Jungkook’s door only opens for you when there’s a barter: a trade of lust and haze. But today you knock for something more, as intriguing as it is frightening – and you hope it doesn’t close his door forever.
➳ contents & warnings: artist/fuckboy!JK, annoying parents, endearing friends, lots of smut and fluff, misunderstandings; and more chapter specific warnings! | 18+
➳ current word count: 207.7k
➳ status: ongoing
➳ cmi’s mood: still with you and my you by Jungkook | collaborative playlist 🎶
summary: Growing up you only had one goal: beat Jeon Jungkook. Sometimes you’d win, other times you’d lose. Sometimes he’d lose, other times he’d win. But you’d both walk away from the match thinking the other was the lucky one.
pairing:jungkook x fem!reader
rating/genre: 18+ Minors DNI | sports au, e2l/r2l, angst, fluff, smut
word count: 27.1K
chapter summary: The trials and tribulations of agreeing to be Jeon Jungkook’s doubles partner hit you all at once.
warnings/notes: typos probably, poem mentioned: you fit into me by margaret atwood, explicit language, reader’s walls coming down?, possible partners in crime, is this their friendship arc?, jungkook and his secrets, uh oh wooshik caught trying to make moves on reader, jungkook is so jealous, perilla leaf!jk really comes out, he has no chill, what jk wants he gets, kinda sub jk, soft dom reader, light nipple play, oral (m. receiving), deep throating, throat fucking, taint licking bc he deserves the pampering, shower sex, jk has a slutty waist, reader loves it, heavy making out, they’re kinda like…soft, they’re kind of in their friends with benefits (just kidding they’re in denial and in love) era because it’s me and i love drama, i think that’s it but if i missed anything please let me know, i hope you enjoy, my loves <3
Summary: Soulmates were a common occurrence, so common, in fact, that the world sought an easier way to find your other half: A bracelet that would scan your mark and match you with those who shared your mark. Within recent years, soul groups were becoming normal, and your own bracelet said you have seven matches.
Or where you wear your bracelet for ten years, and finally give up the hope you would find your soul group, only for BTS to put theirs on and see what they were missing.
feelings may not be the object of your desires but maybe money is.
whether it’s lucking out on an expensive yacht, dining amongst the finest within a dynasty or just looking for something rich to sedate your hunger; this is the place for you.
lavish, luxurious and lascivious are words people would use to describe worldwide heartthrob jeon jungkook. join myself, sarah and savannah as we take you beyond the city skyline and straight into your deepest and most deluxe desires. after all, what is more priceless than the lifestyles of the rich and shameless?
title: bloody luxury — @caelesjjk
pairing: vampire!jungkook x human-club-dancer!freader
genre(s) & au(s): wealth au, modern vampire au, pwp
summary: you’re not in the mood for his spoiled ass tonight. he’s bossy and borderline rude. a bloodthirsty deviant with his eyes set on you and only you.
title: rules are rules — @jeonjcngkook
pairing: editor-in-chief!jungkook x literary-agent-manager!freader
summary: there’s glitz, glamour and enough gucci and givenchy to last a lifetime as you attend the annual networking event on behalf of the company you work for. as you circle the crowd searching for new clients to associate with, the one person you certainly weren’t favouring on seeing tonight appears, offering you a once in a lifetime opportunity to rectify your ten month conflict.
title: uncharted waters — @tattookoo
pairing: president’s son!jungkook x journalist!freader
summary: having landed the promotion of your dreams, you’re finally given the chance to interview the president’s son in light of his irresponsible spending habits with tax-payer’s money. aboard his family’s super yacht, you find yourself getting the answer you didn’t know you needed.
➻ banner credit: sarah (caelesjjk)
➻ html credit: savannah (jeonjcngkook)
➻ please note: there will be no taglist for this collab, sorry. please be sure to follow the writers for updates!
— summary: You never expected that you would end up adopting a hybrid, and if someone had told you that you would end up with seven? Well, you would have thought they were crazy. But here you are, with three different packs of hybrids that don’t get along – but all want to stay with you. Yeah, it turns out crazy is an understatement.
— pairing: hybrid bts x human f!reader
— genre: fluff, angst, smut
— warnings/content: explicit sexual content! handjob (lol), mild sub!tae vibes
— word count: 8.3k
Part: I / II / III / IV / V / VI / VII / VIII / IX / X / XI / Find more chapters here!
Early access to chapter 20 and 21 can be found in the author’s note at the end!
You squirm, grumbling in your sleep, as a hot puff of air hits your throat. Twisting your head to the side does little to deter the ticklish sensation, something soft brushing along the slope of your neck.
The comfortable weight resting over your hips won’t allow you to flip over on your side to escape, but you’re too warm and cosy to bother opening your eyes to find out who’s keeping you trapped.
You’re being scented gently, almost timidly, and it slowly begins to lull you back to sleep.
The tender motion of someone nosing at your throat and nuzzling against your skin in the morning has become familiar to you by now, as it’s a certain bunny hybrid’s favourite way of waking you up.
The weight on your middle shifts, and you reach blindly for long soft ears as you mutter out a slurred, “-Jeongguk?"
You get a short, petulant whine in response, a set of sharp canines nipping at your throat.
Summary: After one fateful night, you find yourself transmigrated into your favorite novel as the Empress that shares the same name as you. As a bookworm, most would think you’d be happy, but how could you be happy when the Empress you’ve become is expected to be killed in three months. The only thing on your mind now is to learn how to survive.
Warning: May contain depictions of violence and mentions of abuse throughout the story. Multiple people crying in this one.
Masterlist
<< previous chapter | ♡ | Side Story #1 >>
Morning light comes peeking through the curtains of your window while you remain curled in bed contemplating whether you want to be a productive member of society or not.
It’s been almost a year since you returned back to your world and you’ve never been the same. You tried getting into online dating but no one could ever come close to the seven men you’ve fallen so hard for.
Every man you meet you can’t help but compare them only to get disappointed in the end when they don’t meet your standards. It’s been hard getting used to living here again after living in what you would consider your dream world.
An annoying notification dings in your phone, prompting you to groan knowing you have to leave soon. And so you reluctantly get out of bed, letting out a tired yawn as you stretch your body. You make your way to your closet and grab a change of clothes to start your day.
Heading to the kitchen, you find Seulgi leaning against the counter staring out of the window in a daze. It’s a Sunday morning so she doesn’t have work today.
“Morning,” you say. The girl greets you right back with a small smile.
“Mornin’,” she takes a sip of her tea, taking notice of your clothes, “what’s the plan for today? Going out?” A slight hopeful tone in her voice, pleased to see you’re getting out of the apartment.
You nod your head, “I’m meeting with Adrien over coffee, you wanna join us?” you offer, but she just shakes her head.
“I’m meeting with my brother for lunch, but do tell him I said hi and that I miss him,” she answers, taking another sip of her tea.
You nod your head, you were planning to do that anyway without her even telling you.
“How are you feeling?”
Since the return, she made it a habit to ask how you’ve been, never once missing a day. You’re grateful, but sometimes you aren’t in the mood to be talking about your feelings.
RATING&GENRE: 18+, college au, fwb to lovers, smut, angst, fluff
STATUS: Ongoing
☆ PART ONE | >21k<
The annual camping trip with your friend group was supposed to be the turning point in your relationship with Jungkook. But what happens when your best friend of 18 years unexpectedly comes back from Busan and confesses to you, further complicating matters?
☆ PART TWO | >20k<
Jisung still has feelings for you, even though he'll never admit it. So when he starts dating someone who looks way too much like you, and then shows up unannounced on the same day that Jungkook does, well, let's just say Jungkook is done playing games.
Summary: Alex and Jungkook have been best friends since childhood –actual best friends. She is NOT in love with him, for real, and wishes people would stop assuming that. Why does no one question if he’s in love with her? Huh? But it might have to do with his successful fuckboy status, while Alex is very much… not that. Which is fine and doesn’t matter! Until Jimin’s impending wedding leaves her eager for a date and willing to put herself out there, and Jungkook can’t believe what happens next.
Fuckboy Best Friend JK x OC
CW and tags: fuckboy behavior, jealousy, pining, heartbreak, angst, bad language, explicit sex, sexy photos, alcohol, f2l, who knows what else I'm making it up as we go
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Previous Chapter | Masterlist
Four years later
“Hm.”
Jungkook nearly ran into Alex’s back as she stopped short in front of an aged metal sign. He pressed his hands on her shoulders and looked over her head at the circle with the line through it over words in a language they didn’t understand.
“That won’t stop me, I can’t read!”
“It’s pretty obviously telling you no,” Jungkook argued. “On what planet does a circle with a slash through it mean yes?”
“It kind of looks like the no parking sign,” Alex countered. “So we won’t park here.”
“Alex–”
“Come on, fuddy duddy, you tired? Besides, that guy didn’t tell us not to,” she said, and set off.
Jungkook hesitated despite the taunting grin she threw over her shoulder. Yes, they had talked to “a guy” –an old man with a herringbone cap and a brown dog with no leash that made Jungkook long for their baby at home. The man spoke Croatian and Russian only, which unfortunately was not on the very short list of languages Alex and Jungkook spoke. After gesticulating and trying various phrases in French, Italian, and German that they’d picked up in the last six weeks, he’d nodded “ein wenig” about the German and the had traded short German vocabulary words back and forth: Berg, Burg, Brücke.
How do we reach that ruined castle we see on that hill? That’s what they’d been trying to figure out.
He’d pointed them up the road, but for all they knew, that meant go to hell and it was just a coincidence they’d seen an opening in the stone wall. He overestimated their German and didn’t seem confident in his own. It didn’t reassure Jungkook one bit.
“There’s a path!” Alex called back to him. “Path means yes!”
Jungkook slowed and studied the “path” she stood so proudly on, a narrow, uneven ordering of flat stones and logs.
When he didn’t rush forward, she crossed her arms under her tits and challenged, “What’s the problem? You said we could find a way up.”
“Yeah…” He fidgeted, hands in his pockets, and tried to see the crumbling stone towers they’d spotted from the road but it was impossible from this angle through the trees. “It’s just we already got in trouble with the cops once since we got to Croatia–”
“We didn’t get in trouble, they just helped us figure out how to pay the fare.” That was true, they had actually been very nice, but it didn’t change that they’d gotten caught after Jungkook had been so confident no one would care about a couple tourists without stamped tram tickets. Oops. He still felt like an asshole.
“I don’t want to go to a European jail.”
“Yeah, me either!”
“They won’t send you to jail, you’ll be all cute and innocent looking and they’ll call your mom, but my tats will get me thrown in the slammer and you’ll have to get the President involved to get me out–”
“I really don’t think it’ll be like that,” Alex snickered. Jungkook didn’t honestly either. The truth was just that his stomach couldn’t handle any more anxiety right now, and getting lost outside a Croatian town during an innocent after lunch stroll only to hike a random-ass mountain to see a crumbled old building and possibly break a leg or get arrested for trespassing was just not on his European bingo card.
She sighed and hopped back down to him. She took his arms and he quickly let go of the things in his pocket so he wouldn’t send them flinging as she shook him.
“Babe.”
“Al.”
“Babe,” she said again. “I promise to do all the talking if we get arrested. I’ll do the blowjobs. I’ll do whatever it–”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he scowled.
“But I really think it’s fine. There’s no chain across the opening. There’s a path. And I really want to.”
“Why?”
“Because we walked so fucking far on my little stubby legs after you got us lost–”
“Oh, I did–”
“And I want it to be worth it by discovering a cool secret castle.”
“You don’t even know if that’s a castle,” he pointed out.
“The guy said so.”
“Berg and Burg don’t sound different enough for you to know for sure! He might just have been saying ‘you dumb fucks, it’s just a mountain, go to hell.’”
She sighed and pulled him into a hug. He towered over her but she dragged his head down to her shoulder even though it deeply hunched him, and stroked his back.
“Sh sh sh.”
“I’m just tired of castles,” he admitted. “We’ve seen castles in Spain and France and Germany and Italy and Austria and Sweden and Poland–”
“We didn’t see castles in Poland.”
“Oh, was it churches then? Cemeteries?”
He sighed and sank down on a fallen log and spread his legs out. They hurt, and if his legs hurt, he didn’t know how Alex was still standing. Except that now as they neared the end of their eighth week backpacking around Europe, he had learned this was how she was when things went wrong. When their train had broken down in the middle of the night in a small German town in the middle of nowhere, when the hostel they’d booked in Sweden turned out to be an empty warehouse and they had to drag their things through the pouring rain to find a new place and that was right after the boat from Denmark made them so seasick, when the trains went on strike in Paris and they got stranded for an extra two days than they’d planned, when–
Listing them out, none seemed as disastrous as they had felt at the time. It turned out backpacking was fucking hard. Changing countries every three to seven days for weeks on end was fucking exhausting. And as eager as they had been to see as many different places in Europe as they could cram into this ‘trip of a lifetime,’ the castles and ruins and churches and train stations and town squares were all starting to look the same. In Prague they’d gone to visit a Jewish Temple and he’d wanted to weep because at least it wasn’t another fucking church!
OK, that wasn’t fair. He was actually having a really great time overall. He wasn’t some big history buff or anything but it was really cool to see so many of the things he’d been forced to learn about in school with his own eyes. The Mona Lisa was way smaller and the Roman Forum was way bigger. German beer was much better and Prague clubs were so much wilder and Alex loved him so much she’d stayed out all night with him. Europe was so much older than the tourist shit they had in the States. Mostly he cared about the food, and that had been cool, even the bad meals, just to say he had. That was why they’d come to Samobor in the first place, because it was an easy day trip from Zagreb and they’d been bored and googling what to do before their epicly long train tomorrow to Greece –their final destination where they’d meet up with friends before flying home.
“Let it out,” Alex said, taking a seat beside him. “Oh god my legs are going to fall off my fucking body. I may not be able to get back up, I’m serious. Hope you’re ready to piggy back me, beefy buns.”
“I’m tired,” he admitted.
“Me too.”
“I miss my bed.”
“It’s our bed.”
“I miss my mom’s cooking.”
“Mm-hm.”
“And you know what I miss the most?”
“What?” Her eyes narrowed, clearly suspicious, but his answer was innocent and sincere.
“Bam.”
“I know, but he’s having the time of his life with Yoongi and Joon,” Alex pointed out. “He’s their trial baby. They’re spoiling him. He may be pissed when we come home.”
“Don’t say that,” Jungkook glared. “He knows whose baby he is.”
“Yeah, mine.”
“Mine!”
“He takes your side of the bed when you get out in the morning.”
“Yeah to be close to my scent when I have to leave for work,” Jungkook insisted.
“No, because he’s my husband.”
“Our dog is not your husband.”
“It’s ok, l’enfant, you’re still precious to me too.”
“What was that? How did you say that?” he teased. It had been hilarious to learn Alex sucked harder at French than anyone had ever sucked. She couldn’t make anything even close to the right noises. It made so much sense why she had completely flunked it in high school; she’d had to change to Spanish, and she’d sucked at that too but slightly less. Jungkook, on the other hand, had been told several times by French people he spoke his freshly learned sentences like a native. And ok, fine, Alex was correct it was women who had told him that, but it didn’t mean it wasn’t true!
Alex was pouting now at his teasing because it had also been revealed that she really wanted to sound sexy speaking French (alcohol, alcohol had revealed that) and her attempts at a few new phrases in the bedroom that night had not gotten the response she wanted. He’d tried to keep a straight face! Because she looked sexy and cute as hell in the light blue thing she’d picked up earlier in the day at his begging, way too sexy for the low-budget hotel room with its peeling wallpaper and chipped wood furniture, but god her French was awful.
“What are you smiling about? You’re thinking about Belgium, aren’t you?”
“Huh? No! I was thinking about Paris!” In Belgium, her drunk French after they’d spent a late evening in the clubs had made someone think they’d been doing drugs and alerted a nearby police officer.
“Oh, when you laughed at me in the bedroom.”
“I didn’t laugh at you, I laughed at your French. Just give up. You don’t need to speak French just because French girls liked me,” he assured her with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
“Don’t gloat just because they thought you’d be a pretty plaything–”
“I am a pretty plaything!”
“So pretty,” she readily agreed, and reached up to squeeze his cheeks together. “Look at that pretty face.”
“Don’t you… want to play with me…?” he tried to prod her into making a raunchy joke.
“You already got your ‘I fucked in Croatia’ stamp, isn’t that enough?”
He couldn’t help the chuckle. Alex had given him the “Assport” the first night they’d landed in Spain alongside a little stamp that said ‘I did it!’ to stamp each page as earned. “So you can say you fucked your way through Europe,” she’d giggled. “Even if you only get to ride the Alex-rail.” “Rail the Alex?” “Yes, your train can only enter one tunnel.” “You have more than one tunnel. Do I get a stamp per tunnel in each country?” “...No.” “A stamp when I enter and a stamp when I leave?” “Fine, whatever.”
It was hysterical. He loved that in the middle of stressing her hair gray in preparation for their nine weeks away, Alex had taken the time to make something so fucking stupid for him. So, to prove he was a good boyfriend who appreciated her, he’d made sure to fill her in. It. Fill it in. Well, both. Even when it meant shoving his barely hard dick into her pussy the single night they had in Belgium after he’d eaten something on their gastro tour that disagreed with him. She’d suggested a skip but he refused to let Belgium win! Now he’d always remember Brussels as the place with the pissing little boy status and also the place where he’d failed to orgasm. But she’d taken pity on him and let him finish her off with the vibrator and agreed when he insisted they’d fucked: his dick was in her body (however briefly) and she orgasmed. Stamp it.
“Ah, I love you,” he sighed and flung his arm around her shoulder to hold her in place for his sloppy kiss on her temple. She, predictably, squirmed away. Belatedly he added, “But just because I already earned my stamp doesn’t mean I can’t go again. What’s the point of illegally hiking a mountain to look at rocks if you don’t get a handy out of it?”
“Is that why your hand is glued to your pocket?” she teased. “You rock hard in there thinking about the cool rocks we’re going to see?”
He quickly pulled his hand from his pocket. “No.”
“Look if you really don’t want to go, you can stay here.”
“Why are you so determined?”
She pushed up from the seat with a groan and teetered the first few steps.
“I don’t know,” she admitted. “I guess because we’re here, we can see there’s a castle up there, we might as well see it. I mean when are we ever going to be in Samobor, Croatia again? Probably never, right? We’ll literally never be in this place again and I don’t want to live the rest of my life wondering what the castle on the mountain looked like.”
“Or the inside of a Croatian jail cell.”
“Exactly, you get it! I’m doing it for the ‘grams.” She gave him a wink and two peace signs, as if he was taking a photo. “Or at least the stories. This is the kind of trip we’ll talk about for the rest of our lives! I don’t want to say I got all the way here and wimped out!”
That would definitely not be the story. Since landing in Europe, Alex had been more outgoing and adventurous and motivated than he’d ever seen her. At home she’d whine about standing in line at the grocery store for too long, she’d demand a piggy-back ride from the couch to the bed, when their friends would suggest some weekend trip to do something, she’d give Jungkook that look like we would rather stay at home, right? Let’s just stay home. She was a creature of habit, he’d always known that about her, he was like that too.
The addition of Bam to their family lent itself to more adventures as they started taking him on hikes. Alex walked their baby as much or more than Jungkook did –though in his defense, it was because he was working two jobs these days so Alex was around more! He’d love to be walking Bam more. God, he wished he could walk Bam right now. What did it say about him that Alex was ready to hike a mountain just to maybe see something cool –she’d been ready to brave any crowd, any line, any obstacles to see the things you were supposed to see anywhere they visited– and life-of-the-party Jungkook wanted to just go home and walk his dog.
That made him sound like he wasn’t enjoying his time in Europe. He didn’t want to sound like that. He was! It just wasn’t exactly like he’d expected and right this moment he was tired and kind of cranky. He got like that sometimes, whatever! He hadn’t slept well last night; the walls at the hostel were too thin, the mattress was flat, and the sheets were heavily perfumed. He’d lain awake next to her in bed, comforted at least by her deep post-sex snores that she refused to believe, and worried because he was running out of time.
He watched Alex’s back as she hiked boldly up the path and once again shoved his hand in his pockets to fidget with the box that had been nestled there for eleven countries now. Eleven countries without exactly the right moment. What did that say about him that they were on a fucking once-in-a-lifetime backpacking trip around Europe together and there hadn’t been the perfect moment? There had been so many good moments, even great moments, but not that moment. He knew he’d feel it when it was time. He hadn’t felt it yet. He was running out of time.
He ran after her before she disappeared from view; obviously he wasn’t going to let Alex wander off into the wilderness without him. They didn’t have a scrap of navigation skill between them but at least they’d die together. He was her ride or die. That included ill-advised treks up mountains in foreign countries, apparently.
“I can smell that you’re right behind me.”
“Can’t you hear me?” he pointed out.
“Yeah but I wanted to comment on the fact that we’ve been away from home for two months now and you still smell like you just got home from work.”
He grinned and strode around her to lead, “You do too.”
“No I don’t!”
“Hey, it’s fine. I got used to you smelling like stale espresso years ago. The fact I even know what stale espresso smells like is all because of you, babe. You’ve really changed my life.”
“For the better,” she nodded.
“Hm. You think so? You think that’s what I meant?”
She laughed and tried to hit his ass but his backpack shielded him.
“Whatever, at least I don’t sparkle like Edward Cullen.”
“But I smell better than he does, I know it,” he argued. “Besides, you like the perks.”
“Of you playing with bubbles all day?”
“Of the bath bombs I bring home for you!”
“Yeah until I took so many baths I got that fucking UTI,” she laughed. Apparently that could happen. Fucking around so much when he was younger had left him overconfident that he knew everything about a woman’s body; living with Alex the past couple of years –both as roommate and partner this time– had taught him so much more.
“I do appreciate the bath bombs though,” she clarified, misunderstanding his silence. “I guess I’ll miss you coming home smelling so good all the time. You always smell like mall after Verizon shifts.” She paused to debate where the path split, but Jungkook noticed it just went around some trees and converged ahead, so they each took one.
“Maybe I’ll keep working at Lush.”
Her answer was quick, “No. Now that you don’t have to save for the Europe trip anymore, isn’t one job enough to live on? You work so much and if Verizon can’t give you the promotion you obviously deserve then maybe you should quit both places and go to T-mobile or whatever.”
It was sweet. It was sweet that she wanted his time more than his money. It was sweet that no matter what else she teased about, she was always ready to champion his career, to rage about him being underappreciated at his jobs, even when it wasn’t true. It was sweet she thought he’d needed a second job just to pay for the Europe trip. She knew how much money he made. She knew how they split their finances. She knew what this trip cost them each. Did she really not wonder where that extra money was going?! But he believed she genuinely didn’t, or at least didn’t care enough to wonder about the math.
“Look, a handrail,” she pointed out. “They wouldn’t put a handrail there if we weren’t allowed. Doesn’t this whole place have kind of a fairy tale feel to you?”
“If we meet a gnome, my tactic is going to be to convince it you’re related so it’ll leave us alone.”
“God you’re such an asshole,” she laughed and gave him a hard shove that barely budged him.
“It’s nothing personal! It’s survival!”
“Well if it’s a troll, you’ll be right at home.”
“Because I’m… big and strong?”
“Dumb and ugly.”
“See, but that’s not even a little bit believable,” he argued. “No one would think I’m ugly but you’re objectively short.”
“And ugly?”
“No no, that’s not what I said! You’d be so hot to a gnome. I bet he’d fall in love with you. He’ll lock you in these ruins. All the gnomes would beg to orgy you.”
“Oooh sounds kind of like Beauty and the Beast… I could go for that! I have no problem seeing past someone’s cursed, terrible, glittery, greasy, off-putting exterior–”
“Come on, you know the oil makes my muscles pop better in the photos. I get way more engagement on those posts–”
“Mmm, love my slimy boyfriend as long as he’s doing numbers. And the laundry.”
She could tease him all she wanted though because her support had been unwavering. He’d decided not to pursue a full time influencer career after all, but it wasn’t for any lack of encouragement from her. After years of building up his account and relationships with brands, he’d tried to commit to it full time for six months and wound up making almost enough to live off of, but the pressure it had placed on the way he looked and maintaining a certain online persona had driven him into the ground. Hard. Alex had scraped his self esteem back together and held him close to her chest as he eased off and found a healthier balance that didn’t hinge his self worth on how many abs you could see in any given photo. She also bought him a puppy.
Now the contents of his account were more diverse: showing off his cute dog, their hiking adventures, their lazy afternoons cooking and gaming, and sometimes funny things with Alex mixed in with fitness photos when he felt like it. He liked being hot on the internet, he just couldn’t handle it being the entirety of his life. He ended most of the partnerships though occasionally did a sponsored post if it felt natural and good. It had been a dark time for him but a deep bonding time with her. It had made him realize it was time to lock this shit down in a legal way even though she hadn’t ever once asked him about it.
That was over a year ago. He’d been the one to say they should finally make their Europe trip happen as a joint 30th-birthday celebration. He’d taken on the second job to save up the money he needed. And now… now he was waiting for the perfect moment to…
“I think we’re almost there,” Alex announced, veering ahead.
Maybe he was stupid. Maybe that was the problem, he was trying to make something happen that shouldn’t. The same doubts that had bubbled up for the last year did so now, in the quiet of this forest. Alex had never said she wanted to marry him. They didn’t talk about it at all! When people brought up marriage, she made a joke about taking twelve years to even start dating so why the rush. Once she joked about counting down to the day they met Common Law criteria and would earn some legal property rights through that “for free.” If it came up topically, maybe in a movie they watched, Alex would insist she really couldn’t imagine being a bride and also that the wedding industry was a sham.
So it was entirely possible, he considered not for the first time, that Alex didn’t want to get married and was going to turn him down if he didn’t make a compelling case for why she should bother. By now she knew what she was getting with him, so he needed something big to help her understand why this would be good for them. For legal reasons, sure, tax breaks, but also because he just…
“There!”
He realized she had gotten out of sight. Shit. He ran the last leg of the path and joined her in the grassy space preceding what was, indeed, a small ruined stone castle.
“We did it!” she grinned, and threw her arms around him, backpack and all.
“That’s… it?”
“Yeah, but we saw a random castle on a hill in Croatia and hiked our asses up it and there it is,” she beamed. “I wonder what it is though…” She released him and went closer but –to his relief– stopped on this side of the chain draped across the only path into the ruins themselves. Not that there was much space to go.
Jungkook pulled out his phone; his service was definitely better here but still spotty, so it was slow to return search results. In the meantime, he followed Alex along the part of the perimeter they could reach. They could easily see all the way to the other side though.
“Maybe it was like a fort or something,” Alex suggested. “Or a storage house. Weapons or grain or something.”
Jungkook’s phone loaded a page and he quickly shared, “So, there is a Samobor Castle, but this is definitely not it.”
“What?!”
“Look, it’s on the other side of the town.”
“How do you know that? You don’t know directions.”
“Yeah, look, that’s where we got cake, and it’s that way, but we went this way… I don’t know what this is. Google doesn’t know either. This is… nothing.”
Alex looked between him and the ruins.
“Well it’s not nothing,” she defended. “Basically we just discovered lost ruins–”
“They aren’t lost, we’re lost,” he laughed.
“Ok, so? I still think it’s cool! Who cares if it’s not the castle, right? We got to this place all on our own without even good directions.”
“Alex,” he called as she monologued her way to the other side of the castle.
“We saw a place we wanted to be and we went there! That is the spirit of adventure! We–”
“Alex, watch–”
“We seized the– AGH!!”
His warning came too late and he wasn’t fast enough to grab her as she slipped on the rotting leaves and went tumbling down the hill. All he managed to do was overbalance and go rolling with her. It happened so fast, both of them flailing and thumping as they tried to grab each other and brace themselves.
It must only have been a few seconds but felt like ages before Jungkook managed to dig his boots in enough to get traction and stop rolling, around the same time Alex grabbed a tree.
“Oh fuck,” he gasped, crawling towards her as soon as she stopped. “Are you ok? You’re ok, right?”
“I think I’m ok. Are you ok?!” They grabbed each other and inspected arms and legs and faces and heads. Her hair was shoved full of leaves and he pressed all over her skull, feeling for any gashes or bruises.
“You didn’t hit your head, did you? Why are you so breathless?”
“Because I just rolled down a fucking mountain in Croatia!!”
“Did you hit your head? Fuck, we should– we should go to a hospital and–”
“I didn’t hit my head, did you hit your head?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he insisted and felt like it was true. He patted his body one more time anyway. Face, head, shoulders, chest, backpack contents probably crushed now but nothing that could be too badly damaged, pants–
“Shit,” he hissed, realizing his pockets were empty. “Fuck, no!”
“What?!”
“My, um, my phone fell out…”
“Oh shit! Ok, well it has to be here…” He admired her determination as they both looked up the full length of where they’d rolled. They’d disturbed the leaves and low plants and the contents of his pockets could be literally anywhere. They’d never find it. Fuck. FUCK.
But Alex crawled forward on hands and knees and instantly cheered, “Keys! Hotel key, right here. Also put that in your backpack, not your pocket, idiot!”
“Yeah sorry, I wasn’t intending to go rolling down a hill because my girlfriend can’t watch where she’s going.”
“It was a hidden slope!”
“You have to look! We aren’t even supposed to be up here!”
“They could have put a sign or something,” she suggested, clearly predicting his rebuttal, “You would have ignored it anyway!” He couldn’t join her laughter though. His pockets were empty. This was bad.
He crawled slowly back up the hill, trying to look everywhere and not bury his things worse in the search. Finding the key gave him hope but it was also probably the last thing to fall out. His hands trembled with fear that he had just lost several very expensive things. One of which was going to ruin everything now. He couldn’t find the perfect time in Greece if he didn’t have the fucking ring!
“Found it!” Alex cried further to the side and held up his phone in trump.
“Ok great, uh– I lost some other things so just– why don’t you sit over there and catch your breath–”
“What other things? You really want to hunt for a lip balm right now? I’ll just buy you another one.”
“It was a really good lip balm,” he mumbled, not even paying attention to what he was saying. The box was going to be even harder to find, the black would blend in with the mud and dark leaves whereas his white phone case stuck out.
“Koo, forget the lip balm–”
“It’s not about the lip balm. Just sit, make sure you’re really ok before we have to hike down again.”
“Well tell me what else you’re looking for and I’ll help.”
“Just lip balm.”
“Huh?”
He realized what he had said didn’t make sense and stopped to clarify –only to realize she was not saying huh about the lip balm. She was saying huh about the small box she had just lifted from the leaves.
“It’s just a box,” he blurted out. Then, “It’s not mine.” But he could see on her face she suspected exactly what kind of box this was and that it was in fact, obviously, his.
He lunged for her, “Give it–”
She twisted away from him and popped the lid.
Defeated and incapable of facing her now, he reared back and turned away, fists clenched against his forehead.
But he had to see her face; he turned back to her. Every other possible denial or explanation or even a smooth, elegant speech that could save the day, all caught in his throat.
“I just want to,” he blurted out, pre-emptively answering the question he knew she would ask. Why? Why now? Why change things? Aren’t you happy the way we are?
“Want to what?” she asked slowly.
“Um, you know.” He gestured at the ring. “That.” She held the ring up, as if mocking how they were both being so suddenly awkward about such a little thing. But it wasn’t that little, it was actually a really big ruby! He’d looked into lab grown for ethical reasons but discovered they were significantly cheaper, so he’d gone big. Not tasteless big! But it was a rock on her hand, and with the smaller ones lining the band, that fucker sparkled. He knew she wouldn’t like something too crazy complicated because she tended to only wear simple jewelry, and yes, maybe he should have let her pick it out or talked to her first, maybe she would have liked a diamond more, he’d debated it forever–
“Jungkook.”
“I just think we should get married, ok?”
“This is what you’ve been fidgeting with in your –this is what you’ve been stressing about?”
“I’m not stressing! You’re stressing! What are you talking about?”
“I don’t know, the whole trip, you keep having these moments where you just get kind of quiet and weird and then you’re crabby after for no obvious reason. I thought you were just homesick or stressed about traveling but you just felt… off….”
He swiped the box from her hand mid-monologue and quickly shut it. She didn’t wrestle it back but did stand. Their feet slid on the leaves, and he grabbed her arm and dragged her the short remaining distance back to solid land. She promptly sat down right there on the grass and, what the hell, he sat beside her. He didn’t think she seemed happy. Also she had scraped her knee.
“We don’t have to do it,” he assured her. “We can just get another dog.”
“I didn’t even suspect it was this. You never keep secrets from me. Not successfully anyway–”
“Yeah well. I wanted to um. Surprise you.”
“Oh I’m surprised.”
“Are you really though?” he demanded. “Is it really that surprising to you that I want to marry you? I’m not some twenty-three-year-old idiot anymore.” The moment felt too raw and he quickly added, “In one month I’ll be a thirty-year-old idiot, thank you.”
“You’ve been carrying that around this whole time? You’ve had it in your pocket the whole time we’ve been in Europe? Or did you buy it here– no, when would you have bought it?”
He glowered down at the box and crossed his legs, “I brought it with us… I just wanted to wait for the perfect moment.” His insides felt like they’d liquified at this point. She knew he had the ring. She hadn’t reacted some big excited happy way about it. She hadn’t rejected him yet but he felt like they were on the brink of it; that was an old shadow but he could still summon it when he felt vulnerable with her. He didn’t want to have to beg, that would be too sad even for him.
“And none of the moments were good enough for you?” she snorted, sliding her backpack off and dragging it around to her lap.
“No! I don’t know. I thought I’d ask you in some big cool place while we traveled and then every time it just felt like the moment was more about the cool thing we were seeing. The focus wouldn’t be on the right thing. But then the moments in between have all been so normal or exhausting or busy or just not some big– maybe you wouldn’t think it was worth saying yes.”
“You think I don’t want to get married?”
“I know you don’t really care about it! We’ve never really talked about it–”
“Exactly. You never asked.”
“Well I was going to ask–”
“NO!” she shouted. “No, shut up. Me first.”
“What?”
She shoved her backpack to the side and rolled onto her knee and lifted a box –her own box. Her own fucking box.
“Jungkook will you–”’
“What! No!” he shouted and scrambled to mirror her position.
“NO?!”
“Alex, will you marry–”
“Will you marry me Jungkook?”
“Alex.”
“I asked you first.”
“Bullshit you were holding my… are you kidding me right now?” he cackled and fell forward as it fully struck him: Alex had a fucking engagement ring in a white box. On her person. To propose to him. In falling forward he knocked her sideways and they sprawled on the grass, a tangle of laughter. “You have a ring? For me?!”
“Well you were never going to ask me!”
“Fuck that, yes I was!”
“I didn’t know that!” she cried.
“Why wouldn’t I? I’m always the one who asks!”
“Fuck off, that’s not true!” She tried to elbow him but he just twisted her arm away and glared down at her as she insisted, “It was my idea to move back in together. And my idea to get Bam.”
“But it was my idea we should date in the first place.”
“No, I had that idea way earlier.”
“Ok but I’m the one who did something about it.”
“Technically I did something first–”
“What, got a shitty boyfriend who wasn’t me?”
“Yeah. Although I guess you were already doing a lot of somethings–”
“Hey now! Well I said I love you first, so–”
“Ok, well I was doing something about this first!” she defended.
He kissed her. But he started laughing and had to roll to the side so he wouldn’t crush her because the laughter was bubbling out so hard it hurt.
“Did you really– let me see it,” he demanded, taking the box from her hand and tossing his onto her chest.
“Hey, ouch!”
He sat up and wiped at his eyes and opened the white box. The ring tucked inside was dark gray and silver, textured so that it looked like rock.
“It’s hammered meteorite,” she quickly explained. “I figured you can pick out your own wedding ring that you want to wear forever but this looked cool, kind of like the other rings you’ve worn except nicer.”
“Seriously, this is heavy! Wasn’t it expensive?”
“Jesus, not compared this fucking rock you bought. I only got a glimpse and it blinded me–”
“Well open it and look at it again,” he said. But his own gaze didn’t leave his ring yet, the one she’d picked out. To propose to him. “Why didn’t you propose yet, huh?”
“I thought I’d do it in Greece, on the beach or something. But I kept it with me in case a good moment came up. I didn’t realize it was a race but I’m really happy I won.”
“You didn’t win,” he scowled.
“I asked you first.”
“Only because you saw my ring for you!”
“But you didn’t ask me, for all I know it could be any kind of ring in there…” Her speech trailed off as he reached over to pop the box open again. “God, that ring is way prettier than anything I’ve ever worn. I love that it’s a ruby.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, it just feels so… I don’t know. Special.”
He beamed. That was exactly what he had wanted. He wanted her to feel special. She wan’t just any other woman, she couldn’t have just any engagement ring.
“Get ready for my mom to tell you how important red is in Chinese culture as if you don’t already know.”
“I know, I thought of that too when I was trying to decide between a sapphire and a ruby.”
“I like the ruby. It’s sexy.”
“It’s lab grown. It’s not like a blood ruby or anything.”
“Yeah, Verizon doesn’t pay you enough for blood– oh my god, is this why you got the second job?!”
“Not all of us lived with our parents and built up savings for a year.” He pulled the meteorite ring out of its box and slid it down on his left ring finger. He wore rings sometimes but never on this finger. It felt bulky and awkward to have a ring there.
She didn’t even notice, still staring at the ruby ring. “I know but… but you could have asked me with something so much cheaper than this. You could have asked me with nothing! Or a Ring Pop or something!”
“I wanted to give you a reason to say yes.”
“You’re the reason to say yes.” She let out a noisy sigh and shook her head. “So pretty but so dumb.”
He clicked his tongue, “Sure, and I’m a good reason, but you’ve said things against getting married and I thought you’d need some convincing–”
“What things? I’m not against getting married! I don’t want a big fussy wedding but… but I want to marry you, Jungkook. Didn’t I say that in ninth grade?”
There it was. There’s what he wanted to hear. His heart gave a final twist in his chest and settled back into a steady beat, warm and comfortable. His stomach stopped tying itself in knots.
“I want to marry you too.”
“Then let’s get married!” She slid her arms around his shoulders, pulling him into the searing kiss he hadn’t been able to focus on a moment ago. But now he was kissing his fiance, the woman he was going to marry, the woman he already knew he was going to spend his life with but now everyone else would see it too. He pushed her back into the grass, wanting as much physical contact as possible for this first kiss of their engagement. A moment without photos for once in his life; a moment just for them that would live only in their memories. He wrapped his arms around her and rolled with her.
She squealed beneath him and kicked her little feet, “Ok ok, put the rings on already!”
“I’m already wearing mine, you’re the slow-poke.”
“You already put it on? Let me see. How does it feel?”
“Weird. Heavy.”
“I guess you don’t have to wear it… I know men don’t usually wear engagement rings but–”
“It’s pretty fucking rad. I’m going to wear it.”
His compliment was sincere and she glowed. He understood that feeling. He felt the same warmth as he tugged the ruby ring from the box and slid it onto her stubby little finger. He loved those stubby little fingers. He loved the hands that held his back, and arms that wrapped around him again, and the woman who breathed romantically into his ear,
“You put your ring on first so I double won.”
“ALEX!”
“Oh my god, do I have to take your name? Alex Jeon? I think you should take mine. Jungkook Song.”
“Just shut up and kiss me.” He pulled her close and kissed her again, running his thumb across the ruby and diamonds now perched on her hand. Kissed her in front of the ruined castle that was probably not even a castle and just some random old knocked down grain storage Kissed her and tried not to cry with relief because he did not want him crying to be part of their engagement story but it looked like he didn’t have any more say in that than he did the moment she’d found the ring..
He tucked her beneath his chin and held her close as she gawked again at her ring. “I can’t believe this. It’s gorgeous. I can’t believe I have a ring like this… you didn’t have to go this big…”
“I don’t care. I have no regrets.”
“It’s so heavy. It feels so weird to have on… is this going to get us mugged?! Maybe I shouldn’t wear it… but I don’t want to take it off.”
“I think we’ll be ok but I got crazy insurance on it too so if something happens just hand over the ring, ok?”
“Aw, babe, that’s so sweet!”
“I wasn’t being sweet, I just know you’re definitely going to lose it or something. You’re going to call me crying from work because you dropped it in the bean grinder–”
“No I won’t! I’ll never let anything happen to it.”
“Ok well… I’m glad you like it…” He was flustered now and glad she couldn’t see his face. He had worried it would be too flashy for her until the last minute. “And we don’t have to do a big fussy wedding,” he added. “We can just do a courthouse thing or we can elope, whatever you want.”
“We’ll figure it out when we get home,” she agreed. Her kiss on his neck gave him a full shiver. “But um… for our honeymoon…”
He chuckled and wiggled his eyebrows even though she couldn’t see. He was going to really fill up that Assport.
“Yeah?”
“I never want to go backpacking again,” she rushed out. “Don’t get me wrong, this trip with you is awesome and I’m really glad we’re doing this but I’m–”
“I’m so fucking tired!” he shouted his agreement. “I just want to be in one place for a while!”
“Yeah! I’m so tired of looking at tourist sites… I don’t even care anymore! We’re going to see the Parthenon in Greece and be like yep, looks just like the pictures… there it is…”
He laughed and shook her side to side, “Yes yes yes. God I’m so relieved you said that. You’re so adventurous on this trip, I thought you’d found a new thing you love and I was going to have to get used to wearing the same five outfits for weeks at a time–”
“And you still wanted to propose?”
“Yeah! I’m really great, aren’t I?”
She laughed and burrowed against his chest, “Yeah, all right, you’re pretty good. But let’s never do this again. Let’s go to Greece and see the Parthenon and then lay on beaches and that’s it.”
“Yeah, like maybe for our honeymoon we just go to one place and stay there for two weeks. A beach or something.”
“Yeah.”
“Just nap in hammocks and I can watch you toddle around in hot bikinis–”
“I don’t toddle.”
“You do after a few pina coladas. Glad you didn’t push back on the bikini. It’s going to be great. I can already close my eyes and see your tit popping out.”
“It’ll be great,” she at least agreed. “Whatever we do. And this trip has been great! I’m really glad we did this. I’m glad we’ll have these memories of the time we backpacked through thirteen countries–”
“We aren’t spending the night in Belgrade though, we’re just connecting trains, right? So I don’t think that counts.”
“It’s seven hours from Zagreb to Belgrade and then sixteen hours to Thessaloniki–”
“God why did we say we were doing trains everywhere instead of flying?”
“Because we’re stupid,” she laughed. “But we’ve got a private room on the overnight!”
“Oh.” He grinned. “Oh I see. I fuck you on the overnight train, I get the stamp for Serbia– but hey, we pass through like four countries, not just Serbia–”
“I don’t know, that’s a lot of fucking–”
“I think our engagement has refreshed me,” he taunted. “Boyfriend dick was tired but fiance dick is ready to rail–”
Instead of responding to his humor she just gasped, “Oh my god, we’re engaged. We’re meeting everyone in Greece engaged.”
“Yeah? You feel some kind of way about that?”
“Yeah I’m stunned,” she admitted. “I’m so happy, I can’t believe this.” Jungkook felt like his chest would burst open at that point. She said yes! The train rides to get to their last stop would be long, but then they’d have a whole week on Greek beaches with their friends before flying home as a group. And then it was going to be so good to be home. Home with his pup and his fiance.
“I think I have some cake in my backpack! It’s probably squished but we should eat it to celebrate. Should we call home and tell everyone we’re engaged, or just surprise them in Greece? God, I can’t wait to be on the beach as a sexy engaged lady.”
“What does that even mean?”
“You know, bikini, big rock, stud fiance.”
“So you finally admit I’m a stud.”
“I’ll admit whatever you want once you’re Jungkook Song.”
“I am not–” She kissed him and he quit arguing. For now. It didn’t matter, nothing mattered, not the exhaustion or the homesickness or the long train ride ahead. She’d said yes. She’d been wanting it too. In a couple weeks they’d turn thirty and enter a new decade of their lives together, and after that at some point take on the titles of husband and wife as well. Would it feel very different? The thought of calling Alex his wife was good. Really good. He couldn’t wait to call her his wife even if he couldn’t have explained why it mattered so much. It just did.
“Let’s at least call Bam and tell him,” Jungkook insisted.
“Ok, baby. But you know, Namjoon or Yoongi will have to answer the call for him because he can’t work the phone with his big clumsy paws, so they’ll know. And Namjoon isn’t great at keeping secrets…”
“It doesn’t have to be a secret. That’s the point of the big ruby, right?”
“Hello?”
They gasped and turned at the voice from behind them. A man in slacks stood by the path with a walkie-talkie. It looked like a uniform, though not police. Still Jungkook leapt to his feet. The man asked the question they were familiar with now in pretty much any language What language do you speak?
“English.”
“Oh. You cannot be here,” the man told them.
“Ha! I was right,” Jungkook crowed at Alex.
“The path was open,” Alex insisted. “We thought it was ok.”
The man just pointed back, “It is dangerous. You go now. Bye.”
Jungkook grabbed her hand and dragged her along before she could argue further. The man didn’t seem angry or like they were in major trouble or anything, just like they ought to leave. Stupid tourists, he was probably thinking.
Jungkook clutched Alex’s hand in his, distracted by the weight of his engagement ring. He liked that it felt weird right now. It meant something felt physically different, not just emotionally, and he thought it was stupid men didn’t wear engagement rings more often. Why did girls get all the fun? He hadn’t even known he wanted a ring but Alex had surprised him.
“So you want to go to the real Samobor castle?” he asked her as they found themselves back on the road. He knew he was still smiling like an idiot, the flush of getting caught swirling with the flush of a happy engagement.
“No….”
His eyes narrowed.
“Ok, fine, I do! It’s now or never and it’s not going to be as good as the one we just saw but let’s see it and then we’ll take the first bus back to Zagreb and–”
“Ok,” he cut off her persuasive speech. He pulled his phone out again to check the map.
“Really?”
“Yeah. We should make the most of our time even if we’re tired. I don’t want you to regret it later. No regrets with me, got it?”
She squeezed his hand, “I don’t have any. I hope you don’t either.” With a wink she set off.
He tugged her hand the opposite direction, “I will if you go that way, it’s the wrong way.”
“No, the map!”
“It’s not a compass, that’s not north.”
“How do you know?” she demanded.
“Wait,” Jungkook decided, seeing the man who’d chased them off coming down the path. “Excuse me! Can you tell us the right way to go?”
“Ah, my hero,” Alex beamed and just ogled her ring, leaving him to figure out directions to the castle he didn’t even care about.
But actually he did care. He understood enjoying the moment to the fullest. He wanted to see everything too. He really did feel refreshed, like he could once again fully appreciate how cool it was to be walking through a town on the other side of the world from home, hand in hand with Alex.
His fiance.
“Hey let’s take a photo together at the castle and pretend I proposed there,” he suggested.
“No way. I’m going to tell everyone the whole story. Falling down the mountain. How you almost lost the ring. How I proposed first.”
“How you led us to a place we weren’t supposed to go?” he pointed out. “And almost got us killed falling down the mountain?” It was an exaggeration. He didn’t care.
Gleefully she pointed out, “How you followed me up and falling down the mountain?”
“Yeah well… I’ll follow you anywhere, I guess.”
“All right, follow me into the next cake shop on the way. You deserve another piece,” she deigned, and patted his cheek with the hand sporting his ring, the result of all his extra hard work and planning.
“Yeah, I really do.”
“Why did you say it like that?!”
“It’s hard work being your ride or die, Alex. You take me places I’ve never been before–”
“I know! Just think, without me, you’d never even know how much you like prostate org–”
“Heeeey, come on. Why are you bringing that up? We’re talking about cake!”
“Just thinking about what we’ll do if we call it an early night tonight.”
He snickered and assured her, “That’s cute, your little idea, but let’s be real, you’ll be snoring on the bus back and I’m going to have to carry you to our hotel.”
“I seem to remember you were the one who fell asleep after you swore you’d stay awake and made us miss our stop in Austria–”
“Ok but why was I so tired, Alex? Because someone got too drunk our last night in Prague and I was up all night holding her hair back–”
“Yeah what the hell was in those drinks?”
“That you kept ordering?!”
“Well. Oh damn, soon I’ll be able to say ‘well you married me’ as a comeback,” she beamed up at him. “That’s going to feel so good.”
“Yeah. Real good self-burn there. You’re so good at comebacks.”
“Well, you’re the one who wants to marry me, so…”
He let out a noisy sigh and admitted, “You’re right. I’m pretty stupid, huh?”
“Wait! No!”
He leaned down and dropped his voice, “Hey, speaking of cream cake to celebrate–”
“Oh my god, seriously?”
“You’re the one who wants to marry me. Damn, you’re right, that does feel good as an insult.”
“From now on when I want to strangle you, I’ll just gaze at my ruby and remember why.”
“Because you love me,” he grinned.
“Hm.”
“Because you want to spend forever with me.”
“Love my ruby.”
“And me. Say it.”
She rolled her eyes. “And you.” But her smile cut through the playful sigh. She was happy. He was happy. Bam was going to be so happy when they told him too even if he didn’t understand because nothing was really changing, he would just be excited because they were.
He kissed the top of her head and then pulled the bakery door open for her so they could get a celebratory treat on their way to another fucking castle. Every day was an adventure with this one and he looked forward to a lifetime of them. As long as there was Alex and cake, he’d be good to go.
And that's a wrap! Thank you so much for every comment, like, reblog, and moment of your time you spent reading my little story. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing these two! <3
author’s note: so this first part ended up being too long so i split it up! hope you like it!
reference pictures for pt 1
Part one: the lover.
Among other, more impressive things, Jeon Jeongguk is forgetful. He’s suffered because of it on many occasions, but most of the time, it’s not a big deal, only resulting in a shrug of his shoulders or a light curse rolling off his tongue.
Strangely enough, he’s never had a problem with faces or even names, but he still keeps his left hand inked.
The dark marks aren’t dug deep underneath his skin like the ones on his right arm; no, they vary in design and color from day to day depending on what he needs to do to pass his classes and the pens available. One thing he’ll remember. Two? Most likely that too. But three? Four? Better scribble words—that look like strange code with all the vowels removed to save space—down on his skin, just to be on the safe side.
♡ ⟶series summary: Hooking up every so often with your English Literature professor, what's the worst that can happen? Falling in love, perhaps.
♡ ⟶pairing: professor/dilf!jungkook x student!reader
♡ ⟶genre: illicit/forbidden relationship au, college!au, sneaky link to lovers, age gap, fluff
♡ ⟶word count: 7.3k
♡ ⟶chapter contains: helen appearance (missed her!), an unhealthy amount of fluff (eventually), slight angst at the beginning, dahlia basically runs this chap, oc & dahlia bonding moment (🥹), one last time: a lot of fluff (PREPARE YOURSELVES!!), satisfying ending, aka: oc runs into nessa and PUTS HER IN HER MF PLACE (luv to see it)
♡ ⟶chapter summary: With that new special word now being out in your and Jungkook’s world, you have one more to learn. Unexpectedly called in to substitute a lecture, Jungkook asks you to babysit Dahlia on a mission to prove his trust in the hope to earn yours in return.
or:
After a promising nudge of assurance and a few hours of babysitting, Jungkook and Dahlia accompany you on your graduation ceremony shopping endeavors where you have an anticipated run-in with someone.
this is part 7 of my teachers pet series, not a stand-alone
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It wasn’t the way he held you the entire night, or the way he kept his lips pressed against your head even though you were in too much of a deep sleep to even notice. It was the sincerity in his confession that made you understand that everything will work out.
Genuinely, this time.
Had he not been so sure of those three words, you may have doubted your future together. Doubted how to possibly deal with the situation you were thrown in. But the way those words flowed so easily past his lips, the way it sounded so casual yet sincere, that’s what makes you confidently believe that, despite everything, you’ll be just fine.
He’s not going anywhere, and neither are you.
The power of love is something that you only recently started to grasp, and now, standing in the midst of it, you feel secure. You feel a sense of permanence.
He feels permanent.
And because he feels permanent, you trust that no matter what happens and no matter what his ex tries to do, you’ll still be by his side. You’re convinced that nothing will tear you apart, and if it tries— you’ll simply fight.
Because you will not lose the man you love over bitterness from his ex. And Jungkook certainly won’t allow you to leave.
However, as much as this new, powerful feeling feels abundant to you— you’ve still yet to grasp the concept of another thing.
The underside of love.
Had you known that sweet night with Jungkook would have resulted in a bitter morning, you would have at least prepared yourself. However you didn’t. So now, days after, you’re left with an odd feeling of uncertainty in your stomach.
Waking up that morning beside Jungkook was when the tension was at its highest. And not the good kind. Ten minutes is the amount of time you both laid there, completely silent but also completely aware that the other was awake. His awkward “good morning” followed by him exiting the bed on his own certainly did not help the painfully awkward atmosphere, and you didn’t know what was preventing you both from being normal like always.
You feared the confession of love may have come out too soon and now you both don’t know how to socialize with one another without it being awkward, but you’ve convinced yourself it’s not that. You’re both just naturally shy, so the initial awkwardness following your first “I love you” was inevitable.
He did however suggest to shower together that morning after the confession, but like an idiot, you told him it’d be best for him to head home early to beat traffic.
And other than picking up your car from his place and shutting down his open invitation to go grocery shopping with him, you haven’t really talked. Other than a couple of naughty texting sessions late at night (one thing you’re surprisingly not shy about anymore), you haven’t actually spoken since.
But lucky for you, you’ve been keeping company with someone who you can talk to about your love troubles.
“So let me get this straight, you told him he couldn’t shower at your place?”
Stacking your last pile of new arrival books onto the display table, you turn to your boss with heavy lids and a fading yawn escaping you.
“No, Helen, I told him he should probably go home when he suggested it. It’s completely different.”
When explaining that night's events to Helen in Vague detail (still making sure to be cautious when talking about Jungkook given you’re still practically lying to the poor woman about who he really is and how exactly you two met) you found yourself just as confused as her.
Nothing beats the expressions on her face as your recap went from hurt to love to unsure all in a matter of minutes. But you don’t blame her. Your heart is making the same expressions.
“Okay, I’m lost. You confessed your love to each other. Isn’t that supposed to be a good thing?”
Turning your full attention to Helen, you sigh as you place both hands on your hips— exhausted.
“That’s a great thing, but what isn’t so great is that we’re both not good at talking about those kinds of things. Now everything is weird and awkward between us.”
Helen's pity frown only encourages you to continue.
“I mean you should’ve been there when I asked if I was his girlfriend earlier that day. He literally slapped a knee and said ‘alrighty then’ like he didn’t know what other approach to take.”
“Well then it looks to me he’s just shy,” Helen bargains. You know there’s truth in that, but you don’t bother to agree.
“I just wish he’d reach out first,” you huff as you lean against the bookshelf, eyes drifting shut as you try to soothe yourself just a bit with gentle breathing. Helen beats you to it, placing a kind hand to your upper arm.
“He’s probably thinking the same thing.”
And she’s right again. You know Jungkook is just a shy dork that’s probably forming texts only to delete them over and over again. You know he wants to reach out but can’t bring himself to. And you know you have the ability to just put an end to it and talk to him like a lover and not some shy girl with a crush.
But before you can even think to go and text him, he beats you to it.
Your eyes snap open and you reach for your chiming phone in your back pocket all in one quick motion, almost startling Helen who was now in alert mode after being jolted from your quick movement.
The chimes don’t stop and you almost think he’s calling until you see your screen light up with several text messages.
loml❤️: Hey, are you busy?
loml❤️: I’m sorry for texting so randomly.
loml❤️: I’m also sorry for not texting at all these past few days.
Dork.
loml❤️: But an emergency came up and if you’re free then I can really use your help…
You want to smile at his use of ellipsis but you’re too busy being concerned at his alarming message. Quickly, you reply.
You: what happened? are you okay?
It takes you a moment to remember Helen is still there, and with frantic eyes you spare her a glance before refocusing on the typing bubble on your screen.
“He’s saying there’s an emergency and asking if I’m busy,” you catch her up.
Helen hums, not nearly as distressed as you.
loml❤️: Yes, no one is hurt don’t worry.
loml❤️: I got called in to sub for an afternoon lecture just now but I have Dahlia here at the house and my babysitter is out sick.
loml❤️: I tried calling her old daycare but they won’t accept her because she exceeds the age limit.
He’s yet to ask what exactly he needs your help with, but you can take a wild guess. Before he can render up the courage to ask it, you spare him the hesitation and agree.
You: i’m at work right now but i can leave early
You: what time do you have to leave? i’ll try to make it there as fast as i can
As Jungkook types, you once again take a moment to catch Helen up, slightly more energized as you stand up straight again as you casually inform her.
“He’s asking me to babysit, his original babysitter is out sick and he got called in to substitute a lecture.”
And oh how you wish you did not fill her in.
You realized your mistake as soon as you finished your sentence, but before you could explain to Helen what you just said, her furrowed brows accompany her following question.
“What do you mean babysit? Babysit what? A dog? And what do you mean substitute?”
There’s a strum of silence as you squeeze your eyes shut and contemplate your next words. You can either carry on with the lie that he’s only a classmate, or you can confess to her that you are seeing your professor that has a child.
And if she weren’t such an important grandma-like figure to you who's been there for it all ever since you were a teen, you probably wouldn’t have settled with option b.
“That was my initial thought when I found out he was a dad too.”
Another strum of silence as she registers what it is you’re saying.
“A dad?” She reiterates in a calm yet shocked tone, demeanor never changing as she scans your eyes, seeing how you’re telling nothing but the truth.
You didn’t have it in you to lie to her, but you also don’t have it in you to expose the full truth. Sighing, you scramble for words as you try your best to explain why you can’t tell her instead.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that part, it’s just— there’s a lot I can’t really tell you and I wish I could but hopefully someday I will and I’m so sorry for not saying anyth—”
“Y/N,” she interrupts. “I don’t care. That’s your life and I respect your privacy and trust your doing what you think is right for you.”
And just like that, you feel some weight lift off of your shoulders. You lean in for a quick hug before pulling away with a small “thank you” and absentminded pout.
You feel somewhat relieved that she knows some of the truth, and you feel satisfied that you didn’t go overboard on the details. Of course she now knows he’s a dad, but hopefully she forgets about the professor part as you decided to just forgo it completely.
She knows enough, and you’re glad you don’t have to carry the burden of secrecy anymore. You’re also beyond grateful for her understanding.
“Boy or girl?” She asks curiously as you tap your phone screen back on.
“Girl. She’s four. He’s so good to her too and she adores him so much. It makes me want to have a kid someday.”
You won’t address it to yourself, but you already feel giddy just talking about him. Talking about the life you’ve been living with him the past month. Helen notices, and with a knowing grin, she smiles with a nod at your last sentence. However you don’t see it as you’re too busy checking Jungkook’s text.
loml❤️: Lecture starts in about 45 minutes so I’d have to leave as soon as you get here.
loml❤️: Thank you, by the way. I know this is asking for a lot but you’re the only one who came to mind.
loml❤️: Maybe when I get back you can stay so we can talk? I’ve missed you these past days. I hate being awkward with you, we’re way past that phase.
You didn’t realize you were smiling until your cheeks began to ache, and you’re quick to show off your message to Helen like it’s a trophy.
You hit the jackpot with him, you think to yourself.
Helen lets out an airy giggle at your enthusiasm and you quickly pull the phone away as soon as she’s done reading to type your response.
You: i’ll be there in 15 mins
You: i’d love to talk, missed u more
You: and don’t mention it, always happy to hang out with lia :)
loml❤️: You’re the best. See you soon.
Putting your phone back into your pocket, you bring your attention back on Helen, a playful guilty look as you both know your following question.
“So can I clock out early—”
“Get outta here,” she interrupts with a giggle, gently pushing you away.
Your laugh fades as you twist around to head for the back room to grab your things, but before you can make it far a hand is placed on your shoulder.
“One last thing before you go,” Helen starts, causing you to turn back around halfway.
“What is it?”
Her smile is soft, eyes gleaming in certainty.
“I have a feeling the babysitter isn’t sick.”
Your head tilts to the side as you try to understand what she means.
“What do you mean? Why would he lie about that?”
“Because he trusts you.”
Trusts?
Helen sees your confusion only grow so she continues.
“He trusts you to watch his daughter. He’s trying to tell you that if he can trust you then you can trust him.”
You’re brought back to when you were going over that nights events with Helen. You told her about the part where you told him you didn’t trust him. Now, you understand exactly what she means.
And she may be right, you think.
Awestruck, you don’t move for a moment as you take in Jungkook’s sneaky yet heartwarming method of communication.
Helen smiles, informing you of one last observation before sending you your way.
“I also think he jumped at the first opportunity he got to text you first.”
“We are all fools in love,” —a quote you’ve grown familiar with. And realizing it now, Jungkook may be the biggest lovestruck fool on Earth.
And you are wholeheartedly in love with that lovestruck fool.
Standing in front of his big fancy door, you knock three times.
Dahlia is the first one you see appear through the doors glass window, and a frantic Jungkook buttoning his shirt while holding an open zippy cup in one hand follows behind her. Nearly tripping over each other, Jungkook makes it to the door, a kind smile on his face despite the rush he’s in.
“Hey,” he speaks softly, Dahlia's excited shouts overpowering him.
You can’t help but smile at how distressed he is, humming a hi back as you close the door behind you and reach for his buttons.
Buttoning the remaining of his shirt, you turn to face Dahlia, seeing how she’s patiently waiting for Jungkook to refill her juice.
“I’ll go take care of her, finish getting ready,” you tell him, patting his chest twice to signal you’re done buttoning his shirt.
Jungkook grins, all tension leaving him as he allows himself to breathe. And with a quick smile, he grabs your cheeks and pulls you in for a kiss. However, you’re quick to pull away with wide eyes as you know Dahlia is right there.
“What about what Nessa said?” You whisper.
His smile doesn’t fade when he whispers back, “what about it?”
You only tilt your head, assuming it’d be obvious given your last real conversation was because of what she said. Jungkook shakes his head no upon your confusion, and before you can speak, he’s quick to reassure you.
And oh how he’s always quick to reassure you.
“What she said holds no weight. You’re in my life. In Lia’s life,” he glances over at her for effect, her doe eyes wide as she stares up at the two of you, trying her absolute best to understand your adult conversation.
“You’re family now,” he continues. “No matter what power Nessa thinks she holds, she can’t separate family. My family.”
And like tradition, your eyes well up and you try your absolute best to not let them drip but with one look at Jungkook and Lia, your family, staring at you— you pout as the tears fall harshly.
Dahlia is quick to pout too, more confused than sad. It’s almost as if Jungkook expected this reaction from you, so quickly bending down and scooping up Dahlia with one arm and holding her against his hip, he leans her towards you.
“Lia, tell Y/N not to cry. Tell her you love her too much to see her cry.”
And the following words that were spoken by her feather-like voice made your heart ache in a way you’d never felt before.
“Don’t cry Y/N,” she extends her tiny hand, sloppily wiping away the many tears falling down your cheek. “I lub you.”
Jungkook’s smile is big, bunny teeth out and all as he’s almost as happy as you are to hear that from Dahlia. And somewhere within him, he feels his heart go warm at the fact his life just might be perfect thanks to his two girls.
“I lub you too,” you giggle, mocking her pronunciation.
And with one exaggerated sigh, you bring your hands to your face and wipe away your tears in one go, smiling big as you look at Jungkook again.
He can’t help but giggle at your reddened nose, finding you absolutely adorable.
“You don’t wanna be late,” you remind.
Jungkook groans as he places Dahlia down, earning a swift slap on the bicep as Dahlia tells him “hey! I’m not heavy!”
Giggling, he comes back up and occupies his hands on your waist, Lia far gone as she goes to figure out how to get to the princess movies on the TV.
“Did you hear what I said?” He asks, soft.
You flutter your eyes shut, leaning your forehead into his chest and taking in the scent of him. You feel comfortable, and like magic, the unwelcome tension that’s been between you two slips away as if it was never even there.
You hum your yes, his hands finding their way to your back.
“It should be illegal how happy you make me,” you murmur, face still tucked away against his chest.
His laughter rumbles beneath you and when pulling away, he’s quick to join your lips in yet another kiss. This one lasts longer as you let it happen, taking in the feeling of the literal and metaphorical warmth his lips hold.
Humming as he draws back, he pecks the top of your head before grabbing his things off the table beside you.
“I’ll be back by lunch, in case of emergency Lia’s spare car seat is in the garage, and if you need anything at all just call me.”
“Will do.”
“Also, you don’t have to play with her if you don’t want to. I highly recommend a couple of nap times, yourself included. Oh, and she’s definitely going to ask you to play the same movie over and over so when the time comes just tell her no and she’ll get over it eventually. If she gets hungry, there are some microwavable meals in the pantry that you can heat up. She loves pasta so if you can find stuff in the pantry for that then that'd be great. I’m limited on groceries but I can leave you money if you want to order someth—”
“Relax, baby. I’ve got this.”
Jungkook smiles, free hand coming up to hold your jaw.
“I know you do.” He softly speaks as his eyes scan your lips. “I’ll be back in a couple of hours, k?”
“K.”
And with one last short but sweet kiss, he turns to the living room and calls out his goodbyes to Dahlia who is way too absorbed in her princess movie to care.
Watching him as he walks out to his car, you manage to mouth one last thing as he sits inside. You’re aware he can’t see you, but that doesn’t stop you from saying it anyway.
“I love you.”
“What? No way, Sleeping Beauty is the best princess.”
Utter offense washes over the girl's features, eyebrows furrowed as she tries so hard to persuade you to her opinion.
“No! Sleeping Beauty just went sleeping for a long time, but Cinderella has fairy magic and a more pretty dress.”
Smiling at her many grammatical errors, you sigh and throw your head back as you let her win.
“Fine... Cinderella is the best.”
Turning to face her, you see her big bunny smile accompanied by her almost-evil victory squeal.
“Time to play now,” she suddenly jolts up and off of her tiny bean bag, scrambling over to her pile of toys.
Her energy baffles you, and you almost contemplate Jungkook’s nap advice.
A sudden shriek-like gasp makes your heart still for a moment, and with panicked eyes, you spot Dahlia holding a square pallet of some sort. Relieved to find out that was excitement and not pain, you discreetly take in a deep breath.
You love her, but oh how these hours are going to be long.
“My makeups!” She excitedly exclaims, already making her way back over to you.
Presenting you the big glittery pallet of goopy gloss-like makeup, you hesitantly accept it as you don’t know what she wants you to do with it.
“Pretty,” you tell her through a smile, handing it back seconds later. She gives it right back, though, eyes hopeful as she asks her next question.
“Can you put it on me like yours?”
You don’t even try to explain the difference between the makeup you use and this one that’s clearly from Claire’s. instead, you try to think of an answer.
“I don’t think your daddy would like that very much.”
Her brows crease, lips pout, but before she can express her unhappiness with your answer— your phone chimes in your pocket.
Retrieving it quickly, you smile as you tell Dahlia, “There he is now, I’ll ask him. Okay?”
Reluctantly she nods, scurrying over and making herself busy with her other toys while you text Jungkook.
loml❤️: Everything okay? Did she wear you out yet?
Your smile is inevitable and you find yourself getting warm again as you text him back.
You: almost lol
You: she’s begging me to do her makeup, would that be okay?
loml❤️: Go ahead, I don’t mind. Just don’t make her look 20… 😤
You: lol dw, we’re sticking with her plastic makeup kit
loml❤️: Haha cute, send pictures when you’re done :)
loml❤️: Also, what’s dw?
Unable to resist your laughter, you fondly shake your head as you type out a reply.
You: will do 💗
You: dw = don’t worry
loml❤️: Ahh, got it.
You: get back to work mr. jeon, we’ll see u soon
And with another irresistible smile, you instinctively start to type your final words until reality catches up to you and you stop yourself. You wonder if it’s too soon to just casually throw that word around. Sure, it’s been said before, but that situation was the complete opposite of casual. In a way, casually saying it holds more meaning. It’s way more domestic.
Nevertheless, you decide to just click your phone off, settling on the plan to let him be the one to casually say I love you first.
Attending back to the child who’s now staring up at you with wide, hopeful eyes, you playfully narrow your eyes as she awaits that answer.
“Ready to get glammed out?”
It’s around three in the afternoon when you begin plating lunch and that notorious impala pulls into the driveway. You didn’t mean to check the first reflection you could spot, frantically scanning yourself for any indecency to correct before he sees you.
And who knows? Maybe that giddy feeling in your stomach upon seeing him won’t ever fade away.
Dahlia is far too focused on her movie that’s playing on the large tv mounted in the living room to even notice that you made her favorite pasta and even more her favorite person approaching the front door.
Swaying her little legs on the high chair of the dining table, she halts her swig of banana milk when she hears a distant turn of a handle. And just like that, her milk-covered lips shift into the biggest smile and with quite a struggle she manages to climb her way off the chair and collapse herself into the legs of Jungkook.
“Hey baby,” he laughs as he places a hand to her head. “Careful, I don’t wanna ruin that pretty makeup.”
Pouring the last of the pasta onto the third plate, you smile at the girl’s excitement as you make your way to the sink. Putting the pan down, you begin to search the area for all the necessary dishwashing equipment. It’s not until you bend down to check the cabinet beneath the sink that you feel a warm hand creep onto the small of your back.
“Hi, other baby.”
His words are enough to make your stomach do that warm swirly thing that you can’t quite distinguish between fondness or horniness. But given the time and place, you settle with the first and straighten up to place an appropriate PG kiss on his jaw.
“Hi.” You stare for a moment, not quite ready to break away from that gleam in his eyes. “How was the lecture?”
He places his bag on the counter before reaching over to shut off the running faucet, implying for you to not carry on with doing the dishes to which you roll your eyes at before he’s quickly returning a kiss to your lips.
“Nothing too crazy. It was a freshman class so hardly anyone actually understood my material and now I have over thirty frustrated students who I can assume don’t like me. Other than that it was okay.”
You giggle at his predicament, taking his wrist as you drag him over to the table. At the end stands a doe-eyed Dahlia who’s waiting to be lifted back onto her chair, banana milk back in hand as she tiptoes to see the tv.
“That’s okay, we like you.” You say to playfully ease him, earning a soft grin.
Instinctively he goes to help Dahlia up, placing her on the seat and tucking her into the table. He scans her for a moment to make sure she’s stable and won’t fall, and when all is well his eyes venture to the plates of food before him.
“She can cook too? How’d I get so lucky?”
You can’t help but blush at his compliment and even more so at his impaction that you’re his, and you take your seat across from him and beside Dahlia.
“I remember a certain someone saying Dahlia loves pasta so I made her a small bowl of alfredo and in honor of her I made us a pinot grigio-based white sauce pasta.”
“It looks really good, thank you,” he smiles at you. Following his league, another “thank you” is spoken and you and Jungkook smile at the girl’s polite mannerisms.
They both dig in, pretty quiet as their full attention is on devouring their plate. You hold back a giggle as you realize Dahlia is just as much of a foodie as her daddy is. She truly is a mini-Jungkook.
“I should’ve waited to cook until you got here, I could’ve given you some cooking pointers.” You tell Jungkook as you fork a bite for yourself.
“I can cook. . . to some degree.”
“No you can’t,” replies Dahlia, tone genuine and carefree as she calls him out so casually. You shake your head at him as you laugh, only cracking up further when his face washes over in embarrassment.
“Fine, not everyone can be a three-star michelin like you. But I do make a mean pb and j.”
Dahlia cutely nods in agreement to that one, both hands picking up her almost empty cup of banana milk.
“Plus why would I learn when you can just be the cook of the house.”
You smile at his suggestion.
“What if when the cook isn’t at said home? I’m hardly here,” you laugh off, not at all hurt by the reality of it because it’s only the truth. You still have your own apartment, keep in mind.
“What if she can be?”
You halt your forkful, lowering it back down to the plate upon his words. You’re not not aware of what that may imply, but you’re also too scared to assume that you’re right. Frozen, you wait for him to continue.
“What if you are here more?”
“Jungkook, are you asking me to—”
“Shh, don’t think too much about it.” His tone grows a bit quieter as an attempt to not let Dahlia into the adult conversation. “It’s just an offer. It doesn’t have to be this week or even this month. Just think on it. I know graduation is around the corner and I’m not quite ready to stop seeing you every day.”
And before you can respond, though it’s not like you were going to, Jungkook shifts his attention back to the table as a whole, poking Dahlia’s pouty cheek as he asks “so what’d you guys do today?”
Dahlia sits up straighter, ready to tell her dad all about the day you two had. Smiling like an idiot, you give her your full attention as you wait for her to enlighten him.
“We watched movies, played with my plushies, watched another movie—“
“The same movie,” you interrupted. “Almost three times.”
Jungkook lets out an eye-crinkling laugh followed by an “I tried to warn you.”
It’s while you’re still laughing with him that Dahlia perks up in her seat, suddenly remembering something else.
“Oh! And we read a lot of books! She taught me what l-o-v-e spells.” You smile at her enthusiasm and also at her memory of what you taught her.
“Yeah?” Jungkook asks, amused. “I think she taught me what love means too.”
And there goes that whirly thing in your stomach again. This time, though, it’s unmistakable. It’s warm and you only feel it when he says cute domestic and dorky things like that.
You love him. It’s love that you keep feeling time after time with him.
You hold yourself together for the sake of Dahlia as well as yourself, wanting so badly to pout at that but instead you settle with making fun of him.
“That may be the corniest thing you’ve ever said before.”
Jungkook’s head goes back as he laughs, embarrassed but still not double-downing.
“I love you too. Both of you.” You say, no feeling of nervousness this time. It feels natural. Maybe because it is natural. This is natural.
And you’ve never been so damn happy with natural.
“What’s a corny?” Dahlia suddenly asks once the laughter dies down which only makes it start back up again.
“Your daddy. He’s a corny.”
“Both of you finish your food,” he playfully scolds, shaking his head as he glances at you with that same gleam from earlier.
It’s in that moment that you realize just like the warm whirl of love you get in your stomach, he too feels it. Except his love is displayed in the form of a gleam in his eyes.
A gleam you’ve seen from the start.
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay the night?” Jungkook asks against the top of your head.
“I mean it’s still pretty early, if it’s not too late when I’m done running errands I can come back here.”
Nuzzled into his chest on the couch, you’re watching the same damn movie for the forth time today. Neither you or Jungkook have the heart to tell Dahlia no to her favorite movie, though, so you’re kind of stuck with it.
“Where you going anyway? Jungkook asks, hand continuing its previous stroke on your thigh now that Dahlia is half asleep.
“The mall. I still need to get my dress for the Graduation ceremony next week. I’ve been procrastinating.”
“Shit, I completely forgot about that.”
“Are you attending?” you ask, sitting up a bit to give him access to your ass. Like instinct, his hand finds its way there in nanoseconds and he’s gently feeling you out as he responds.
“I have to. Most of the professors do.”
You let out a hum as you continue to look at the screen of bright pastels, trying to decipher if the movie takes place underwater or in some fairy forest. Even after four watches, you still can’t tell.
“Are you bringing sleeping beauty over there?”
“She’s my plus one. I haven’t gotten her anything nice to wear either now that I think of it.”
And out of absolutely nowhere, the still figure that you were convinced was asleep darts up and nearly sends you and Jungkook both into cardiac arrest.
“Appa I want to go dress shopping with Y/N!”
“Jesus Christ,” he whispers under his breath as he moves his hand off your ass and to your shoulder instead. “I thought you were sleeping you little faker,” he tells her as he pokes her side, earning a mischievous giggle.
“Can we?” She pushes, determined to get a yes.
“Baby it’s already six, your bedtime is in two hours. Plus you shouldn’t invite yourself, I’m sure Y/N wants some alone time.”
Wrong.
“I don’t mind at all. If anything it’d be nice to have a helper with me.” You move your lips to his ear, whispering as quietly as humanly possible, “plus if we get back late she’ll be sound asleep in seconds and I’ll be able to help you out tonight.”
Jungkook lets out a low and discreet giggle but doesn’t let himself think too much of it. However, it’s enough for him to rethink his decision.
“Fine. But we’re not buying any toys, Lia, okay?”
She pouts but doesn’t object.
“We’re only gonna buy one dress for Y/N’s special event. Deal?”
“Deal,” the girl mumbles, not entirely happy that we won’t be stopping at her favorite toy store.
“Go put on bye-bye clothes. We’ll leave in ten minutes.”
That’s all the girl needs to hear before she’s racing up the stairs and you and Jungkook yell out “don’t run” in sync.
Given the brief moment of alone time you have, you waste no time throwing one leg over him and straddling him against the backrest of the couch. Both his hands find your ass again, squeezing harshly as he giggles against your lips.
“You sure you want me to go? You’re not sick of me yet?”
You shut him up by capturing his bottom lip between your teeth, biting down until he winces beneath you. You relieve your destruction with a gentle kiss.
“Does it look like I’m sick of you?”
“Yeah. Prove it some more.”
You roll your eyes at his needy banter, swiping your thumb over his lip. You catch eye contact mid-act, and you can’t help but smile the widest when you see his gleam appear.
“What?” He asks, a smile of his own growing.
“Nothing,” you lie.
He narrows his eyes in a cute and determined need-to-know manner.
“I love you,” you give in.
His playful expressions soften and when he looks you dead in the eye with that gleam you swear you can hear every single thought in his head. The reflection of yourself in his pupils only confirms it.
He’s thinking of you. Just you.
“I love you.” He repeats. And there’s something about the way he doesn’t add “too” that makes it even more special.
He’s not just agreeing. He’s telling you.
“I’m dooone~” a bouncy voice shouts from the stairs. You have just enough time to remove yourself from his lap but he twists to capture your lips in his.
You swat at his chest as you hear Dahlia’s steps reclining further and further down the steps, but by the time he’s pulling away you want more and you have just the right amount of seconds to peck his lips before Dahlia is in sight.
“Ready?” He asks, sort of out of it. You smile.
“Yes!” She exclaims as she helps herself out of the front door.
Jungkook is quick to stand up, grabbing his keys from his bag on the counter before following her out the door. You trail behind him, even when he opens the back door for Dahlia and buckles her into her car seat.
Once he shuts the door, you turn to him with a question.
“You don’t think we’ll run into you-know-who at the mall, do you?”
Jungkook sighs. Not in a frustrated way, though. More of an it’s-cute-that-you’re-worried-but-don’t-worry kind of way.
“You’re overthinking again. I highly doubt that we will. Plus so what if we do? I already told you, don’t worry about her. She’s not important.”
You nod, still not entirely ridded of your worry.
“What is it?”
“Just imagine if she runs into me having quality family time with her family. That’d be so bad.”
Jungkook steps closer.
“You’re more our family than she ever was. At least you make time for Lia, that’s something Nessa doesn’t ever do much of.”
Your heart breaks upon hearing that. Day after day you only discover more cruel traits of her, and this one really pains you. A bright, kind girl like Dahlia does not deserve a mom like that.
You’ve never considered it to be your place, but now you have no problem fulfilling that role for her. Every girl needs a mom, or at least something equivalent to one.
You’re glad Dahlia has you, and you’re sure as hell not going anywhere now.
“C’mon, the sooner we get back the sooner I can get that special help of yours.”
Snapping out of your head and registering what he just said, you swat at his chest as you giggle on the way to the passenger side door.
“I better be getting some special help later too,” you tease before you both get in.
“Oh you will. . .”
“Just one, Lia, then we’re going home.”
Three bags and almost four toy stores later, Jungkook follows behind you and Dahlia with bags to his elbows as she picks out a plushy.
He couldn’t resist her puppy eyes when she asked to buy at least one barbie and one plushy, and you were no help at all when you mentioned the new plushy store that opened up at the mall recently. That leads you to now, helping her reach a little sushi plushy on a high shelf. It’s a tuna roll with a cute little smile on it and you gasp like a little kid when you discover the even cuter nigiri plushy behind it.
“Lia look!” You show her, enticing a gasp of her own. “Another one! Isn’t it cute?”
“Appa, can we get both? Please~”
You immediately turn to face Jungkook who’s already squinting his eyes at you, and you can’t help but giggle as you mouth “sorry” with a guilty expression.
“Fine. Just those two, nothing else.”
Dahlia squeals in excitement, skipping over to the cash register with her little tuna roll plushy tucked in her arm. You and Jungkook follow behind, the little nigiri plushy in yours.
Holding it out for Jungkook to see, you decide to push his nerves further.
“You gotta admit, they are pretty adorable.”
“How old are you again?”
Hitting his bicep, you both quietly giggle as he greets the cashier and pulls out his card— the same card that he used to pay for your dress earlier.
Another event you keep thinking about. The dress was nice. Too nice for him to just casually pay for it.
Just like how his offer to move in was nice. Too fucking nice to be true.
What you didn’t want to do was go down this path of overthinking over something good. It’s good that Jungkook is considering your relationship as something serious. Great, even.
But what’s not good is that you’re a bit panicked about it.
You’re just not used to this kind of treatment. You’re not used to this kind of loyalty. And all of it is just so good that you’ve grown to question if you deserve it.
Because why the hell would the universe be so good to you all of a sudden?
You won’t go on to tell yourself that it’s too good to be true, though. You know it’s true. What you two have is nothing but true. But you will question how you scored something so special.
All you can do is adjust to it and enjoy it because again, you’re not going anywhere. And neither is he.
So Jungkook was wrong.
Although it was your bright idea to hit one last clothing store before you left. You thought it’d be a good idea to buy some clothes to keep at Jungkook’s place until you make your final decision to move in. Now, an aisle away stands the one person you hoped you wouldn’t run into.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive. That’s literally her.”
“Fuck, okay just don't make too much of a big deal out of it. If we walk fast enough we can pass her by without Dahlia noticing her.”
You and Jungkook exchange each word in a whisper, and Jungkook tugs Dahlia’s hand that’s in his towards the exit.
But it all goes to shit when you drop your phone and Dahlia turns around to pick it up for you, seeing her mother passing by the end cap as she looks up.
“Mommy!” Dahlia shouts, earning the attention of the caught-off-guard woman. She holds a look of what one would label guilt, but the second she sees you it shifts into something of vile satisfaction.
“Lia baby, let’s g—”
“Hi Dally,” the woman says as she bends down to reach her level, pulling her in for a hug. She looks up at Jungkook, who was rudely interrupted.
“Hey Gukkie.”
“It’s Jungkook, and we were just leav—“
“And you must be Nessa,” you stand your ground.
She might treat Jungkook like shit and get in his head when they’re alone, but you won’t allow it to happen now. Especially not in front of you or Dahlia.
“I am,” she says, tone sharp and gaze even sharper. She stands up, completely disregarding her daughter who’s clearly excited to see her.
You scoff at that.
When Nessa walks closer to you, Jungkook places his hand on the small of your back— prepared to separate a potential fight.
“I’ve heard so much about you,” you fake a polite tone for sarcastic effect. “None of which is really good.” You tilt your head in pity.
“I’m sure he’s told you many things before. He’s always had a way with words.” She smiles at him through her next words. “It just kinda sucks when you learn none of his words are true.”
“Nessa, don’t start this.” Jungkook sighs, not in the mood to deal with her accusing antics. “Y/N, come on, let’s just go home.”
Dahlia stands beside you, too young to understand what tension is and why it’s surrounding you and her mom.
“You put that makeup on her?” Nessa asks you after noticing the subtle tint to her daughter’s eyelids and the glitter on her lips.
“I felt bad after knowing her mommy doesn’t do stuff like that with her.”
Nessa takes a step forward and Jungkook is already putting himself in between you two.
“Gukkie, come on. You know I wouldn’t hurt a child.” The woman laughs. “How old are you anyway? You look a bit young for Gukkie. Let me guess, daddy issues?”
“Nessa what the fuck?” Jungkook blurts out, too bothered to remember to watch his language in front of Dahlia.
“It’s okay,” you say with your eyes dead on hers. “Lia, say bye to mommy— your other mommy,” you say proudly, not at all intimidated by the look her features shift into.
Even Jungkook stands there with his mouth slightly agape, not knowing what to say as Dahlia follows your instructions and gives Nessa a quick side hug before taking hold of Jungkook’s hand.
And before you turn around to leave, Nessa leans in closer to whisper one last thing in your ear.
“If you think playing house with my family is fun just wait til' all the cards unfold. Then you’ll see the truth. You’ll see that—“
“Babe are you almost ready?” A male voice suddenly approaches from the end of the aisle.
Each head turns to face him, and you and Jungkook watch as the man grabs hold of Nessa’s waist in a loving manner. Her eyes go wide as she twists to look at the man whose words were addressed to her, then straight to Jungkook.
The look on her face is enough to confirm exactly what you both are thinking, and with one look at Jungkook, you grin at the satisfaction of the situation while Jungkook holds an expression of amusement.
Your eyes land sharply on Nessa’s as you utter your final words.
“What a fucking hypocrite.”
~~~
a/n: our fav couple is backkkkkkkkkk omg it’s been since september!?!😵💫 i promise they won’t disappear for that long ever again!! i’ve been busy but i’m gonna start setting time aside for tp bc it’s literally my baby 😤 anywayss hoped y’all liked this chap!! there’s only a few more chaps left unfortunately so i’m gonna try to make the best of it :))) as always ty for reading and pls do all the things if u enjoyeddd 🫶🏻🫶🏻 (also f!ck nessa 🙄 y/n put her in her mf placeee)
[ ! ] this is part of the bad influence collection, and you cannot read this as a stand-alone.
— summary; in which you two can’t run from your problems any longer.
— contents and warnings; smut, fluff, a disgusting amount of angst, badboy!jungkook x goodgirl!reader, enemies to lovers, (not so) secret relationship, arguments, smoking, they take a break, everyone is sad, jisoo feels betrayed, more cinematic parallels to the previous parts, FINALLY the L word, two smut scenes!, dirty talk, breast play, so much kissing, soft sex, oral (m receiving), deepthroating, fingering, pet names, praise kink, 1 single spank, unprotected sex (don’t.), creampie, sentimental cockwarming lol, one (1) mention of “daddy” but more mockingly than as the actual kink, anyways this goes downhill really fast but it has a happy ending so hang on!!
— words; 23,7k
— author’s note; what can I say except: I’m sorry? We’ve finally reached The Angst. Hope it doesn’t disappoint. (Ps: the “tribulation” drabble is very important for this part!! Also the “feels like summer” one. So please read those if you haven’t already!)
Thinking back now, it was impressive that you and Jungkook managed to go as far as you did without any major problems arising and threatening your relationship. Also thinking back now, it was quite obvious that those issues would catch up to you sooner or later.
Yongsun was somewhat interested in the mystical, spiritual parts of life — which was the reason why she almost joined a cult and sold her soul, and also why you started to pay attention to equal numbers in the first place. By the end of the summer, even if you didn’t believe it one bit, those so-called angel numbers were starting to get obnoxious given how often you saw them on your phone screen and, every single time, the meaning would be the same: big changes coming, life is moving towards a different cycle. A tower moment, if you will.
You thought that was the biggest cop-out in history: life is always changing, always moving and, if you believed something like that, even an alteration so small as a change in your class schedule would be enough confirmation that those repeated numbers were correct. Nevertheless, even if you weren’t buying all that esoteric mumble jumble your roommate drilled into your brain, it was obvious that something was about to shift.
Before all that, summer had been perfect, a huge slice of paradise that you were sure you would only experience once in a lifetime. The days you spent with Jungkook were healing, comforting, and you walked out of that month (and a half!) by his side much more secure in your relationship. Even if your last night together wasn’t exactly textbook romance, it still had depth in its own, gut-wrenching way.
And that was where the main issue started.
You had made a promise to Jungkook that night: that you wouldn’t leave him like he meant nothing to you; that you would be there for him if ever he needed you. And, for those last few months, you had been truthful to your word. Still, considering your shared inability to fully discuss your feelings for one another, your much-awaited return to campus wasn’t as tranquil as you had hoped it would be.
>>pairing: jungkook x reader / dilf!jk x grocery store clerk!oc
>>genre: friends with benefits, smut, angst
>>word count: 29.3k 😁
>>warnings: dom jk, sub oc, age gap, oc club era 🪩🥂, oc heart to heart with…, enter mr park seojoon !!, budding friendships 🥰, mending of relationships, enter dilf !!, reconciliation finally, but still we yearn, and jk is still a little stewpid, however!! he is doing his best!!, mostly oc pov i think, warning for a little bit of sad bc she is sad !!, but not too sad 😼, enter jock !!, dilf jk stuff: asking for permission, saying thank u, etc., fore play in the form of a lil dry humping 🫶🏻, finishes (multiple),, oral (m & f), dirty talk, lovesick gross smitteness 👎🏻, jreampie 👍🏻, and finally, enter nari !! (🧋)
>>notes: finally am i right 🤣
this is part of my dilf jk series that can be found on my masterlist
>>summary: you’re trying to forget jungkook, but he’s trying to make sure you remember why you shouldn’t.
Warning: dirty talk, camgirl, voyuerism, squirting, sex toys, threesome, fingering, oral (m & f receiving), unprotected sex,
Description: Jungkook regrets introducing Jimin to your content. You're his favorite camgirl (and the only one he watches rigorously) and he would've never thought he would be head-to-head with his best friend. The contest? Win a night with you.
"Hyung stop it!" Jungkook hisses at his laptop, facetime open to see a determined Jimin. "I'm the one who introduced you to her content! That means I'm the one that deserves to win the contest!"
"That doesn't make sense, Kookie." Jimin rolls his eyes with a scoff. "It's a contest and I'm going to win it."
Jungkook groans, vigorously continuing to fill your inbox with multiple coins - that transfer into money - and he only knows Jimin is doing the same.
Jungkook was a man and like most men, he enjoyed the idea of porn. He wasn't a fiend - only watching it when he found it absolutely necessary. He wasn't one to exceed 5 minutes, either, and opted to find a video that would make him cum fast.
It changed when he found you. He was scrolling through pages of a random porn site, attempting to find the right video to watch. Suddenly, you popped up. He never usually clicks such ads, but you appear inviting. The link took him to a different website - your website. Quickly, he viewed an array of pictures that you allowed for free and he was hooked.
Worship Angel - and worship you Jungkook did.
Jungkook never paid for porn before. However, your website had him hooked that he couldn't help but want more. There was only one free video attached as a free trial - a 2 minute video of you riding a bright blue dildo like your life depended on it. He couldn't move his eyes away from how your pussy - wet and creaming - gripping around the dildo. It took him 5 seconds to wrap his hand around his cock and pump along with you.
It was embarrassing. Jungkook bookmarked your website and went back nearly everyday to the pornographic video. He memorized the sound of your moans when you came around the dildo. There was so many times he could watch this same video without wanting more - so he became a subscirber.
Jungkook doesn't regret his decision in subscribing to you - the first 3 months being 50% off and the following months 70,000 won. He didn't mind paying it, especially with all the content you gave. Pictures, gif's and videos - even livestreams! You had chats where you spoke to each subscriber and a private chatroom that they could enter for a small fee. Being awkward, Jungkook never entered, but he wasn't opposed to it.
Day by day, Jungkook finds himself entering your website. He turned on your notifications the second week when you had posted on your website that you'd be going live. He nearly died when he joined the livestream with a thousand other subscribers - the amount of money he tipped was insane. Each livestream he tuned in and watched - no matter where he was. If he was at work, he'd lock himself in his office with his airpods and muffle his sounds. If he was out and about with friends, he'd make an excuse to go to the nearest restroom - or leave all together.
This was one of the reasons why Jimin found out.
One too many times Jungkook would scroll through his phone, widen his eyes and excuse himself. Over hangouts, dinner and even when they were shopping. He could never understand what Jungkook was doing until he peaked his eyes over his phone and caught you - legs wide open and pussy on full display. He notes how Jungkook stops scrolling on his phone to admire the photo. Before Jimin turned his head away, he made sure to catch the name of the website.
Worship Angel.
It didn't take Jimin long for him to subscribe to you. His favorite content of yours were the livestreams - the different toys you used, the slutty costumes and themes you went along with. He admired the way your pussy clenched around the array of dildos you used and how wet your clit got when you turned the vibrators on max.
"I've been subscribed to her longer!" Jungkook suddenly screams over the phone.
"If that's your logic then her first subscriber should win the contest." Jimin replies sassily.
It was just yesterday when both Jimin and Jungkook got the same notification.
New Notification from Worship.Angel: Hello, loves! I've been thinking of ways to give back to all my subscribers and what better way to thank you all than...having my lips wrapped around your cocks? 🥰 I'm currently hosting a 'Fuck a Fan' event. One of you can meet up with me and make a video together. It's up to you if we upload it or not! Fill out the form attached to this post and follow the correct protocol and we'll see who wins! Good luck, loves! I can't wait to fuck you 💗
That email alone had both men hard and it wasn't long until two forms were sent to your inbox - along with thousands of coins being sent and soon transferred to your bank account.
You were well acquainted with these men - they were big spenders. They bought items off of your wishlist often and sent tips whenever you went live - or even on random days when you weren't posting. You were intrigued by them and were positive that they were wealthy - how else could they spend thousands on you a week and then some?
You aren't sure what their actual names are or if their account names were a form of their own - Kookie and Jiminie. Those were the only two names that stood out to you in the sea of comments that flooded through on your livestreams. It was a pattern - they'd be the first two to join and call you beautiful and ask of your day - the only two to do so. They would tip you, starting with Kookie sending a large amount, and Jiminie sending the same or sometimes larger.
Again, it was a pattern. With the amount of money they sent you - though appreciated - you understood that both men had to know one another. Even now as you scan through the forms sent by both men, attached with a picture id and STD report no later than a week, you were sure they were well acquainted and possibly even fighting for your attention.
Your mouth salivates at the picture ID's - they were young and gorgeous and their names were similar to the ones on their account. Park Jimin, a year older than you and a dance choreographer (that excites you, because all the dancers you've met had a way within the bedroom). Jeon Jungkook, self-employed photographer and videographer, a year younger than you.
The last type of men you were expecting were two young men such as them - having no need to pay you for sex or even pay to watch what you do. You would be lining up with hundreds of girls to just get a piece of them - so in the end, it was safe to say that it was difficult to choose just one. Maybe it was selfish of you to ignore the other hundred requests coming in and just focus on these two men - but who wouldn't?
Your eyes opened the forms once more and eye their ID's when a smirk forms onto your lips and an imaginary light bulb blinks virgiously above your head.
Worship Angel: Hello loves! 💓
Jimin hears the familiar notification go off from his phone. He had just finished his sandwich when he hears it - he knows it came from you because of the personal notification sound he set.
Gulping, Jimin unlocks his phones and goes towards the app - a new one you created to be closer to your subscribers. He's never felt so seen before and it was easier than having to log into his account each time on the browser.
Hundres of messages come through the public chat forum, all saying how sexy you were and they wished they could fuck you. Jimin rolls his eyes, he had more class than that.
Jimine: Hello, Angel. 🥰
Jimin scans the few comments and glares at a familiar name.
Kookie: How are you, Angel? Hopefully you're feeling well today. 💞
Jimin scoffs. Jungkook was such a kiss ass. He clicks the little coin button next to the chat.
Jiminie sent 120,000 won to Angel.
A few miles away in his own home, Jungkook snickers. "Fucking simp." he hisses as he witnesses the notification on the chat.
Kookie sends 150,000 won to Angel.
tig_bitties: Not these two motherfuckers again. Can you guys let us have our moment? Not all of us have money to waste. 🥺
Jiminie: Then leave.
Jungkook: Right. Why are you here??? It's called WORSHIP Angel for a reason! 🙄
Jiminie: Dummy.
Jungkook: Broke boy! 🤣🚩
You giggle at the comments. Unbeknownst to your subscribers, you could add anyone as favorites. That meant that whatever comment they posted would always show at the very top with a little star by their name - the same list Kookie and Jiminie were on.
Worship Angel: I've decided on the winner of the 'Fuck a Fan' event. I'll be going live in 10 minutes. Don't miss out!
Jungkook flips Jimin off in the facetime, camera pointed at his face.
"You think trying to one up me is going to make you win the Fuck a Fan contest?" Jimin smirks at his dongaseng.
"She doesn't need a man the same size as her fucking her." Jungkook scoffs.
Jimin widen his eyes. "Take that back."
It was ridiclious to be arguing with his best friend over fucking you - a camgirl who also had hundreds of other requests. Jungkook wouldn't be upset if he lost to anyone - but losing to Jimin? Unacceptable. If there was any chance that Jimin won against him, he'd have to make sure he didn't go. He had no guilty conscience in popping his tires if he needed to - that's just how serious Jungkook was about this.
Yet and still, Jungkook and Jimin did bond over you. Their other friends didn't know the extent of just how fascinated they were with one woman. After every livestrream, Jungkook would text Jimin and asked what he thought about you squirting on the camera and Jimin would go on and on about how hard he came and soon they'd be discussing you for hours.
Maybe it was a little obsessive - but they were men and who doesn't discuss porn with their friends?
Jungkook sees the notification banner on his phone and clicks in in seconds. You were going live.
Jimin does the same thing - apartments down in his own bedroom. He licks his lips when his eyes scans your figure in the skimpiest lingerie. Said lingerie was a bright yellow color and mesh - your erect nipples peeking through.
Jungkoom moans when you playfully open your legs. You bring two fingers into your mouth to suck it. You bring them out of your mouth with a pop and rub them over your bare clit - the crotchless panties you wore made them easier. You spread the lip apart and Jungkook nearly dies by just how wet you were.
"Hello, loves!" your sweet voice sends shivers through Jimin's spine - you sounded just like an Angel. "The fuck a fan event is tomorrow. I can't wait to fuck you..." Jungkook wastes no time in throwing off his sweats and underwear and spitting into his hand, having no time to grab any lotion.
Besides you is the rubber sex toy - the torso and dildo that you enjoyed fucking because it always drove your subscribers wild pretending it was them. Besides said sex toy was your vibrator, a bright pink one that was one of your favorites, the power it held in such a small device was incredible. Your eyes skim over the comments, smirk on your lips when you see Kookie and Jiminie - your top subscribers. They funded your lifestyle completely and you made a mental note to do something special for your top subscribers - they should have a more exclusive access.
Jimin watches as you take hold of the torso. A string of saliva drips from your lips and atop of the tip of the rubber dildo - your hands cupping around the length of it and stroking.
Jungkook is already pumping his cock, no regrets even when you haven't done anything yet.
"I should tell you all about the Fuck A Fan event but I just can't wait..." you pout your lips cutely. You lift yourself up, grasping the vibrator as you plant both feet on your bed, camera on full view. You gently bring yourself down onto the cock, moaning as it enters you.
Kookie: Take your time, Angel. We'll wait for you! 💞
Your eyes read the words from Jungkook. You turn on the vibrator, the buzzing sound being heard throughout your room and into the lives of hundreds of others. You slowly lift yourself from the dildo to crash down again. "Thank you, Kookie. You're always so patient with me."
Jungkook roughly pumps his cock in his hands, shaking his head. "Oh shit..." he hisses. The sound of his name coming from your lips has him over the edge and damn how he wanted to hear it again.
Jimine sends 300,000 won to Angel.
Jimin just wants you to say his name the way you said Jungkook's. It wasn't fair!
"Thank you so much, Jiminie." you moan, pressing the vibrator to your clit as you continued to ride the cock like your life depended on it. You could see them when you close your eyes - it was easier to put a face to the name that was Kookie and Jiminie now that you knew who they were - and all you could think about was having them fuck you while one held the vibrator.
Jungkook cums in his hands, no matter if you moaned Jimin's name or not. Your pussy is making such filthy noises and you look beautiful - remarkably so. He's breathing heavy, hooded eyeslids not leaving his phone screen. Usually when he cums watching videos, he'd turn off the porno and feel ashamed - not with you. No matter how early you made him cum on himself, he'd always remain until you were done livestreaming, tipping in between.
Jungkook sends 370,000 won to Angel.
Kookie: You're so beautfiul, Angel. 😍
Jimin: You truly are. Thank you for gracing us with your prescence! 🥰
Jimin cums when he hears you release a high-pitched moan. His hands were warm and sticky but he could only sigh in relief. His forehead was dripping with beads of sweat and he was still trying to catch his breath.
You looked towards the camera, positive that Jungkook and Jimin were watching, and smirk. "I can't wait to fuck you Kookie and Jiminie." you moan right before squirting, lifting yourself up from the dildo and releasing it all over your bed.
Jungkook stiffens while miles away Jimin covers his hand - freshly clean - over his lips and gasps.
You bid your goodbyes with a small smile and wave - even giving a little wink to the two men who you knew were watching you. You've made it clear that you desired both of them if anything. You've never had more than one man before - the idea of being dominated by two sends shivers down your spine.
You go onto your laptop to make corrections and to thank a few people for watching and spending their hard-earned money on you. You then go into the app settings and click on Kookie and Jiminie's account.
"You think she was mistaken when she said our names?" Jungkook asks.
"Maybe. We are her biggest tippers. Maybe that's what she meant?"
Jungkook nods. "Maybe you're right." he murmurs - yet and still, he couldn't get it out of his mind. He was jittery when you turned off the live and he wasted no time in facetiming Jimin.
You hit save and smirk. Now all you had to do was wait for them.
Jimin widens his eyes when he sees the notification bannering his phone. "Do you-"
"Yeah." Jungkook gulps. He presses the notification.
Worship Angel has added Jiminie and Kookie to Premium Plus Membership! Membership includes all-access to Angel herself with video calls, exclusive videos and pictures!
Jungkook grunts over the phone while Jimin bites his lips. He re-reads the message highlighted in green three times before he speaks.
"All access..."
"Exclusive videos and pictures..." Jungkook continues.
Both men squealed like school girls.
Jungkook scrolls through the exclusive pictures and videos in awe. Not all of them were sexual - some were selfies of you. He admires them nonetheless. Though he's seen your face on livestreams, you rarely show your face when you post pictures and even videos.
Worship Angel: Congradulations on winning the fuck a fan event, Jungkook and Jimin, as well as being added as Premium Plus members!
Worship Angel: Premium Plus means I spend exclusive time with you two more than Premium Members. You have access to more variety of pictures, videos and even on one - or two - video calls. Are there any questions?
Kookie: Thank you so much!
Jiminie: If you don't mind me asking...how does this event work when you chose both of us?
Jiminie: Thank you for choosing me!
Worship Angel: No problem, my loves
Jimin feels his heart pumps with excitement.
Worship Angel: I've looked into you two and assumed you both knew one another. Am I wrong?
Kookie: Unfortunately you're not
Jiminie: You're jealous
Kookie: Of your height? Never. 🤣
You giggle - they definetly knew one another.
Worship Angel: Whatever makes the two of you comfortable. We can meet one on one
Worship Angel: Or you can fulfil my dreams of having both of you. It's your call! 😘
"What do you want to do?" Jimin asks Jungkook over the phone. Today was the day of the Fuck a Fan event and to say he was neverous would be an understatement.
"She said she wants both of us." Jungkook shrugs. He sprays a few pumps of his cologne and licks his lips. "I'm down with it."
"You are?" Jimin furrows a brow. He's never had sex with one than one person. Obviously, he won't be doing anything with Jungkook - but having the younger be there is what terrifies him.
"Yes. You're my Hyung and I'm comfortable around you." Jungkook smiles. "Better you than a random old man on the street."
Jimin chuckles. "You're right, I suppose." he murmurs.
"Are we riding together or..."
"We can ride together. Make it easier." Jimin nods. It would die down the growing awkwardness he was feeling of Jungkook and he had a chance to talk on the way there.
"Come outside then, loser." Jungkook says, he's already honking his horn. He was caught in his own thoughts that he hadn't realized Jungkook wasn't in his room any longer and indeed outside his apartment.
On the way there, Jimin couldn't help but use the Preium Plus to his advantage. The entire day you were adding pictures and videos - showing off the lingerie you wore; claiming you wore it for them. His nerves were kicking in and having the chance to meet you was astonishing him.
Having the chance to fuck you...
Jimin shudders.
Jungkook kept his cool, yet his mind was swirling as his hands grip the steering wheel. All he can think about is having you beneath him, on top of him - even on top of Jimin. Your admition to wanting not just him, but his Hyung had him hard at the thought.
Jimin hears a notification - the personalized sound tells him that it's you.
Worship Angel: I can't wait to be on my knees for you guys
Worship Angel: It's making me wet just thinking about it...
Jimin closes his eyes to take a deep breath. Another plus of being part of Premium Plus - you talked directly to him and Jungkook.
"She's going to be the death of me." Jimin says aloud.
Jungkook snorts. "Can't handle it already?"
Jungkook bites his words now more than ever at the site of you in front of him. When he arrived at the address given to them, he had made sure he looked presentable before getting out of the car. The home sat on the edge of a long road, the last house of it. Before him or Jimin could knock on the door it opens - and he sees you wearing nothing but thong panties.
Jimin chokes and Jungkook finds it hard not to stare. He begins to blink, his eyes attempting to keep them on your face.
"Hello." you smile at them. Your hands - soft at the touch - gently grasp Jimin's then Jungkook's. You tug them inside and Jungkook closes the door behind him. "You seem nervous."
Jimin takes a deep breath. "Not everyday I get to be in the presence of such a lovely woman."
You giggle. "Really?" you tighten your grip on their hands. "I would think such men like you would have women lining up to suck your cocks."
It was Jungkook's turn to chuckle.
"Or is it just me?" you ask, turning to face them. Both men stopped dead in their tracks, and when you don't get a response you smirk at them. "Are you guys thirsty?"
Jimin nods. His throat was feeling dry and he could no longer stop himself from trailing his eyes down your body.
You bring them into a large room - Jungkook recognizes it immediately as the room you do all your livestreams in. The large round bed with satin sheets lay in the middle of the room. On your nightstand he sees all types of toys - dildos, vibrators and even plugs.
On the corner of the room, there's a camera and Jimin is sure this is how you record your content. He licks his lips as he examines the room - water bottles littering the table with even some bottles of alcohol.
"I figured you two would be nervous. Would Liquid courage help?" you grab ahold of a bottle of whiskey, furrowing a brow.
Jungkook nods.
"Before I hand it to you." you say, opening it and pouring three shots. "I want you two out of your clothes and down to your underwear."
Jimin doesn't hesitate. There's something about a woman demanding him to do something that makes his cock hard.
Jungkook follows soon after and sweetly, you smile and hand them the shot. "We're recording now. It's up to you two if you want to show the Premium members or keep it for just our eyes only." you lift the shot glass in the air. "You don't have to decide now. Cheers."
"Cheers." Jungkook and Jimin says in unison.
It happened in a matter of seconds - Jungkook taking his shot with you to you forcing Jimin into the bed to watch as you went down on Jungkook.
Jimin was once embarrassed - this was his donsaeng. But the way you wrapped your lips around Jungkook's cock and proceeded to gag was enough for him to wrap his hand around his own cock. Jungkook's head was pushed back and he twitches as you throat his cock - curses being released from his throat.
One thing for certain, you were going to have fun. With such fine men in your home, you wouldn't hesitate to have both of them - Jungkook's cock now hitting your throat as you massage his balls satiates you. Your eyes flicker to Jimin who has his eyes on you, cocking being pumped roughly in his hands.
"Shit." Jimin moans after witnessing you release Jungkook's cock from your lips and spit on it.
"I want your cock now." you look straight at Jimin who only whimpers needily.
Jungkook shudders - you were amazing. He's unsure how long it's been since his cock has been deepthroated - but he knew well enough that no one would compare to you. He turns his head to find you, ass in the air, as you proceed to suck off Jimin.
Jungkook bites his lip. Without thinking, his hand flies out to slap your ass roughly. You squeak against Jimin's cock, but Jungkook doesn't stop. Your ass was so slapable and the amount of times he wished he could do just this...he was going to have his fun.
Jimin, eyes hooded, witness as Jungkook removes the thong. "You're soaking through these." he chuckled. Jungkook was more confident and it showed. "You're already dripping on the sheets, Angel."
Your scream is muffled by Jimin's cock when you feel a warm tongue lick against your clit. Jungkook proceeds to lick along your clit, encouraging you to ride his face as he does so.
The site was truly something straight from a porn. You were now pumping Jimin's cock as Jungkook eats you out, hand occasionally slapping your ass. Jimin bites his lip. "You're sucking me so good, Angel." he whimpers, head pushed back.
Jimin didn't want to cum - not without feeling your pussy around him first. He yanks your head off of him. He pulls you away from Jungkook, who groans, and flips you to your back.
"Isn't she beautfiul, Kookie?" Jimin asks, marveled at the sight of your naked body wet beneath them. "I want to see her squirt."
Jungkook smirks and nods in agreement.
Your legs are being pushed open, both men between them. Jimin's mouth connects to your clit while Jungkook's fingers enter inside, curling. He wastes no time in pumping while Jimin proceeds to lick your clit sloppily - head bobbing back and forth and eyes up at you.
Your hands squeeze your breast at the sensation. You were a single woman who made a living in sex work. You only ever had sex by yourself - so to have two men catering to your needs is astonishing. Two experienced men at that.
"You're just a whore who needed to be stuffed, huh?" Jungkook shakes his head, hand pumping inside of you - determinded not to stop until you squirted like he wanted you to.
"She tastes good." Jimin huffs. His hands come beneath your knees to hook them up to your shoulders. The new position allows Jungkook to go even deeper - all the while Jimin licks at your clit as if it was his final meal.
"I-I can't handle it!" you moan out, shaking your head. "It's too-"
"We'll stop when you cum." Jungkook ignores your protests. You were soaking his hand, the creamy substance was dripping down his wrists now.
You twitched and jolted, eyes fluttering. It was too much - you thought it would be easy with these two men but you were mistaken. Now that they loosened up and were comfortable, they were completely animalistic.
"I-I'm cumming!" you shout suddenly, shaking your head. You could feel wet hot tears on your cheeks.
"Bitch is cumming so hard she's crying, hyung." Jungkook darkly laughs, pussy clenching around his fingers. A few more thrusts and you do just that - liquid shooting out of you and on the bed and their chests.
Jimin rubs your clit hastily with a nod of his head. "You're so wet, Angel. The wettest pussy I've ever seen."
You're trying to catch your breath, fingertips clenching your silk sheets. "I need someone to fuck me." you pleaded.
"How do you want to fuck her, Kookie?"
Jungkook imagined fucking you a million ways - but now that he was here with you, all he can think about was watching your ass bounce against his cock.
You feel Jungkook turning you around, bringing your ass to the air. You're so wet that he's sure he can slide himself right into you.
You yelp when you feel him - he's thick and filling you so well. "I want both of you to fuck me." you begged, opening your mouth wide for Jimin to enter his cock into you.
"Who knew you were so dirty, Angel." Jimin grasps your chin, bringing your lips to his cock.
"Ready, Hyung?" Jungkook asks, hands tightening around your waist.
Jimin nods.
Jungkook fucks into you rapidly, his eyes unsure where to land. Jimin was a different person - not the same caring and shy man he usually is. His hands tangle themselves into your hair as he thrusts inside of you. His thrusts were no different - skin slapping and gagging moans could be heard around the room.
A truly filthy scene.
You're still crying - happy tears. Lustful tears. Jungkook was fucking you too perfectly that you were sure by the end of this, you'd fall in love and end up stalking him. Jimin would be the same - the way he's thrusting into you ensures you that he knows exactly how to fuck.
"I want to cum on this ass." Jungkook slaps your ass - then again, and again and again. He wasn't going to last long - your pussy was just too wet and warm for him. One thing for sure - he'd remember this day up until his very last breath.
"Please cum on my ass." you choke out when Jimin releases your lips from his cock, refusing to cum just yet. "You're fucking me so good I'm going to cum again."
Jungkook's fingernails dug into your skin, he wasn't going to last with you moaning for him. He quickly pulls out of you and pumps his cock in his hand right above you.
You feel the warm substance on your ass and you sigh, head hanging. You could no longer hold yourself up, chest feeling tight. You've came twice already - and will be cumming again soon with Jimin.
"Damn." Jungkook falls back against the bed, eyes fluttering. He doesn't remember the last time he came that hard.
"Your turn." you lift your head to look at Jimin. Shakily, you tug him onto the bed. You were going to ride him like your life depended on it.
Jimin lays on the bed with you hovering above him. How many times had he watched you fuck yourself on camera wishing it was him?
Today it will be him.
Jimin hisses when he feels your walls around him. How were you so tight? The way Jungkook fucked you, he'd thought you would've been too tired to ride him.
Your feet are placed flat on the bed, hands laid loosely on his chest. You're crashing down on him, each time sending shivers up your spine. You feel him deep inside of you and with this you'll be coming soon with overstimulation.
Jimin is a mess, shaking his head with clenched eyes each time you crash against his cock. You were too tight and too wet for him to not act this way. He holds onto your waist, gently rubbing it.
"I can't believe how good you both fucked me." you murmur, leaning down so that your lips were near his plump ones.
Jimin opens his eyes, staring straight into yours. He thrusts into you, matching your pace, fingernails gripping your waist now. "Yeah?" he asks cockily. "I've wanted this pussy for so long."
Your hands grip his neck tightly, eyes narrowing. "Show me how much you wanted it, Jimine." you tease him.
Jimin does just that.
Your moans turn to high-pitched screams with the way his fucks into you. You're no longer moving, just hovering above him as he whispers dirty thoughts into your ears.
Jimin feels your pussy clench - months of watching you fuck yourself, he understands you're cumming. He admires the way your eyes brows knit and you begin to shake and tremble in his embrace. "Cum for me."
Jungkook regains consciousness in time to find Jimin pushing you saway and cumming on your stomach. He rubs his eyes just when Jimin lays besides you, breathing heavy.
Jungkook lays on the other side of you and releases a satisfactory sigh.
>>pairing: jungkook x reader / dilf!jk x grocery store clerk!oc
>>genre: friends with benefits, smut, a lil bit of fluff, angst
>>word count: 17k -.-
>>warnings: dom jk, sub oc, age gap, dilf jk stuff: asking for permission, saying thank you, sexual tension, gross domestic flirting 🙄, push up kisses, orgasms, oc getting overwhelmed bc jock is too gewd <3, oral (m), rimming !!, mirror sex, one (1) spank, jreampie <3, tummy bulging (kinda? he presses on her tum to feel it?), praise, dirty talk, encouragement, showering together, kisses 😚, ex wife has arrived, mentions of divorce, a lil bit of sad talk about nari :(, nari is two now!!, misunderstandings, arguments, jk lowkey got some issues he needs to work thru lol, he thinks in extremes, oc is in love </3, a very drastic 180 occurs
>>notes: ex wife arrives and literally makes everything explode lmao
this is part of my dilf jk series that can be found on my masterlist
>>summary: seeds of doubt are planted and unfortunately they grow faster than love. things with jk fall apart.
>>pairing: jungkook x reader / dilf jk x grocery store clerk oc
>>genre: strangers to lovers, friends with benefits, smut, fluff
>>status: on going
** snacks are drabbles that can be read as stand alones. they are not relevant to the plot. they are not written chronologically, but i order them as such as i go **
most recent work will be labeled: !! NEW !!
you find a baby in your store and in turn, a dilf finds you
❥⁞ part one: the art of wanting - 10.3k words, (m)
you find a baby in your store and in turn, a dilf finds you.
❥⁞ snack: the art of caring - 4.7k words, (m)
jk picks you up after a fight with your roommates… he and nari are better company anyway!!
❥⁞ snack: gardening/pool day drabble - 1.2k words, (pg)
nari plays in the dirt while jk gardens and you make a bet
❥⁞ part two: the art of playing - 6.3k words, (m)
costumes are a must for jk’s work party… they come with the cutest heart-shaped cuffs… now what could they be used for?
❥⁞ part three: the art of craving - 6.9k words, (m)
jk takes you to a bbq at his friend’s house. the tri-tip is good but the creampie is even better.
❥⁞ snack: the art of waiting - 3.9k words, (m)
jk comes back from his business trip and he’s wearing new pjs… you must get his face between your legs.
❥⁞ part four: the art of doubting - 17k words, (m)
seeds of doubt are planted and unfortunately they grow faster than love. things with jk fall apart.
❥⁞ part five: the art of yearning: pt 1 - 15.7k words, (m) !! NEW !!
jungkook wants you as much as he misses you.
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