkook’s face flashed in your mind again his tired eyes, his broken voice. And suddenly, you couldn’t breathe right.
“Jimin…” you began softly, eyes lowering to your hands. “You’re… you’re really sweet. You’ve always been there for me. But I can’t.”
He blinked, confused. “Can’t?”
You nodded, forcing a small smile. “I just… I don’t feel that way. I’m sorry.”
You could see the flicker of hurt cross his face, quickly masked by an awkward chuckle. “Ah… I see.” He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to laugh it off, but the sound came out hollow. “It’s him, isn’t it?” Your eyes lifted, startled.
He smiled not angry, just sad. “You don’t have to say it. I can tell. Whoever he is… he’s the one you’re still thinking about.” You didn’t respond. You couldn’t.
Because he was right. As Jimin turned away, the guilt settled heavy in your chest, but beneath it was another feeling one darker, quieter, and far more dangerous. The image of Jungkook’s hurt expression replayed again, and something inside you twisted with satisfaction.
You didn’t need Jimin’s love. You already knew who you wanted and now, Jungkook’s heart was starting to crack and you were right there to catch the pieces.
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Your phone buzzed against the table, the faint vibration echoing through the quiet of your apartment. You turned it over Jungkook.
“When are you coming home?”
That one line was enough to pull a crooked smile from your lips. He’d been leaning on you more these days emotionally, quietly, almost helplessly. You liked it. You liked the way he trusted you now, how he came to you when everything else in his world was falling apart.
It had been a week since things between him and Min-seo started unraveling completely. The home that once radiated laughter soft voices, Hana’s giggles, the sound of their lives blending into warmth had turned into something else. Something raw.
Now, all you heard through the thin walls were the sharp edges of their arguments. Raised voices. Breaking glass. Hana’s soft crying that carried into the hall until she ended up here, in your apartment curled against your lap, her small hands gripping your sleeve, whispering that she didn’t want to go home.
You’d tell her stories until she fell asleep. Sometimes, she’d wake up asking for her father, and you’d soothe her back to dreams. A part of you ached for her. Another part darker, quieter whispered that this was what had to happen. That this was how things would finally start shifting in your favor.
It all came crashing down yesterday.
Min-seo had shown up at your door angry, wild, her voice echoing down the corridor. “Why is my daughter here?” she’d screamed, pointing at Hana who was sitting quietly behind you, tears streaking down her cheeks. “She’s my child, not yours! Keep her out of your twisted little games!” You had frozen, not out of guilt, but calculation waiting, knowing Jungkook would come and he did.
“Stop it, Min-seo,” he snapped, his tone like ice. “You’re ruining Hana’s peace. You’re ruining everything. She’s fine here, she’s happy here. I don’t want her caught up in your mess.”
Min-seo’s face had twisted in fury, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling. She stormed away after that, slamming the door, her perfume and rage lingering in the air like smoke. Now, it was the next evening, and Jungkook sat on your couch shoulders heavy, fingers tangled together. You watched him silently from across the room, your heart thudding with anticipation.
He exhaled, voice low, rough, defeated. “Y/N… we’re getting divorced.”
You blinked once, slowly pretending to be shocked, even though your pulse raced with quiet satisfaction. “Oh,” you whispered, crossing the room toward him. “I… I’m so sorry, Jungkook.”
He didn’t look up, just stared at the floor. “It’s for the best,” he said, more to himself than you. “It’s been breaking us… breaking Hana. I can’t keep pretending anymore.”
You sat beside him, close enough to feel the warmth radiating off his body. You placed a hand gently on his arm, your tone careful, sympathetic though inside, your mind was electric.
“You deserve better than that, Jungkook,” you said softly. “You’ve always done everything for her, for your family. And if she couldn’t see that… that’s her mistake. You’re a good man. You don’t deserve to be treated like this.”
He finally looked at you eyes red, tired, hollow. You saw it, the cracks. The space opening. The quiet dependency that had begun to form. He nodded, voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you… for being here.”
And then he moved a slow, uncertain shift and suddenly he was leaning forward, arms wrapping around you. His head pressed against your shoulder, his breath uneven, trembling. For a moment, you froze, caught between surprise and something darker. Then your hands rose, almost instinctively, curling around his back, holding him close.
It felt too right. Too natural. Like this was where he was supposed to be all along. His pain, his exhaustion you could feel it all bleeding into you. You wanted to whisper that it was okay. That she didn’t deserve him. That you understood him better than anyone ever could.
But you stayed silent, letting him cling to you. Because this moment this crack in his armor was yours and you weren’t going to let it close again.
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The day arrived faster than anyone expected. The air outside the courthouse was sharp, thick with the kind of silence that only comes before something permanent. You stood by the cold marble walls, watching Jungkook from a short distance his posture straight, his expression unreadable, but his eyes they were hollow.
And then you saw her. Min-seo, immaculate as ever, her hair styled perfectly, her lips painted red standing beside him.
Jung Hoseok.
The man she’d chosen. The one she’d been sneaking around with while Jungkook was trying to hold his family together. He stood beside her confidently, his hand resting at the small of her back a gesture too intimate, too public. They looked like a couple who had nothing to hide, while Jungkook stood there like a shadow, silently watching the life he built slip away piece by piece.
Your jaw clenched. You didn’t even hate Hoseok not really. He seemed fine. Charming, maybe even kind. A perfect match for her, you thought bitterly. The kind of man Min-seo would choose to flaunt, just to prove she’d moved on.
But for Jungkook? No. He deserved someone gentler. Someone who actually understood him who knew how deep his loyalty ran, how quiet his heartbreak could be.
Someone like you.
The hearing began. You sat behind Jungkook, your fingers twisting together as the judge’s voice filled the courtroom detached, procedural, heartless. Words like “irreconcilable differences” and “mutual consent” echoed between the walls, turning their once-lively marriage into a pile of legal terms.
Jungkook didn’t flinch when the divorce was finalized. He just nodded, eyes cast downward, his hand gripping the edge of the table until his knuckles went white. But the moment custody was mentioned, everything shifted. Min-seo straightened, her voice confident. “Your honor, I can take care of Hana. She’s my daughter, she needs her mother. I have a stable job, a supportive partner, and a home ready for her.”
You could see Jungkook’s shoulders tighten. He looked up then, his voice cracking as he spoke. “Your honor, I’ve always been there for Hana. I’ve taken care of her every day. I can’t just lose her.”
His words trembled not with anger, but desperation. You could feel it radiating off him, that quiet panic of a father on the edge of losing everything that still gave him purpose.
But the court didn’t care about emotions. The judge’s tone was clinical, dismissive. “While both parents appear capable, the child’s welfare and emotional development are often better served under maternal care. Mr. Jeon, you are a single parent with work obligations. The child requires consistent supervision and emotional support.”
You saw the flicker in Jungkook’s expression the disbelief, the sting of humiliation. He was already broken by betrayal; now they were stripping away what little he had left. Min-seo’s lawyer smiled faintly confident, victorious. And you could see Hoseok’s hand slip into hers under the table, the gesture subtle but mocking.
You wanted to scream. To stand up and tell them that she wasn’t the one who held Hana when she cried, that it was Jungkook who stayed awake all night when his daughter had nightmares, that it was you who had seen them together father and daughter healing quietly while Min-seo was out living another life.
But you couldn’t. Not here. Not yet. The gavel struck. “The hearing is dismissed for today. Custody will be reconsidered in the next session.” and that was it.
The sound echoed like a death sentence.
Jungkook sat there for a moment after everyone else stood still, silent, as though his body had forgotten how to move. You could see his jaw working, his eyes glassy with frustration. Then, slowly, he rose and turned to you. You forced a faint smile, trying to keep your voice from trembling. “Hey… it’s not over yet.”
He nodded weakly, his voice a whisper. “Yeah… I know.”
But you could see it the cracks widening. He wasn’t just losing a marriage anymore. He was losing himself and as you looked at him standing there in the wreckage of everything he’d loved something inside you stirred. Pity. Affection. Obsession.
You weren’t sure what to call it anymore. You just knew you’d do anything to make sure he didn’t lose Hana.
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The corridors outside the courtroom felt colder than they should have. You watched Jungkook walk ahead, his pace slow, heavy like every step dragged the weight of something broken. His shoulders were slumped, his hands trembling slightly as he ran them through his hair. The silence between you was thick, the kind that hurt to breathe through.
“Jungkook…” you called softly. He stopped but didn’t turn. You could see his reflection in the glass wall the faint trace of tears in his eyes, the exhaustion painted across his face. When he finally faced you, his voice cracked.
“They’re taking her away from me.” You stepped closer. “They might. Not yet. You can still fight this, Jungkook.”
His laugh was bitter, empty. “Fight? You heard them. I’m a single dad, they don’t care how much I love her. They think she’s better off with that woman and her boyfriend.” You flinched at the venom in his tone, but deep inside, it thrilled you. Because for the first time, Jungkook was no longer defending Min-seo. He was resenting her.
You gently touched his arm, your voice calm, coaxing. “Then don’t let them win. We’ll prove you’re the better parent. Hana needs you, Jungkook. Not her. You can’t give up on her like this.” He looked at you, really looked as if your words were the first thing that made sense in hours and then, slowly, he nodded. “What do I even do?”
You smiled faintly, masking the satisfaction blooming beneath your chest. “Let me help you.”
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The days that followed were chaos. You were with him through it all building his case, organizing documents, tracking every record that showed Jungkook’s role as a father. School reports, doctor visits, even old photos of Hana clinging to his arm you compiled everything.
You helped him meet a better lawyer, one with a heart someone who’d see beyond the cold paperwork. You spent nights at his kitchen table, helping him sort files while Hana slept quietly in her room. Sometimes, Jungkook would fall asleep right there, his head resting on folded arms, and you’d just watch him.
Every breath he took. Every twitch of his lips. You memorized it all. Because somewhere between the court papers and sleepless nights, you stopped helping out of sympathy and started helping because you couldn’t bear to imagine his life without you in it.
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Then came the second hearing. This time, Jungkook didn’t sit defeated. He looked composed ready. You sat behind him again, hands folded tightly in your lap as the judge read through the updated reports.
His lawyer spoke clearly, passionately. “Mr. Jeon has been the child’s primary caregiver since birth. He has demonstrated emotional stability, financial capability, and consistent parental involvement. Meanwhile, the child’s mother has been documented engaging in frequent late-night absences and inappropriate behavior in the child’s presence.”
You saw Min-seo tense. Jungkook didn’t even look at her. His gaze stayed steady directed toward the judge, not the woman who betrayed him and when Hana’s teacher testified that Hana often cried for her father, saying she wanted to “stay where it felt safe,” something in the courtroom shifted.
For once, Jungkook’s pain wasn’t invisible. The verdict came quietly but powerfully. “Full custody of the minor child, Jeon Hana, is hereby awarded to her father, Mr. Jeon Jungkook, with visitation rights to the mother.”
You could feel your heart race. Jungkook froze, lips parting slightly disbelief flickering in his eyes before relief flooded in like a wave.
He turned to you. The moment your eyes met, he exhaled, shaky and raw. You smiled soft, controlled the way you always did when you wanted to hide too much emotion. When he pulled you into a hug, it wasn’t gentle. It was desperate. His arms tightened around you, like he was holding onto the only thing keeping him from falling apart.
“Thank you,” he whispered against your hair. “I couldn’t have done this without you.” You hugged him back, your eyes fluttering shut as a slow, dangerous smile curved your lips.
'I know', you thought. 'You’ll never have to do anything without me again.'
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It had been weeks since the court granted Jungkook full custody of Hana. The chaos had finally settled, but the silence that followed was heavy too heavy for him.
Jungkook had stopped smiling the way he used to. He still laughed for Hana’s sake, still worked hard, still kept himself busy — but you could see it. The emptiness behind his eyes every time she ran into her room or fell asleep early. The loneliness that lingered when he thought no one was looking.
You started visiting them often. Sometimes to help with Hana’s homework, sometimes just to drop off dinner. You told yourself it was just kindness, but deep down, you knew it wasn’t. You needed to be near him and maybe, just maybe he needed it too.
One evening, you stood at Jungkook’s door holding a bowl of soup. Hana had caught a small cold, and you’d promised to bring her something warm. Jungkook opened the door, wearing his usual black tee and sweatpants, his hair slightly messy and damp he’d probably just showered.
“Hey,” he greeted, voice tired but softer than before. “Hey,” you replied, smiling. “I brought some soup for Hana. And for you too, if you’ve eaten nothing again.”
He chuckled faintly, rubbing the back of his neck. “You caught me.” You walked inside, placing the food on the table as he followed you. The apartment was dim, faintly glowing from the TV light, cartoons still playing even though Hana was already asleep on the couch, curled up in her blanket.
“She fell asleep waiting for you,” Jungkook said quietly, watching his daughter.
You smiled. “She looks peaceful.”
He nodded, his eyes soft. “She sleeps better now, maybe because she knows things won’t fall apart anymore.” You turned to look at him, your chest tightening. He said it so sincerely that it made you ache.
“You’ve done a good job, Jungkook,” you said softly. He exhaled, shaking his head. “I don’t know. Some days, I feel like I’m just pretending I can handle it.”
“Then don’t pretend,” you whispered. “Just… let someone help you.” When his eyes lifted to meet yours, something flickered there something raw. For a moment, neither of you spoke. The world outside felt far away.
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It started with small things after that. Jungkook began to text you more little things like “Hana says she misses you” or “Thanks for the dinner yesterday.”
He’d ask you to join them for movie nights, or for walks to the park. Sometimes, he’d bring Hana to your place just to “hang out,” even when he didn’t need help.
You’d catch him watching you when he thought you weren’t looking that same quiet stare, thoughtful and unreadable.
The tension between you both wasn’t loud; it was slow, steady, almost invisible to anyone else. But you felt it. Every time his hand brushed yours while reaching for a cup. Every time his gaze lingered a second too long. Every time you caught him smiling softly when you laughed.
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One rainy night, you three were sitting in your living room. Hana was asleep in the next room, her small snores faint. The rain pattered softly against the window, and the dim light made the air thick with unspoken things. Jungkook sat beside you on the couch, holding a cup of tea you’d made him. His fingers brushed yours when you handed it to him and this time, neither of you moved away.
“She really loves you,” he said quietly. “Hana. She says you make her feel safe.”
Your heart skipped. “She’s a sweet kid. You’ve raised her well.”
He smiled faintly. “Not alone, it seems.”
You turned to him, the corner of your lips twitching. “Are you saying you need me now, Jungkook?” He chuckled under his breath, but there was something serious in his eyes something softer, darker. “I think I already do.”
You froze for a second. His words weren’t flirtatious they were vulnerable, stripped of pretense. You wanted to say something, anything, but the words died on your tongue when his gaze lingered on your lips for just a heartbeat too long.
The air between you burned. Neither of you crossed the line that night. But you both felt it the shift, the pull and as he got up to leave, his hand brushed against yours again this time, deliberately. “Goodnight,” he murmured.
You watched him go, your heart pounding in your chest, a soft smile curving your lips.
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It was one of those evenings again the kind that stretched lazily into night. The faint hum of the city outside, the soft glow of your lamp, Hana’s laughter echoing from the next room where she was playing with her dolls. You and Jungkook were sitting by the window with mugs of tea, the quiet between you oddly comfortable. It had become a habit now — he’d drop by with Hana, stay for dinner, help clean up, and sometimes stay just a little longer than necessary.
Tonight felt different though. He looked at you more than usual, his gaze lingering as though trying to read something he’d missed before.
“Hey,” Jungkook said suddenly, his tone light but eyes sharp. “When was the last time you talked to your boyfriend?”
You blinked, caught off guard. “My… boyfriend?” “Yeah,” he said, his lips quirking slightly. “That guy I met once Jimin, right?” The mention of his name pulled something in your chest. You hadn’t seen Jimin much lately. He’d stopped calling after your quiet rejection that night.
“Oh, that.” You gave a faint smile. “We weren’t really official. Just… seeing each other, I guess.” Jungkook leaned back, taking a sip of his tea, eyes still on you. “So you’re not together anymore?”
You shook your head. “Not really. We stopped talking.” There was a flicker of something in his eyes surprise, maybe relief. He didn’t say anything for a moment, only nodded slowly.
“Did you like him?” he asked quietly. You hesitated. “I thought I did,” you said, watching the steam curl from your cup. “But… no. Not really.”
He tilted his head. “Why not?”
You laughed softly, but it sounded more tired than amused. “Because it didn’t feel real. He was kind, but I never felt connected to him. Not like-” You stopped yourself, your heart hammering in your chest.
“Not like what?” Jungkook asked, his voice low, almost careful. You looked up at him then his dark eyes meeting yours, steady, curious. You could feel the air between you shift, that slow burn returning again.
You smiled faintly, masking everything you wanted to say. “Not like how I feel when things matter.” He didn’t press. But his gaze lingered a moment longer before he nodded, the corner of his mouth twitching.
“I get that,” he said quietly. “It’s rare to feel something real these days.” He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. The closeness was dizzying you could feel the warmth radiating off him, smell the faint trace of his cologne mixed with rain and coffee.
“You know,” Jungkook said, his tone softer now, “I don’t really know much about you.”
You blinked. “What do you mean?”
He smiled faintly. “You know everything about me, my mess, my marriage, my kid, my bad days. But you… you never talk much about yourself.” You looked away, feeling your cheeks warm. “There’s not much to say.”
“I don’t believe that,” he murmured. His voice was low, sincere the kind that makes your stomach twist in a way you can’t explain. He was looking at you like he wanted to understand you, like he was seeing you for the first time and you liked that. Too much.
“Then ask,” you whispered.
He chuckled softly, leaning closer. “Okay… what’s one thing you’ve never told anyone?” You tilted your head, eyes flicking to his lips for just a second before meeting his gaze again. “That I get attached too easily.”
The corner of his mouth curved into a small, knowing smile. “That sounds dangerous.”
“Maybe,” you said, smiling back. “But maybe I like danger.” His expression flickered amusement, curiosity, something darker. He leaned back again, his hand brushing yours as he set his cup down. For a moment, silence stretched only the faint sound of Hana humming in the next room.
“Maybe that’s what makes you… different,” Jungkook said finally, his voice low. “You feel things deeply.” You looked at him, heart pounding. “And you don’t?”
He smiled faintly, but there was something in his eyes something fragile. “Not until recently.” The words hung in the air between you. You didn’t need to ask what he meant, you already knew and for the first time, you felt that shift turn into something real.
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It was late evening. The clock ticked softly on the wall, the only sound echoing through the quiet apartment. The table was set two plates, one for you and one for Hana but the seat where Jungkook usually sat remained empty. He had messaged earlier: “Working late tonight. Don’t wait up.”
You sighed, staring at your phone for a moment longer than needed. The food was starting to cool. Hana sat quietly beside you, poking at her rice, her little brows furrowed. You could tell something was bothering her. “Hey,” you said gently, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You okay?”
She looked up at you, her big eyes shimmering. “I miss Mom,” she said quietly. The words made your chest tighten not from sadness, but from something sharper. You forced a soft smile.
“I know, sweetheart,” you said carefully. “But sometimes, adults… make choices that are hard to understand.” Hana’s eyes dropped to her plate. “She said she’ll come see me soon. She calls me after school and brings me chocolates when I visit her.” You hesitated, feeling that familiar sting in your chest. You didn’t want to take that away from her, but hearing her defend Min-seo, the woman who had torn Jungkook apart made your stomach twist.
“Your mom loves you,” you said slowly, “but she’s… living a different life now, Hana. She made a decision to be somewhere else, with someone else. And sometimes, when people do that, they start to forget things they shouldn’t.”
Hana frowned. “Forget?” You nodded softly. “Like how to be there all the time. Like how to make you breakfast in the morning, or tuck you in at night.”
The little girl’s eyes grew wet, her lip trembling. “But she said she’ll always love me.”
You smiled, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Of course she does, honey. But love isn’t always enough to stay, you know? Your dad… he’s the one here, taking care of you every day. And I’m here too, right? We both love you very much.”
She sniffled and nodded, leaning against your arm. You wrapped an arm around her small shoulders, feeling her body relax into yours. You pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head. “You don’t have to stop loving your mom, Hana. Just remember who’s here for you now.”
Her little voice came out muffled against your arm. “I like being with you more.” You smiled soft, careful, but somewhere deep inside, satisfaction curled like a secret flame.
“That means a lot to me,” you whispered. “You’re my favorite girl.” Hana smiled faintly, eyes half-closed, and soon after, she drifted to sleep on the couch.
You sat there for a while, holding her hand gently, your expression unreadable. Outside, rain began to fall again the sound filling the apartment with a calm that felt almost deceptive. You glanced toward the door Jungkook would soon walk through, and a thought flickered in your mind.
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The soft hum of the refrigerator was the only sound that filled the quiet apartment. You sat across from Jungkook on the couch, the dim light of the living room casting golden shadows across his face. His sleeves were rolled up, his tie loose, a half-empty wine glass dangling lazily between his fingers. “Gosh,” he sighed, leaning back, head tipping against the couch. “A wine after working my ass off at the office feels so good.”
You smiled faintly, watching the way his jaw flexed as he took another slow sip. “You deserve it,” you said softly. He set the glass down and turned his gaze toward you warm, tired, and just a little too sincere. “Did Hana have her dinner?”
You nodded. “She did. She’s asleep now.”
Jungkook’s lips curved into a lazy smile. “We should go somewhere soon. All of us. It’s been a long time since we did something fun. Hana must be missing that.” The way he said we so casually, so naturally made something flutter quietly in your chest. You tried to play it off with a small laugh, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Yeah… I guess she would like that.”
He poured another glass for himself, then another. The night stretched on, quiet and soft, filled with the faint sound of the rain tapping against the windows and Jungkook’s voice lower now, a little slurred, his guard slipping away with every sip.
“I don’t think I’ve ever told you,” he murmured, staring into his glass, “but I’m grateful for you, Y/N.”
Your breath caught. He went on, voice barely above a whisper. “When everything was falling apart, when Min-seo left… when Hana was crying every night… you were just there. You helped me stand again. Helped Hana smile again.”
You didn’t know what to say. Words felt too small. You watched him, eyes tracing the softness in his expression the exhaustion, the quiet ache in his smile, the faint redness that wine had painted across his cheeks. You loved him. You had for a long time. Quietly, painfully, patiently. You loved how gentle he was with Hana, how his voice softened when he spoke to her, how he looked at you sometimes without realizing it, like you were something steady in his storm.
And now, sitting here, you could almost hear the sound of your heart pounding in your ears.
“Stop staring at me,” he said suddenly, his voice low, almost teasing but something about it made your breath hitch. “Like I mean something to you.”
You froze. Your gaze dropped to the floor, shame and longing tangling deep in your chest. “You should get some sleep,” you said quietly, your voice trembling just enough for him to notice.
He laughed softly, shaking his head. “Sleep,” he repeated. “Yeah, maybe I should. But…” He looked at you again, really looked at you and the air shifted. His eyes were dark, glossy with wine and something heavier.
“I don’t want to feel this, Y/N,” he murmured, each word sounding like a confession he’d been holding for too long. “But I think I’m falling for you.”
Your heart stopped. His gaze dropped, his voice roughening. “Even though it’s wrong.” You stared at him, speechless, your pulse echoing in your throat. You had imagined this moment before in stolen glances, in quiet dreams but hearing it out loud, feeling the weight of it between you, was something else entirely.
You took a slow breath, the kind that hurt on its way in. “Then…” You swallowed, your voice barely a whisper. “Then don’t stop yourself.”
In an instant, Jungkook closed the distance. His lips, softened by the wine and a deep, surprising earnestness, met yours. The kiss wasn't careful; it was a desperate, long-awaited admission from two people who had been circling each other in the dark for far too long.
The shock that first hit you quickly gave way to a consuming wave of desire a beautiful, fierce recognition of a wish finally coming true. You didn't just kiss him back; you leaned in fully, your hand instinctively rising to cup his jaw, your fingers brushing against the soft curve of his ear. The subtle scent of his cologne, mixed with the sharp, warm tang of the red wine, flooded your senses, anchoring you completely in the moment.
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The morning light crept gently through the half-drawn curtains, painting soft gold across the living room floor. The faint scent of wine still lingered in the air, the empty bottle on the table, two half-drunk glasses left from the night before. You stood by the kitchen counter, absentmindedly stirring a cup of coffee, trying to quiet the rush of thoughts in your head. The memory of last night replayed over and over Jungkook’s voice, low and unsteady, confessing words you had longed to hear.
“I think I’m falling for you.” You had barely slept. Not because of what happened, but because of what might come next.
The sound of soft footsteps behind you broke your thoughts. You turned to see Jungkook standing by the doorway, his hair a little messy, eyes heavy with sleep. He looked… lost. Like someone still trying to make sense of a dream he couldn’t shake off.
“Morning,” you said quietly, forcing a small smile.
He nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. “Morning.”
For a moment, there was silence heavy, uncertain. The kind that filled every corner of the room. Then Jungkook took a step closer, his voice hesitant. “About last night…” Your heart skipped a beat. You looked up, meeting his eyes. They were soft but serious, a mix of fear and something rawer, deeper.
“I meant it,” he said. You froze.
“I remember,” he continued, his words trembling slightly. “What I said last night. And I meant every single word of it.” Your lips parted, but before you could say anything, he reached for your hand desperately, as if he was afraid you’d pull away. His grip was warm, trembling slightly.
“Don’t,” he said suddenly, voice breaking. “If you’re going to reject me, please… don’t say it.” Your heart clenched. The desperation in his voice, the way he looked at you like you were something he couldn’t afford to lose, made it hard to breathe.
He took a shaky breath, eyes locked on yours. “Just… give me a chance, Y/N. Please.”
You stood there, stunned. You didn’t know if he remembered everything, the way he confessed, the words that slipped out, the way you had looked at him but part of you didn’t care. Maybe he only remembered enough. Maybe fate had finally bent toward you.
For a moment, your heart wavered between guilt and something darker, triumph. The man you loved was standing before you, asking you to stay, asking you to try. You nodded slowly, hiding the flicker of a smile that threatened to show. “Okay,” you said softly. “Let’s… try.”
Relief washed over his face. Jungkook let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, his thumb brushing lightly over your hand as if to make sure you were real and as he smiled a tired, hopeful, broken kind of smile you knew.
You had finally won.
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Days began blending into something warm and familiar, something dangerously close to what you’d once only dreamed of. Jungkook was around more than ever. He’d come over after work, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up, looking exhausted but always soft when he saw you and it wasn’t just the casual visits anymore. There was something unspoken blooming between you both, quiet glances that lingered too long, laughter that felt too intimate, the way he’d touch your hand as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
He’d kiss you now sometimes out of nowhere. In the kitchen, while you were reaching for a glass; in the hallway, while you were saying goodbye; sometimes, right in the middle of your sentence. A quick, deep kiss that left you breathless and flushed, your thoughts scattered.
You’d push at his chest, half-laughing, half-shocked. “Jungkook!”
He’d just grin, voice low and teasing. “Couldn’t help it.”
And you secretly loved it that he couldn’t help it.
You could feel him changing, too. The man who once tiptoed around emotions was now bold confident in what he wanted, and he wanted you. The way his eyes found you in a crowded room, how he’d stand too close when you were talking, his hand always brushing yours, claiming space that had once been only friendly.
One night, when Hana had fallen asleep early after dinner, Jungkook was sitting beside you on the couch, scrolling through his phone as you folded laundry. The quiet hum of the night wrapped around you both.
“Y/N,” he said suddenly.
“Hmm?”
He looked up from his phone, a strange seriousness in his eyes. “You let Hana sleep with you again?”
You blinked. “She had a nightmare, Jungkook. She wanted to.”
He sighed, setting his phone aside and leaning back, head tilted slightly. “You spoil her too much,” he muttered, then glanced at you with a small, crooked smile. “I’m jealous.”
You turned toward him, surprised. “Jealous? Of your own daughter?”
“Yeah,” he said without hesitation, voice low. “She gets to sleep next to you, hug you… while I can’t.”
You froze, the words sinking in. He wasn’t teasing this time. His gaze held yours, steady, warm, and something darker flickering beneath it. Possessive. Your heart pounded as you tried to laugh it off. “You’re ridiculous.”
He smirked faintly, leaning closer. “Maybe. But I’m serious.” His hand brushed your arm, fingers tracing lightly up your skin until your breath hitched. “You have no idea what you do to me, Y/N.”
You turned your face away, smiling despite yourself, cheeks burning. “Stop saying things like that…”
He chuckled softly, his voice dropping just enough to make your chest tighten. “Why? You don’t like it?”
You looked at him, the playful glint in his eyes, the faint smirk tugging at his lips, the warmth radiating off him, and realized you didn’t just like it. You loved it. You loved how protective he’d become, how he’d frown when other men looked at you, how his arm would naturally slide around your waist in public as if to remind everyone you were his.
He made you feel wanted. Needed and somewhere deep down, the part of you that once schemed and waited was finally, content. You leaned back against the couch, close enough for his shoulder to brush yours. “You ask too many questions, Jungkook.”
He smirked, voice barely above a whisper. “Only because I care too much.” And when he turned to kiss you again slow and certain you didn’t stop him. Because this time, it didn’t feel like a victory. It felt like home.
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You were rushing through the office, files clutched in your hands, laptop bag slung over your shoulder. The fluorescent lights reflected off the polished floors as you hurried toward the exit, your mind racing with deadlines and half-finished tasks. You had stayed late again longer than usual and now, with the night air settling outside, your exhaustion pressed against your bones.
“Y/N!” Jimin’s voice called out from behind you. You turned to see him jogging lightly, worry etched across his face.
“You okay?” he asked, concern lacing his tone. “You’ve been here forever. Need a drop home? I can take you.”
You hesitated. Your phone buzzed in your bag, a message from Jungkook: I’ll come pick you up. Don’t worry about leaving Hana alone. You paused, thumb hovering over the screen. You didn’t want to disturb him; Hana was asleep, and he had been tirelessly caring for her all day. The thought of making him leave her side tugged at your heart.
“Uh… thanks, Jimin,” you said finally, deciding. “That’d be great. I… I’ll be quick.”
His relieved smile warmed your chest. “Hop in,” he said, gesturing toward the car parked outside. You felt a flutter of nervousness as you climbed in, trying to ignore the tiny pang in your chest that came from leaving Jungkook behind.
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When you finally stepped into your apartment, tired and half-dazed, your phone buzzed again. Jungkook.
Why are you with Jimin?
Your heart skipped. You hadn’t expected him to notice so quickly.
You hurriedly typed a reply: I was late… Jimin offered to drop me home. I didn’t want you to leave Hana.
A few moments passed before he responded: I see…
You felt your chest tighten as the door clicked behind you, and a shadow fell across the room. Jungkook stepped in, his dark eyes flicking between you and the bag in your hand. His expression was unreadable at first tense, unreadable, like he was holding back a storm.
“Jimin?” he asked, voice low.
You nodded, a little defensively. “He just… offered to help. I didn’t want to make you leave Hana.”
He ran a hand through his hair, jaw tight. “You… used to see him, right?” His words were careful, but you could feel the faint edge of jealousy lurking beneath the surface.
Your chest fluttered, a shiver of excitement traveling down your spine. He was jealous subtle, quiet, but it made your heart race in a way you hadn’t expected.
Before you could think too much, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him, feeling his tension melt slightly into your touch. “Jungkook,” you whispered softly, pressing your forehead to his chest. “I only have my eyes on you.”
He exhaled slowly, the possessive edge in his voice softening as he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close. “Only me?” he murmured, voice low, almost a growl.
You smiled, hiding against him. “Only you,” you repeated, feeling the warmth of his body settle around you.
For a moment, silence wrapped you both, but it was the kind of quiet that spoke louder than words. You felt him relax against you, the jealousy fading into something more vulnerable, more human.
Maybe… you thought, your heart twisting in delight, Min-seo’s betrayal made him like this. He’s growing… possessive. Loving me. And I like it.
A slow, dark thrill ran through you, and you knew, with certainty, that he was yours entirely, and perhaps more than even he realized.
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You were sitting on the couch, Hana playing quietly in the corner, when Jungkook appeared in the doorway. His eyes flicked over you, lingering just a moment too long. Something about the way he carried himself, the slight slump in his shoulders, the deep crease between his brows made your chest tighten.
He came closer, sitting beside you, but not too close careful, tentative, as if measuring whether you would pull away.
“Y/N…” His voice was low, almost hesitant. “I… I don’t know if I should be doing this. Being with you.”
You tilted your head, curiosity and concern mixing in your chest. “What do you mean?”
He ran a hand through his hair, jaw tight. “I’m too old for you. You’re… you’re vibrant, young, full of life. I’ve been broken, I’ve made mistakes… and what if you lose interest in me too? Like Min-seo did?”
A pang of anger shot through you not at him, but at the audacity of Min-seo and the shadow she still cast over his heart. You reached out, gently brushing your hand against his cheek. He flinched slightly, but didn’t pull away.
“Min-seo?” you said softly, voice steady, tinged with defiance. “She was just… insecure. That’s all. She wasn’t confident in herself, in the relationship, in what she had with you. And what did she do? She cheated. That was her choice. Not yours.”
His eyes darkened, searching yours as if trying to find some truth he couldn’t quite believe.
You leaned closer, heart pounding, your voice dropping into something intimate, something meant only for him. “I… I love you, Jungkook. I’ve loved you for a long time. Older men like you… they’re my type. Someone who’s strong, someone who’s been through life, someone who knows what they want. I want you. Only you.”
His lips parted slightly, as if to speak, but no words came. Instead, he exhaled slowly, a mix of relief and disbelief washing over his face. His hand found yours, gripping it firmly, possessively. The small, heated pressure of his fingers sent a shiver down your spine.
“You really mean that?” he murmured, voice low and rough.
“I do,” you whispered, leaning closer until your shoulders brushed. “Every word. Don’t ever doubt it.”
For a long moment, the room was silent, save for Hana’s soft giggles and the faint hum of the city outside. But the tension between you the quiet, simmering electricity was palpable, wrapping around you both like a storm.
Then he moved, slowly, deliberately, closing the distance just enough to rest his forehead against yours. “I… I don’t want to lose you,” he admitted, his voice raw. “Not now. Not ever.”
You smiled, heart fluttering, a warmth spreading through your chest. “You won’t,” you said confidently. “Because you’re mine now.”
A small, dark chuckle escaped him. “I don’t know if I deserve that,” he murmured, but the possessive edge in his grip, the way he lingered so close, said otherwise.
And you couldn’t help the thrill that ran through you, knowing that his heart, his mind, even his jealousy, were all slowly, irrevocably yours.
“You do,” you whispered back, pressing your hand against his chest. “All of you. And I’ll make sure you know it every single day.”
END
Happiness Will Come To You.
when tho
When You Least Expect It. Probably Late March
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Happiness had already come to me in the beginning of March and I would want it to come again at late of this month too!
I need this so much right now
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SYNOPSIS : He was always there but never an option. Until now. When you run into him ten years later, he seems different, and available. Now you think, “What if?”
friends to lovers | brother’s bsf jeon jungkook x f. reader
warnings : profanity, alcohol consumption, minor depictions of violence, suggestions of cheating
— inspired by Steven Conklin x Taylor Jewel in Amazon Prime’s "TSITP" !
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the little prince -> jjk
summary: when everyone in his life seems to forget his 30th birthday, jungkook takes a chance on the local pub down the street, hoping to turn the night around. you - the pretty bartender that works the quiet monday shift - take him by surprise in the best way: you're friendly, full of life, and your smile seems to kick start the hopeful young boy that still lived dormant within his heart. when you tell him to make a wish, he doesn't expect for it to come true, not so literally.
rating: R18+ MATURE, minors please do not interact
pairing: jungkook x fem!reader
genre(s): angst, strangers to lovers, soulmate au, fantasy, adventure, romance, smut
word count: 24.6k +
warnings/tags: hopeless romantic!jk, mention of male masturbation, childhood love, depictions of unhappiness, insecurity and depression, heartbreak, original characters, friendship break up, brief taehyung x jungkook, bi!jk, everyone forgets jungkook's birthday, he's turning 30, nepo baby jk that's destined to take over his father's company trope, jungkook cries a lot my sensitive boyyy, jungkook isn't happy with his life :(, strict parents, shy and nervous jungkookie, oc is a bartender, comfort in a stranger, subtle flirting, nostalgia, childlike wonder, fantasy fairytale, prince!jk, commoner!oc, sisterhood, self discovery and self love, forbidden love, making out, touching over underwear, dry humping, titty sucking, cunnilingus, fumbly, briefly awkward, passionate unprotected sex :>
authors note: happy birthday to jungkookieee :D i worked hard on this little number for his birthday; this one's for all the people that feel like they don't get seen, and their voice never heard- i hear you, and you deserve the world. you're gonna get all the things you wish for and more someday, just keep going <3
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“You— you alone will have stars as no one else has them, and when your sorrow is comforted – time soothes all sorrows – you will be content to have known me. You will always be my friend. You will want to laugh with me, and you will sometimes open your window for that pleasure. And your friends will be properly astonished to see you laughing as you look up at the sky! They will recognize that you are one of the stars of the sky.”
- Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Jungkook begins his day with an attempted orgasm by his own hand. It’s not his brightest moment, but he figured it couldn’t hurt to let off a little steam before work.
The water of the shower was at a temperature that was just hot enough to get him a little riled up, and he was already half hard in the first place thanks to his usually unwelcomed morning wood. He hisses and grunts into the shower walls as he fists his length in his hand and tries to think of something pleasurable, but his mind keeps on coming up blank. It’s been a long time since he’s seen a pretty face in his mind while getting off— it’s been even longer since he’s been with anyone at all.
Jungkook had never really been the type to sleep around without feelings attached. He had truthfully always felt guilty when he slept with someone only to never seem them again after the deed was done; he always felt like he was using them, and it just never sat right with him. Even though he had his little phase in college, it ended just as quickly as it started, learning early on that it just wasn’t him.