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Battle of the bands
One way or another - Blondie
Summary: To the public, you had an infamous rivalry with the stoner emo kid Jungkook, and everyone knew it, but behind closed doors, you had been in a strong relationship for months. When both your bands sign up for the school showcase, both teams are determined to beat the other, and the teasing, pranks, and late-night invasions only get worse. But how far is too far when one prank might just ruin everything?
Pairing: vocalist!reader x drummer!jungkook
Genre: secret relationship, enemies and lovers, angst, sabotage, teasing, rivalry, fluff, light smut, oral (f), crack, LOTS of banter
Word count: 9.3k
Warnings: swearing, smut, angst, heartbreak, crying, guilt
“You call that a riff? Maybe stick to banging on drums next time.” You yelled from across the music room, you’d been forced to share with the band you’d been butting heads with since freshman year.
Jungkook scowled, lips twisting with obvious displeasure. “Better than whatever ear-rape you’re calling singing,” he shot back, fingers still gliding up and down his electric guitar that was drowning in Linkin Park stickers.
A few people in the room snickered at your exchange, but neither of you cared. To you and Jungkook, everything music-related was war, and everyone around you knew it.
Your rivalry had been infamous since the moment the two of you stepped onto campus. Everyone had witnessed some kind of banter, back-and-forth insults, and subtle disses between your bands (often for no reason at all)
You scoffed. “I think we’ve already established that you’re tone-deaf, so I won’t be taking criticism from you. Much less fashion advice.” You glanced at him up and down, eyeing his choice of shirt: dirty green, short-sleeved, with a human skeleton printed on the front.
His eyes met yours, fiery, deep brown, challenging. “You’re just jealous you can’t pull this off.”
“Well, I guess we’ll never know, because I would never let that thing touch my body,” you said, gesturing with your long, polished pearl-colored acrylics.
He scoffed, tongue poking into his cheek, and marched toward you, intimidating but not enough to make you flinch. “Hm, yeah, cause I’m sure so many things have touched that body of yours–”
“Woah, woah, woah, Jungkook,” someone interrupted, stepping between you. Hands pressed to his chest to hold him back. “Let’s not kill poor Y/n today, alright?”
“Kill?” you repeated, smirking. “More like give me a bee sting.”
“Why, you little–” Jungkook lunged again, stopped by the grip of his friend, who might as well have been holding him by the ear.
It was Park Jimin, the scrawny lead singer of Bangtan and one of the few members of Jungkook’s band you actually liked. Whenever you needed a seat in AP Bio, he had welcomed you with a smile. You still found it hard to believe he was part of this emo band.
“Y/n, come on,” he said, turning toward you while keeping Jungkook restrained, “I’m literally trying to help you.”
“And for that, we thank you for your service,” a voice said coming from behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder.
Your best friend, Maya patted you on the back as she smiled toward Jimin, silently thanking him for all the times he had kept you and Jungkook from having a brawl in the middle of campus.
Maya had been your best friend since the third grade and was the complete reason that you had gotten so into music. She didn’t just play the role of best friend, but was also the founder of your little band of three you had conjured one night when you and your other friend, Sav, were bored.
Maya was the lead drummer of your group (some would say the Jungkook), and Sav was the lead guitarist. When practicing, there was always moments where you felt somewhat lesser since your role was just ‘vocalist’ and going off raw talent. You never trained for anything music-related like the others, but they both insisted you had ‘the voice of an angel,’ and since you had gotten a couple of gigs, met with perfect feedback, their statements were proven.
“We’re gonna need her alive and well for the big showcase,” she said, smiling up at you fondly.
“Showcase?” Hoseok, Jungkook’s guitarist, perked up, “What showcase?”
Maya’s brows furrowed, “the schools holding a big showcase for all people in the music program, you didn’t know?”
“Well, not until now,” Hoseok whined, “Jungkook, did you know about this?”
He shook his head, “I don’t read my emails,” he said, shrugging.
Your head tilted with confusion as well, unsure if Maya had mentioned this before. You were sure you would’ve remembered something about a big showcase.
“Wait!” A loud cry screamed from the floor behind you. The second vocalist of Bangtan, Taehyung, was lying on the floor, looking up at your group through his upside-down brows, “Is there a prize?”
Maya sighed, “bragging rights, I guess, but I heard talks about a record deal with some big company– also Taehyung, why are you on the floor?” She had been holding herself back, trying to ignore the boy on the floor, but just couldn’t.
He turned around onto his stomach, head resting in the palms of his hands, “Well, if you must know. Singing while upside down trains the vocal cords that standing doesn’t reach, it’s so I can reach Beyonce level powerhouse.”
Jungkook, in front of you, scoffed, “Sounds like it’s something Y/n could use.”
“Aish,” you voiced, gritting your teeth and jutting a fist at him. He didn’t flinch in the slightest. “I wish Yoongi were here to slap you or something.”
“Psh, Yoongi would never,” he thought about it, “I think.”
Yoongi was the fifth and final member of Jungkook’s group Bangtan, and also the eldest. He was definitely the most professional of the bunch, actually being here more for the music part of the program, other than vibes. He was the backbone of Bangtan, the bassist who always kept everyone in line.
You’re not exactly sure if he would hit Jungkook, per se, but he was the only person who intimidated him enough with that scary cat look that had Jungkook on a leash.
You shook your head, getting rid of the thought, “never mind. You’re just worried that we’re going to kick your sorry asses at the showcase.”
He scoffed, stepping closer to lean over you, peering down deep into your eyes, “worried? About what? Another round of Taylor Swift?”
You crossed your arms and looked up at him, “mhm, yeah. And what do you plan to counter with? Some random emo band that screams for a living?”
“It pains me that you can’t reference one.”
“Whatever. I can’t wait to see you in ten years, begging for an autograph. You’re going down.”
“Guys, can’t we just shake hands and compete like adults?” Jimin asked, already sick of this rivalry that was bothering the band's productivity.
See, he wouldn’t know the regular bickering was one of the reasons that Jungkook came to the music room so much, not the other way around.
“No,” you both answered, “Maya, let’s go. We’ve got a showcase to win. Let’s find Sav.”
“Us too boys. Call Yoongi, we’ll start making the setlist.”
Both you and Jungkook turned on your heels, turning around without waiting for your partners to follow. As you two left through opposite exits, Maya and Jimin were left with each other, face to face and sighing at both their group maknaes' ridiculousness.
“Good luck to you and Bangtan, Jimin,” Maya said, putting out a hand and showing the only pinch of professionalism the practice room had seen in a while.
Jimin sighed in response, “You too, Maya. See you.”
. . . ,
“F-Fuck, Jungkook! Right there!” You moan loudly as your grip on his hair tightened painfully. As you yanked on him harder, he groaned into you, pulling you closer with his hold on your legs.
Your back arched on the silk sheets of his bed as he held you down, lapping you up and taking everything you let him have.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he moaned as he hitched your skirt up further. He continued to flick at your clit with his tongue with harsh, firm swirls that had you crying out. He had been at this for what felt like hours, excited that his roommate was gone for the day, eager to hear as many sounds from you as he could.
“Mm, I could eat you out for hours, gorgeous,” he muttered against you, vibrating your folds in the process. The room was filled with nothing but your moans and the wet, lewd sounds of what he was doing to your swollen pussy.
Without warning, he took your clit in between his lips, sucking strongly and occasionally nipping at it with his teeth, making you jolt and buck your hips toward him.
“Jungkook–” you groan out with a loud wail as your orgasm plummets into you. Your body trembles as it hits you like a truck, everything locking up.
He continued working on you in firm, languid strokes, making you squirm as he swallowed every drop of your arousal, causing you to become oversensitive. Through weak twitches, you brought down a hand to gently push him away from you since it felt like he wouldn’t let up if not for your encouragement.
As he rose, he placed a soft kiss on your inner thigh, then sat back on his heels. He looked up at you with a smile, face fully wet from jaw to neck, breathing heavily. You sat there for a moment while he waited for you to gain your composure, hand on your thigh and caressing it warmly.
You smirked, regaining your breath, “Sometimes I thank god for your big mouth, you know. It may be annoying, but you always give great head.”
“Thanks, baby,” he leaned over to you and placed a wet kiss on your mouth, letting you taste your own bitter arousal.
As he pulled back, you saw his big brown eyes looking at you with such fondness, which made you smile. People at school only saw him as an “emo loser,” but to you, he was the most handsome boy alive, and in situations like this, you always found yourself thinking about how lucky you were to have found him.
“You know, today, after we went to the other music room, the new teacher…”
He started to ramble cutely about something that happened at school this morning, fully nerding out. As he continued to passionately talk about whatever it was, you reached over and grabbed a tissue from his bedside table, beginning to wipe his face clean of the evidence from before.
God, he was like a messy child. You continued cleaning him while he maintained eye contact, still rambling. He occasionally brought up a knuckle to nudge his tilted glasses further up on his nose as they were drooping from all the commotion.
Usually, he wouldn’t let a soul see him with his glasses, but it was only you here with him at home, so he couldn’t care less. To you, he looked cute with them, but it was hard to convince him of that.
“... And then just complained we were too loud! Isn’t that crazy?”
You nodded as if you had been listening the whole time, finally throwing the used tissues in a trash can nearby and placing a quick peck to his cheek, “mhm, yeah baby that’s wild.”
He studied you for a minute and tilted his head, raising an eyebrow, “I appreciate your performance, y/n, but next time, maybe actually listen to me?”
You chuckled, “Well, maybe next time have your topic be interesting.”
“Interesting? Like what, the showcase?”
Your ears perked up, “Now that is a topic I can talk about.”
He shuffled around on his bed for a moment, maneuvering to sit beside you and rest his back on his bedrest, arm curling around your shoulder.
He paused for a moment. “Do you see yourself making music, ten years from now?” He asked, fidgeting his fingers, tone becoming more serious.
You raised an eyebrow and smoothed down your skirt, “No, I don’t think so.”
He turned to face you, “music for me is fun and all, like I enjoy being with the girls, but at the end of the day, I’m leaning toward something more business-y. It’s just not something I see me getting a career out of. What about you?”
He nodded at your words and didn’t hesitate when answering for himself, “I want to make music. I still see myself in the band with the others, hopefully playing concerts and stuff. I want to make it big, music’s the most important thing to me.”
His face was filled with so much love and passion, you couldn’t help but smile. For you, you music was just a bit of fun, a hobby. But to him, it was life. He wanted to win awards, inspire people, and have his voice heard. You didn’t want to disappoint him by saying you thought music wasn’t a real career.
You chuckled, “You reckon in ten years they still don’t know about us?”
He smiled, “Well, I mean, we never know when someone is going to barge into the shower where we happen to be having sex.”
You both laughed at that. There was only one person besides you two who knew about your relationship, and that was Jungkook’s roommate Taehyung. Neither of you told him willingly. It was just one unlucky encounter where he came home early from a party and didn’t bother to knock on the bathroom door.
Thankfully, however, the encounter was more comedic than embarrassing.
It was also nice to know that you didn’t have to sneak around to hang out in Jungkook’s dorm anymore, too.
“Well, either way, I hope you know that I’m not going down without a fight. That prize is mine.”
He laughed loud and proud, right in your face, “I wouldn’t bet on that, princess.”
“Psh, just you wait.” You stood up and grabbed your pair of discarded underwear and quickly put them back on, heading toward the door.
“Where are you going?” He called from behind you.
You turned, “Sav wants to hang out in a few, I’m gonna head out.”
You looked around his desk and picked up his waterbottle, taking a sip before putting it down and knocking over a cup of pencils in the process. You were always messing up a bunch of his shit, but he didn’t mind. He was just happy that you were with him.
“Why don’t you just tell her you’re going out with your mom or something?” He asked, puppy eyes wide and begging you to stay.
“I can’t. I said that last week.”
“Well, say it again.”
“Jungkook.”
“Please, I want you to sleep here tonight.”
You looked at him and crossed your arms, “You know, for someone covered in tattoos, you’re awfully clingy.”
“Please.”
You went up to him and gave an apologetic kiss, “I’m sorry, I promised. I’ll come back tomorrow.”
He groaned, annoyed that you left him yet again because you couldn’t just tell your friends to leave you alone since you were busy fucking your boyfriend. “Fine. I guess I’ll start practicing for the big showcase. I’ll get a head start on you and Sav. Have fun.”
“Good night, Jungkook.” You said slowly, “Happy drumming.”
. . . ,
“How come they got rid of the student discount at GYG? That’s actually ridiculous,” Maya said as she mixed her food around with her fork, shoving it around the plate.
“Probably because they’ve had a mass drop in profit with all the burritos you’ve been buying,” you answered with, snickering at your friend as she stuck her tongue out at you.
“Hey, there’s no problem with–”
“Guys, guys, guys! Big news!” Sav yelled out as she came sprinting to your lunch table at lightning speed, hair bouncing up and down, and panting from the run.
“Guess–” breathe, “what” another breathe, “I just heard.” It was funny to you how unathletic your friend was. If you had to guess to would’ve assumed that she came from the B buildings, which were no more than 50 metres left, yet still a struggle for her.
“What is it?” Maya asked curiously, leaning in toward the table as if she was prepared for some secret.
“Okay, so,” Sav sat down at the table beside you, scooching you over to make room, “the prize for the showcase isn’t just a record deal anymore. Apparently, they’re calling Kim Namjoon to make an appearance! He’s the biggest music scout in the industry! It’s every musician's dream to get an opportunity like this!”
Both your and Maya’s jaws dropped. There wasn’t a soul in your community who didn’t know the name Kim Namjoon. He was pretty much the reason behind all the famous musicians. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and if an aspiring artist missed out on this, it would be almost impossible to come back from.
“That’s insane!” You yelled out, “Is he scouting winners or just anyone?”
“Anyone who catches his eye! And I heard the last time he did something like this, he took almost half the school. So basically, if you put on a killer performance, you’re guaranteed a win, even if you don’t place.”
“Oh my god, Sav, I can’t believe this,” Maya said, hand covering her mouth in disbelief.
“Are we talking about the showcase?” A new voice said from behind you, coming around to take a seat.
Taehyung sat down on your side of the table, causing you to scoot over for a second time with a loud, displeased groan. You and your friends were still unsure as to why Taehyung and the rest always sat down with you, but it was the norm now, and you couldn’t find yourself protesting.
“Yes, we are,” Sav said enthusiastically, proud that she had found the best bit of information, “a scout is coming, he’s getting a bunch of people who impress him!”
“Oh yeah, Yoongi, you mentioned something about that, didn’t you?” Taehyung asked, turning to his friend, who started to sit down opposite you.
“Mhm, I overheard that senior, Seokjin, talking about it in gym,” he said, nodding as he took a bite of a green apple.
You raised an eyebrow, “You were in gym?”
He shook his head instantly, “They asked me to fix a light.”
“Anyways,” Hoseok said, changing the subject, “have you guys been practicing? The showcase is pretty soon.”
He was right. Everything seemed to be quite short notice, and the competition was only a week or two away. It was probably a scheduling error since the notice was a flyer instead of an email. If Maya hadn’t randomly wandered under the bleachers for some unknown reason, neither group would have known about it till too late.
“Yeah, we’ve got our setlist about done already. We’ve been practicing every now and again, too, but nothing too hardcore.”
“Damn, I wish we could be as laid back as you guys,” Hoseok said, sighing, “Jungkook’s been making us wake up at 5 am every day and practicing till we bleed. I mean, look at my fingers!”
He threw out both his hands, and everyone leaned in. You saw how raw his fingers were from regularly playing on the strings of his guitar.
“Ouch, Hoseok. Looks like it hurts.”
“Damn right it does,” he rubbed his hands on his pants, “but nothing, a bit of cream won’t fix.”
“Where is Jungkook, by the way?” You asked, looking around and starting to notice that everyone but him was here.
“As I said, he’s been practicing nonstop. He’s in the music rooms, wouldn’t even come out for lunch.”
Of course, he was practicing. He’s already taking this thing so seriously when it was just some lame competition. You couldn’t wait to see his face when you, Maya, and Sav were announced as winners.
“Damn, really?” You straightened up, “didn’t realise he was so competitive. Might as well pay him a visit,” you said with a wink.
“Y/n just let him be,” everyone said in a different form.
“Oh come on, it’s just a little fun. I can’t let him get the drop on us,” you insisted. And with that, you got up and grabbed your bags, not bothering to finish your lunch. You turned around and headed straight toward the music rooms where Jungkook should be.
. . . ,
Before you even stepped into the music room, you could hear the sound of Jungkook loudly banging on the drums. The sound was echoing throughout the hallway, and you could tell that if there were anyone else in the area, they would make a complaint, but he was alone.
As you opened the door, the first thing you noticed was the frustration on his face as sweat beads began to drip down the side of his neck. He was repeating the same part over and over, desperate to get the right sound, but something was still off. Something even you could pick up on.
“Hey there, drummer boy,” you called out over the loud sound of him playing.
His hands stopped mid-way to a loud bang, and he turned to look at you, a smile already on his face.
“Hey, the guys tell you I was here?” He asked, running a hand through his sweaty hair and tucking some stray pieces behind his ears.
“Mhm. How are you going with the showcase?” You asked, gesturing toward him sitting down on his drum set.
He nodded, but his brows stayed furrowed, “pretty good… You heard a scout is coming?”
You smiled, “Yeah, hasn’t everyone heard? It’s pretty cool they’ve gotten him.”
He continued nodding and said a small “yeah” in the process. There was something more restrained about him today; he was less talkative, and you didn’t push, unsure if the reason was bad.
You bit your bottom lip for a minute, silence stretching as he breathed heavily, “your tempos slightly off on the chorus by the way. If you want to win, you’re going to need to fix that.”
“Doesn’t matter, I could beat you with one arm,” he said cockily. But behind his words, you noticed the subtle clench in his jaw that showed this had been bugging him, too.
You could see him trying to hide it, but as he looked toward the floor, overthinking everything, you felt guilty just for being able to see him like this.
“Don’t worry, I’ll help you. Just keep playing,” you said as you moved to stand in front of him, his eyes following you from below.
No matter how competitive you were when it came to competition, you were still his girlfriend. It didn’t matter if it worsened your chances or anything; you talked big for sure, but on the inside, you still wished the best for each other.
“I’ll keep the tempo while you play,” you leaned over to grab a drumstick that was sitting on one of the drums before he stopped you, lightly grabbing your wrist.
“Wait, not those,” he looked around for a moment and found a spare pair of sticks, which he then handed to you. They were new and unused, unlike the ones that you had reached for before, which were worn and barely hanging by a thread. “Here, use these.”
You raised an eyebrow and took them hesitantly. You were confused as to why he would practice with the worst pair, but wasn’t bothered to question.
“Alright, just follow my lead.” You took in a deep breath to get in the right headspace and lightly tapped the hi hat in a consistent beat, using it as a guide for Jungkook to follow.
He tapped his foot in time, nodding his head and memorising the beat. His hands gripped his sticks tight and ghosted over the drum set, practicing how it was supposed to go.
When he was confident enough to begin, he started playing the same song from before, now more in time but still slightly off.
“Slower,” you said, continuing to tap.
It took him a moment, but he finally started to sync up with you, and the improvement was noticeable. You bobbed your head at the sound as he did the same, hair waving around as he was fully immersed in the activity.
“There you go,” you smiled as you saw him finally looking pleased with himself. He was doing so incredible, almost performance-ready, but then he started overthinking again.
He started to hit the drums harder, and it began to sound messy.
“You’re speeding up again.”
“Am not,” he snapped. Not out of annoyance but out of frustration.
He kept trying to keep up, hitting hard, gripping tighter, and his brows furrowing further. He studied your tempo, watching as your hand tapped down and down, and eventually, got it correct, but barely.
“There you go, perfect,” you said, smiling. Small steps were still steps. It was only 5 minutes, but you were proud that you were able to help him.
As you stopped tapping and his beats phased out, he looked at you with a fond grin. His eyes were filled with love, and he was so grateful to have someone like you to help him.
“Thank you,” he patted his thigh and lightly angled his seat.
You walked over and lightly sat down on his lap while he rested his chin on your shoulder, letting out a deep breath.
“You’re doing great, Jungkook. You’re gonna kill it on stage,” you reassured.
He chuckled, “So are you.”
“Yeah, I know.” You said with a shrug. You felt him beside you shift, and you turned to face him. He placed a warm kiss on your lips, holding them there for a few moments.
“Thanks for helping me,” he said, big brown eyes sparkling as they looked at you. His arms around your waist tightened, and he pulled you closer.
“You need it, I’m not going easy,” you teased. He chuckled and then leaned in again, kissing you deeply and long, not minding that someone could walk in.
. . . ,
The next week had been crazy for the two of you.
“Where the hell are my sheets?” Jungkook yelled as he marched over toward you, moving past both Sav and Maya.
He stopped right in front of you and crossed his arms while peering down at you, foot tapping. You stayed lying down on the music room couch, legs hanging over the armrest, not bothering to look up from your phone.
“What ever are you talking about, Jungkook?” You were trying to contain your smile.
“I know you took them. Hand them over, we’re trying to practice,” he asked, putting a hand out and clenching, waiting for you to give them.
“I don’t have them,” you insisted. But you both knew you were lying.
“You’re a terrible liar.”
You heard from somewhere in the room a distant Maya telling you to just pass them over so you both could start practice.
“And you’re terrible at keeping track of your stuff. Sounds like a you problem,” you flashed him a small wink, and he scoffed.
His jaw twitched, “Y/n.”
You finally glanced up at him, slow, unimpressed, “Jungkook.”
He exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face. Then, without warning, you felt a hand grip around your ankle and yank.
“Hey–” You slid down the couch with a yelp as your shirt rode up, phone nearly slipping in the process, and a stack of slightly crumpled papers slipped out from under your back.
There was a beat of silence. He stared at you with a raised eyebrow, and you blinked up at him, innocently.
“For gods sake..,” he mumbled, moving you over to pick up his sheets, subtly smoothing your shirt in a way that no one could see.
He grabbed the sheets and sat down on the couch beside you, flipping through them quickly. He wasn’t looking for damage; he knew you wouldn’t do that. He was just scanning, making sure everything was there.
You frowned slightly, “Relax, I didn’t ruin your precious masterpiece.”
He turned to look at you, smiling, “Next time, I won’t be so easy.”
Your teasing and playing didn’t stop there.
By Wednesday, Jungkook had made a counter move by hiding your microphone mid practice, making you look for it for a whole half hour before you noticed it tucked into his waistband.
By Thursday, you had changed his phone's timezone as he slept, and he woke up 4 hours late, missing practice completely.
And by Friday–
“Y/n if you touch my stuff one more time, I swear to god i’ll–”
“What are you gonna do? Cry about it?”
“Guys, please, the showcase is tomorrow!” Jimin yelled, completely fed up with you two. “We have been putting up with your bickering for a full week, and some of us are actually trying to practice! Can we please just give it a rest?”
Silence fell over the room, thicker than it should’ve been.
You clicked your tongue, pushing yourself up from the couch. “Relax, Chim. It’s just a little bit of fun before comp, lighten up.”
You heard Jungkook mutter something under his breath with a tsk, but paid no mind to it as it was probably just another snarky comment.
You looked at your surroundings and saw both members from each of your bands staring at you two with arms crossed and expressions of displeasure.
“Alright, fine. I’ll spare you for today, Jungkook, but only because Jimin asked so nicely,” Jungkook rolled his eyes.
Practice didn’t last much longer than that. Your band and Bangtan productively worked for almost three hours, and things were starting to get boring.
Every time you tried to look at Jungkook for something, a sign, or anything to keep you awake, he kept his gaze straight down on his drum set, too focused on playing. He was repeating the same section over and over again, like he was trying to drill it into muscle memory.
You watched him for a second longer than you meant to.
Practice was boring when you couldn’t play with him.
. . . ,
That night, you tiptoed up to the front of Jungkook’s dorm, making sure to be extra quiet as you assumed everyone would be sleeping. You slipped the key that Jungkook had given you on your first anniversary into the lock and turned it slowly, easing the door open with a quiet sound.
Inside his dorm, everything was already dim, and it was completely quiet.
You took your shoes off by the door, placing them beside his like always, and began to head in, till you were surprised with someone already in the kitchen, late at night and surrounded by food.
Kim Taehyung sat on one of the stools, scrolling on his phone with a half-empty can of Pringles in front of him. When he noticed you, he gave a lazy wave, mouth still full.
“Hey, Taehyung,” you said, deciding to slide into the seat beside him and stay for a chat. He was the only one of Jungkook’s friends who knew about you two; it would feel wrong not to befriend him.
“Hey,” he replied weakly. It didn’t sound like him for a moment, more reserved than his usual bubbly self.
You tilted your head slightly. “You feeling okay? You sound a little stressed.”
He exhaled, setting his phone down like he didn’t really feel like looking at it anymore. “Just a little worried about tomorrow.”
“About the showcase?” you asked. “Why? You guys sound great. You’ve been practicing nonstop, we’ve all noticed.”
“Well, that’s just the problem,” he said, letting out a small laugh that didn’t quite land. “We’ve been practicing so much, it feels like something’s going to go wrong.”
You frowned a little, but stayed quiet.
“He hasn’t been eating properly,” Taehyung added after a second. “Jungkook, I mean. He’s basically been living in the practice rooms.”
You had noticed. The late replies. The constant “can’t, I need to practice.” The way he’d been a little more… absent this week.
“It’s because of the scout,” Taehyung continued. “He’s got all of us worried. We all want to do well. For kids like us, this kind of opportunity only happens once.”
You felt bad for him. Taehyung was a really incredible singer, but often when he was on stage, his nerves got the better of him, and he would miss a note or two. It wasn’t anything that would throw the performance, but when you’re surrounded by music kids, they all notice any slip-up.
You reached over and gave him a rub on the shoulder, “It’s okay. I’m sure you’ll do great. Jungkook too. I don’t know anyone more talented than you two.”
He gave you a weak smile, appreciating your sympathy. He straightened up, “What about you, huh? You don’t seem to be worried at all.”
You exhaled, “Yeah. The girls and I aren’t thinking of pursuing music for good, so we aren’t really worrying about anything. It’s just a bit of fun for us.”
Taehyung nodded slowly. “Must be nice,” he said.
You smiled, already pushing yourself up from the stool. “Try not to overthink it, yeah? I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Yeah,” he said. “Night.”
“Night, Tae.”
The hallway upstairs was quiet. You pushed Jungkook’s door open gently, already expecting to find him passed out, but instead, he was wide awake, phone in hand, just like Taehyung was. God, did anyone in this house sleep?
When he saw you, his expression shifted almost instantly, a small smile pulling at his lips as he sat up a little.
“You’ve really been giving me a hard time, you know that?”
You huffed a laugh, closing the door behind you. “What, can’t handle a little fun?”
“You call stealing Yoongi’s guitar picks fun?” he asked, raising a brow. “He almost killed me.”
“Sounds like a personal problem.”
He shook his head, already shifting over to make space for you.
You climbed into bed beside him without hesitation, settling against his chest like it was second nature. His arm came around you automatically, hand resting warm against your side as he reached over to take off his glasses, placing them on the bedside table.
For a second, everything felt normal. Familiar. Easy. But then you noticed how fast his heart was pumping. It wasn’t the usual steady rhythm you were used to; this was much quicker, uneven enough that it wasn’t ignorable, and you frowned slightly.
Huh. Guess he really didn’t want to lose.
“Worried I’m going to beat you tomorrow?” you murmured, eyes still closed.
He let out a quiet breath, fingers absentmindedly tracing along your arm. “Something like that.”
A small pause, “It actually matters this time.”
You hummed, barely reacting. “Yeah? That nervous?”
“Not nervous,” he said, though it didn’t sound entirely convincing. “Just… can’t mess it up.”
You smiled faintly against him. “Relax. You’ll live.”
He didn’t respond to that.
Instead, his hand shifted, tilting your chin up slightly before you could even process it, his lips already on yours. He kissed you for a moment, and it wasn’t rushed or careless; it lingered on for moments, and he pulled you closer than usual, needing something more.
His hand slowly started to slide under your shirt, warm hands against your skin, but you pulled back with a small breath, catching his wrist before he could continue.
“Not tonight.”
He blinked at you, a little dazed. “Why?”
“Because we have a big day tomorrow,” you said lightly, patting his cheek. “Sleep is more important than sex.”
“I just…” he exhaled, hand falling back to your side. “I need something to take my mind off it.”
You laughed softly, grabbing his face between your hands and squishing his cheeks together.
“Next time,” you said. “Now go to bed.”
He let out a quiet huff, sinking back into the pillow. “You’re so annoying.”
“And yet,” you said, already turning away from him, “you love me.”
“Debatable.”
“Goodnight, Jungkook.”
“…Night.”
. . . ,
“Alright, from the top!”
“But we just did it from the top!” Sav whined back at you as she adjusted the levels of her electric guitar.
“And it still sounded like shit,” you snapped back, keeping your tone professional yet playful and grabbing your mic and stepping into position to redo your act for a fifth time.
You continued to sing loudly, listening to the beat that followed you from the others, eager to get the perfect sound. Your band occupied half the stage while Jungkook’s had the other, both trying to perfect your performances before sound check ended, and another band would have access to the stage.
As your voice grew louder, reaching octaves you never had before, battling the sound of Jungkook’s drumming, you heard the event runner's voice echo throughout the hall, notifying you all that it was time to leave the stage.
“Ugh, it’s about time! Y/n’s running a bootcamp over here,” Sav whined with a huff. “How come you care so much? You don’t even want to be scouted!”
“I don’t need to be scouted to care. I just don’t lose.” You shot back.
While you grabbed your things and followed the sound of Sav’s complaints with a smile, you heard others chime in playfully, “woah, even Hoseok’s not as bossy as you today, Y/n. We could hear you from all the way over here,” Taehyung called out.
“Hey, I was only yelling because your boy Jungkook was being excessively loud on those drums.”
“Ah, I was just setting a beat for you, princess. It looked like you were having a hard time keeping up,” he replied with a wink, and you stuck your tongue out.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, Jungkook this, Y/n that. We all know you two hate each other. We’ve got 15 minutes before showtime, so if we could please get into our dressing rooms, that would be great.” Yoongi said, cutting in with furrowed brows to prevent your back-and-forth banter from lasting countless hours.
“Alright then, we’ll get going too. Good luck tonight, you guys.”
“Yeah, you two.” It seemed that Maya and Jimin were the only ones here who could have a productive conversation during this time. still trying to keep it warm, everyone paid their best wishes while crossing paths, despite the rivalry.
Moments later, when the time was right, and everyone was in their own room, doing their own thing, you slipped into Jungkook’s dressing room, catching him with his shirt half on.
“Mm, you performing Magic Mike tonight?” You teased, taking a seat across from him as he fixed himself up, chuckling.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He bent down to place a sweet kiss on your lips and rested his hand on the vanity beside you.
As a comfortable silence washed over you two, you noticed him bite his lips anxiously, brows furrowing slightly as if he was trying to hide it from you.
“You’re gonna do great. Don’t worry,” you reassured, tone getting softer by the word as you grabbed his hand to softly brush over it with your thumb.
He took a deep breath before turning to you and meeting your eyes, smiling. “Look at you being all supportive. Surprised you’re not using the moment to make sure I know I’ll be losing.”
You shrugged, “I know when and where. But seriously, you’ve been antsy the whole week, lighten up.”
You and the others had all noticed the dedication that filled Jungkook, driving him into habits that seemed somewhat unhealthy. He was always skipping lunch to practice, going hard until his ears were ringing.
He stepped closer to you and gave you a second kiss, still holding your hand as he softly held it, “Thanks, Y/n. You’ll do great, too.”
His lips met your again before you had a chance to make a snarky remark, his hand gently coming up to caress your cheek as both your troubles relating to tonight blew away. You stayed like that for minutes, using up all the time you had before you were needed elsewhere, just enjoying each other's presence.
With a wet smack, Jungkook was first to break free. You stared at him with pleading eyes, wanting more of your good luck charm before the show, and you noticed him pulling something out from behind him.
With a guilty and teasing expression, four thick pieces of paper emerged from his backside, and it didn’t take you long to notice what they were.
“I stole your sheet music by the way.”
“Jungkook!”
“Oh come on, you can’t be mad, you didn’t even notice.”
Before you could think of something to say back and slap him on the wrist, you heard numerous yells from both your bandmates. They all yelled your names, searching around the plaza for where you were.
Finally turning around and heading out, Jungkook swiftly caught up to you, who was already halfway out the door, and placed a firm kiss on the side of your head, before his steps quickened and he passed you.
A smile grew on your face as you straightened your posture and continued walking out of Jungkook’s dressing room. That was until you stopped in your tracks, a genius idea crossing your mind.
If Jungkook could steal your sheet music right before your show, surely you could make a counter move?
Your smile was replaced with a smirk, and you turned on your heels, scanning his dressing room for something you could play with, and there it was. A perfect idea. Something not too bad for his performance, but playful enough for him to notice.
You took three long steps toward his pair of worn, darkened drumsticks and picked them up, examining them in your hands. They were dented and splintering, making you wonder how anyone could even play on something like this.
You took the drumsticks that had lasted him many, many years and hid them in a corner that you yourself almost forgot about, and found a brand new, fresh set of sticks to put in his pouch. They were of the same length and width, and probably the same brand.
You imagined him picking up the sticks on stage and being shocked, wondering where his old ones went. But then softening up and sharing a laugh once he realized you were the devil behind it.
His shock would last a short moment, but then he would keep playing with ease. You knew he could take it. He was incredible. Adaptation was actually one of his strong suits. It was the perfect prank.
Oh, you couldn’t wait to see his face when he realized you had played such a prank.
. . . ,
“That was great, guys, really, good job out there,” Jimin said to the three of you as you walked off the stage, hands clapping in sync with the crowd.
“Thanks, Jimin. Tough act to follow, huh?” You winked.
Out of the corner of your eye, with his arms crossed, you saw Jungkook scoff, “We’ll see about that.”
You smiled. You would see.
Leaving them to get set on stage, you took your seats in the front row, reserved for performers of the night. As you saw the boys fumble on stage and check their mics, you turned in your chair and noticed a very professional-looking man in the third row, pen in hand.
That was definitely Kim Namjoon.
“You guys reckon he liked our performance?” Savannah asked with a shaky voice, following your line of sight.
You shrugged, “Only he can tell. But whatever, it’s just a bit of fun, isn’t it?”
They nodded in agreement and immediately loosening up when you reminded them that what was done was done, and there was nothing more you could do.
As the spotlight turned on to show Taehyung in the front and centre, mic in hand, the crowd went silent.
Before this moment, when the lights had turned on, you weren’t able to see anyone's face, but now, you could see Jungkook’s expression as bright as day.
He looked down at his hands with new sticks in hand, and was covered with a look of both shock and panic. You bit your lip in victory.
Before they could start, his eyes darted to the crowd, scanning every square inch until he landed on you. The look on your face was unmistakable. The smirk on your face and relaxed posture told him everything he needed to know.
You had touched his sticks.
He looked down at them again, clenching his jaw. Fuck.
They felt uncomfortable in his hands. They were anything but worn. Almost impossible to play with. Every drummer knew to never perform on new sticks, especially if it was important.
Jungkook looked back at the crowd, this time his eyes fell on Kim Namjoon, who automatically had a displeased look on his face, making him more nervous than ever.
If there was time, he would call for a time-out and look for his old sticks, but that was made impossible the moment he heard Yoongi start playing on his bass.
The whole time throughout their show, you noticed something was off. Or rather, someone.
Taking not even a second to scan the faces of each member helped you realise that they were confused too. What was going on?
Jungkook’s playing was too fast at times, and on others it was too slow. It wasn’t anything seriously off-putting to the naked ear, but to someone who knew music, it was enough to throw the performance. And this was a room full of music students.
He had practiced hours on end, skipping lunch and coming home late. How could he stuff up right now?
You stared at him, looking for answers. As much as you wanted to win, you didn’t want him to go down like this.
Every time his hands came down to hit a drum, you saw him wince. Was he in pain? Occasionally, his eyes darted around. Not to anywhere in particular. He wasn’t focused, but he kept playing.
You couldn’t see it, but something inside you said that something was terribly wrong, and it wasn’t just nerves.
You looked back to look at the scout who wasn’t far behind, and it was a completely different expression than before. He was unimpressed. This was going terribly.
Turning back around, you saw that Jungkook was already staring at Namjoon, eyes wide with panic, and you weren’t sure if it was the light, but they looked a little too glossy.
As Bangtan finished their performance, you caught all the members turning in Jungkook's direction, just before the lights turned off. But he was already out of his seat, first to leave the stage.
Sitting up, you headed backstage, eager to talk to Jungkook. As you walked through, you turned left and right, wondering as to where he could have gone, and you finally caught sight of him, leaning against the wall, drumsticks still in hand.
“Hey, Jungkook-”
“May all the performers take the stage so the winners can be announced,” a loudspeaker boomed.
You looked around, then back at Jungkook, still wanting to have a chat. But as you took another step, Maya and Savannah grabbed you by the arms and dragged you on stage, despite your objections.
Stumbling on stage, you caught sight of Bangtan at the other end of the stage, all looking disappointed but still staring straight ahead. You saw that Jungkook was amongst them and waved to get his attention. When you made eye contact, you gave him a small smile, something to say you were proud of him. But to your surprise, he looked away.
“Thank you so much to our five lovely bands who…” your school's principal went on to announce. You tried to hold in a yawn as he blabbed about how great a job you guys did, and how there were ‘no losers’.
But only losers had that mentality.
As he finally got to the point and asked for a drumroll from the crowd, you straightened up, already knowing what the outcome of the night would be. A smile already on your face.
“And the winners are… Y/n, Savannah, and Maya!”
The crowd erupted in applause, as did the stage, and you and your teammates jumped in joy, heading to the center stage to receive your trophy.
As all the light was on you and were handed that large, golden trophy, you hugged your girls. You had definitely worked hard for this and were extremely happy that everything paid off.
It felt like hours that you were celebrating, knowing another great prize was yet to come, and each band finally headed back stage, telling you “congratulations” on the way.
“Congratulations, girls,” your principal said, shaking each of your hands while you thanked him.
“It was a wonderful performance, really. I’m glad to know we have such talented students.”
“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” a voice said, emerging from behind you.
With raised eyebrows, you let go of your principal's hand and turned to see who was just speaking. It was a voice you weren’t quite familiar with.
“M- Mr. Kim,” Savannah said, stuttering, already bowing halfway to the floor.
It was Kim Namjoon. He was looking much calmer than before and now approached you with a warm smile, pen now tucked behind his ear.
Trying to maintain your composure as the three of you were already nervous, you greeted him and told him how much of an honour it was.
“I really love your band's sound. It’s something unique. Something I’ve never heard before,” your jaw dropped. As did Savannah’s. As did Maya’s. Was he really leading up to what you thought he was? “If you’re ever looking for an agent. You know where to find me. Congratulations on the win again.”
He handed you a card, which you took slowly, examining every sharp corner. Holy shit. You had just gotten an offer.
As he left you and your girls again jumped up, squealing at the top of your lungs from joy as you watched the other bands eye you with jealousy. But you didn’t care.
You were so happy that all you wanted to do was celebrate with your boyfriend, not caring if anyone saw. Your eyes darted around the room in search of him, or even a member of his band, but they were all nowhere to be found.
Maybe they had gone home already? You weren’t sure about the other boys, but your eyes stopped on a very familiar leather jacket, which Jungkook had entered in, making you sure that he was still somewhere in the building.
Pulling away from your friends and practically skipping away, you ran off to your boyfriend's dressing room.
You didn’t bother knocking and immediately barged in, hoping he was there, and thankfully, he was. He was sitting in a position that was a little bit odd, but nothing unusual for someone who had just lost, making you think nothing of it.
“Wow, what a night!” You basically yelled. You shut the door behind you and already started ranting about what a rush everything had been.
Jungkook didn’t look up the whole time. Not when you mentioned how Namjoon had walked up to you, or how heavy the trophy felt.
He stayed in that simple position, head in his hands as he stared at the floor.
You tilted your head as the silence finally felt foreign, “Oh come on, don’t tell me you’re salty about this. We knew one of us would lose from the beginning–”
“Did you touch my sticks?”
The sound of his voice, which was sharp and forward, caught you off guard. Jungkook wasn’t one to cut you off, nor was he to use that tone with you. But at least he was talking now. Even though he still hadn’t gotten up from his position.
You blinked down at him. Then loosened up, scoffing softly, “What, you thought I would let you have the last laugh with that stunt you pulled with my sheets?”
You thought you were being playful, another session of your teasing. But he didn’t react like usual to any of your words.
Looking down at his hands now on his knees, you saw how hard he was gripping the sticks you had given him, knuckles turning white. That’s when you realized he was serious about this.
“You’re not mad, are you?” You asked hesitantly, “You’re acting like I stole your setlist or something…”
He looked up at you before you could finish your sentence, and you immediately noticed the look on his face. His eyes were glossy like you’d never seen before, threatening to spill, and his lips were in a frown. Not his usual ‘cute pout’, but an ‘almost about to break’ frown.
“It wasn’t a joke,” he said in a small voice. You heard a small crack, a break, halfway through. “The scout was here. Y/n, that was my one chance, and I- I could barely play.”
His fists unclenched, and you gasped. His hands were splintered with wood, bleeding in places you didn’t know could. They were an angry colour of red that looked shockingly painful, blistered in every square inch. And you felt your heart break.
You slowly kneeled down, leaning to gently grab his hands and observe them, scared of making them worse with your touch. He let them out for you, letting you see the severity of your actions
“I practiced so hard,” he said through sobs which he attempted to hold back. Your fingertips brushed over each small wound, and he winced.
He tried to look away from you and hide his tears. You had never seen him like this before you and you felt so fucking bad. What had you done? Why had you done that? You ruined his chances of a future in music and fucked up his hands. What kind of girlfriend were you?
“Jungkook, baby, I–” you didn’t even know what to say. You gently cupped his cheeks, letting go of his hands and wiping the tears from his cheeks while he sniffled.
You apologized multiple times, wanting him to know how sorry you really were. It had gotten so bad that you yourself were beginning to spill just from seeing him like that. But he just kept shaking his head while you continued to clean him.
“You knew how important this was to me,” he said, standing up from his seat, leaving you on the ground, your hands dropping from his face. He replaced them with his as he covered his eyes, taking a deep, shaky exhale. His voice wasn’t filled with just hurt; it was betrayal.
He wasn’t just hurt because he had lost a chance with a scout. He was heartbroken because the one person he loved had gone behind his back and sabotaged him beyond repair. Because you didn’t take his dream seriously.
“You knew,” he repeated before storming off.
“Jungkook, please–”
You didn’t know things would go down like this. You were so happy just moments ago, and maybe if you hadn’t pulled that stupid prank, he would be sharing your victory. That was all you wanted.
But instead, you made him cry. You made your big, buff, strong boyfriend shed tears for probably the first time in his life.
You let your tears slide down your face in his dressing room, where you kneeled on the floor alone. You listened to the faint voices of people celebrating outside and everything just felt empty. You should be there. With him. You were so stupid.
. . . ,
You knocked before entering his room. You used the key to enter his apartment since it seemed Taehyung wasn’t home, and you weren’t sure if it was coincidence or if he knew the state Jungkook was in.
You heard movement inside, but no words to let you in, so you went in anyway.
There again, he sat on the floor, his head in his hands, knees curled up, while tears still fell. But now at least his breathing was steadier.
You walked in and took a seat on the floor next to him, careful when going near, since you didn’t know if he hated you. After all, you wouldn’t blame him.
“Jungkook, I am so sorry.” You felt so guilty. And it became worse when he looked up to face you. His nose was red, eyes puffy and lips swollen.
You kissed him on the cheek, then the forehead, while he finally accepted your touch. You continued to apologize, the word finally beginning to sound unreal.
Reaching for something from your back pocket, you pulled out a thick white bandage that you had bought on your way here, making sure to get the perfect one without looking at the price.
You sat cross-legged in front of him in a silence that was occasionally interrupted by a sob or the sound of his tears hitting the carpet.
Pulling the white fabric across the raw skin of his palms, you bandaged him up, the colour of the bandage immediately turning red from how much he was bleeding. Your hands shook as you cleaned up falling blood with a little too much care, the exchange lasting longer than it should.
And you sat there consoling him, reminding him how much you loved him. How amazing he was, and how he would get multiple offers for Bangtan down the road. You finished by telling him how sorry you were, placing a kiss on his bloodied hand, lingering for almost too long while his breathing slowly started to quiet.
a/n: guys i feel bad ab my hiatus so i tried to whip this up quickly... its a little rushed but i did my best since i'm really busy (exams almost over!!
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VOWS OF ABSTINENCE - @fkingl0ser
"This whole interaction was new to him. Since becoming a priest, he never even dared get this close with a woman other than his mother, not risking temptation since he knew it was something he missed every day"
⚠︎ Disclaimer: The characters depicted in this post are fictionalized portrayals and are not intended to be accurate representations of the real-life individuals. Their names and likenesses are used for artistic purposes only.
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GIRL WHEN I TELL YOU IVE BEEN STARVING FOR A JK PRIEST FIC aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa like aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
finally one where we have a JK priest where reader wants it and provokes it and he wants it too but he cant aaaaaaaa YES MOMMY PLEASE
and I WILL be sinning and thinking about JK priest every night!
I like this fic bc I like this fic. Its that easy.
JK is a priest, OC is hot an unbothered, she teases him and provokes him, Taehyung is peak comedy, Jimin is sassy likeeeee ughhh I love when bts makes into a fic being bts coded, gives me all the fangirl feelings "hey thats so Jimin" like bitch, wdm Tae was dating Jennie and wants to get baptized bc they broke up, if it not V coded I dont know what it is!
Also, shout out to writer for making reader STOP at some point due to respect, bc even if I like the whole unholy, temptation and profanity shit, I like respect and consent more.
And the fic was soooo easy reading, I read it in 30 minutes, and its so good as a not native english speaker to fully understand and read without having to google words or missing some parts bc the language is not my mother tongue. This is one was easy good cool reading, absolutely looove that!
That doesnt mean its bad written NOT AT ALL, its just a warm in my heart when I can read everything.
The whole story is great, with comedy, past drama, cool characters, sexy moments, a cool guy priest RM, the sex is good too, so its a win win for me.
Actually I am still searching for priest JK fics, themes like those always catch my eyes, and theres not much about it here, I think this is the second priest JK fic that a I read, but its the first one to make me wanna talk about it.
like honestly why ppl dont fuck w profanity, that makes me sad, that makes me cry and also makes me sick, yall dont understand the potencial of a temptation priest jk, thats makes me think, much to think about...
In conclusion, I love this fic, I will search this authors blog to see if theres more from where this one came from bc I had lots of fun reading it, to me the comedy and provocation moments are where the writing shines and makes you want more of it.
and this is how I portrayed both characters
oo and its maggie again-YES IT IS
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My You part.3
Pairing: actress!reader x photographer!jungkook
Genre: fluff, crack, tension
Word count: 6.4k
Warnings: none
summary: Jungkook's best friend Taehyung asks him for a favour: to take photos of his new co-star so he can see what she looks like. He never expected to fall so hard for the girl scheduled to kiss his best friend on TV.
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“I’m in love with you!” You yelled across the coffee shop, eyes filling with tears before you could even finish your confession.
Across from you, his ears perked up, and even though you were looking at nothing but his back, you noticed the change of expression. He slowly turned on his heels, now looking you in the eyes while you blinked through blurred vision.
“What did you say?” He asked in pure confusion. Had he heard you right?
You hesitated for a moment, then started nodding rapidly, clutching your fists to your skirt like a little kid.
“I’ve loved you for years.” He continued to stare at you, and everything went quiet, making you and him the only things relevant in the coffee shop you used to come to as kids.
Beginning to sob, preparing for rejection and the loss of your best friend, you decided to keep going, knowing you were already too deep.
“I-I love how you’d give me candy when we were kids after every test. I’ve loved how just last week you walked me home from that party. I’ve loved you since-” you started to ramble on and on about how much you loved him, knowing you were embarrassing yourself and people were probably staring.
You watched him hesitate before slowly stepping toward you while you spoke. You braced yourself for him to completely ignore you and walk out the door just behind you.
“I love you so much it hurts.” His footsteps quickened, and you closed your eyes, tightening the pink fabric of your skirt as he sped toward you.
“Ha-joon, I know that you love Han-na, but I just had to tell you! I love you-” before you could finish your sentence, you felt a warm pair of lips meet yours, engulfing you whole.
Your eyes widened in shock when you realized Ha-joon hadn’t walked out the door. He hadn’t laughed at your confession… he had kissed you. His eyes were closed, and the two of you melted into each other. It felt right. It was warm, and he tasted like cherry lip balm.
Was this really happening? Was your friend that you had known since you were five, the one who lived next door, who complained to you about ‘girl troubles’, really lip to lip right now?
The fear and embarrassment you felt before were now vanishing with every second he held the kiss longer. You didn’t want to release. Neither did he. You’d dreamt of this moment, and it was 10 times better.
When he finally let you go and looked you deep in the eye, his thumb gently tapped your chin, closing your mouth that had been hanging open with a smug smile. You were left speechless and confused.
He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear while you looked up at him with glassy eyes, “Go-eun.” You didn’t dare speak. Didn’t dare ruin the moment. “I’ve loved you for years. Han-na is just a friend; the things I feel for her aren’t even close to how I feel about you.”
You felt like crying as he placed your hand over his and squeezed it hard. You let out a sigh of relief, one that you knew you were holding before your speech.
“That’s all I ever wanted to hear.”
“And…. CUT!” A voice boomed throughout the set, a loud beep following.
You let go of Taehyung’s hand and wiped it on your dress, the intimacy gone.
“Hey, not bad for a new girl,” he said, facing you with his hands now on his hips. You grinned at each other, knowing that you two indeed did well for one of your first intimate shoots.
You chuckled, “Not bad for you either. Kill me for saying this, but I never would’ve thought you were so professional, Mr. Kim,” you said teasingly, knowing he hated the name.
But still, your statement was true. Taehyung’s professionalism had surprised you at first. When the cameraman said ‘action’, he was a completely different person. He didn’t crack a joke. Didn’t stumble over his own feet. And truly made it feel like you were experiencing what your character, Go-eun, was. He was really talented.
“Ah, you make me blush, Y/n. Seriously, for someone new to the industry, you’ve got great expressions. And wow, your line delivery is on point.”
You truly appreciated his words but knew he was only being polite. More than twice in the shoot for the scene you’d just shot, people left and right had called you out for ‘not moving right,’ or them simply ‘not feeling the love.’
It was frustrating and hurtful to know how hard you had worked for this job, only to not be good enough for the people you were working around, especially when you were beside someone like Kim Taehyung.
“Thanks, Taehyung.”
Seeming to sense your insecurity, he sighed and placed a hand on your shoulder, rubbing it in comfort.
“Really, Y/n. Don’t worry about it. They’re just being harsh because they need everything to be perfect. I’m used to it by now, that’s why they focus on you, but believe me, you’re good at what you do.”
You looked up and gave him a weak smile, “Thanks. And boy, I wish they would be harsher on you. Did you really have to eat salmon for lunch? Yuck!”
You stuck your tongue out to tease him about his breath, and he let out a brotherly chuckle.
“Never in my life has a girl said yuck after making out with me. But alright, alright, I’ll carry gum on me next time.”
“You better!”
You laughed for a long moment, appreciating how the two of you had already become so close in such a short period of time. You both headed to a batch of muffins in the lounge room while continuing to talk, and were soon stopped by Aaron, the intimacy co-ordinator, whom you had already spent so much time with.
“Hey guys, mind coming over here for a sec? I just wanna practice something I think you two could work on.”
“Yeah, of course.”
Without complaining, you and Taehyung followed Aaron to the middle of the lounge, where he looked at you two standing next to each other with furrowed brows.
He proceeded to put in a few suggestions he thought could work between your characters, the behavioural switch-up necessary now that your characters, Go-eun and Ha-joon, were becoming official.
With Aaron guiding him, Taehyung placed his hand on the curve of your waist, stepping closer while nodding at his words. Aaron suggested an occasional squeeze every once in a while since he knew how fans of the show would overanalyze every small thing, and seeing a small romantic gesture like that would make them go wild.
You both nodded and took in his words, agreeing that it was something that would truly make your chemistry pop.
“Alright, now turn to face each other. Keep your hand on her, Taehyung.”
Doing as you were told, and now staring into each other's eyes, you surprisingly didn’t feel as awkward as expected.
“One step closer,” you were basically touching noses at this point, following Aaron’s orders, the rest of the world going silent to stay focused.
It was so quiet that you hadn’t realized the heavy door a few steps away from you had closed with a slam. Jungkook had entered normally but began to slow down when seeing how close and intimate a moment you and Taehyung were experiencing. As he stepped closer, he watched silently.
He kept his distance and took in you and his best friend chest to chest, with his hand on the curve of your waist, resting there like it belonged.
He didn’t let his presence be known. He watched while he felt like the odd one out. You were looking at Taehyung, Taehyung was looking at you, and Jungkook was… looking at you too. But no one spared him a glance.
Why was he feeling like this? You’re just acting. Practising for a new scene. Or something.
It was the first time he saw your serious acting face. Inexperience was clear as Taehyung stared deep into your eyes, but you still looked perfect.
For a second time, his eyes dropped to his best friend's hand on your waist, catching a squeeze.
He gritted his teeth, feeling something sharp. And he still didn’t know why.
After a moment, breaking free of your gaze, you noticed Taehyung’s head move to glance behind you, quickly releasing you to revert to his goofy self, transferring out of work mode.
“Oh, hey Jungkook!” He said, leaving you and Aaron.
Aaron sighed and waved you off without second thought, “We’ll continue with this tomorrow,” he said, knowing once Taehyung returned to his regular self, there was no chance of getting him back.
“Hey,” Jungkook responded. “Y/n,” he nodded.
“Hey, Jungkook. How are you?” You stepped away from Taehyung before finishing your sentence, arms lowering from his shoulders as Jungkook noticed you linger, unsure if it was on purpose.
He slowly moved his head up and down, mind elsewhere. “Hm? Yeah, yeah, great.”
Why was this bothering him so much? Was it showing? Could you tell?
Taehyung moved around the lounge with his head whipping around back and forth, looking for his jumper so he could leave, as the sun had already set.
“Jungkook and I were just about to go out for dinner,” he explained, still searching and throwing pillows onto the floor while you followed behind him, picking them back up.
“You should join, it’ll be fun.” As he retrieved an expensive-looking jumper, he finally turned to face you, offering a smile.
You shook your head, looking back and forth between him and Jungkook, “I would love to, but I’ve actually got dinner plans with my neighbour. Another time?”
“Yeah, sure.” It seemed that Jungkook had snapped out of his trance and answered you in record time before Taehyung had the chance, causing you both to turn to him.
Yeah, fuck, she thinks you’re weird.
Awkwardly, he scratched his neck and began looking around the room. Taehyung raised an eyebrow, “Well, I’m gonna go to the bathroom, and then we can go.”
He left without another word, skipping off to the bathroom down the hallway. It left you and Jungkook in an awkward silence, him standing just a few metres away, mouth playing with its piercing.
He exhaled, “So, um… how’s work?”
“Going well,” you assured, “everything’s still pretty new.” Your smile faltered as you recalled some of the things directors had said to you just an hour ago.
He studied you for a minute, noticing the way you bit your lip and how you fiddled with your cross necklace, one he had noticed the first time you’d met.
“Are you sure?” He could tell you weren’t being entirely truthful. He may have only known you for a short time, but you weren’t hard to read. To notice all he had to do was care.
You sighed. You didn’t even feel like lying, “It’s not at all what I thought it’d be like here. I mean, the people are lovely, the set is fantastic, but it just feels like I’m not the right fit.”
Taking a seat on the blue couch behind you, you continued, placing your chin in your palm, “I kept getting corrected during shoot, guess I’m not as good an actress as I thought.”
You softly chuckled, trying to lighten up while turning to give a weak smile at Jungkook, who had taken a seat beside you.
“The pilot comes out tonight, and I’m worried I’ll be the one dragging it down. I’m just really ready to get home, you know?”
You turned back to face the floor, still fiddling with your necklace, now unable to see Jungkook's reaction. You didn’t notice how he shuffled in his seat, thinking of what to say.
He didn’t like that look on you. He recalled the same look on Taehyung not long before and feared you might fall into a hole many actors had experienced. He didn’t want that for you.
A hand on his right knee twitched. He brought it up slowly, contemplating whether a pat on the back would help you in the slightest. He wasn’t very good at comfort. Nor was he at giving advice. So he quickly retracted it before you could notice his awkwardness.
He pursed his lips before speaking, “You just need to practice more.”
“What?” You asked, turning with a raised eyebrow.
His eyes widened at your sudden movement, cheeks turning a faint shade of pink as he realised how his words may have come across.
“N-not like that. I meant that you just… need to get used to the environment.”
“Oh, so you agree that I suck?” You teased.
“No, no, no,” He repeated, shaking his head quickly so you wouldn’t get the wrong idea.
“Jungkook, I’m only joking.”
Jungkook to you was an interesting individual. He was covered in piercings, tattoos from head to toe and wouldn’t be caught dead in anything other than black. At first glance, most (including you) would assume that he was some kind of major Playboy. The kind that got high every second day and worked in a bar.
But instead, he was quieter than most. He was definitely talking more than when you first met, his sentences per day going from one to two.
Behind his awkwardness, he was always kind, despite not knowing what to say, and it was clear that he was an incredible friend to Taehyung, even though he didn’t show it. And for a man who looked so intimidating, he was surprisingly gullible.
“Don’t let it get to your head, Y/n,” he said, getting more serious. His words began reminding you of your friend Namjoon.
“I’ve been here for 5 minutes and saw about thirty seconds of you and Tae working. I think you looked amazing, and I’ll be watching tonight. I’m sure you’ll look even better on screen.”
A light inside of you flared. Like a small candle that mimicked the size of his words. They weren’t anything extraordinary or beyond what you expected from someone trying to make you feel better. But it was enough to fill your whole body with a comfortable warmth that already had you relaxing.
You had been so worried about the show's release. And one thing that made you even more anxious was the fact that Taehyung wasn’t bothered one bit. He had full confidence in you, as did the staff, and you prayed that you were able to deliver.
You stayed quiet for a moment. The two of you just made light eye contact while he offered a small smile that made you realise it was something you had never seen on his face before.
Your emotions were definitely heightened at hearing such a compliment, but now was the moment that you realised how incredibly handsome he was. Sure, you didn’t think he was ‘ugly’ or anything before, but now it was different.
You noticed how he differed from Taehyung. Radiating a completely different energy that had you questioning how they were so close.
“You should smile more,” was all you answered with. You didn’t know why, but a simple thank you just didn’t seem like enough for right now. Didn’t feel appropriate.
His grin twitched at your unexpected compliment; he was taken aback, causing the apples of his cheeks to squish further and turn red.
He turned away out of embarrassment, and you both were unsure of what to say next. Thankfully, Taehyung came around and saved the day as per usual.
“We ready to go?” He asked, coming around the corner and still wiping his wet hands on his jeans. A trail of toilet paper followed behind him, but you and Jungkook both decided not to tell him, eager for him to embarrass himself the rest of the night.
Jungkook's hands brushed his pants as he stood up, smile reverting to his normal, straight, slightly pouty look.
“Yeah,” he turned to you, still on the couch, before walking out. You stayed there, again looking at the floor with a glum expression, one that made his heart ache as if it were his fault. He thought for a minute, thinking of what to offer to lighten your mood, even if slightly.
“You want a ride?”
You looked up, not exactly shocked, but taken aback. “You sure?” You didn’t want to be a bother, but you didn’t have a car and finding a cab this late at night would be tough.
He nodded, “Yeah, it’s on the way.”
You chuckled; neither of the boys knew where you lived, and you both knew it. He was obviously just trying to be polite.
“That would be great.”
He gestured for you to stand up, keys in hand, while he let you go out first and followed close behind.
“Oh, I call shotgun!” Taehyung yelled out while skipping, suddenly realising that there were now three of them.
Jungkook shot him down immediately, “Yeah, no. Last time you shoved your phone in my face while I was on the highway. Y/n can sit in the front.”
It’s not like he was lying. Taehyung really had done that.
“What! But I’m your best friend!”
“Yeah, but I want to live. Let’s go.”
You giggled at their bickering. They were close, and it was nice to be welcomed into their circle.
As you walked up next to a pouting Taehyung, you gave him a small pat on the back. You followed with a teasing smile, playing with his face at the fact that you were sitting in the front seat.
Behind you, Jungkook’s eyes fixated on your hand on his friend's back, and he felt his jaw clench, still knowing he had no right to feel that way.
The drive started louder than expected.
Somehow, Taehyung had hacked Jungkook's Spotify from the back seat and began playing loud, bass-boosted music that lacked any real words. He flicked through the songs back and forth for what felt like forever, not letting a single one last more than twenty seconds till he decided it “didn’t fit the vibe.”
You could see Jungkook beside you, trying to contain himself, biting the inside of his cheek to hold himself back. But when he heard the volume increase to something just a little too high, he drew the line.
His hand reached out and turned the radio off completely, “absolutely not,” he muttered, turning the dial without looking.
Taehyung gasped out loud, long and exaggerated, “You always do this. You hate fun.”
“And you never learn.” He responded flatly.
You let out a small laugh from the passenger's seat as you watched Taehyung and Jungkook go back and forth. Taehyung was pouting, Jungkook continued to respond with three-word sentences or fewer, and you began to chime in every now and then.
It felt easy to be around them. You didn’t have to try to fit in or think hard about what you said.
It stayed like that for a while, til Taehyung had finally given up and turned to rest his head on the window with his hand loosely grasped around his phone in defeat. You weren’t sure if he was sleeping or just simply zoned out.
For the rest of the short drive that was now quiet, you and Jungkook stayed in a comfortable silence, commonly interrupted by the sounds of Taehyung mumbling something incoherent that had you holding in a laugh.
After multiple short glances that Jungkook couldn’t help but notice, he finally exhaled and struck up a conversation.
“Sorry, you must be annoyed by us fighting all the time.”
You smiled and shook your head, “Not at all. You guys remind me of my friends back home.”
“Do you… Like it here?”
“It’s great. The people I’ve met here really are lovely.”
Jungkook quietly drove in front of your building while you continued to talk about settling in, the similarities and differences, even about your new neighbour, Hoseok. He turned off the engine, listening as you kept talking, nodding along to what you said to show his attentiveness.
As you finished talking, you were left in another moment of silence, the sound of surrounding traffic faint in the background. It felt different now. Smaller, somehow.
“Thanks for dropping me off, you didn’t have to.”
“Don’t worry about it. Sometimes it’s nice to have company other than this idiot in the back,” he said, gesturing toward a very asleep Taehyung while maintaining eye contact.
He looked at you for a second longer than he meant to, grip tightening around the steering wheel. You looked with your head tilted gently on the headrest.
“You guys are really close, aren’t you?” You asked softly, filling the silence.
“Yeah. He gets on my nerves a lot, though,” he joked, glancing back at his friend and obviously dodging any conversation that could get sentimental. He wasn’t good at showing emotions, but he was clearly good at hiding them.
Even though he didn’t act like it, you could tell there was love there. Thinking about their bond and the way he looked at him had your mind flickering back to the thought of you and Jihyo. It still felt weird without her.
“It’s nice to have someone like that. Thanks for the ride again, Jungkook,” you said as you turned to reach the door handle, hesitating for a second before opening.
You heard a soft “goodnight” just as you stepped out, and you finally headed toward the doors of your building. It had gotten dark so quickly, causing you to watch your step as your heels clicked on the pavement.
You greeted the doorman as he ushered you indoors, and you glanced over your shoulder, watching Jungkook’s car drive off with a fading sound.
Continuing your way to your flat, you headed up quietly, humming along to the faint elevator music that you had already grown familiar with.
You found yourself reminiscing about your experiences with Jungkook, looking for something to keep your mind occupied. It was funny to you how you would’ve never thought he would be so kind, nor would you enjoy his company so much when thinking about your first, awkward interaction. Taehyung too.
The elevator dinged softly, pulling you out of it.
As you stepped onto your floor, you reached for your keys, fumbling into your purse, when you heard a voice yell out in front of you.
“Yah! Y/n, you’re late!”
You looked up to see Hoseok standing in his door frame, with his hands on his hips and a raised eyebrow.
“Sorry, sorry, I know. Work ran late,” you said, hands coming up in a prayer motion as if begging for forgiveness.
He clicked his tongue dramatically, leaning onto the door frame, “First week in Seoul and you’re already ditching me. Didn’t know you were a player, Y/n.”
You rolled your eyes, shifting your weight, “Oh, shush. What’re we eating tonight?”
He hesitated for a moment, then pushed himself off the wall and gestured for you to step inside, his smile changing from displeased to slightly guilty.
With a raised eyebrow, you slowly curved around his arm and entered his apartment. You were immediately welcomed with the bitter smell of burnt chicken and a line of smoke doing loops throughout the hallway.
Looking at the kitchen full of discarded pans, flour (somehow) on the walls, and a smudge of what you hoped was chocolate from a failed dessert, a frown found home on your face, and you turned to look at your obviously clumsy neighbour.
“How did this even happen?” You asked, the sound of something sizzling still faint in the background.
He chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck, “So, I may have overestimated my cooking skills. By a lot. And now, um, my lungs are full of smoke.”
You laughed while taking in a large smear of flour on his cheek that you hadn’t noticed before.
He looked at you with a sour expression, smile twitching, “Alright, alright, kill me for trying.”
You wiped tears from the corners of your eyes, still laughing at his poor attempts at a rotisserie chicken, taking a final look at the crime scene before you.
He stayed there, tapping his foot with crossed arms.
“Come on, big guy. We can get take-out at my place. It’s like a bomb went off in here.”
You waved a hand in front of your face, clearing the smoke as you headed out the door with Hoseok following close behind.
“So,” Hoseok started, swinging his legs on the stool of your kitchen counter. He took a large gulp mid-sentence, swallowing a mouthful of fried chicken, “How are things in Seoul? It’s been only a week, right?”
You wiped your mouth with a napkin, covering it with your hand as you began to reply, “mhm, first week. And it’s definitely different to Busan, but not in a bad way.”
He nodded slowly, taking in what you said. (And another piece of chicken.) “What brings you here anyway?”
“Oh, haven’t I told you already?” He shook his head. You assumed you had already talked to him about your situation since ‘what brings you here’ is usually the number one topic of conversation with people you meet.
“I got a role in a film set here and had to fly out. It’s my first real gig, pretty exciting, right?”
His ears perked up, eyebrows raising. He placed his chopsticks down on the counter and slowly clicked his tongue.
“You… you’re starring in a film?”
“Mhm.”
“Set here in Seoul?”
“Yep.”
“Who are you working with?”
“Kim Taehyung,” you responded absentmindedly, focusing on your takeout.
Hoseok slammed his hands down in front of him, gasping out loudly, “holy shit, you’re Y/n Y/l/n!”
You jumped at the sudden movement, eyes ripping away from your food and widening at the sight of your neighbour, who was now staring at you with his jaw all the way to the floor.
You shrugged, “Yeah… what did you forget?”
He shook his head frantically, “No, no. I mean, you’re THAT Y/n.”
“Which, ‘Y/n’?” You asked, hands resting on the counter and tone mimicking his.
“The one starring in My You!”
“Oh yeah, that’s me.”
It was shocking to you how much of a reaction your friend had made. I mean, sure, the role was big, but you didn’t know it was that big.
“I’m living next door to a movie star!” He clapped his hands together, expression now replaced with a big smile. “God, I can’t believe it! I’ve been seeing your name on the news every day, but they never had a photo. I didn’t realise it was you!”
“Why’s this such a big deal? I mean, for me it’s a job, but why’s everyone else going nuts about it?” You asked, genuinely curious.
He scoffed as if you had just asked him simple addition, “‘Why’s everyone going nuts?’ For one, you’re working with Kim Taehyung, the nation's sweetheart. And two, My You is one of the biggest book series in Seoul. Hell, in the whole of Korea!”
Your head tilted with confusion, “Really? In Busan, it’s pretty niche.”
“Psh, Busan doesn’t count.” You ignored his comment, “Y/n, do you realise how anticipated this is? Do you even watch the news? This is planned to be one of the biggest releases in the past ten years! Everyone already knows your name.”
You brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, biting your lip. You had never realised, much less expected, how much people had been waiting for this to drop. It was a whole complete weight set on your shoulders that you hadn’t even thought of five minutes ago.
Regardless, you would’ve tried your hardest and put out your best performance to please, but now it was different. Now you had to try your hardest.
You hesitated for a moment, “Are you serious?”
“Yes, of course!” He quickly grabbed his phone from his back pocket, thumbs fumbling on the screen until he finally showed you what he was looking for.
You leaned over the counter and squinted. He had searched up the local news station, and there it was, dozens of headlines with your name plastered on them, beside the words ‘My You’ and ‘Kim Taehyung.’ Suddenly, you were grateful that you never found the time to sign up for an Instagram account, making stations unable to add a face to your name.
You were already famous, and you didn’t even know it.
“Holy shit.”
“Mhm. Can’t believe you didn’t know this was a big deal, are you even right for the job?” He joked.
“Oh shut up,” you nudged his shoulder playfully, “but that is crazy. My sister Jihyo bought me my copy in the eighth grade, and no one I knew had read it before me.”
He shrugged, “Busan is a weird place, my darling.”
You bit your lip hard out of anxiousness, “the first episode comes out tonight. You think me not knowing how big this is will be bad?”
He sighed, “Well, I don’t think so. But it’s always good to keep it in mind.”
You both took a sip of your wine that had been untouched for minutes, processing the information that you both had been given.
Hoseok was shocked that a girl he assumed was regular and like anyone else was a well-known star, and you were surprised that your show was so famous. And that Hoseok was clearly such a fan of it, too.
“Now I can understand why you moved out for this.” His tone softened after the sudden breakout. Conversation now turning regular, “How long have you been acting?”
“Since a teen, I guess. Nothing professional, though. Just schools and practice.”
“And your sister? Is she in the industry, too?”
You shook your head, “No, no, she would never. She’s still in Busan, probably working in a boring office job. I never know what she’s up to at work.”
“Hm, interesting. So you came here by yourself? Any friends or family here?”
“Nope. Just me. First time alone. First time travelling too,” you corrected.
You looked up, and your neighbour actually looked impressed, “Wow. That takes guts. You’re what, twenty?” You nodded, “and you’re moving here without anyone. That’s awesome for you.”
You sighed, “Thanks. Tough getting used to. I have to pay my own phone bill now.”
He laughed, covering his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Well, you are so very extremely lucky to be put right next to the amazing Jung Hoseok-”
His exaggerated session of self-love, where he was about to tell you what a gift from god it was to be neighbours with him, was cut short when you heard a loud buzz come from your apartment intercom.
“Oh, saved by the bell, aren’t I?” You teased as he stuck a tongue out at you, offended at the timing of your buzzer.
You headed over to the hallway where the intercom was, shoes clicking on the floors, as you’d forgotten to take them off.
“Hello?” You spoke into it, waiting for a response.
It was quiet for a moment, and you wondered if anyone was even there. That was till you heard a deep voice clear its throat before speaking, “Y/n?”
Your back straightened. The voice was manly, something you definitely recognised, but had trouble placing. You checked your watch, and it had almost hit midnight. Who do you know that would be here at this time?
You were about to ask who it was, but the person on the other side thankfully must have gotten the hint in the moments of silence where you had been pondering, “It’s Jungkook.”
Oh. It’s Jungkook.
Wait, why’s Jungkook here?
“Oh, hey,” you said, not bothering to hide your confusion, “what’s up?”
“Uhm, you left your coat in my car. Thought I’d drop by to give it back to you.”
“Oh, I didn’t even realise, thank you. I’ll be down in the lobby in just a minute.”
“Yeah, of course, I’ll wait for you.”
You left the buzzer and returned to the kitchen when your friend was, smile already cheeky, holding an intrigued expression.
“Whose Jungkook?” He asked, putting a breathy voice on his name.
You rolled your eyes and brushed him off, “nobody. I’ll be back in just a sec. Don’t blow up my place.”
You were already headed out the door with your keys in hand when you heard Hoseok yell from out behind you, “Don’t get held up with another man, Y/n,” he teased with a devilish chuckle.
You rolled your eyes again and closed the door behind you softly.
As you rode down in the elevator, you thought about how careless you had to have been to forget your coat in someone else's car. That was expensive. What if it had been a cab? This is why you couldn’t have nice things. At least Jungkook was one to keep it safe, rather than sell it online.
As the doors opened, you saw Jungkook already there. He stood slightly off to the side, leaning on the receptionist's desk, looking like a lost puppy, unsure of where to be. You noticed one half of his rested loosely in his pocket, the other holding your coat wrapped around his arm.
When he saw you, his posture straightened instantly, and his eyes flicked up to yours as you approached, never leaving until actually coming face to face.
He paused for a moment as he saw you up close. For some reason, it had felt like years without seeing your face, and he completely forgot what brought him here.
He was brought back to reality with the sound of you clearing your throat, “You forgot this,” he mumbled, just loud enough for you to hear, stepping forward and holding it out.
His voice was quieter than you remembered. Or maybe it was the setting.
“Thank you so much,” you said, taking it from him carefully. Your fingers brushed the fabric as you pulled it closer, feeling him hesitate, letting it go for some reason. “I didn’t even realise I forgot it. That would’ve been terrible.”
He shrugged, “It’s no problem,” voice barely above a whisper.
You paused for a moment, adjusting the coat over your arm. The silence wasn’t awkward, just slightly empty, and neither of you knew what to do next.
“You didn’t have to come all the way down here; you could’ve given it to me at work.”
He opened his mouth to say something, but ended up shutting it.
His hand went to the back of his neck, rubbing once, embarrassed at how you had called him out on something he didn’t even realise. “Yeah, sorry. That… probably would’ve been smarter. I don’t know why I came so late.”
You tilted your head slightly, “How did you know my apartment number anyway?”
“I talked to your doorman,” he said, nodding toward the man dressed in red up front.
“Ah, yeah. That’s Tony,” you let out a small laugh, “he gives out anything to anyone. A bad habit, really, if you’re a target.”
That got a faint response from him, a weak chuckle that wasn’t accompanied by a full smile.
Another silence washed over you, and Jungkook shifted his weight, then paused. Like he was about to leave, but wasn’t sure it was the right time.
You pursed your lips together, rocking back on your heels, thinking of something to say. Anything to spare you the awkwardness. “Hey, I’ve got a friend over, we’re just eating some dinner and talking. You want to join?”
You didn’t know if asking would be weird without Taehyung there. You and Jungkook weren’t that close and hardly ever hung out without him.
He stopped for a moment, clearly considering your offer before ultimately declining, “No, it’s alright. I should head home.”
He wasn’t going to tell you, but he lived in the complete other direction, and the drive home would be anything but fun. He started heading out before you could even say “good night” or offer to give him just a tour.
You nodded to yourself as he vanished from your view, “Next time,” you mumbled. It was only human for you to want a guest who wasn’t already from your building.
He left too quickly. Something said it was too soon and you should call him back to strike up another conversation, but what were you to say?
The elevator ride had you pondering how thoughtful a man Jungkook was. You found yourself smiling at the thought of him panicking while seeing your coat in the passenger seat, already coming up with a plan to give it back to you as soon as possible.
How random of him to come at midnight. Truly. Even your friends back at home would need to be paid to go out of their way.
You stepped through the door to your apartment, and you weren’t surprised to be met with an empty bucket of wings and a very guilty-looking Hoseok surrounded by saucy tissues.
“How was Jungkook?” He asked with that same ridiculous tone.
You sighed, smile dropping to hide any misunderstanding, “Fine. He gave me my coat back, I forgot it in his car,” you said, waving it in his face as proof.
Hoseok looked shocked for a minute, then playfully leaned in and raised his eyebrows, “Wow, didn’t know you were one to do it in the backseat. First week in Seoul and you’re already scandalous. I underestimated you.”
Your jaw dropped, and you slapped him on the head playfully, faking an angry expression, “You're lucky I have a reputation to uphold.”
He chuckled, “Don’t worry, I’m joking, I’m joking. Now,” he wiped his hands for the nth time, rubbing them on his jeans, asking, “shall we order dessert?”
And you couldn’t help but think about how much more fun this could be with one or two more guests. Maybe someone colder to add contrast.
a/n: in the month of april i've been sent gore/ dismembered bodies, scammed on this very app, shamed for my looks bc stupid boys are trying to be funny, and am lowkey breaking out. i'm so sorry, next chapter will be better. happy may. taglist: @lackingdopaminesince2007 @songbyeonkim @mikrokookiex @mar-lo-pap @nastypinkbunny @sheshya @winnie1711 @gukkie7 @nesnestete @heartstringsweaver
Mention the authors ( mention so let them know)who do you think is best at expressing feelings and putting words together beautifully? ‘How can someone be so skilled at portraying emotions in words and crafting a unique storyline?’ Kind of authors you have even read a Drabble , one-shot, series or anything…
- 🧀 cheese anon on the way to ask everyone
in terms of writers who keep me up at 3am to finish reading...
@kjhmyg @dreamersparacosm and @gukcnt
Are you like REALLY? reading ink without name? Or was it an accidental like on my 6th chapter by you😭😭😭😭
stop you're so funny for this, I had a plan to read/ begin it later tonight 😉
I almost died when I saw the chat say ‘deactivated’ 💀 I thought the same thing that happened to Cici had happened to you and you had deleted your account 🥲
Oh god, literally everyone is getting trauma from this 💔
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I’m pretty sure you all got a message saying ‘i need to talk’ or more about your account being reported. IT IS A SCAM. The same thing happened to me and stupidly so I have in and he hacked my account. I’m so sorry girls.
What i did to get my account back;
I messaged the tumblr support team with screenshots involved, so they gave me a link to reset the password and disable the 2FA that the hacker has set. but once you get ur account back please do set a strong password and turn on 2FA!
Im so sorry this has happened babes.
hi everyone, i just again wanted to mention how awful this situation must be for this writer guqcii since she has deleted her acc. there were multiple posts about reporting her acc and somewhat boycotting her posts as a result of the scamming coming from her acc (WHICH OBVIOUSLY WAS THE RIGHT DECISION AS MANY WERE AFFECTED), but she still worked very hard on her posts to build a community and as a writer and someone who also fell for the trick, i cant help but feel sorry. from what ive known shes apologised to everyone after getting her acc back and i hope to see her somewhere on this app again.
girl what did u put in my you this is so diabetic i'm sat for more - 🍅
sugar, spice, and everything nice
What a relief that you got your account back! I saw a reblog from your other account and panicked, thinking about how lost and troubled you must have been. Sending you lots of love.🥰 🥺🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍
Oh i was definetely going insane. Scammers are so mean but im glad im broke enough to not send the money. Ty for the love and stay safe 🫶🫶
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I’m pretty sure you all got a message saying ‘i need to talk’ or more about your account being reported. IT IS A SCAM. The same thing happened to me and stupidly so I have in and he hacked my account. I’m so sorry girls.
What i did to get my account back;
I messaged the tumblr support team with screenshots involved, so they gave me a link to reset the password and disable the 2FA that the hacker has set. but once you get ur account back please do set a strong password and turn on 2FA!
Im so sorry this has happened babes.
obviously to everyone who receieved a msg know that this of course was not this accs fault. we are all victims here (that sounds sentimental asf damnn)
hi everyone, i was previously hacked for a short time and made a new account but thankfully I've regained access to this account and changed passwords so there's nothing to worry about. big thanks to everyone who assisted me in this process.
just moments ago someone reblogged my post and replied with a photo of a dismembered body. no matter if it was real or ai its really fucked up and disturbing to share something like that so i wanted to mention it just to make sure you all can be careful. for some reason tumblr wasnt allowing me to report them but the account was @ Clevernecromansercascade. please be safe and watch out for posts like this
i've literally loved everything you've written since zipper SO are you now tempted to write a oneshot with an angry love confession in the rain now that bts did a rainshow 😼
oh babe you read my mind