pairing: managing partner lawyer!jungkook x rich, spoiled brat!reader
summary: you wanted jeon jungkook the moment you laid eyes on him and the fact that he had a girlfriend wasn't going to stop you.
genre: strangers/lowkey one sided enemies to lovers?? idk bec you irk him. angst, smut, fluff. infidelity au (jungkook has a girlfriend so yk you can fill in the blank :p)
total wc: 40.6k so far. (this is an ongoing series.)
1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - NEW! 9 - 10 - ?
°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ visuals and other media:
mb #1 + mb #2 + playlist + more + more +
NEW! the characters' instagrams: #1 + #2 + #3
note: every chapter has its own list of warnings, but in general, it isn't anything extreme so far. emotional and physical cheating is a big part of this story though.
this is an ongoing series. i don't know how long it'll continue for.
also the moodboards (mb) are cute, you should go look!
worst behaviour — jeon jungkook , series index , mdni 𑣲 ch: 27 — don’t you be actin’ like that _ smau/nsfw/tw
note: yeah so . . . i told y'all there's no angst, just silly & crazy behavior. also um.. this was kinda rushed sorry, but i’m tryna speedrun ts !!! three more chaps 🥺 scary
everyone knows you as the good girl/nerd. except you’re so fucking tired of that image. (and you’re also very… horny.) so when you decide to be bold and finally go after hoseok — things don’t really go as planned. instead, you end up tangled in a fake relationship with his best friend/campus favorite fuckboy: jeon jungkook.
:: genre/tropes/au :: smau + written , fake dating / fake relationship , slow burn , strangers to friends (a little bit of frenemies?¿) to fuckbuddies to lovers
:: warnings :: no love triangle, university au, frat boys/frat parties, alcohol consumption, judgy!oc - oc is lowk mean, jungkook who’s full of himself, mutual pining, bad decisions, jealousy, eventual written smut, silly ahh fic.
Summary: There are two boys but only one girl, leaving Jungkook hopelessly in love with someone he can never have, and doesn't want to have, because that would mean taking you away from the person he loves most. Then suddenly there’s only one boy and one girl, but it's the wrong one.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Jungkook’s Twin x Reader, (Slight) Jungkook x Jennie
Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. I’M SERIOUS. major character death, intense grief, depression, suicidal ideation, vehicular accident, dead body, injuries, medical jargon, self-harm (not by definition — he gives himself a cut for appearances), hospital, nurses, doctors, fear, anxiety, panic attack, crying, funeral, mention of burial, planning funeral arrangements, mention of morgue, funeral home, casket, headstone, obituary, unrequited love, self-hatred, unhealthy coping mechanisms, drinking, bars, business jargon, mentions of wealth, jealousy, secrets, wedding, high school and college, exams, work, public speaking, insecurity, lying, manipulating, betrayal, violation, misogyny 😔, twins, trading places, tricking people, drunkenness, rudeness, depressive inner monologue, yearning, dub-con (I’m not sure if this counts — she consents to the acts but is unaware of his real identity), kissing, touching, titty fondling, cuddling, and that’s all!
Author's Note: guys I don’t know what demon possessed me when I wrote this but I worry I might be a sadist. this shit is SO sad and so dark. I really caution you to read all the warnings if there are topics which can easily trigger you. you might need therapy after this one, lord knows Jungkook needs some. and a lot of it!! he does not make good decisions in this fic and I don’t condone any of his actions. he’s the definition of morally ambiguous so hopefully you all vibe with that. also I know nothing about science or physics so if there are any inaccuracies, mind ya business lmao. I personally love this story despite it being so heavy, because it’s got so much heart, and I hope you all will too. ILY :)
-> The Wife Trap Masterpost
Jungkook and Jaehyun trade places often, which is coincidentally how Jungkook ends up meeting you for the first time.
Junior year of high school’s been a slog so far. Between his parents pressuring him to keep his grades up so he’ll be accepted to a nice university and assimilating with the teenage social scene, he’s mentally drained. It isn’t that he doesn’t want to further his education or hang out with his peers, but he’s got plenty of other interests besides those two.
He wants to draw and paint more, listen to new music, or even practice photography. None of which can happen if he’s stuck in his room studying all night.
Hence the main reason he and his identical twin brother sometimes pull switcheroos on their teachers and classmates.
This time around it’s because Jungkook has a chemistry exam tomorrow worth a quarter of his grade. While he personally excels at the liberal arts, STEM classes are a whole different story. Jaehyun, on the other hand, can’t recall historical facts to save his life, but doesn’t even flinch at balancing atoms.
Knowing this, Jungkook politely knocks on his brother’s door just before sundown. Jaehyun immediately grants him entry and after peeking his head inside, Jungkook finds Jaehyun sitting at his desk with a notebook and his laptop laid out before him.
“Hey,” Jaehyun greets him while setting his pen down.
“I need a favor,” Jungkook matter-of-factly declares as he flops onto his brother’s bed.
Jaehyun chuckles at his twin’s familiar antics before spinning around to face him.
“Like what?”
“Chemistry exam. Twenty-five percent of my grade. I’ll do your chores for a week.”
There’s no need for further explanation because the two boys understand each other without words. Jungkook probably could’ve just held up a chemistry book and waited for Jaehyun to give him a thumbs up or down to achieve the same result.
Jaehyun purses his lips and leans back in his desk chair to ponder the quid pro quo, but it’s pretty rare for either of them to deny one another. He’s more likely debating on whether or not it’s a fair deal.
“No need for chores. I have a better idea,” Jaehyun poses.
“Oh? Pray tell.”
Jaehyun chuckles and to Jungkook’s surprise, a blush appears on his brother’s cheeks.
“So, there’s this girl…”
“No shit!”
Jungkook shoots up from the bed with a boisterous, eager laugh while his twin throws his hands up to stop him from overreacting.
“Aish, it’s not like that.” Despite Jaehyun’s protests, Jungkook remains on his feet to await more details. “She’s just, like, the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen and we talk all the time because we’re lab partners, but I have no idea if she likes me back.”
“And?” Jungkook excitedly elongates the syllable. “What do you want me to do?”
“Well, if we swap places tomorrow, maybe you could give me an unbiased opinion. You know, see how she acts with you and report back whether or not you think she feels the same.”
Jungkook’s eyes light up at the notion of being an undercover wingman. Plus, he gets what he wants without having to do twice the housework for a week.
“Oh, you’re on.”
Jaehyun can’t resist affectionately rolling his eyes at his brother’s enthusiasm.
It only makes sense considering Jaehyun’s always chosen school over any sort of love life. To be fair, Jungkook hasn’t had much luck with the ladies himself, but at least he tries instead of keeping his nose in the books.
All Jungkook wants is for Jaehyun to find someone who’ll love him just as much as he does. Despite only being eleven minutes younger, Jungkook looks up to his twin more than anyone else in the world. He knows the sentiment is shared; that Jaehyun wholeheartedly admires all the traits Jungkook possesses which he himself does not. Nevertheless, Jungkook views Jaehyun as his better half and if he can lead someone else towards the same belief, he will.
“Just grab some clothes for me and lay them on the bed, will you? I’ll do the same once I’m done with this,” Jaehyun requests as Jungkook strolls out of the room.
“Got it!”
The following morning, Jungkook spends a couple extra minutes styling his hair away from his forehead to appear more like his twin. Jaehyun does the same, only the opposite, by applying some gel so his bangs fall down nicely at his browbone.
When the two meet outside their respective bedrooms, they both chuckle at the uncanny resemblance to the other’s signature style. Although Jungkook does tsk at his brother upon surveying his outfit.
“Nuh uh.” He faces Jaehyun to fix the collar of his leather jacket, popping it up how he normally wears it. “There we go.”
Jaehyun rolls his eyes.
“Well, if we’re being picky.” To return the favor, Jaehyun undoes the top two buttons of Jungkook’s polo so it looks more casual. “I may be a nerd, but I’m not that bad.”
“If you say so,” Jungkook teases, prompting Jaehyun to nudge his shoulder while the former giggles.
They head downstairs together and follow their usual routine of grabbing their book bags and wishing their folks farewell. Neither of their parents register the switch as the four of them circle each other in the kitchen before scurrying off in separate directions to leave for work and school.
Their mom, who works from home as an interior designer, catches Jaehyun’s attention at the last second with a call of his name.
“Jae, sweetie, you have an appointment this afternoon. Remember?”
Jaehyun peers around the corner with a doting grin.
“I know, mom. Thank you.”
The only issue is Jaehyun doesn’t look like himself, and when she notices his appearance, she blanches.
“What — huh?”
“Bye!”
Jungkook smacks his twin’s chest once he returns to his side; a hint of a laugh still on his lips.
“You doofus. You’re gonna give the poor woman a heart attack.”
“I forgot, I forgot,” Jaehyun defends himself.
Once they make it to Jaehyun’s car, which is the vehicle they’re driving this month because they always switch off for fairnesses sake, Jungkook hops in the driver’s side to maintain their ruse.
A Jeep is Jungkook’s choice of ride and the car he was gifted by his parents for their sixteenth birthday, whereas Jaehyun drives a Mercedes given to him for the same occasion. Even though Jungkook enjoys being high off the road when he drives, he certainly doesn’t mind cruising around in his twin’s sleek sports car every so often.
Their family is more than well-off, on behalf of their dad being the founder and CEO of a fortune five hundred company in the center of Seoul. Jungkook has no interest in joining the conglomerate after college, whereas Jaehyun’s already preparing to be their father’s successor.
Thankfully, their dad doesn’t mind that Jungkook wants something different for himself and neither of their parents ever push them towards a certain career path. As long as they both receive a good education and find jobs to keep themselves off the street, they’re satisfied.
“So, what’s your girl’s name?”
“She’s not my girl,” Jaehyun corrects him, although there’s a pink hue splattered all over his cheeks. “But her name’s Y/N.”
“Cute,” Jungkook notes with a smirk.
“You have no idea.”
Jaehyun’s right, per usual, because when Jungkook steps foot in the biology classroom later that day and spots a girl sitting precisely where his brother said she would be, his eyes blow wide and he clenches his jaw to prevent his mouth from dropping open.
You aren’t just cute. No, cute is how he would describe Jiwoo from second period or Yoona on the cheerleading squad. You’re goddamn ethereal.
Your hair is falling down your back in pretty waves, although the front pieces are tucked behind your ear. Your pink, plump lips are wrapped around the end of your pencil as you focus on whatever you’re reading. You’re wearing an oversized sweater and loose-fitting jeans which, despite seemingly being for comfort, make you look like a model straight out of a magazine.
Jungkook and Jaehyun have never shared the same taste in women. It’s just another topic they happen to fall on opposite sides of the spectrum about. So him finding you so attractive is completely unexpected. Yet here he is, paralyzed in the doorway like he’s never seen a woman before in his life.
He manages to snap out of the trance quickly, but not before a couple classmates shoot him confused glances from across the room. After maneuvering around the labyrinth of chairs and backpacks between him and Jaehyun’s desk, he slugs his bag off his shoulder and sits down beside you.
You don’t look up, which is to be expected when this is an ordinary occurrence for you. Plus, you’re busy scribbling in your notebook after finishing the page you were reading. Once you’re done, you place your pencil down and blow air out of your mouth before shaking your hair loose from behind your ear and flicking the short pieces aside.
“You must be Jungkook,” you nonchalantly profess.
Jungkook’s brow scrunches.
“Sorry?”
A smile graces your lips as you finally look in his direction.
“Jaehyun doesn’t have a scar on his cheek.”
When you gesture to the small mark on Jungkook’s left cheekbone, he lifts his own hand to trace the indentation. No one’s ever been able to distinguish them by that before, not even their parents. Even though Jungkook’s had the scar since first grade after he and Jaehyun fought over who got to use the computer first.
“There’s no way you noticed something so small that fast,” Jungkook accuses.
You shrug following a short, prideful giggle.
“Maybe I’m just a genius.”
Or you have a big fat crush on my brother.
“You must be Y/N, then.”
It’s your turn in the hot seat and you face Jungkook directly so you can interrogate him.
“And how do you know that?”
Jungkook mirrors how you shrugged your shoulders a moment ago.
“Because Jae told me his lab partner’s super smart and the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. Obviously you’re smart if you clocked our scheme so fast and… well.”
He gestures to you with both hands, causing a bright pink blush to overtake your cheeks.
“He really said that?” You ask in a higher pitch with a massive smile on your face.
“Does that surprise you?”
“Not… exactly. It’s just that Jae’s so smart and sweet. Not to mention considerate, funny, stupidly handsome —”
“You think I’m handsome?”
“That’s not what I…”
Your voice trails off when you look over to find a shit-eating grin staring back.
“Gotcha,” he cheers while pointing to his head. “Same face.”
As you roll your eyes and chuckle, Jungkook swears his heart starts pounding faster inside his ribcage. He would do anything to make you do it again; hear you laugh at his jokes or pretend to be annoyed when he teases you.
“Anyway,” you redirect the conversation. “What’s with the switcheroo?”
“I have a chem exam today and Jaehyun got the brain cell in the divorce.”
You cackle so loud you have to cover your mouth with your hand to avoid getting in trouble with the teacher. Meanwhile, the pride Jungkook feels for prompting such a reaction almost makes him burst right out of his skin.
Despite your best efforts, the teacher shoots you both a warning glare before beginning his lecture. You and Jungkook attempt to quiet your laughter and focus, but there are still some residual giggles by the time your teacher starts.
After about twenty minutes, the teacher releases everyone to continue working on your current research project, but since your actual partner is somewhere across the school, you and Jungkook just chit chat until the end of class.
“So, considering how highly you spoke about my brother, I imagine you like him back?”
His words must pique your interest because you stop writing in your planner and glance up with cartoonishly wide eyes.
“Back?” You parrot. “As in…”
“Oh, yeah. Jae’s down bad.”
Your blush from earlier returns with a vengeance and you even cover your mouth with your sweater cuffs to hide the broad smile you’re sporting.
It gives Jungkook goddamn cuteness aggression and he has to refrain from kicking his feet underneath the desk.
This situation is uniquely strange for Jungkook. Because on one hand, there’s nothing more important to him than Jaehyun’s happiness, and you’re both clearly smitten. Yet in the opposing corner lies his heart that’s suddenly beating to a new rhythm; one that sounds suspiciously similar to the syllables of your name.
He can’t deny how badly he wants you for himself, but he would never make a move unless Jaehyun told him it was alright. If he can’t have you, he supposes the next best thing is for his brother to be the one who does.
“I had my suspicions, but I just… I didn’t wanna get my hopes up. You know?”
Your cheeks are still a dull pink and you have lovesick stars in your eyes as you talk about your crush.
“I get it,” Jungkook replies. “But you don’t have anything to worry about. You two are on the same page.”
“Is he planning on asking me out?”
“He better be. If he doesn’t, I will.” His sudden candor causes your eyes to widen again until Jungkook raises his hands in surrender. “I’m kidding.”
I’m not.
You sigh in relief upon hearing his rebuttal and Jungkook refuses to admit how much his heart shatters.
“Well, if he asks, you’re more than welcome to assure him I’ll say yes,” you state.
Jungkook genuinely smiles at that.
The thought of Jaehyun finding someone who makes him happy and will keep him laughing is enough to soothe any ache Jungkook may feel because of you.
“Duly noted.”
“So, Jungkook —”
“Kook,” he corrects you.
“Huh?”
The man in question chuckles.
“Everyone calls me Kook.”
You tilt your head like that’s a foreign concept before disagreeably clicking your tongue.
“That just won’t do. I don’t wanna call you what everyone else does. I should get a special nickname,” you explain.
“You don’t say?”
The two of you share another laugh while you tap your pencil against your notebook in thought.
“What about Kookie?”
“Kookie?” Jungkook shakes his head, but it’s mostly to hide the smile and accompanying blush creeping in. “What am I? Willy Wonka?”
“Oh, c’mon. It’s cute!”
It is cute, and therein lies the problem.
Nevertheless, Jungkook purses his lips as he ponders a fitting response.
“Fine, but I want one for you.” You shrug and show him your palms as though to yield the nicknaming power. “How about…” After aimlessly gazing around the room, Jungkook’s eyes soon land on a doodle in your planner of a sweet treat that feels just right. “What about Cupcake?”
“Cupcake?”
“Mmhm. Cupcake,” he repeats while motioning at you before doing the same for himself. “And Kookie.”
You giggle at his suggestion, but nod your head in agreement a moment later.
“You’ve got yourself a deal, Kookie.”
With a charming smile, Jungkook extends his hand towards you.
“Pleasure doing business with you, Cupcake.”
When you two melodramatically shake on it, Jungkook doesn’t think about the long term consequences. He has no idea how this single conversation will alter the course of his life forever.
Because Jaehyun does ask you out about a week later, forcing Jungkook to witness you two fall in love and remain utterly devoted to each other for years to come.
Including standing beside his parents when Jaehyun proposes at your college graduation. You’re a year younger than them, so his twin’s had time to save for a beautiful diamond ring using the paycheck he receives from their father’s company.
You obviously accept, but not before screaming your head off and nearly tackling your poor boyfriend, now fiancé, to the ground. Jaehyun catches you by the waist before you’re able to take him down and Jungkook doesn’t believe he’s ever seen his brother so happy as he spins you around a couple times before kissing you senseless.
“I love you,” Jaehyun whispers once your lips part while your foreheads remain pressed together.
Despite it being the thousandth time you’ve heard the proclamation, you still beam brighter than the sun.
“I love you, Jeon Jaehyun.”
“Enough to marry me, huh?”
An infectious giggle fills the air between your faces and makes Jungkook’s heart constrict where it lies dormant in his chest. He even instinctively looks away when you clamp Jaehyun’s head between your hands to emphasize your response.
“Enough to marry the shit out of you!”
It sucks because it’s not like Jungkook isn’t happy for you two. Quite the contrary. He couldn't be more ecstatic about his favorite people finding their dream come true. But he also can’t help the debilitating, insistent ache he feels inside.
He never meant to fall in love with you and for a while after you met he hoped his feelings would fade into oblivion. Months went by, then years, but rather than disappearing, his devotion to you only grew stronger until it became a part of his very soul. Something so innate he believes it must transcend this world and bleed into the next. His love for Jaehyun is the same; just as deep and even more integral to his being.
Which is why it doesn’t matter how much he adores you. You and Jaehyun are perfect for each other, and more importantly, you make one another irrevocably happy. Jungkook would sooner die before he took any part in destroying that.
He doesn’t want you for himself despite his feelings, but that doesn’t make reality any less painful.
His attention is yanked from the reverie by his brother’s joyous holler and he refocuses on the present just in time for Jaehyun to throw his arms around him.
“Fucking nailed it,” Jaehyun cheers while giving Jungkook an excited, brotherly pat on his shoulder.
“‘Course, you did.” Jungkook returns the affection by resting his chin on Jaehyun’s shoulder. “Congratulations, bro. I’m glad you didn’t choke.”
Jaehyun scoffs and steps back to reclaim your hand.
“I never choke,” he argues.
“Um, there was the time you were so nervous about asking me to prom you put the jumbo letters in the wrong order,” you counter. “But I had a wonderful time at ‘rpom’ with you, baby.”
Your fiancé rolls his eyes at the memory, but there’s a huge grin on his face when he bends down to kiss your cheek.
“Congratulations to you, too, Cupcake,” Jungkook interjects. “You scored yourself the second best looking, second funniest, and second most lovable man around.”
“Gosh, I wonder who could possibly be the first?”
Jungkook sarcastically shrugs with his hands up, but your sweet laugh shatters the act when you lean in to hug him with your free arm.
“Seriously, though, I couldn’t be happier for you.”
“Thanks, Kookie.” After unwrapping yourself from the embrace, you rest your weight on Jaehyun next to you and he naturally wraps his other arm around your waist. “So, should I start calling you big brother now or…”
The aggressive grimace that contorts Jungkook’s face causes both you and Jaehyun to relentlessly cackle.
“Fuck, no. Never. I beg you.”
Despite genuinely feeling like he might throw up at the thought of you ever referring to him as that, he joins in the laughter once his expression of disgust fades.
You and Jaehyun wait almost a full three years to wed so you’re both at least twenty five. Meaning it’s been just over a decade since you first started dating; longer than some marriages even last.
The years following your engagement have been easier for Jungkook to stomach compared to when you were all in school. You two live together now just a few blocks from Jungkook’s apartment and the three of you hang out fairly often.
One would think it would make the situation worse, but spending more time with you as a couple actually lessens the weight. It gives him a chance to witness the people he cares about most at their happiest, and even though he still yearns for you in ways he shouldn’t, seeing you smile or hearing you laugh is enough.
On the morning of your wedding, in which Jungkook has the honor of being the best man, things are a little hectic. Jaehyun’s an objectively intelligent, organized, and calm person, but whenever he’s nervous those traits fly right out the window.
Hence why Jungkook’s on his way to your bridal suite across the venue to ask you where Jaehyun’s cufflinks are. His twin swears he put them in the same bag as his suit, but they’re nowhere to be found. The men tried calling you first, but your phone must be tucked away on silent because it repeatedly went to voicemail.
Jungkook knocks first before creaking the door open and calling your name. He peeks his head in to ensure no one’s getting dressed and once he deems the coast clear, he steps inside and lets the door shut behind him.
You stroll out from a separate room soon after his arrival, but before Jungkook has a chance to talk, you shriek and jump behind a floor length mirror.
“What the fuck, Jae! You can’t see me before the ceremony!”
“Relax, it’s just me! It’s Jungkook!”
After a long pause, you peer out from around the furniture to confirm his identity. When you find he isn’t wearing what your groom should be, you sigh in relief and step further into the room.
“Jesus, Kookie, don’t scare me like that,” you scold him. “You trying to give me a heart attack on my wedding day?”
Jungkook doesn’t respond right away, or more like he can’t. Seeing you in your wedding dress with your hair beautifully styled and makeup done to highlight all your best features stuns him into complete silence. He didn’t even realize it was possible for you to look any more gorgeous than you normally do, but by god, have you proven him wrong.
You notice his lack of communication rather quickly and give him a once over to discern the possible reason. Unfortunately for Jungkook, it’s glaringly obvious why he’s standing as still as a statue with his mouth half open.
“What? Cat got your tongue?”
You’re being playful, but Jungkook’s far too awestruck to volley your banter.
“No,” he whispers. “Just the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen.”
The compliment brings a warm smile to your face, but you still shake your head in disagreement while strutting across the room to him.
“You’re only saying that because you haven’t met yours yet.”
He wants to argue, but he can’t explain why that isn’t true without revealing his deepest, darkest secret.
You force him back to reality when your fingers graze his lapel, causing him to shoot you an inquisitive look.
“Your bowtie’s crooked,” you answer his silent question as you adjust the fabric.
“Thanks, Cupcake.”
There’s an earth-shatteringly gorgeous smile on your lips that gives Jungkook actual heart palpitations, especially with you standing so close. He even holds his breath so you don’t hear how wildly the muscle is thumping.
“What are you doing here, anyway?”
Once you finally step back, Jungkook inhales for what feels like the first time in minutes.
“Jae can’t find his cufflinks.”
You affectionately roll your eyes.
“Of course, he can’t,” you chuckle. “That man would be lost without me.”
“Yes, he would,” Jungkook agrees. “He knows it, too.”
“He better.” The two of you share a laugh before you leave his side to find your phone where you have a list of today’s necessities and their respective locations. “The inner breast pocket of his suit coat,” you read out loud from your notes.
“Seriously? I could’ve sworn we checked there.”
“And I know you both well enough to know you definitely didn’t.”
It’s Jungkook’s turn for an eye roll as he grabs the doorknob.
“Well, thank you. I promise I’ll have him in tip-top shape in time for the ceremony,” he assures you.
“Wait,” you request before scurrying back over. Upon reaching him again, you throw your arms around his neck and rise to your tiptoes for a heartfelt embrace. Jungkook’s brain momentarily short circuits despite this being a regular occurrence, but he eventually recovers and returns the affection by enveloping your waist. “I love you so much, Kookie. I can’t wait to finally be family.”
It takes all his willpower to hold back the tears encroaching on his waterline. They’re predominantly on behalf of his deep platonic love for you as opposed to his unrequited feelings. No matter what his heart wants, you’re one of his best friends and someone he can’t imagine living without. It isn’t just because of your connection to him through Jaehyun, either, but the bond you two have built over the last decade.
“I love you, too, Cupcake. Always and forever.” Ironically, once you part, you’re the one with watery eyes that you have to carefully dry. “Hey, hey, no tears. You’ll ruin your makeup.”
“I know,” you sniffle. “I’m just really happy.”
Jungkook smiles.
“Me, too.”
He returns to the groom’s suite after wishing you farewell and of course, you’re spot on. Jaehyun’s lost cufflinks were on his body the entire time, causing Jungkook to lovingly tease his brother as he finishes the final touches to his ensemble.
The two of them are currently standing side by side in front of the mirror and Jaehyun’s spent the last five minutes fiddling with pieces of his suit that are already perfect. Jungkook chuckles at the familiar behavior before clasping him on the shoulder.
“Jae, I don’t understand why you’re nervous when you’re marrying the love of your life.”
Jaehyun shakes his head while slowly releasing the air from his lungs.
“I just want today to be perfect. She deserves nothing less than that.”
Jungkook clicks his tongue.
“But Y/N’s gonna think it’s perfect simply because she’s marrying you. Don’t you know that?”
His assurance causes Jaehyun to smile and sigh in relief.
“You’re right,” he concedes. “I guess the problem is being a boyfriend and fiancé is one thing, but being a husband is another entirely.” He glances down to tug on his sleeve. “I have to take care of her, you know? I never wanna let her down or leave her wanting for anything.”
Only someone as magnanimous as Jaehyun, who’s never disappointed you even once in a whole decade, would worry like this moments before walking down the aisle.
“She loves you. You love her. You two have a long life together ahead of you. Both of you are bound to get upset or wish things were different every once in a while, but none of that matters as long as the love is still there,” Jungkook asserts.
Jaehyun’s smile returns prior to him glancing up to meet Jungkook’s gaze through the mirror.
“I thought I was supposed to be the wise one?”
Jungkook shrugs along with a lighthearted chuckle.
“Someone’s gotta pick up the slack whenever your usual characteristics go on leave.”
The twins share another laugh, but then Jaehyun clears his throat and turns to face his brother.
“You make a good point, about picking up my slack,” Jaehyun notes. “Will you promise me something?”
“Yeah, always.”
Jaehyun’s teeth sink into his bottom lip.
“Promise to look after Y/N for me. If, I don’t know, for whatever reason I’m not able to anymore.”
“Jae —”
“Just promise me, Kook.”
Jungkook knows how much this means to his brother, even if he can’t ever envision a world where you two aren’t together.
“Of course, I will,” he responds assuredly. “I promise.”
It’s obvious a weight lifts off Jaehyun’s shoulders and he immediately pulls Jungkook in for a hug to convey his gratitude. After stepping back, the groom appears much more at ease and even claps his hands together while turning towards the door.
“Okay! You got the rings?”
“Yup.”
“Time to get hitched, then.”
Contrary to moments ago, the pair exit the room lighthearted and laughing as they make their way to the main hall.
The ceremony is beautiful. Perfect, even, just as Jaehyun hoped. From the moment the doors open to reveal you and your dad, to Jaehyun blubbering like a baby throughout your entire walk down the aisle, to the heartfelt, sentimental vows you and him share, up until your groom dramatically dips you across his body for your first kiss as husband and wife.
There isn’t a dry in the room and Jungkook’s heart nearly explodes with love for you both. Seeing you two so joyful and knowing you’ll always have each other is all he needs to die without a single regret.
Cocktail hour, plenty of photos, and a grand entrance into the reception follow soon after and in the middle of all the guests enjoying their meal, the DJ hands Jungkook a microphone for his best man speech.
He’s rewritten the damn thing at least a hundred times, including a version that went something like, “Fuck it. I’m in love with the bride. I don’t know what to do about it. Have a good evening.”
The final product doesn’t contain any of those words except the last four, but even without a confession, he’s unbearably nervous.
“Good evening, everyone,” he announces from his place at the end of the head table. “If it wasn’t obvious already, I’m Jaehyun’s identical twin brother, Jungkook. Being a twin has its pros and cons, as does everything, but no other twin has the perks that I do by having Jaehyun as a brother. Jae is the most kind, considerate, loving, and genuine person I’ve ever met. He’s the best brother in the world and I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that he’ll be the best husband, too. We’ve done everything together up until now, so marriage is the first adventure he’s going on without me. But I know I have nothing to worry about because the person he’s venturing into it with is the best of the best. Ironically, I first met Y/N while pretending to be Jaehyun. I’ve never told her this before, but while Jae’s end of the deal was to take a test for me, I was running reconnaissance on her. Jae had a big, fat crush on Y/N, but he didn’t know if his feelings were reciprocated, so he asked me to go undercover and report back. Our carefully laid plan was immediately thwarted, though, because Y/N clocked that I wasn’t Jae only seconds after I sat down. I knew then that she was going to be around for a long time, and more importantly, that my brother’s heart would always be safe in her hands.” Jungkook takes a deep breath before his final paragraph. “I adore you guys more than I’ll ever be able to properly explain and I couldn’t be happier that you two will have each other for a lifetime to come. I wish you nothing but everlasting love, health, and good fortune. And I love you both so very much.”
Once he concludes his speech, everyone loudly applauds for a job well done, but Jungkook’s focus is solely on your and Jaehyun’s reactions. Except when his eyes land on the center of the long table, only you’re sitting there.
An explanation arrives soon enough when his twin forces him into a bone-crushing embrace. Jungkook laughs while happily returning the affection as tightly as he can.
“Do you have any fucking idea how much I love you?” Jaehyun asks through a sniffle.
“Of course, I do,” Jungkook sighs. “About half as much as I love you.”
When the two break apart, the sound of heels rapidly clicking along the floor steals their attention. Before they can process what’s happening, you barrel right into them with a gleeful cheer.
“I didn’t wanna feel left out,” you explain where your head rests between their own. Both men chuckle at your antics prior to you stepping back to face them. “That was perfect, Kookie. Thank you.”
Jungkook bashfully shrugs.
“It was nothing, Cupcake. Just another Tuesday for me, public speaker extraordinaire.”
“Aish, can you believe he’s drunk already? He thinks it’s Tuesday!” Jaehyun turns towards you to joke.
You giggle and glance at your husband with the entire galaxy in your eyes. As always, Jaehyun’s sporting a matching expression and it’s only once Jungkook clears his throat that you two snap out of the daze and join him in returning to the head table.
Jungkook passes the microphone to his brother, who’s set to deliver the next speech. It isn’t necessarily common for the groom to talk at the reception, but his father did so in order to honor their mother at their wedding and he urged Jaehyun to do the same.
“Hello,” Jaehyun cheers from where he’s standing next to your chair. “I’d like to take this time to thank everyone for being here to celebrate our marriage with us. Y/N and I are overjoyed to be surrounded by you all on our special day and we’re frankly overwhelmed by the vast amount of love we’ve received.” Like it’s second nature, he reaches for you and you automatically lace your fingers together. “I also want to spend a moment talking about my beautiful wife sitting here beside me.” Even though he’s technically giving a speech to the whole room, he pivots so he’s staring directly into your eyes. “Y/N, I’ve been hopelessly in love with you since the day we met when I was only sixteen years old. And to this day I still can’t believe you feel the same. You’re radiant, spellbinding, and magnificent, and I’m nothing but a humble admirer. But what’s truly wonderful about you as a partner is that you don’t view me in that light. You see right through me; all my faults and failures, but also my strengths and virtues. And you love me regardless of all of them. So I consider myself the luckiest man alive because I’ll never deserve someone as warm, caring, and compassionate as you are. It’s been ten years since we became a couple and I’ve yet to even come close. But I promise to keep trying, baby, because that’s what you deserve. I’ve loved you for an entire decade and I’ll continue to do so for a thousand more, even though I know the universe isn’t gracious enough to give us that much time together. But with the time we do have, I plan to cherish and worship you every single second of every single day. Thank you for choosing me ten years ago and even more importantly, for choosing me today. I love you so much, my bride.”
You and Jaehyun haven’t broken eye contact once throughout his whole speech, but yours are shimmering and flooded with tears which are slowly cascading down your pink cheeks.
“J — Jae,” you cry, at a complete loss for words.
Jaehyun doesn’t verbally respond. He just lifts your intertwined hands up to his lips for a kiss before resting them against his cheek.
Following his lead, you forgo trying to produce sound and tug him into his seat by the hand before grabbing his face so you can kiss the daylights out of him. He squeaks and giggles at the abrupt movements, but it soon becomes a content hum as you ardently slot your mouths together as if you’re the only ones in the room.
Your foreheads remain together even once you part as a pair of gleaming smiles appear.
“I didn’t prepare anything to say back,” you complain as your voice cracks.
Jaehyun shakes his head.
“You don’t need to.”
“I love you so fucking much.”
He chuckles and steals another quick smooch.
Everyone else’s been clapping since the moment Jaehyun stopped talking, but you two stay in your own little world until he kisses the tip of your nose and pulls back.
Jungkook’s always known Jaehyun to have a way with words, and he’s spoken about his unconditional love for you at least a million times over the years, but even he’s taken aback by his twin’s profound candor.
It’s a blaring reminder why Jaehyun’s the one sitting beside you today. His brother’s an amazing person, and only someone as noble as him should have the honor of calling himself your husband.
The remainder of the evening all goes according to plan and everyone seems to be having a great time. Even Jungkook, because despite his heart slowly withering and dying in his chest, he always enjoys spending time and goofing around with you and Jaehyun.
A couple hours into the reception, he feels a tug on his arm while he’s standing at the bar and upon turning around, he finds you eagerly pulling him towards the dance floor.
“C’mon. You owe me a dance, big brother.”
“Yuck,” Jungkook overdramatically shouts, but he still allows you to lead him away.
An early 2000s ballad is playing that Jungkook faintly recognizes as you place one hand on his shoulder and he steals your other so you can sway chest to chest to the beat of the music. Neither of you speak for about a minute or so, but the silence isn’t uncomfortable or awkward. Nothing ever is with you two.
“Is tonight everything you were hoping for?” Jungkook asks you.
When you glance up to meet his eyes, your effervescent smile reveals the answer before you verbalize it.
“It’s a dream come true,” you proclaim. “I’ve never been happier in my whole life.”
Jungkook can’t resist mirroring your grin.
“I’m really glad, Cupcake.”
“I mean, it was basically impossible for today to be anything but the best day ever.” Before you continue, Jungkook drops his hand from the small of your back so he can twirl you around. “I’m surrounded by all my favorite people in the world. I can’t ask for anything more than that.”
“Let’s see… your mom, dad, Jae, best friend, cousin —”
“You.”
Your interruption isn’t necessarily surprising, but it still mentally stops Jungkook in his tracks, and he has to fight to hide all the emotions swimming in his irises.
“I don’t know if I’m worthy of such an honor.”
“Of course, you are,” you argue. “You’ve never been just Jae’s brother to me. You know that, don’t you?” Jungkook softly nods. “You’re… my Kookie.”
The idea of being your anything lights Jungkook’s heart on fire.
“Now that is my greatest honor,” Jungkook sincerely declares.
You two exchange matching smiles at the same time the first song ends and fades into the next.
“Sweetheart, I’m over here!” Jaehyun calls from across the room, causing you and Jungkook to turn in his direction. Your groom’s sporting a playful grin while posing with his hands on his hips. “Did you get us mixed up again?”
Without missing a beat, you theatrically gasp and clap your hand over your mouth before looking between him and Jungkook.
“Dammit, not again!” You stomp your foot like a child and cross your arms over your chest. “You would think after a decade I’d be better at this.”
Jaehyun clicks his tongue a couple times along with a disappointed head shake.
“What am I gonna do with you, huh?”
His gag comes to an end when he simply can’t resist sending you an affectionate smile that turns his eyes into crescents and paints his ears red.
You look at Jungkook to ask if it’s alright to conclude your dance so soon, but he’s already nodding towards his brother to give you permission.
“You sure?”
“‘Course. Go celebrate with your husband,” he tells you.
“Well, thank you for the dance.” As you’re strolling away, you turn around to continue speaking. “You know, most of my bridesmaids are single.” Jungkook’s eyes almost roll out of his skull. “Go get ‘em, tiger.”
“Yeah, yeah. We’ll see.”
He watches you collide with Jaehyun, who immediately grabs your waist to lift you a few inches off the ground while you both squeal in excitement.
In truth, Jungkook could use a good fuck right about now. He’s sure one of the single women here tonight would be more than willing to go home with him or at the very least sneak off to the bathroom, but he just can’t bring himself to try.
Back in college, after accepting his feelings for you were here to stay, he threw himself into the bed of any woman who would pull the sheets back for him. He used sex as an outlet for all his pent up emotions.
It didn’t work. Even when he was balls deep in someone else, all he could think about and picture was you. To his benefit, he still tried time and time again. His body count reached triple digits before he finally came to the conclusion he needs healthier coping skills.
He still uses sex to let off steam every now and then, but it isn’t always because of you anymore. Life just gets stressful sometimes and they don’t call it a release for no reason.
Jungkook’s smarter about his hook ups these days. Rather than fucking to forget you, he hits it from the back while shoving the woman’s face into his pillows so he can pretend she is you. He knows it isn’t right, and that he should probably see a damn therapist, but it helps.
Ironically, and maybe disturbingly, thinking about you and Jaehyun having sex eases his mind a little. Because what you and his twin look like in the bedroom is exactly what he and you would look like, down to the last DNA molecule.
It might seem contradictory to others, but his heart’s a convoluted, fucked up labyrinth.
The last time he sees you and Jaehyun that evening is right before last call. You two are sitting at the head table with your knees touching as you giggle over a shared slice of cake.
Jaehyun spots Jungkook from across the room, where he’s strolling away from the uncle he’s been reminiscing with for the last twenty minutes or so.
“Kook!” He calls with a wave.
Jungkook quickly changes directions to greet you both and upon reaching the table, he pulls a chair out to sit opposite you.
“What’s up, Mr. and Mrs?”
“Night’s almost over. Wanted to make sure you had fun,” Jaehyun states before taking another bite.
“You kidding?” Jungkook scoffs. “I got to watch my twin brother marry the greatest girl in the world. It was the best day ever.”
Sentiments aren’t usually Jungkook’s forte. Even his speech earlier was tough to utter out loud. Him and Jaehyun never vocalize their love for each other because they don’t need words to communicate. So, although it couldn’t be more true, it tastes foreign rolling off his tongue.
“Okay, but besides that,” you interject. “Did you like the cake?”
You point to the dessert with your fork while playfully raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah, it was great. Why?”
“Becaus I made it,” you proudly chirp.
Jungkook gawks.
“You made your own wedding cake? Isn’t that against the rules or something?”
When his comment makes you laugh, Jungkook does his best to ignore the butterflies fluttering in his stomach.
“Well, I’m the best baker I know! Plus it gave me something to focus on besides my nerves right before the wedding.”
If there’s one thing Jungkook knows, it’s that you’re absolutely the best baker. You have been since he met you a decade ago, hence where the inspiring sketch for his nickname for you comes from. Every recipe you create features a little doodle of that particular treat.
You have a business degree, just like him and Jaehyun, so one day you can achieve your lifelong dream of owning a bakery. For now, you work from your household kitchen and accept orders from friends, family, or people who find you through social media. Since Jaehyun’s now the youngest executive at their father’s company, his salary’s more than enough to cover all the expenses until you’re ready.
One of Jungkook’s favorite things about visiting your house is the sweet treats always lying around. Not to mention you often use him and Jaehyun as taste testers.
“Well, shit. No wonder it was so fucking delicious,” Jungkook declares.
Jaehyun takes that as a cue to pass him an extra slice and Jungkook gladly accepts, eliciting a proud snicker from you.
Before digging in, Jungkook scoops up a sizable piece and lifts his fork.
“To the Jeons?”
You and Jaehyun both flash blinding smiles in his direction before raising your own forks in the air.
“Jeon Jaehyun, Jeon Jungkook, and Jeon Y/N,” Jaehyun recites. “I sure like the sound of that.”
“Me, too,” you agree while gazing at your husband like he hung the stars in the sky.
The three of you clink your utensils together and eat in perfect sync, prompting a unanimous moan of delight over the taste.
“Fuck, that’s so good,” Jaehyun mumbles with a mouthful of cake.
Jungkook concurs by aggressively nodding his head along with the signature expression you call his “good food face.”
The familiar sight almost makes you choke when you start laughing prior to finishing the bite. You tell him all the time there’s just something about his forehead scrunching up and his eyebrows pinching together like he’s furious that tickles your funny bone. Especially considering it’s the exact opposite emotion of how he’s actually feeling.
“You’re lucky, Jae. You get to eat the best desserts in Seoul free of charge for the rest of your life,” Jungkook tells his brother.
You snort.
“Oh, and I’ll make you pay for them?”
“You never know!” Jungkook has to dodge when you gingerly chuck a napkin at him. “Listen, when you own some big shot bakery in the city you won’t have time to bake for small fry like me.”
“Kookie, I literally bake an extra half dozen of everything I make to account for how many you’ll steal,” you retort.
He smiles so big his eyes disappear, making it impossible to continue arguing his point because his heart’s doing backflips and somersaults. The thought of you doing something specifically for him is enough to heal almost all the scars of his unrequited love.
Almost.
Because five years later as he’s sneaking into a large banquet hall so no one realizes he’s ten minutes late, his heart still skips a beat when he spots you standing alone near the back.
As always, you look utterly showstopping in a shimmery, navy gown with your hair styled up in an elegant ponytail.
You don’t notice him at first because you’re focused on the introduction of your beloved husband for his big speech tonight. Jungkook uses the opportunity to admire you for a moment without any interruptions. You’re not doing anything special or particularly interesting, but your radiant smile and sparkling eyes alone are a better sight than he could ever pay for.
In the midst of his shameless gawking, you turn your head and discover him by the door. Your face lights up with a wide, toothy grin while you enthusiastically wave him over.
Jungkook can’t help but mirror the expression as he swiftly traverses the room to reach you near the long tables of refreshments.
“Hey, Cupcake,” he whispers before paying attention to the stage just in time for Jaehyun to step out from behind the wings.
Your friendly smile totally shifts when Jaehyun appears; becoming what can only be described as the glow of someone still profoundly in love even after fifteen years together.
“Hi, Kookie.”
Despite returning his greeting, you don’t look away from where Jaehyun’s shaking hands with the event organizer and getting comfortable behind the podium.
His brother then clears his throat and flashes the crowd a cordial, humble grin.
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,” he begins. “This is a very new experience for me, so I ask that you hold any hysterical laughter at my expense until the end of the speech.”
A harmonious chuckle rolls through the room and it’s clear the audience is already charmed by Jaehyun.
Jungkook can’t blame them. Ever since his twin took over as CEO following their dad’s retirement four years ago, he’s naturally come into his own and become a shining star of the corporate world. He couldn’t be prouder of Jaehyun and that’s the sole reason he’s attending an event like this.
It’s a fundraiser for a new non-profit organization Jeon Industries is partnering with and even though Jaehyun repeatedly claimed he didn’t need to come to hear his speech, Jungkook wouldn’t miss one of his brother’s achievements for the world, no matter how insignificant.
“Jae was so nervous beforehand he almost walked out of the house with two left shoes,” you lean over to inform Jungkook.
The familiar behavior of his twin whenever he’s nervous produces a knowing, affectionate smile.
“Of course, he did.”
You finally glance over after his reply and even warmly squeeze his bicep.
“Thank you for coming.” Jaehyun’s speech falls to the back of his mind once it ventures into administrative mumbo-jumbo. “He loves to downplay his accomplishments and the more loved ones I shove in his face, the less he’s able to get away with it.”
Jungkook chuckles.
“Anytime.”
After reaching behind him to snag a dessert from the table, he casually pops the pastry into his mouth. Except it ends up tasting so damn delicious he almost moans out loud.
He settles on just a quiet grunt while rolling his eyes and pointing at his mouth so you understand what’s causing such a response. But once he swallows, he faces you to demand an explanation.
“Holy shit. Where did the company get these?”
One corner of your mouth twitches upwards.
“Where do you think?”
Jungkook’s lips instantly form a shocked O as his eyes flicker between you and all the baked goods.
“No!” You respond with a proud, avid nod. “Oh, Cupcake. That’s amazing!”
“The one you tried is my newest recipe.”
“Wait, there’s no way you baked all these in your kitchen. Did you?”
The table is drowning in sweet treats and although you and Jaehyun now live in a rather grand estate, all this would demand no less than an industrial-sized kitchen.
“No, the company rented a space for me,” you explain. “I still had to prepare everything myself, though. It was insane.”
Jungkook’s positively beaming while you talk about the process because baking on a large scale is your dream and he can’t believe it’s finally coming true.
“I’m so fucking proud of you.”
When you meet his gaze again, he notices a light pink blush on your cheeks.
“Thanks, Kookie.”
You both revert your full attention back to Jaehyun as the end of his speech approaches. At least until Jungkook leans over to whisper another comment.
“I should really wear burgundy more often,” he ponders aloud. “Jae looks like a fucking model.”
As if you haven’t been staring at your husband all night long, your eyes slowly rake over his figure before you lick your lips and nod in agreement.
Jaehyun’s sporting a sleek, burgundy suit with a navy dress shirt underneath, presumably to match your dress. He certainly fits the appearance of a CEO from the lavish clothes down to his hair that’s expertly styled without a single strand out of place.
“He got it tailor made.”
“So you’re saying I’ll still look like a schmuck regardless of what color I wear?”
You make a noise that’s a perfect mixture of a huff and a chuckle.
“Kookie, you’re the only dive bar owner I know with a face like that. Give me a break.” Another scoff pushes past your lips. “Schmuck,” you tsk.
He knows his nerves shouldn’t light up like fireworks over you complimenting his features. You’re married to someone with the exact same face, for Christ’s sake. Obviously you find him attractive. It would be slightly concerning if you didn’t.
Alas, no amount of logic can stop his body’s reaction to your comment.
Just then, roaring applause from the conclusion of Jaehyun’s speech diverts his focus as you both join everyone in clapping for him.
“Thank you all,” Jaehyun announces. “I hope that wasn’t too painful.” With his formal speech over and done, he visibly relaxes behind the podium. “I also hope you enjoy the remainder of the evening we have planned for you. Please take some time to mingle and help yourself to the wonderful spread of food and drinks available in the back. I especially recommend trying the delicious desserts made by my beautiful wife, Y/N.”
Your jaw drops at the unexpected shout out, but you quickly force a smile when Jaehyun points at you and half the room turns over their shoulders to look.
“I told him not to mention me,” you sing-song once the crowd’s attention is off you.
Jungkook snickers.
“Cupcake, how long have you known him? Has Jae ever missed an opportunity to brag about you?”
Lo and behold, Jaehyun continues after a moment.
“And if you need somewhere to go after, the best bar in town is only a couple blocks away and owned by my twin brother,” he proclaims. “Say hi, Jungkook!” While you burst into hysterical laughter that you muffle with your palm, Jungkook turns beet red and shoots daggers at his twin, but he still waves to the room so no one notices his ire. “I’m aware it can be confusing. So if you think we’re chatting, but it seems like I have no clue what you’re talking about, it might not be me.”
Thankfully, Jaehyun’s humor pulls everyone’s eyes away so Jungkook can exhale a massive sigh of relief.
You’re still giggling at his expense, but he can’t resist smiling despite wanting to throttle his darling brother. He should’ve known better, just as he told you, since Jaehyun always supports his loved ones regardless of time and place.
By the time your laughter dies down, Jaehyun’s exiting the stage and weaving through the crowd in your direction. He’s stopped by multiple people along his path, but proceeds like a man on a mission by politely excusing himself to all of them.
Once he’s close enough, he jogs over to you while you place your hands on your hips and shake your head.
“That was some stunt you pulled up there,” you teasingly scold him.
Jaehyun ignores your faux indignation with an adoring smile.
“C’mon, baby, you know I can barely go ten minutes without talking about you.”
He effortlessly scoops you up by the waist and your act falls away in an instant as you giggle and rest your forehead on his shoulder, your own arms circling his neck.
“I’m so proud of you, honey,” you whisper while running your fingers through the short hair at his nape.
Jaehyun’s smile grows before he nuzzles his face against your throat to make you laugh again.
“Couldn’t have done it without you, sweetheart.” Your feet soon return to the ground, but Jaehyun still keeps you in his embrace. “Was it alright?”
“It was perfect, Jae.”
“Yeah? I didn’t talk too fast or anything?”
One of your hands travels from his shoulder to his cheek.
“Not at all. It was the speech to end all speeches.”
Your reassurance, however playful, causes Jaehyun to breathe a sigh of relief.
He steals a quick kiss and lets you go, but you two instinctively lace your fingers together so you’re still connected. You both turn towards Jungkook next, who immediately opens his arms for a congratulatory hug.
“You did great, bro,” Jungkook assures Jaehyun with a pat on the back.
After they part, Jaehyun returns to your side and rests his hand on your lower back.
“Thanks, Kook. I really appreciate you coming out. You didn’t need to.”
“Like I would ever want to miss all this?” Jungkook gestures to the massive crowd of blue and black suits standing around chit chatting. “You know I just adore the corporate world.” Jaehyun laughs at his brother’s signature sarcasm. “In all seriousness, I couldn’t not be here.”
“Well, I hope you stay a while and indulge in all the food. There’s no chance the people here will finish everything.”
“Oh, no worries, I’m about to clean you out of desserts.”
“No, you will not.” You cross your arms over your chest for dramatic effect even though it’s impossible for you to appear intimidating. “I made those for the guests. If you want some, I’ll bake you a separate batch.”
Jungkook melodramatically clutches his heart.
“You would do that? For me?”
You roll your eyes.
“If it keeps you from demolishing my pastries.”
Before you two can prolong your little skit, Jaehyun grabs your attention.
“Are you ready to schmooze with me?” You nod assuredly and he turns to Jungkook next. “Will we see you once we’re done or do you have to dip?”
“Nah, I gotta get to the bar,” he answers. “It’s restock night so I need to do inventory.”
Jaehyun frowns while closing the distance between them for another hug.
“That’s too bad, but thank you again for being here. And please take some food to go. Grab some for Jennie, too.”
“You got it,” Jungkook replies. “We’re still on for lunch tomorrow, right? Same time as usual?”
“Yeah, yeah. Of course. I’ll pick you up at your place,” Jaehyun confirms.
Following their farewell, you step forward to hug Jungkook as well.
“Love you. I’ll see you soon,” you tell him, as always.
“Love you, too, Cupcake.”
After you unwind yourself from the embrace, you rejoin Jaehyun who’s already reaching out for you to take his hand. He kisses your knuckles once you're beside him again before you stroll away together to interact with all the guests.
A deep sigh leaves Jungkook’s lungs as he surveys the table of expensive food and beverages. He knows he should listen to his brother and take some with him, especially considering he didn’t eat much earlier because he was too busy ordering new supplies for the bar. Alas, something inside always puts up resistance to the idea of mooching off Jaehyun, or more so his business.
Perhaps it’s silly, but ever since becoming a business owner himself he feels the need to constantly stand on his own two feet. Even when what’s being offered is just some hors d’oeuvres from a fundraiser. Although, Jungkook does steal a couple more desserts before exiting the hall straight into the cold night air.
His motorcycle’s currently in the shop for a tune up, hence why Jaehyun’s picking him up tomorrow for their monthly lunch. So, until further notice, he’s stuck traversing the five long blocks between him and his dive bar, Kookie’s.
Jungkook never really dreamed of running a bar or even owning a business. He only chose to get a business degree in college because it’s the most versatile and he wasn’t sure what he wanted. But after seeing an ad three years ago for a bar going into foreclosure, something just kept nudging him until he finally applied for a loan to purchase the building.
Now it’s practically his baby, and he does everything within his power to make it the best establishment it can be. He adores his staff, loves the location, and even enjoys mingling with regulars whenever he visits during business hours.
The doorbell dings overhead as he strolls in from the street and the patrons surrounding the entrance all glance over to see who’s entering. Upon realizing it’s none other than Jungkook, they begin hollering and cheering while some raise their bottles in his direction.
“Jeon! Didn’t know you were coming in tonight,” a frequent flyer, Felix, declares.
He successfully maintains his composure even though the warm welcome turns the tips of his ears pink.
As he passes by to reach the counter, he pats Felix on the shoulder.
“I own the place, bro.”
“True,” Felix chuckles. “But most nights it’s just Jennie running things.”
Jennie’s the bar manager, and also Jungkook’s best friend besides you and Jaehyun. Ironically, they met on Tinder, but when their only date ended in Jungkook drunkenly wailing about being in love with someone he can never have, Jennie unilaterally decided being just friends was the right approach.
They have hooked up a fair amount of times over the years, though. Usually after a late night at the bar when their decision making skills wane too much to resist, but it never makes anything awkward between them. Jungkook can not only trust Jennie to run his business, but to keep him grounded and lend a shoulder to cry on whenever he needs it.
He strives to do the same in return and seeing as they’ve been friends for close to ten years, he believes he’s doing an okay job.
She’s currently at the register counting cash so she can add some to the bartender’s tip jar. It’s a well-known fact people tip more when there’s already money in there.
Jungkook raps his knuckles against the wood to force her eyes up, which she does with a lighthearted chuckle.
“Whatcha doing here, boss? Thought you had Jaehyun’s event tonight.”
“I did, but I left after his speech,” Jungkook explains.
“I told you I can do inventory myself,” she argues.
The register slams shut before she raises a challenging eyebrow at him. Jungkook decides to play cute; pursing his lips, tilting his head, and leaning his body on the bar.
“Can’t I just miss you?”
“Ha!” Jennie rounds the counter and shoves his shoulder so he stands up straight again. “If you’re here, then you better get to work.”
She tosses him the keys to the office and he stumbles back a bit in an effort to catch them.
Jennie’s objectively gorgeous. Anyone with eyes will come to that conclusion after just a single glance. He’s also certain they’d be great together and could easily make each other happy for the rest of their lives. The only issue is Jungkook can’t bring himself to cross that divide. He cares about her too much to do so when his feelings for you are impermeable.
Even though he’ll never have a chance to be with you, Jennie doesn’t deserve to be anyone’s second choice.
“Damn, Jen, you’re feisty tonight,” he teases.
Her feet are already carrying her in the opposite direction, towards the kitchen behind the bar, but she still tosses a reply over her shoulder.
“You would be too after the night I’ve had.”
Jungkook’s brow scrunches and he immediately forgoes the playful attitude to follow her.
“Hey, wait!” Upon catching up, he gently grabs her elbow to halt her steps. “What does that mean? What happened?”
Jennie’s chewing on her lower lip and Jungkook knows her well enough to understand she doesn’t want to answer, but he’s not about to let up.
“It was this guy. A newbie I’ve never seen before,” she explains. “Let’s just say he didn’t respect me very much as the manager. Or at all.”
“Excuse me?” A flame sparks in Jungkook’s chest. “What did he do? Are you hurt?”
On instinct, the hand on her elbow slides up to her shoulder as his eyes frantically inspect her for injuries.
She’s plenty used to Jungkook being protective. A female manager in the bar scene isn’t exactly common and it can cause issues when drunk, belligerent men are involved. So, she reaches across her body to push his arm off while sending him a reassuring smile.
“He didn’t touch me, Kook,” she clarifies. “Just acted like a complete asshole.” A grateful sigh passes through his lips. “But his card was already on file so I flagged him in the system.”
“Good.” Jungkook sucks in air between his teeth and pinches the bridge of his nose. “That’s good.”
“Don’t —”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t here.”
“— apologize.”
“Jen, I’m your boss. Whether you like it or not, it’s my responsibility if you get harassed at work.”
“Yeah, well, whether you like it or not I’m a big girl who can handle herself.” She sighs and crosses her arms. “You don’t have to treat me like I’m fragile.”
That causes him to hesitate because he doesn’t want to say the wrong thing. She’s right, and they both know it, but nothing will ever stop Jungkook from worrying about someone he cares about.
“It’s not about you being fragile,” he counters. “I would just never forgive myself if something happened to you.” There’s a brief pause before he pivots tactics. “I mean, you’re my best friend. Pardon me for giving a shit.”
Jennie laughs and her tense features soften a little.
“I appreciate it, Kook. You know I do. But some faith in me would be nice.”
Jungkook disagreeably shakes his head.
“I believe in you more than anyone, Jen.”
This is a common debate between them. When Jungkook first opened Kookie’s, he asked Jennie to be the bartender since she’d worked as one in college. But once the bar became something more substantial, he needed help with the administrative tasks as opposed to pouring drinks.
Jungkook wanted to hire someone externally, but Jennie begged him to give her the job instead. She claimed she knew the place front to back and anyone else wouldn’t be as efficient as her, which he truly couldn’t deny.
He wasn’t hesitant because of a lack of trust in her to run things in his absence, but due to situations like this. Her safety and wellbeing are far more important to him than his business.
Obviously, he eventually relented, and Jennie’s been the manager for over two years now. She does an outstanding job, but Jungkook still hovers and it makes her feel like he doesn’t find her capable enough for the role.
But since they’re best friends above all else, they can argue about the same topic over and over again without any love lost.
“If that’s true, then go home and let me finish the inventory,” she suggests.
The idea causes Jungkook to click his tongue and rest his hands on his hips, but he knows she’ll throttle him if he doesn’t agree.
“Alright. You take care of inventory, but I’ll run the front. Just in case that asshole decides to come back.”
“Deal.” They both relax following the consensus, each of them leaning against one of the steel counters in the kitchen. “So, why did you actually leave your brother’s thing early?”
Jungkook pretends to be clueless by gently shaking his head.
“There wasn't one.”
“Uh huh.”
Although Jennie isn’t aware of Jungkook’s affection for you specifically, she knows something, or someone, in his life leaves him with an unrelenting ache.
“Whatever. Get to work, subordinate.”
Jennie gawks and chucks a dish towel at him that he seamlessly catches and uses to give her a noogie. She shrieks in response while pushing his chest, but Jungkook doesn’t stop until her hair looks like she was electrocuted.
She huffs in frustration while Jungkook merely strolls out of the kitchen with a lingering laugh trailing behind him.
The night concludes without a hitch, which gives Jennie bragging rights about Jungkook having nothing to worry about. She’s still working on the inventory when he locks the door and flips off the neon “OPEN” sign in the window, but she manages to convince him to go home.
“You sure you’ll be alright here alone?” Jungkook asks a couple feet from the door.
“If you ask me that one more time, you won’t be alright,” she threatens with a faux cordial smile.
He knows she means it, so he sighs in defeat and does his signature two-finger salute before turning on his heel to leave.
Less than twelve hours later, Jungkook’s waiting for Jaehyun outside his apartment for their monthly lunch. It’s a tradition they erected soon after college once they both entered the workforce. Unlike school, there’s no guarantee of seeing one another so they grab a meal together at least once a month.
Of course, regardless of their plans, they usually hang out a couple times a week.
Being a twin has a lot of perks, but the biggest one is having a built-in best friend.
When a long black sedan pulls up in front of him, he doesn’t bat an eye since Jaehyun drives a sleek Mercedes just as he always has. But then the back window rolls down to reveal none other than his twin sporting a proud smirk.
“Hop in, broski,” Jaehyun chuckles.
Alternatively, Jungkook’s face drops into an incredulous glare.
“You’re kidding.”
Despite being a CEO, Jaehyun doesn’t really conform to the lifestyle of a filthy rich 30-something. For instance, he allows a driver to bring him from place to place for work purposes, but insists on using his own car for everything else.
“Look, my meeting ran long and I didn’t have time to switch cars.”
“You’re making me look bad, you know. I’m a small business owner. I can’t be seen fraternizing with the enemy,” Jungkook complains.
Jaehyun laughs again with an affectionate head shake.
“I’ll make my driver park around the block. C’mon.”
Jungkook relents following an overdramatic huff, but he still ducks behind a nearby pole to prolong the ruse that they shouldn’t be seen together. After quickly gazing in both directions and putting his hands up in a gun shape, he scurries over to the car before throwing the door open and front-rolling inside as fast as he can.
Meanwhile, poor Jaehyun’s nearly in tears from the hysterical laughter overtaking him.
“You’re such a fucking idiot,” he manages to comment between giggles.
The driver pulls away from the curb while Jaehyun’s busy drying the corners of his eyes and Jungkook’s settling in his seat.
Even though Jaehyun’s been CEO of Jeon Industries for years at this point, Jungkook’s never ridden in the company car. At least not since childhood when they’d occasionally join their parents for an event.
He observes the lush interior with wide, curious eyes while running his hands along the leather and buttons. When he presses down on the one right below the lock, a thick piece of black glass rises from between the two front seats and severs their connection with the driver.
“Damn! Even a partition?” He cheers.
Jaehyun nods and leans back against the corner seat so he can face his brother.
“Hell yeah. I told you being a company man isn’t the worst thing in the world.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Jungkook flicks the glass and the sound echoes, telling him it really is as soundproof as they claim. “Huh. So how many times have you and Y/N…”
His hands gesture towards the partition and then the backseat, and Jaehyun immediately understands what’s being asked. He rolls his eyes like it’s a ridiculous question, but Jungkook just sends him a straight-faced, disbelieving look and soon enough Jaehyun smirks because he knows he’s been caught red handed.
“About half a dozen. Give or take,” he answers.
Jungkook snorts.
“Freaks.”
“Yah, you’re the one asking about your brother’s sex life.” The two share a laugh before Jaehyun changes topics. “Did you enjoy the fundraiser?”
“Ehhhhh.”
“Alright, alright,” Jaehyun graciously concedes.
“I mean, you know that’s not my scene. But I loved hearing your speech and Y/N’s desserts were out of this world.”
The mere mention of you pulls an endeared, lovesick sigh out of Jaehyun.
“Weren’t they? She worked so fucking hard and I’m just… in complete awe of her. As always.”
A bright smile naturally spreads across Jungkook’s face. Whenever he hears Jaehyun rave about you he can’t help but feel cheerful. At least if he can’t have you, the best man in the entire world does. Plus, his twin’s happiness means more to him than both his own or anyone else’s.
“She’s going to be a big name baker in no time,” Jungkook predicts.
Jaehyun agreeably nods before a thought causes his head to tick to the side.
“Wait, did you try anything else? You know, the actual food?” Jungkook realizes he’s been discovered and attempts to cover his tracks with a cough, but his brother knows better. “Kook,” he scolds him.
“Listen —”
“No, you listen.” Jaehyun fully turns towards him by bending one knee and resting it on the seat. “I know you don’t jive with this world.” He points around the car for emphasis. “And I know you equate taking anything from it with accepting charity, but that’s bullshit.” Jaehyun inhales to collect his thoughts before continuing. “We’re both business owners, yeah?” Jungkook nods. “Then it doesn’t matter how much profit our respective places make or that I run a corporation and you own a bar. You’ve worked just as hard as I have regardless of the industry you’re in. In fact, you probably worked harder than me to achieve everything you have now. Sure, I paid my dues at the company, but I was always going to take over as CEO after dad retired. You chased a dream; built something from the ground up that’s absolutely thriving. So there's no shame in possibly needing my or anybody’s help, business related or not.”
Obviously, this conversation has nothing to do with food. This is something that’s been building for years because of Jungkook’s refusal to accept anything from Jaehyun, their parents, or anybody else since the moment they graduated from university.
At first, it was because Jungkook felt like he had something to prove. Right after school, Jaehyun joined Jeon Industries while Jungkook floated from one well-meaning job to another. So, he thought he needed to show everyone, or maybe just himself, that he can stand on his own without his family’s wealth.
Purchasing Kookie’s changed his perspective since there was no longer any doubt, self imposed or otherwise, that he could succeed by himself. But Jaehyun was already CEO by then and so his resistance shifted into something more akin to insecurity. Because while he had to take out a sizable loan to kickstart the business, a single paycheck of Jaehyun’s could’ve covered both the building and renovations.
Which he offered to do without an ounce of hesitation when Jungkook originally told him his plan.
Although he knows his brother meant well and he always appreciates Jaehyun’s support, he left the conversation feeling like he would never be enough. It’s not as though Kookie’s will ever bring in even a quarter of the profit Jeon Industries does, and that reignited his determination to prove he doesn’t need anyone but himself.
Jaehyun doesn’t view the situation like Jungkook does and that’s where this grandstand’s coming from. He believes in both Jungkook’s choices and abilities as a businessman more than anyone and finds it ridiculous to compare two polar opposite careers. He also knows if the roles were reversed Jungkook would never shy away from helping him out.
“You just don’t get it, Jae,” he argues.
“But I do, Kook. I understand putting your pride first and I’m not asking you to accept any handouts. I just want you to give yourself some grace, okay?” Jaehyun lays a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. “You’re a goddamn bona fide success story if I’ve ever seen one and leaning on the people around you will never erase that.”
Jungkook sighs while fiddling with his fingers in his lap, but soon enough his lips pull upwards into a smile.
“Thanks, Jae. That means a lot coming from you.”
When he glances up again, Jaehyun’s wearing an identical grin.
“It shouldn’t. I’m just some new money nepo baby,” he counters.
The clever deflection leaves them both laughing as Jaehyun pats Jungkook’s shoulder again before retracting his hand.
Jaehyun’s words resonate with Jungkook despite his prior stubbornness about the topic. He isn’t sure what it is about this specific conversation, but the weight he constantly carries on his shoulders feels a little lighter.
“You know I love you, right?” Jungkook asks.
His twin smiles so wide his eyes become little crescents and Jungkook instantly mirrors the expression.
“Always,” he assures him. “And I love you.”
The two men happily giggle together, but after a moment Jaehyun’s face falls and his eyes grow cartoonishly wide. Jungkook notices the abrupt change right away, causing his eyebrows to kiss with confusion.
“Wha —”
“Kook, get down!”
Everything happens too fast to distinguish the proper order of events. All Jungkook registers is Jaehyun tackling him straight to the floor, an ear-piercing crash and the sound of metal scraping, and an unbelievable amount of pressure surrounding him.
After that it’s just pitch black nothingness.
A blinding, fluorescent light is what returns to Jungkook’s field of vision first. The bright white color overheard forces him to gradually blink his eyes open in order to accommodate the stark difference.
There’s also a steady beep and low hum coming from somewhere in the room, but he’s still too disoriented to make sense of left or right, up and down.
He groans and tries twisting his head, but his neck, and quite frankly, his entire body, feels stiff. When he finally manages to accomplish the task, he notices Jaehyun lying in a bed parallel to his own.
On sheer instinct, his hand stretches out towards his twin.
“Ja —”
“Oh, you’re awake,” someone exclaims.
Jungkook turns to locate the owner of the unfamiliar voice and finds a young nurse standing at the foot of his bed.
“Where am I?”
“You’re at Seoul National Hospital,” she calmly explains. “Do you know why you're here?”
The fleeting, vivid memory of Jaehyun shouting his name flashes across his mind, but there isn’t much else.
“Not really,” he answers.
“You were in a car accident earlier and the paramedics brought you in.”
“Oh.” That certainly tracks with the sounds and sensations he felt before passing out. “What about my —”
“Sir, I apologize, but there’s something else.” Jungkook looks at her expectantly, but she seems too nervous to speak as her fingers cling to the edges of her clipboard. “Your…” She gulps. “Sir, I’m so very sorry to tell you this, but… but your brother didn’t survive the crash.”
For a singular moment in time, Jungkook’s mind, the world, and maybe even the heavens go hauntingly silent.
Then all at once everything becomes total and utter chaos.
Sirens, warning bells, screaming, alarms, whatever torturous noises may exist in this world all blare inside his skull until he believes it’ll explode from the pressure. He can’t think, hear, or see straight and somehow his body feels both weightless and heavier than a skyscraper.
“What… what did you… you just say?” He stutters in fear.
“Sir —”
“No, no. That’s not possible.” An extreme sense of panic is beginning to overtake him to the point he doesn’t even feel like he’s inside his own skin anymore. “That can’t be. He can’t be.”
It isn’t possible because that would mean he’s alone. That his other half, the matching piece of him which makes him whole, the person he shares a soul with… is gone.
How could he ever survive in that condition? He doesn’t even know who he is without his twin.
Nothing is the only answer that comes to mind.
“Sir, just try to stay calm. Why don’t you tell me your name?”
The question completely catches him off guard.
“My name?”
He’s having difficulty breathing and the room seems to be twisting and turning in different directions all around him, but she’s concerned with administrative details?
“Yes, focusing on something will help,” she claims. “Plus, we need to know for identification purposes. You and your brother’s wallets got thrown around during the crash so we haven’t been able to tell you apart.”
A contradicting mixture of confusion and enlightenment breaks through the black cloud hovering above him as he slowly discerns what that means.
So far he’s the only person who knows what happened. His parents, family, and friends have no idea which twin survived. At this very moment, he exists only in a limbo outside the real world where both he and Jaehyun are simultaneously alive and dead.
Once he utters his name, the glass will shatter, and he’ll have to face reality. Not just him, though, but everyone. Which means…
Oh, god. You.
A horrifying vision of you crumbling into a heap on the ground while you scream as loud as your lungs will let you whirls around his mind until it’s all he can imagine. He can picture exactly how your face will contort in agony as salty tears stain your cheeks and suddenly only one notion crosses his mind.
That he would do anything to ensure that never happens.
“Jaehyun,” he whispers without a second thought. “I’m Jaehyun.”
It’s the stupidest, most reckless, and unhinged decision he’s ever made, but he doesn’t have any other choice. Not when he refuses to let his premonition come true. He has to protect you; shield you from the truth so you won’t ever have to feel the emotions he’s experiencing right now.
“Jaehyun,” the nurse repeats. “So, this is Jungkook?”
She gestures to the other bed and Jungkook turns to see his brother for the first time since she told him. He honestly just looks to be sleeping, but after focusing more on Jaehyun’s appearance, he notices the cuts and bruises all over his face and exposed arm.
It almost feels like she’s asking to give him one last chance to correct his original answer; to right the wrong before it’s solidified. But Jungkook doesn’t falter.
“Yes, that’s Jungkook.”
The nurse sighs deeply.
“I’m so sorry for your loss.”
Loss?
No, that doesn’t sound right. The word is far too small to hold the weight of his twin. Then again, no word will ever be enough to describe everything that Jaehyun was.
She offers him a soft smile while stepping closer to his bedside.
“I’ll go notify your family and they’ll contact a funeral home who will escort your brother to the morgue.” Jungkook grimaces at the thought of Jaehyun in such a cold, lifeless place. He doesn’t belong at a morgue. He belongs with him, you, and their parents. He’s meant to be somewhere warm and inviting just like he is. Or was. “You’re medically cleared so once you’re ready, you can join your family outside. You and your brother’s belongings are in those bags there so please take them with you.”
“What are my injuries? I don’t feel anything but sore.”
“That’s normal. You only suffered some minor bruising and superficial cuts,” she announces.
That doesn’t compute with Jungkook and he begins shaking his head like it’ll somehow make sense of what she said.
“How is it possible for me to walk away almost entirely unscathed when Jungkook didn’t even survive the crash?”
The sentence tastes weird coming out of his mouth.
Her face falls and she starts chewing on her lower lip and flipping through the pages on her clipboard like she’s dreading the explanation. Finally, after a couple seconds, she sighs again and offers him a sympathetic look.
“According to the paramedics, when they found you…” She pauses to inhale. “It appears your brother shielded you with his body. Between the floorboard and him covering you, it created a pocket of space that kept you safe from the effects of the crash. If he hadn’t, it’s highly unlikely either of you would’ve survived.”
A harsh, violent sob rips through Jungkook’s chest and causes him to choke. He clasps his hand over his mouth when tears begin to endlessly cascade down his face. His heart feels like it’s being forcibly torn from his body and thrown into an incinerator, leaving behind just a shallow husk that’s drowning in red hot blood from the inside out.
All he can think of is Jaehyun using his final moments to do the thing he always did best; protecting him. He suddenly remembers his brother’s eyes widening upon noticing something over Jungkook’s shoulder and how he didn’t hesitate for a second before springing into action.
Jaehyun is only dead because Jungkook is alive.
But that isn’t right. Jungkook refuses to accept it because Jaehyun’s the one who deserves to live. He has a wife, a massive company where people rely on him, and most of all, a heart full of pure gold.
After a few minutes of crying so hard his throat hurts, he manages to take some deep breaths and slow the constant flow of tears from his eyes.
“So, then,” he sniffles. “Am I the only person to survive?”
“That’s right,” she answers. “Your vehicle was hit by a semi-truck while stopped at a red light. The collision caused your car to roll three times before a telephone pole stopped its momentum. Due to the truck’s high speed, it slammed into a nearby building and the driver was killed on impact. No passersby were hurt, though.”
“Then what killed Jungkook was…”
“Blunt force trauma to the head and internal bleeding.”
He’s thankful he and Jaehyun traded places so often growing up or else this conversation would be close to impossible without tripping up.
“Can I… can I stay here with him before I go?”
“Of course. Take all the time you need,” she assures him. “When you’re ready, your family will be waiting for you right outside the double doors at the end of the hall.”
Jungkook mindlessly nods before thanking her as she turns to leave. Once she’s gone and the door shuts with a soft click, he attempts to sit up for the first time.
His equilibrium is still skewed and an intense wave of vertigo gives him pause for a moment, but he eventually manages to swing his legs over the edge of the mattress and straighten his spine.
His eyes remain fixed on the floor tiles while his mind filters through millions of different thoughts like a jukebox of misery. He starts to wonder if his loved ones know yet and if so, how they reacted. His heart shatters all over again at the idea of his mother and father finding out one of them is gone. They loved him and Jaehyun more than life itself and he can’t even begin to fathom the anguish they’ll be in.
For a fleeting moment, an ugly, twisted thought occurs to him.
Will people be relieved? Not necessarily that he died, but that Jaehyun’s the one who survived.
Will you be relieved?
You have to be, right? When you found out they were in an accident and one of them didn’t make it, you must’ve breathed a sigh of relief after hearing your beloved husband is alive.
He certainly wouldn’t blame you if you did.
What Jungkook doesn’t know is that although he’s correct about his parents, he couldn’t be more wrong about your reaction.
As soon as the nurse uttered the syllables of his name, their poor mother let out a horrific shriek and collapsed into her husband, who was too shocked to do anything but catch her with a face entirely devoid of emotion. Similarly, you screamed bloody murder into your palms before dropping into a chair and pulling your knees to your chest so you could hysterically wail into your jeans.
It never occurred to you to feel even an ounce of relief because it wasn’t about which twin survived; losing either of them was too much to bear.
Back in the hospital room, Jungkook finally lifts his eyes up until they land on Jaehyun. His brother still looks perfectly at peace tucked under the soft, white sheet.
A piece of him wishes he could just remain here forever and convince himself Jaehyun’s only sleeping. In all honesty, he’d rather stay until his twin’s body is nothing but bones than live in the outside world without him.
But he can’t do that because people out there need him. Well, they need Jaehyun. That’s the reason he’s going to live on as him.
His eyes water again as he observes his precious brother lying just ahead of him and soon enough his chest begins shaking from the intensity of his cries.
“You’re such an idiot, Jae,” he croaks. “Why the fuck would you do that? Why would you… why would you save me?” Jungkook shakes his head in disbelief. “You have so many people who rely on you. You have Y/N, for Christ’s sake. Why would you protect me when they need you?” His words are coming out muffled due to his forceful sobs, but it doesn’t matter because no one else can hear him. “My life isn’t worth yours, Jae. Not even close.” He methodically swipes at his eyes, but the tears are unrelenting. “You should’ve been the one to survive, not me… never me.” Before Jungkook can even register his body moving, he drops to his knees beside Jaehyun’s bed and grabs his hand. It’s involuntary; like they’re a pair of magnets always meant to attract each other. Jungkook presses his forehead to his twin’s knuckles as he continues to gasp for air. “You. Can’t. Leave. Me.” His vocal chords are rubbed raw and each word escapes between hoarse hiccups. “Please, Jae,” he weeps. “Please, I can’t do this without you. I don’t know how. I’m not… I’m nothing without you. I’m not even a full person.” He switches to resting his cheek against the back of Jaehyun’s hand so he can see his face. “We were supposed to live this life together,” Jungkook whimpers. “It’s meant to be you and me until the end. And… and Y/N. Cheers to the Jeons, remember?” His tears are gradually subsiding, allowing him to finally inhale as his thoughts start to organize themselves. “That’s why I’m doing this. Because you should be here, Jae, and if the universe got it wrong, then I’ll make it right. I’ll let myself die and be the one who gets buried underground, so you can live on through me.” He reaches out to gently push the hair out of Jaehyun’s closed eyes. “I promise to take care of everyone. I’ll look after mom and dad and keep the company running. As for Y/N… I’ll make sure she never feels this. She won’t ever lose you, Jae.” Following a deep sigh, Jungkook rises from his knees and leans over to kiss Jaehyun’s forehead before adjusting his blanket to a more comfortable position. “You won’t be alone for long, okay? I’ll come to the funeral home as soon as I can.” His eyes fill up with tears again, but none fall. “I love you, big brother.”
Jaehyun always teased Jungkook about being eleven minutes older and often claimed he should be respectfully referred to as such. So, he figures he’ll give his twin the satisfaction at least once in this lifetime.
Once his thoughts and emotions settle into just a dull hum in his ears, he takes another deep breath and gets ready to leave. He dresses himself in Jaehyun’s clothes and slips his belongings into his pockets until there’s none left. His next stop is the mirror, where he observes his own appearance for the first time.
Frankly, he looks like hell even without extensive injuries. His face is sullen and devoid of light, his eyes have massive bags under them, and his hair is in knots all over his head. But at least he looks like Jaehyun, and that’s what matters.
It’s a good thing he got a hair cut last week since prior to then the length was about three or four inches longer than his brother’s.
There’s still one thing, though.
Jungkook gasps when he remembers the distinct feature only he possesses while running his fingertips across his cheek. The infamous scar which will no doubt instantly give him away is a major problem. Luckily, the accident itself provides a perfect cover story.
He quickly turns around to rummage through his own possessions for his pocket knife and upon locating it, he grabs an alcohol wipe from a bin of supplies in the room and sterilizes the blade.
Once in front of the mirror again, he cranes his neck so he can see what he’s doing before placing the tip of the knife at the start of the small scar.
“Just go slow, not too deep, and do not fuck up your face,” he instructs himself.
Following a long inhale, he applies pressure and slowly glides the blade down his cheek until there’s a slightly longer, fresh cut hiding the old one. The metal stings as it slices his skin open and he hisses afterwards because of the ache on the left side of his face.
Jungkook surveys the new mark to ensure it’s sufficient before snagging a bandage to cover the injury. Then he slings the hospital bag over his shoulder and turns towards his brother again.
“I’ll see you soon. Okay, Jae?”
He exits the room and closes the door behind him so no one disturbs his twin and heads for the double doors the nurse spoke of. When he reaches them, he stops to spend a moment counting his inhales and exhales as a means of calming himself down.
Beyond this point, his whole world changes forever. Not only is it one where his brother doesn’t exist, but once he steps through the doors, Jungkook is dead.
The life he knew is over and done, but losing his own identity is more than worth it to keep Jaehyun alive.
After smacking the automatic button, he anxiously waits while the two doors swing open. His eyes flit around the waiting room for someone he recognizes and as if by fate, the first person his sights land on is you standing with his aunt near some chairs. He starts to open his mouth to call for you, but your head naturally turns in his direction first.
The world seems to slow like a movie effect when you catch one another’s gaze. Your eyes open wider and your mouth forms a soft O, but soon enough all your features wilt as tears begin to pool along your waterline.
“Jae,” you quietly gasp.
Jungkook watches you place one foot in front of the other until you’re full-on running to him. He automatically follows your lead by rushing ahead and once you reach each other, he lifts you right off the ground while one hand circles your waist and the other cradles the back of your head.
You’re already crying into his shirt where your face is hidden and Jungkook instinctively shushes you and pets your hair.
“I was so scared,” you whimper against his skin.
“I know, baby, I know.” Jungkook twists his head so he can kiss your temple, where he whispers his next phrase. “But it’s all over now.”
A sorrowful, pained whine leaves your lips when you nuzzle yourself deeper into his neck. Jungkook echoes the action, resting his forehead on your shoulder while his fingers slide along your scalp.
After what feels like both too long and not enough time, Jungkook returns you to the ground and pulls back so you can see each other. As soon as he does, he notices a wave of confusion cross your face. It makes him momentarily panic about the possibility of already being caught, but then the expression disappears just as quickly as it came.
It’s replaced with the familiar look of devotion you always have around Jaehyun while your hands rise to cup his face.
“Are you okay?”
Your fingers delicately graze the bandage on his left cheek and he covers your hand with his own as a wordless reassurance.
“It’s my only injury,” he answers.
“What?”
Based on your expression, it seems you’re experiencing the same puzzlement he did.
“Jungkook…” He pauses both for the sake of his emotions and to ensure he doesn’t mess up. “The nurse told me he protected me during the crash. And I remember him tackling me to the ground right before everything went black. That’s why I’m totally unharmed while he…” His voice trails off when fresh tears start blurring his vision. “It’s all my fault,” he cries.
Jungkook’s already shaking again by the time you force him into another embrace so he can sob into your neck. Just as he did with you, one of your hands slinks up into his hair while the other creates soothing circles along his spine.
“That’s not true, baby,” you profess in his ear. “And he wouldn’t want you to think like that.”
The comfort of your voice ironically just makes him wail louder as he clings to your shirt like a lifeline. He’s certain if you weren’t holding him he’d already be on his knees. His grief is inconceivable and the only reason he isn’t drowning is because your arms are around him.
When he lifts his head again, you immediately wipe away the remaining tears on his cheeks.
“We should be with your family,” you suggest.
He nods despite dreading the idea of seeing his parent’s faces right now, but before you can lead him across the room by his hand, a new thought occurs.
“Wait,” he calls while grabbing your arm to stop you. “The bar. Does anyone there know yet?”
An image of Jennie flashes in his mind and causes his heart to clench.
He hasn’t had time to consider all the consequences of throwing his own life away just yet. Including how it’ll affect everyone he loves, because while he’ll get to see all of them again, they’ll never see him.
His last moments with Jennie will forever be her playfully threatening him if he didn’t stop being so damn protective. It was such a mundane and familiar scene, but now it bears the weight of their entire friendship.
“No, we’ve only called family so far,” you respond.
Jungkook grimaces.
“We need to tell them. Jennie, at the very least.”
“I’ll do it.”
“What? No —”
“You should be with your family and she deserves to hear it in person,” you argue.
He can’t refute that, no matter how much he wants you to stay by his side.
“Okay,” he relents.
You steal the hand resting on your elbow so you can encompass it between your own and plant a gentle kiss on his knuckles.
“We’ll meet back at home?”
Jungkook nods and you leave soon after for Kookie’s, hopefully arriving before the bar opens. In the meantime, he tries to regulate his nervous system and emotions so he can greet his family. He knows it’s technically pointless since he’s going to break down again as soon as he sees his parents, but he has to at least try holding it together.
Once he rounds the corner from the hallway, he notices a small group of his loved ones gathered together. Most of his aunts, uncles, and cousins are present and thankfully, everyone seems to be okay at the moment.
His eyes land on his mom and dad near the back of the crowd and the thought of interacting with them for the first time as an only child makes him want to vomit. Alas, he can’t put it off forever.
“Mom,” he softly calls for her.
Her head instantly whips in the direction of his voice and Jungkook holds his breath in anticipation.
“Oh, Jae!”
She scurries over to him like a bullet and Jungkook helps close the gap before throwing his arms around her. His mom hugs him so tight he worries she might crack his ribs, but he doesn’t mind. This is precisely what he needs.
As expected, he’s already crying again and he can hear his mom sniffling in his ear. It causes all his horrible, overwhelming thoughts and feelings to come roaring back stronger than ever despite her comforting embrace.
“I’m so happy you’re okay,” she whispers.
His heart cracks right down the middle and suddenly the deep sobs from earlier return to haunt him.
“I’m sorry,” he croaks. “I’m so sorry.”
“Shh. You have nothing to be sorry about, sweetie.”
“He should be here.” Jungkook gasps and chokes on nothing but his crushing guilt. “He’s supposed to be here.” His mom gently tugs him upright so she can caress his face and swipe at his tears. “I’m not meant to be alone. We’re two for a reason. I’m… I’m only half a person. How am I supposed to survive with half of me missing?”
“But you’re not alone,” she assures him. “You’ve got us. You’ve got Y/N. We’re here, my darling.”
He doesn’t know how to explain what someone else will never be able to understand. No one but him and Jaehyun, and perhaps all the other identical twins in the world, can comprehend what this feels like. It’s like being slowly ripped in half with a dull knife; his very soul stretching across an incomprehensible divide.
“It isn’t the same, mom.” His tears are finally beginning to wane again and allowing him to speak clearer. “You have no idea. It isn’t possible for you to.”
She frowns and drops her hands from his face to hold both of his instead.
“Maybe not, but I think I can come pretty close.” Her voice breaks at the end of her sentence. “I gave birth to two beautiful boys. But now only one’s standing in front of me.” Jungkook’s stomach drops while she inhales to prevent more tears from falling. “You claim you’re cut in half, but I’m in thirds.”
“Mom,” Jungkook cries.
“I’m not telling you that to make you feel bad, sweetie.” She squeezes his hands a few times with a soft smile on her lips. It’s an expression only a mother could manage at a time like this. “It’s so you know we’re in this together.”
He has to briefly close his eyes to keep his emotions in check, especially when his mom reaches up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. His dad approaches them soon after, causing a similar cycle of tears and tight hugs to repeat.
By the time Jungkook’s spoken to everyone at least once, he’s so mentally and physically drained he can barely stand up straight. His parents drive him home, Jaehyun’s home, and your car’s already there when they pull into the driveway.
“I’ll come over tomorrow,” he declares. “So we can talk about… stuff.”
“Alright, darling,” his mom responds, turning around to rest her hand atop his own.
Jungkook exits the car after a quick goodbye and fishes through Jaehyun’s coat pocket for the house keys as he walks towards the front door. He manages to locate them, but his brother’s key ring has at least ten others dangling from the small, metal loop.
“Jesus Christ, Jae,” he mumbles to himself while attempting each one.
Once he succeeds in opening the door, he peers inside before entering the house and turning the lock behind him.
It’s almost eerily silent in the home. Of all the times he’s been here, there's almost always music playing or a kitchen timer going off. He supposes it’s fitting, though. Without Jaehyun, the world is simply duller.
“Sweetheart?” He calls as he slips off his shoes and hangs his coat on the rack.
He doesn’t hear a single peep until he nears the master bedroom.
The door’s slightly cracked, but enough for Jungkook to spot you sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed. You’re crying so hard your breath is skipping every couple seconds as your upper body rattles. It’s heartbreaking to witness, and even more so when he realizes you’re also clutching a picture frame to your chest.
Jungkook inhales in preparation and then lifts his hand to rap his knuckles against the wood. Your head rises at the unexpected sound and it turns out seeing your somber, tearful expression is even worse than watching you sob.
“Hi,” you rasp.
“Hi, baby.” You use your shirtsleeve to dry the tears on your cheeks while Jungkook walks further into the bedroom. He sits down once he’s close enough before sliding over until your shoulders brush. Like its muscle memory, you melt into his side while your body releases all the built-up tension. “Whatcha got there?”
Your eyes drop to the object in your hands and you tentatively pull it away from your chest to rest it on your knees so Jungkook can see.
It’s a photo from your wedding, one of you and Jungkook taken after the ceremony by your photographer. Besides the bride and groom portraits, you had them capture quite a few pictures of Jungkook and Jaehyun, the three of you, and finally you and Jungkook.
In this particular image, Jungkook’s hugging you from behind, but he’d tickled you right as the photographer snapped the picture, resulting in an adorable still shot of you two laughing. Just like you always do whenever you’re together.
Did. Since he’s effectively dead now.
Jungkook hasn’t seen the photo in a while, even though it’s framed in his office amongst other photos from your wedding day. It’s hung up on the opposite wall to his desk, so he has to make a point of gazing at them when he isn’t working.
The framed photograph automatically produces fresh tears, although they feel happier than his previous ones.
“I love that photo,” he chuckles while using his thumb to dry his cheek.
“Mmhm,” you hum with a hint of a grin. “Me, too.” Jungkook watches your fingers run down the glass so you can trace his face in the image. You hiccup and sniffle, but it isn’t enough, and you begin softly crying a second later. “I can’t…” You inhale deeply. “I just can’t believe he’s gone.”
You’re sobbing again before you can stop yourself and automatically cling to Jungkook by slinging your arms around his neck and burying your face in his shirt. His hands slide around your waist to hold you tight and he even tugs you across his lap so he can gently rock you back and forth.
He won’t lie and say it doesn’t satisfy something malignant inside him that this is your reaction. His worst fear was that you'd be too happy about Jaehyun being alive to care about Jungkook being dead. But it’s a miniscule piece of him. For the most part, his heart aches at the mere thought of you being sad or in pain.
“I’m sorry,” you whimper. “I’m trying to be strong for you.”
Jungkook’s face immediately scrunches in disapproval.
“I don’t want that, baby.” He trails a hand up your back to lift your head as his mom’s words from earlier echo in his mind. “We’re in this together.”
You shake your head.
“It isn’t the same for me as it is for you. I’m your wife, I need to be there for you.”
“You are,” Jungkook interjects. “Just by being here in my arms and looking at me like you always do. It’s more than enough.”
Instead of replying, you collapse back into him while tightening your hold. Jungkook follows suit just as vehemently until you two can’t possibly get any closer.
After a few minutes, you both naturally unwind from the embrace, although you stay in his lap and draw absentminded shapes along his collarbone with your fingernail.
“How did it go? Is Jennie alright?” He eventually asks.
“Not even close.” When Jungkook’s eyes tilt down in concern, you elaborate. “I don’t know if I’ve ever heard such a horrible sound before. She screamed like… like I’d plunged my hand into her chest and suffocated her heart. Then she just started chanting ‘no, no, no’ until it mixed in with the shrieking to become this gut wrenching… prayer, almost. I had to catch her, too, because she instantly started dropping to her knees. But she clung to me so tight it brought us straight down to the floor. And that’s where we stayed while she sobbed and whimpered his name until her voice was gone.”
As you speak, Jungkook has to drive his nails into his palms to keep it together. Because Jaehyun wouldn’t react to that news like he would.
For him, every word you utter stomps on his lungs with the weight of an elephant. Not only because the vision you’re painting is downright agonizing to imagine, but because it’s all his fault.
In saving you from the heartache of losing Jaehyun, he condemned Jennie to that fate instead. Sure, it isn’t exactly the same since their relationship’s platonic, but she’s still his best friend of a decade.
“She’s not still there, is she? All alone?”
“Oh, god, no,” you confirm. “Once she calmed down, I helped her hang a sign on the door stating Kookie’s would be closed until further notice and drove her home. I also told her to call me if she needs anything.”
Jungkook nods along with a sigh of relief before allowing his head to rest on your shoulder. It's becoming increasingly difficult to even hold it up, but it helps when you start combing through his hair and kissing his crown. The sensation of your fingertips on his scalp elicits an appreciative hum and soon enough his entire body relaxes against you.
“You should get some sleep, honey.”
He shakes his head while lifting it again to meet your gaze.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to,” he admits.
“Well, let’s at least get you out of these clothes.”
After standing up, you offer him your hands and he takes them without a second thought so you can help pull him to his feet. You begin to lead him towards the en-suite, but suddenly Jungkook’s paralyzed with a completely new fear. He halts fast, causing you to get tugged back in his direction.
“Jae?”
“I can’t…”
“What’s wrong?” You attempt to survey his expression, but he’s staring straight past you into the large bathroom. “Honey?”
“I can’t… um… can’t…” He exhales a shaky breath. “I don’t wanna look in the mirror.”
Earlier when he was ensuring his appearance would exactly match Jaehyun’s, his adrenaline and determination were guiding him and he didn’t think much about it. But now that his body and mind have had time to settle, the idea of looking in the mirror and seeing his twin’s face staring back is terrifying.
Luckily, you steal his attention by gently pulling his face down so he’s looking at you instead, freeing him from the anxious reverie.
“That’s alright. You don’t have to,” you reassure him.
“How? I mean, there’s one in every bathroom.”
You thoughtfully purse your lips and glance back over your shoulder at the room in question.
“Give me a minute?”
Jungkook nods despite not knowing what you’re thinking and sits on the edge of the bed once you leave the room.
When you return, you have a roll of parchment paper, tape, scissors, and a couple other miscellaneous household items. You hurry into the en-suite before Jungkook can question you and close the door behind you, but he still hears the various noises coming from inside.
You emerge about ten minutes later with a prideful grin and steal his hand to bring him into the bathroom with you. Jungkook’s just about to object in case he accidentally catches sight of himself, but the realization of what you did stops him in his tracks.
The massive mirrors which hang above the double sinks are completely covered by multiple layers of parchment paper and taped down around the entire perimeter so they won’t budge. Best of all, there’s a small note in the bottom corner that reads “I love you” followed by an adorable smiley face.
“I’ll take care of the other bathrooms save for one tomorrow,” you state.
Jungkook can barely hear you because he's too focused on what you’ve done for him. His eyes flicker back and forth across the mirrors as if it’ll all disappear if he looks away. But it won’t, because you’ll make sure it doesn’t until the moment he’s ready to meet his reflection again.
Tears flood his eyes and cause him to sniffle the longer he admires your work. When you hear the sound, you look at him in concern.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Jungkook mumbles between hiccups. “I just don’t deserve you.”
Your expression melts into one of nothing but love as you reach out to push his hair back.
“You can say that all you want, baby, but it’ll never make it true.”
He shakes his head. For what, he isn’t sure. Perhaps because he disagrees with your statement or maybe he’s just in complete disbelief over how truly wonderful you are.
“Thank you, sweetheart.”
You simply shrug with a soft, gorgeous smile.
“There’s no need.”
The two of you proceed to complete your nightly routines side by side. Other than when you head to a different bathroom so you can see what you’re doing while you wash your face and apply products.
Jungkook finishes first and decides to change clothes prior to you returning. It just feels like the right move, all things considered. Thankfully, he’s spent enough time here to know where Jaehyun keeps his things, such as pajamas.
He’s already in bed by the time you come back and you affectionately grin over how cute he looks snuggled up beneath the sheets.
“Comfy?”
The question encourages Jungkook to run his fingers along the edge of the blankets. They’re much softer than the ones back at his apartment. Which certainly tracks considering Jaehyun made well over six figures and Jungkook doesn’t even budget a salary for himself among the expenses for the bar.
“Yeah.”
His meek reply produces a wave of sadness on your face, but you don’t comment on it and head straight towards your closet to find something for bed. When you return, you’re holding your pajamas. Jungkook quickly realizes what that means and looks down to avoid seeing you change.
He knows he can’t do so forever, but he really doesn’t want tonight to be the first time he sees you naked after being helplessly in love with you for fifteen years.
The mattress dips as you climb in beside him and Jungkook glances up again now that he knows the coast is clear. You make yourself comfortable by sliding beneath the sheets and lying on your side so you’re facing him. He quickly mirrors you, leaving you two only a couple inches apart in the large bed.
“Is it a stupid question to ask how you’re doing?” He shakes his head. “Alright. How are you doing?”
Despite everything, including that he’s doing absolutely terrible, he can’t help but faintly smile at you.
“Honestly?”
“Mmhm.”
After a deep sigh, Jungkook’s hand finds your own under the blanket so he can lace your fingers together.
“I don’t know how I would’ve survived without you,” he confesses.
You squeeze his hand and he swears it’s like someone removing a one hundred pound weight from his back.
“And that’s exactly how we’re gonna get through this,” you claim. “You just lean on me and I’ll see that you make it out safely.”
Jungkook genuinely doesn’t know how much more his heart can take. You’re an angel amongst humans, and he feels woefully unprepared to experience being loved by you.
“I’m kinda heavy, we might need to take a lot of breaks,” Jungkook teases.
The beautiful, melodic laugh he adores so much passes through your lips and prompts him to join in.
“That’s alright. No matter how long it takes, I’ll carry you the whole way.”
More tears prick the corners of Jungkook’s eyes, but you reach out to stop them in their tracks before he can do so himself.
“You’re… you’re the best thing to ever happen to me, Y/N,” he cries.
It’s true. Even though you’ve only ever had a platonic relationship before tonight, he can’t imagine his life without you.
“Me, too,” you whisper while caressing his cheek. “I love you, Jaehyun.”
Jungkook forces his eyes shut while willing himself not to cry anymore, but it's difficult to combat the raging whirlpool of emotions coursing through him. One being the profound sadness of hearing you say Jaehyun’s name. His twin who’s currently lying on a cold, steel slab at a funeral home across town. But that’s the precise reason he’s doing this, because you love Jaehyun, and Jungkook loves you. Enough to throw his whole life away just so you’ll never know the pain of losing the person you love.
On the flip side, there’s also the guilt slowly eating away at him. Even though his motives are benign, it doesn’t change him lying in bed with his brother’s wife on the evening of his death.
The worst part is Jungkook never wanted this. No matter how much he loves you, he never once wished you would be with him instead of Jaehyun. You two were a match made in heaven, and Jungkook’s devotion to you both vastly outweighed his desire. Hence his determination to make sure your love lives on.
But now he’s left with no choice but to end his fifteen years of yearning, with this being the defining moment.
For the first time, whether you’re aware it’s him or not, he’s able to tell you he loves you. He’s uttered the infamous phrase to you a million times over the years, but only platonically. Tonight he’s allowed to mean it.
“I love you,” he declares, clear and simple; without an ounce of hesitation. Except once his adoration’s finally out in the open, suddenly it’s all Jungkook wants to say. “I love you, Y/N.” Entirely on instinct, he closes the gap between you by grabbing your waist and tugging you into him. “I love you.” Your arms circle his neck as your body naturally molds to the shape of his own. “I love you.” His opposite hand rises to push your hair back and cradle your jaw. “I love you.” He doesn’t know who moves first, but your foreheads meet in the middle, causing your noses to brush. “Y/N, I love you.”
You’re crying again and he doesn’t realize he is too until your hand slides up his cheek to wipe away the fresh tears. He returns the favor, but it’s useless against the endless raindrops falling from your eyes.
“I thought I was gonna lose you today,” you confess. “None of the doctors or nurses would tell us anything. But the news was reporting multiple people dead at the scene.” You hiccup. “And I was so fucking terrified, Jae.”
Jungkook shakes his head while soothingly running his thumb back and forth along your cheekbone.
“I’ll never let that happen. I’m not going anywhere.”
“But I… I still lost him.” Even through the tears, you manage a small, nostalgic smile. “My Kookie.”
He hasn’t heard you refer to him like that since your wedding and it's just as heart stopping as the first time.
“No,” he disagrees. “Jungkook will always be with us. Him and I were one soul in two bodies. Now we’re just together in this one.”
The irony is so potent he can practically taste it.
“Then will you give him a message for me?”
His eyebrows rise, not expecting your response in the slightest, but he still nods.
Both your eyes and hand drop to his chest where you trace along the stripes on his shirt. Jungkook can’t tell if you’re simply thinking about what you want to say or are hesitant to vocalize it.
“Kookie,” you softly exhale. “I’m really thankful you protected the person we both love most today.” A belated tear escapes from your waterline. “But I’m also really fucking angry at you for leaving us.”
It takes Jungkook a minute to process your declaration because his brain’s just one, big, jumbled mess of both him and Jaehyun. Once he manages to, he clears his throat and captures your gaze again.
“Message received,” he tells you with a smile.
“Thank you.”
“Anytime, baby.”
Surprisingly, Jungkook’s actually able to fall asleep. He imagines it’s because you remain in his arms all night and your comforting smell, warmth, and touch are enough to keep him in a deep slumber.
Waking up in a world without Jaehyun for the first time is bizarre, to say the least. Especially considering the moment his eyes open, he’s thrust right back into his brother’s life.
The scent of sweets is wafting through the house as he rises from bed and twists until his feet meet the floor. He rubs the sleep from his eyes and stretches his body that’s still sore from yesterday before glancing around the room.
Everywhere he looks are pieces of Jaehyun, but rather than being a reminder of the horrors he faced yesterday, they soothe his scattered mind. Similar to what he told you last night, being in this room makes him feel like his brother’s still here with him.
After gathering his bearings and changing into something comfortable to wear for the day, he goes downstairs to find you.
As always, you’re standing in the kitchen sipping from a mug and flipping through a recipe book. He spots you before you notice him because the house’s open concept allows him to see the lower level before reaching the final step. He uses it to his advantage, giving himself a second to admire you uninterrupted.
“Morning, sweetheart,” he greets you while stepping down onto the first floor.
You glance up at the sound and your entire face glows with adoration. Jungkook doesn’t know if he’ll ever get used to that. You’re almost too radiant to look at head on.
“Hi, honey,” you coo.
The mug clinks on the countertop when you set it down and round the corner to reach him. As soon as you do, you slide your arms around his waist and place your ear to his chest. Jungkook hopes you can’t hear the jackrabbiting tempo of his heart; something your husband of five years shouldn’t have.
Jungkook wraps his limbs around your neck in return, letting them lay limp on your shoulders while he bends down to kiss the top of your head.
“Did you sleep well?”
He feels you nod against his sternum and a smile immediately spreads across his face. You gaze up afterwards, taking a step back at the same time so you don’t have to crane your neck.
“How are you doing?”
“I feel… weird,” he admits. “I don’t really know how to describe it.”
“That’s alright,” you assure him. “I’ll still do my best to understand, okay?” His grin grows as he acknowledges your pledge with a nod. “The bathroom mirrors are all covered now except for the half bath near the guest room. But I put a sign on the door so you don’t forget.”
“Thank you so much.”
“It’s the least I can do.” You turn on your heel to return to the kitchen while Jungkook follows like a lost puppy. Not only because this isn’t his normal morning routine, but because he just wants to be near you. “I made all your favorites for breakfast.”
With a gesture at the dining room table, you show off the massive spread of both savory and sweet dishes. Honestly, Jungkook can’t believe what’s seeing. He’s always known you to be a doting, giving wife, but Jaehyun had it fucking made.
“Baby, I don’t even know what to say.” His feet carry him to your side while his eyes keep surveying all the different foods. “You didn’t have to do all this.”
One of your hands gently tugs on his chin to turn his face back to you.
“I know. I wanted to do this because I love you. Simple as that.”
“I love you,” he whispers, almost like an automatic, involuntary response.
“Then will you please eat all the yummy food I made for you?”
He chuckles and nods before sitting at the table and beginning to dig in. A couple minutes later, you return with two mugs and set one down in front of him. His eyes grow with curiosity as he leans over to check the contents, but his face falters upon realizing what it is.
Hot chocolate with mini marshmallows. His brother’s favorite.
Jungkook loves hot chocolate, too, but he hates when marshmallows are included. He swears they ruin the flavor and turn the entire drink into a lumpy mess.
But Jungkook’s dead for all intents and purposes, so marshmallows it is for the rest of his life.
“Thanks, sweetheart.”
You hum in acknowledgment prior to turning around so you can grab something else. It’s a good thing because after Jungkook takes his first sip, he gags and lays his tongue out to try getting rid of the taste.
“So, I talked to your mom this morning and she said we’re welcome to come over whenever we’re ready to start working through all the logistics,” you explain while strolling in from the kitchen.
After coming back once again, you sit down in the seat next to him.
“Do you think we can go to the funeral home today? I promised Jungkook I wouldn’t leave him alone for too long.”
“Well, he might not be ready for visitors yet. If you know what I mean?”
He really wishes he didn’t. The thought of his brother getting pumped with chemicals to slow the decaying of his body makes him sick to his stomach.
“Right. Do you think they’ll tell us once he is?”
“We can always call and ask,” you suggest.
Jungkook hums before you both continue eating your breakfast in a comfortable silence.
Following the meal, Jungkook asks you to help him look more presentable since he can’t use a mirror to do so himself. You’ve both already showered and gotten dressed, so all that’s left is to fix his hair and swap out the bandage on his cheek.
You ask him to sit on the edge of the bed while you grab a hairbrush and the first aid kit. He waits patiently as instructed and once you come back, you stand between his open legs and place the items beside him on the mattress.
The first task you attempt is changing his bandage, which you begin by delicately removing the current one. Jungkook hisses when the tape pulls at his skin, but the pain is brief.
Afterwards, he admires your face of determination as you clean the cut with an alcohol pad. He expects you to apply some ointment and the new bandage next, but instead you just stare at the small, red mark with a thoughtful expression.
“What is it?” He inquires.
You click your tongue and shake your head like you’re still debating on the answer yourself.
“Nothing. It's just… what are the odds you walk away with only a single injury and it happens to be in the exact spot your brother’s scar was?”
Jungkook’s heart drops, but he soon realizes you aren’t accusing him of anything and are simply pointing out the coincidence.
“I noticed that, too,” he responds. “I guess the universe just wanted to ensure I have a reminder every time I look in the mirror.” A hollow, dark chuckle escapes him. “As if my identical fucking face isn’t enough.”
“Oh, but it’s such a nice face.” Your fingers trail down his chin so you can tilt his head up. “So handsome god had to make two of them.”
His responding laugh is instantaneous and bright. He even squeezes his eyes shut as both rows of teeth make an appearance. It prompts you to parrot the sound while lovingly caressing his jaw.
Once the delightful energy simmers, he ensnares your waist to pull you close and bury his face in your stomach. His hands glide up and down your back as he holds you and you reciprocate by carding your fingers through his hair.
“Thank you. I needed that.”
“Always, baby,” you reply with a kiss to his crown.
You finish with the injury and brush his freshly washed hair before heading to his parents’ place about thirty minutes away. Jungkook drives, claiming the control of being behind the wheel will help with the anxiety of stepping into a vehicle only a day after a life altering accident.
When you two arrive, your hand immediately finds his as you stroll towards the entrance together. He always saw the same thing happen with you and Jaehyun, but he never realized just how instinctual it is. Even though it’s been less than a day, he has an insatiable urge to touch you at all times.
His mom meets you both at the door and everyone exchanges warm hugs before entering the house. It seems his folks had an early morning because there's already photo albums and legal paperwork strewn all over the kitchen table.
“Alright,” his mom announces. “We’ve got a long to-do list, but we also need to make sure we’re checking in on each other. Yes?” You and Jungkook nod in sync. “So, funeral and burial comes first. We need to choose the date and time, casket, and headstone. Along with writing the obituary and sorting through photos. Afterwards, we need to discuss logistics regarding the apartment, the bar, his motorcycle, etc.”
“If you can’t tell, your mother’s coping by running this house like a drill sergeant,” his dad pipes up from behind her.
The lighthearted humor at the time like this is precisely what everyone needs and allows for the air to feel a little less suffocating.
“I can start on the photos while you all focus on the burial arrangements,” you offer.
“And I’m going to take care of the obituary,” his dad adds.
Jungkook’s teeth sink into his lower lip as he observes the table’s contents representing everything that still has to be done. It’s overwhelming enough learning how to survive alone after thirty one years of being a pair, but now there’s a laundry list of other tasks, too.
“That sounds… good,” he whispers.
You comfortingly squeeze his hand and it leads him to glance over at you. You’re wearing a sweet, supportive smile and you also lift your eyebrows to silently ask if he’s alright. After he nods, you tug on his arm to pull you closer together.
“Jae, sweetie,” his mom grabs his attention. “Can you run upstairs and grab the 2001 photo album? It’s the only one missing.”
“Yeah, sure.”
He lets go of your hand at the same time you step into the kitchen to begin sorting photos. It doesn’t really phase him to walk up the large staircase in his home, but once he reaches the top, his heart drops.
Him and Jaehyun’s rooms are directly across from another at the top of the steps, with a small landing separating them. Neither twin has changed the layout or decor since moving out, so they’re still perfectly preserved time capsules of their youth.
He ventures into his own room first by gently pressing on the door until it swings open. It seems smaller than when he was young, but everything is identical otherwise. His feet carry him around the perimeter a couple times as he runs his hands along the furniture, trophies, books, and collectibles throughout the room.
This is it, he supposes. Everything that makes him, him, will be buried along with his brother because he’ll never be Jungkook again in this lifetime. It makes his grief even more daunting and convoluted because while he’s mourning Jaehyun, a piece of him is also mourning himself.
His fist taps the desk a few times as he inhales and lets the air gradually exit through his lips.
“Goodbye, Jungkook.” A tiny smirk appears. “It’s been fun.”
While walking backwards, he admires the bedroom a little longer before closing the door.
His next stop is Jaehyun’s bedroom and he has to take in another large gulp of oxygen just to prepare himself. With a push, he opens the door the same as he did his own room and crosses the threshold into the familiar space.
He doesn’t recall the last time he was in here, but his memories with Jaehyun are present all around him.
Brief flashes and mirages of their time growing up together play on the walls and across the different pieces of furniture. Like the time they tried to pull an all-nighter at the ripe age of eight only to crash at four in the morning with a pile of candy and soda bottles between them. Or when they were chasing each other around at age eleven and ended up breaking the bed frame by jumping on the mattress too hard. And another one from when they were fourteen and play-wrestling on the floor until one of them accidentally kicked the dresser and shattered a lamp.
They were rambunctious, devious, and fun-loving throughout their entire lives, up until their final moments together.
Most of all, Jungkook remembers lying on his twin’s bed the night Jaehyun told him about you. It’s strange to think how different the last fifteen years would’ve been if that had never occurred. You’re such an integral part of their lives and as his mind replays the memory, he can’t help but smile.
It isn’t for long, though, because the more images he sees, the harder he finds it to breathe. Soon enough, he feels the familiar prick of tears and his bottom lip begins to tremble.
His eyes flicker to the mattress and suddenly all he sees is Jaehyun lying still in a hospital bed.
Jungkook whimpers aloud while trying to stop the influx of emotions before they get the better of him, but it's useless, and he ends up on his knees just like yesterday.
He pushes his forehead into the sheets as harsh, erratic sobs surge through his body. His hands clutch the comforter like a vice grip, anything to provide some sort of stability.
“Please,” he gasps. “Please come back to me.” His chest is shaking so much the words are barely audible. “I don’t wanna do this without you, Jae. I can’t be somewhere you don’t exist.”
It’s uncertain how long Jungkook weeps into his twin’s old blankets, but by the time his body relaxes, he’s got a headache, a sore throat, and his eyes are swollen.
He’s in a weakened, almost trance when he returns to the first floor with the photo album. It lands on the kitchen table with a loud thump and causes both you and his mom to jump because you didn’t hear him enter.
When you notice his current state, your eyes widen.
“Jae?” You call while standing up.
The sudden sensation of your hand on his shoulder grounds him to reality and he slowly blinks back to normal before meeting your concerned gaze.
“I’m okay,” he quietly assures you as his hand rises to cradle your cheek.
You automatically relax into his touch, letting your head rest against his palm.
“Are you sure?”
A hint of a smile spreads across his lips.
“As long as I have you,” he whispers so only you hear it.
Afterwards, his head dips so he can place a light kiss on your forehead.
The doorbell rings, surprising everyone and pulling all your attention to the entrance.
“Who could that be?” His dad ponders from the couch.
“Shit, that must be Jennie,” you answer.
“Jennie?” Jungkook squeaks in shock.
His odd reaction earns him a quick, questioning glance from you, but you thankfully don’t pry any further.
“Yeah. I told her yesterday if she has any photos she wants to include she can bring them here.” You squeeze Jungkook’s bicep before heading for the door. “I’ll go greet her.”
Jungkook’s only thought is that you cannot let her into this house. Jennie, of all people, is the one person who always sees right through him. Not only that, but he won’t be able to keep it together. The guilt of knowing what he’s putting her through is far too expansive.
Spurred on by anxiety, Jungkook follows you to the entrance, but slips into the foyer nearby so he can witness your conversation without being seen.
Once the door opens, you smile and wave your arm to usher Jennie inside before giving her a long hug.
“How are you doing?” You ask her.
Jennie tries to send you a reassuring smile, but it looks more like a tight-lipped frown.
“Oh, you know,” she faintly chuckles. “I’ve been better.”
You grimace and reach out to hold her hand.
“Can I help at all? I mean, with anything.”
“No, no. I just have to… survive my own subconscious.”
“Well, do you wanna come in?”
“Oh, no,” she objects while offering you the shoebox tucked beneath her arm. “I just came to give you these. Please don’t feel obligated to use them. I won’t be offended.”
“Of course, we will, Jen.” You open it enough to peek inside and whatever photos are in there, they make you grin. “You’re Jungkook’s best friend. You deserve to be included.”
Jennie graciously nods.
“It’s just so strange, you know? One moment he’s here and the next…”
“Yeah,” you concur.
“And now I’m just playing back the last time I saw him over and over again and trying not to regret every little thing.”
“What do you have to regret?”
“I don’t know, honestly. Probably nothing, right? But that doesn’t stop me from agonizing over it.” She sighs and sniffles while using her coat sleeve to wipe her eyes. “I just thought we’d have more time. I thought I would hear his voice again, or his laugh. See those huge fucking eyes of his go wide because he got excited.”
You both break out into a fit of giggles and Jungkook’s suddenly smiling from ear to ear. Not necessarily because of your conversation, but the vision of his girls looking so happy together. Even if it’s only fleeting.
“God, he was such an enigma. Wasn’t he? Like he owns a dive bar, exclusively wears all black, and drives a motorcycle, but also owns multiple pairs of Iron Man socks and has a pink toiletry bag.”
“Oh, don’t forget the adorable little keychains he used to hang from his backpack in college,” Jennie adds.
The two of you laugh again before you gesture towards the interior of the house.
“Are you sure you don’t wanna come in?”
Jennie thoughtfully nibbles on her lower lip for a moment, but inevitably shakes her head.
“No, I, uh, I don’t think I can handle seeing Jaehyun right now,” she confesses. “Not because of anything to do with him, of course. I just have no idea how I’ll react to seeing someone who looks just like Jungkook.”
You nod understandably.
“No worries.”
She sends you a warm smile that you mirror before giving one another a goodbye hug.
Jungkook’s beyond thankful she didn’t want to come in because watching from the shadows is one thing, but actually interacting with Jennie would’ve been next to impossible.
He watches you wave until the door shuts and then makes himself known by stepping into the main hallway. You jump a little when you spot him and Jungkook tosses his hands up in surrender.
“Sorry, sweetheart, I didn't mean to scare you. I was just curious to see how she’s doing for myself,” he explains.
“Gosh, warn a woman first. Will you?”
Despite your retort, you’re smiling as he closes the gap between you.
“I can help you go through photos, if you want,” he offers.
“No need, baby. I’ve got it handled. Besides, you need to help decide on everything.”
Jungkook clicks his tongue and grimaces.
“Right. Except that’s kinda what I was trying to avoid.”
“I know,” you giggle. “You really think I don’t see through all your little tricks by now?”
Well, there’s definitely one I know you can’t see through.
“I just…” He sighs. “Deciding on this stuff makes it real and I don’t want that. I don’t wanna pick out a casket because he shouldn’t be in a casket in the first place. He shouldn’t have a headstone or an obituary... all of this is just fucking wrong.”
Clearly the anger stage of grief is beginning to set in because his hands clench into fists while he talks.
“It is.” Your bottom lip gets caught between your teeth as you debate on your next statement. “But if he were to need a casket or a headstone, he deserves the best ones. Doesn’t he?”
Jungkook shakes his head with his eyes glued to the floor.
“He deserves to be alive.”
After eliminating the space between your bodies, you cup his face with both hands and force him to meet your gaze.
“You’re right. But if the universe won’t give him that, then this is the next best thing we can do for him,” you claim.
To this day it still shocks Jungkook every time you’re able to make everything feel okay again without even trying. Whether through words, touch, a smile, or merely your presence, you have a magical way of calming him down and allowing him to breathe freely.
“Yeah,” he whispers.
“Yeah?”
Jungkook nods and paints a grin onto his face.
You two rejoin his parents in the kitchen and everyone gets to work on their respective tasks. When his dad finishes the obituary, he reads it out loud for a second opinion. Once that’s done, he helps Jungkook and his mom choose the most important details of the day.
By the time the sun dips beneath the clouds, you’re all mentally drained and decide to call it a day. The funeral won’t be for another week, anyway, so there’s still time. Most of the issues yet to be tackled are what happens with the bar and Jungkook’s possessions, but thankfully, he’s here to help make those decisions himself.
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“You claim you’re cut in half, but I’m in thirds.” Insert me fully SOBBING oh my god that sentence took me out
I haven’t been as conflicted with reading a fic in a LONGGG while as I have been during this one. On the one hand I get jungkook’s feelings in taking his place to spare MC, on the other I’m upset with him bc wdym she buried her husband and didnt even get to say a proper goodbye or grief properly 😭 I’m half rooting for him and half just thinking “man you suck for this, I’d leave in a heartbeat when finding out the truth”
All in all a great fic bc I don’t always think so deeply while reading them so I definitely recommend reading it <3
Some of my all-time favourites!! Fics that have altered my brain chemistry and/or made me cry at 2am when I definitely should’ve been sleeping.
On a more serious note, these authors are incredibly talented. The skill they have to not only come up with these plots, but to bring them to life in a way that makes you feel so deeply is honestly insane. I have so much admiration for them! So proud of our writer Army ♡
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The Art of War More by @kpopfanfictrash [fluff, smut, college!au, 18+] 42.4k
Jeon Jungkook had messed with you for the last time. That was what you thought when the hockey team - led by the insufferable Jungkook - kicked your dance team out again from your reserved room at the gym. In retaliation, you planned a prank of epic proportions and were caught in the act by none other than Jungkook himself. Before the rift between you could grow any deeper, you accidentally overheard something you were not meant to hear. Something which overshadowed even your heated rivalry. Faced with the choice between obvious wrong and teaming up with your worst enemy - you reluctantly chose the latter. But what will you do when your feelings you once thought of as hatred become something decidedly... not?
Hotter than hell by @chateautae [angst, fluff, smut, fallen lucifer!Jungkook, fantasy!au, 18+] 136k
jungkook, lucifer and king of hell, has been cast out of the crimson underworld for a reason he’s unsure of. embarking on his journey for the answer should’ve been easy, if it weren’t for you, the human that nurses his wounded body in her home, and accidentally witnesses the truth of his identity. kickstarting a hellish adventure with the devil himself, you discover lucifer is the most infuriating company ever; and jungkook finds out that maybe his answer to returning home lies within his annoying human confidant.
Get Him Back by @inthelow [fluff, angst, smut, idol!au, fake relationship!au]
after a hard breakup with who, you thought, would be the one, the only thing in your mind was a sad playlist of Taylor Swift songs and red wine. But, what happens when your neighbour— who is done of hearing you cry at 2 am every day — puts the idea in your head of getting your ex back? but with a good and sweet revenge… of course everything will be easier if you didn’t have any feelings for your ex and if your neighbour wasn’t a superstar idol who doesn’t have a problem at pretending to be your boyfriend to piss off that ex— who also happens to be his ex best friend— What a mess, right?
Colour Vision by dappleddaisies (one of the first bts fics I ever read 😭)
Wattpad link
MULTI || those who see in colour vision
The result of a chemical reaction. connecting cone-shaped receptors in the eyes to cells. The reaction only occurs when a person falls in love and releases a special formulation of hormones, colloquially known as the 'colour cocktail'.
MONO || those who see in greyscale
The residual state of those who are yet to experience love, or those who have fallen out of love. Accounts for nearly 40% of the adult population. Turning Mono is the leading global cause for divorces, making up a staggering 68%.
Labyrinth by @wintrbears [major angst, smut, fluff, grief] 31.3k
(Jungkook x reader, past Yoongi x reader and omg this really made me cry)
“Uh oh, I'm falling in love. Oh no, I’m falling in love again. Oh, I’m falling in love. I thought the plane was going down. How’d you turn it right around?” — Taylor Swift
Falling Skies by @fortunexkookie [major angst, fluff, smut, 18+] 50k
Jeon Jiyeon was your childhood best friend; her brother, Jungkook, was something else entirely. Once upon a time, she had called you her sun and him her moon; it was fitting, given the constant push-and-pull between you two. You used to consider him a friend, but then he had gone from endearingly frustrating dumb boy to card-carrying fuckboy so fast it had given you whiplash.
You often wondered how Jiyeon wasn’t bothered by his behavior. In fact, she often seemed to encourage it. What you failed to see was that she was just trying to show you how he reflected your light. Jiyeon had realized he was in love with you even before he did, but of course she knew. It was a twin thing.
So despite the fighting and teasing, you always found yourself drawn back to him. You knew he was one of two constants in your life: the Jeon twins were - and had always been - your one indisputable truth. You were the sun, Jungkook was the moon, and Jiyeon was the sky holding you both up When she died, it ripped a black hole right through you.
☆summary: when you move to Seoul to do some research on your upcoming book, your life gets tangled with the city's celebrity scene. It leads to you crossing paths with Jeon Jungkook, whose confusing behaviour convinces you that he hates you. Only, you might have misread his intentions from the beginning...
☆status: next update on May 22nd, 2026
☆pairings: drummer!Jungkook x writer!female reader, Jennie x Taehyung, Hoseok x OC, Namjoon x OC, Seokjin x OC, Yoongi x OC
☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI, some chapters have mature content)
☆genre: enemies (annoyances?) to lovers!au, celebrity!au, rockstar!au, smut, angst (make it dramatic), fluff
☆total word count: 188.3k
☆a/n: following a bad heartbreak last year, I fully lost my interest in writing. until I stumbled upon this fic that I had started like two years ago and never touched again. after reworking the premise (it initially was fully idol!au), this baby was born and gosh do I love it and its characters. I hope you guys enjoy it, as it was my way of healing from that bad break up and also as it taught me how to love writing again <3 it goes through dark stuff, and as per usual, each chapter will be appropriately labelled with its own warnings. Please be on the lookout for those!
☆Thank you to @moonleeai for beta-ing this fic <3 i am so thankful for you and your work, as always!
☆add yourself to the taglist here!
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And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
Iris, The Goo Goo Dolls
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➳Teaser: the first time he sees you (1.7k)
Just give her the fucking NDA so we can go back to partying.
➳Chapter one: when you meet Jeon Jungkook (8.1k)
I didn't expect him to be rude.
➳Chapter two: when your paths cross again (12.4k)
You're not still thinking she'll start rumors?
➳Chapter three: when you go to the same afterparty (12.4k)
I was in love with you as a teenager.
➳Chapter four: when you and Jeon Jungkook clash (11.7k)
Some people just don't get along, and that's okay.
➳Chapter five: when he starts texting you (10.8k)
Goddamn. Jeon Jungkook.
➳Chapter six: when you go to his concert (14.8k)
I just wouldn't get attached if I were you.
➳Chapter seven: when you spend a day with him (10.1k)
So you're not denying it?
➳Chapter eight: when you witness love breaking and blooming (8.5k)
Just friends, huh?
➳Chapter nine: when you find out how hard goodbyes are (13.1k)
What am I doing here then, Jungkook?
➳Chapter ten: when you break (12.9k)
You lied like it was nothing.
➳Chapter eleven: when you wake up (10.3k)
Leave.
➳Chapter twelve: when you let go (12k)
But I promise I will heal, and I really want you to heal, too.
➳Chapter thirteen: when you meet again in Okinawa (15.8k)
Heartbreak is one of the most universal things there is.
➳Chapter fourteen: when you go back to Seoul (15k)
I've been thinking about you a lot.
➳Chapter fifteen: when you give each other a second chance (9.3k)
Love doesn't come without risk, ever.
➳Chapter sixteen: when you love him, and he loves you too (11.2k)
You're the love of my life.
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All right reserved to @oddinary4bts, 2026. Do not copy, repost or translate.
When you; rich, hot, and supposedly untouchable, get dumped over text out of seemingly nowhere, your pride takes the hit. You trace it back to Jungkook— your ex’s best friend, the boy who’s hated you since day one. He claims he can’t stand entitled, rich girls like you… and somehow, he’s always had a problem with your relationship, never missing a chance to put distance between you and his best friend.
Unfortunately for you, Jungkook is also the only man who’s ever been able to make you cum.
🖇Warnings: 18+ content (mdni) heavy smut, implied smut, sensitive oc, a lot of foreplay, hate/angry sex–lots of it, commitment issues!reader, forced proximity, eventual fake dating, heavy banter and lots of arguments, slowburn, angst, meandomjk x patheticsub!y/n, college au, oc is mean and uptight, yearning–lots of it.
🖇 A complicated and messy enemies-with-benefits story for my babies who love long, detailed, smutty and tension filled, plot driven tropes.
★ It's december and I still want you by @smoochkooks
★ You're losing me by @inthelow
Series
★ To Make A Power Couple by @joheunsaram
★ Promise by @joheunsaram
★ Chaperoning by @joheunsaram
★ Black Swan by @helenazbmrskai
★ The Stand-In by @yoonia
★ Satisfy by @suga-kookiemonster
★ Our Story by @yoonjinkooked
★ Letting go by @bangtan-babe
★ Right person, wrong time by @hobeemin
★ Who you gonna call by @hyunnows
★ Pretty Baby by @margotw10bis
★ The death of you by @kkaetnipjeon (incomplete)
★ Intersect by @shina913
★ The long game by @mrsvante
‧₊˚🖇️back to the library 𐚁
special request from @ficluvr613 , happy reading sweetheart.
I'll make part 2, I'm really exhausted lately, i don't feel like reading, i don't know what is going on army twt, work work work but I couldn't keep you waiting more love.
OK friends, because I’m nothing if not self-indulgent, I assigned each of my fics a respective track from ARIRANG. Please see below for my humble opinions:
Body to Body -> Irreconcilable Differences
This just makes sense considering Kook, Joon, and Y/N certainly get up close and personal in this fic 😏
Hooligan -> Cradle Robbers
I have to give this one to our favorite chaotic dumb dumbs who couldn’t tell they were perfect for each other for nearly 30 years.
Aliens -> Swan Song
I feel like this one fits bc Y/N is a bit of an alien to her peers still being a virgin and that’s part of the reason she feels such a deep connection to Kook.
FYA -> Universal Truths: Toxic Edition
The heat, allure, chaos, and Kook’s whiny voice in this song just make it soo perfect for this fic 😩
2.0 -> Harmonious Agreement
Fairly self-explanatory since this fic ends with Kook and Y/N trying again and entering a new chapter of their relationship together.
SWIM -> Labyrinth
Ugh, IYKYK. This song is so perfect for this couple and especially in the music video with the shot of Yoongi walking behind Lilli 😭
Merry Go Round -> Resurgence
This song is the saddest on the album imo and I think it really captures the tragic cycle both Y/N and Kook go through 🥺
NORMAL -> All is Fair
I think Kook and Y/N and really all the gang members would relate to this song like they’ve all been through so much at such a young age, but that’s their normal and they don’t know any differently.
Like Animals -> Sinners
This just makes sense like the beat and the yearning of this song is soo Sinners coded. Especially the “take it all” 🤤
they don’t know ‘bout us -> Universal Truths
I think the first half of the story when Kook and Y/N are still trying to hide that their soulmates and resist their soul bond really meshes well with this one.
One More Night -> Then/Now
Gosh these are such a perfect match like one more night alluding to them all getting more time together when they’re reincarnated and also Y/N being Tae’s fantasy.
Please -> The Hit List
Yearner of all time Hit List!Kook!!! This is HIS song. He is 1000% on his knees for Y/N all day and every night.
Into the Sun -> Cradle Robbers x Two
Last but obviously not least, this song is just perfect for them especially once they’re married. I think it really captures their willingness to follow one another forever 💗
Come Over (Prod. SUGA of BTS) -> The Wife Trap
This one’s so serendipitous bc it dropped after I originally made this list, but is somehow perfect for Wife Trap. You’ll see when you read it just how well it captures Kook’s feelings throughout the story.
Warnings: This is definitely not historically accurate so don't take this as a history lesson lmao, ptsd & wounds from battle, finding comfort where you least expect it. But also a lot of sexual tension & sexually explicit scenes. The trauma is not sexualised however. We are all adults here so if anything is triggering to you or simply not your taste, be mature and just keep scrolling. This is a work of fiction.
Worcount: in progress | Minors DNI you will be blocked & reported
a/n: i tried myself at poetry for the introduction fjasdfja i found it fitting for the story. which is funny because a lot of it is just yummy smut JFADJF but yall know me, smut can be romantic and poetic, after all sex is nothing less than souls connecting and sharing energies and this is highly romantic in my eyes ❤ also! i hope you don't mind that i added my own spice to it, your idea inspired me so fucking hard and my mind totally wandered as i worked on it <3 ps: happy birthday tete, i hope you still have a lovely life ahead of you ❤
୨ৎ SUMMARY !! You’re fresh off another breakup, furious at your own body for never responding the way it’s “supposed” to—and even more furious at the sinking fear that something might be wrong with you. When late-night research leads you toward fantasies you’ve never dared to voice, you turn to the one person you trust most: your best friend.
୨ৎ TAGS/WARNINGS !! NSFW, MDNI (18+), smut, angst, fluff, childhood friends (and roommates out of convenience) to lovers, exploration of D/s dynamics and BDSM, references to secretary (2002) which will be a running bit throughout this series for me, everyone is very queer in this, bisexual yoongi, bisexual MC, taehyung and jimin are dating, tags listed for each individual chapter
୨ৎ WORDCOUNT !! 36.8k and counting!
୨ৎ PLAYLIST !! the first taste by fiona apple // playground love by air // spit ft. princess nokia by show me the body // i think i'm paranoid by garbage // bull in the heather by sonic youth // i'm your man by leonard cohen // push it by garbage // starstruck by santigold // bathroom bitch by HOLYCHILD // step on me by the cardigans // #1 crush by garbage // venus as a boy by björk // all mine by portishead // teardrop ft. elizabeth fraser by massive attack // i feel love by donna summer // desire by MEG MYERS // my moon my man by feist // how deep is your love (cover) by mitski (link to spotify playlist)
I'm sorry for late posting, I'm really very very busy even now but i can't keep you waiting when already three days have passed, so here you are love. i hope you like them. Enjoy.
Idol!Jungkook Fanfics
➛ The Mask of Purity by @lostinbangtan7 (on-going)
➛ Amor Genuino by @kalisburnerphone
➛ Out of Breathe by @bangtanfanfiction
➛ Yearning by @soft4gguk
➛ Hit Me Up by @jjksmagicshop (on-going, smau series)
➛ Late-Night Convenience Store by @97linelover
➛ To Be Loved Is To Be Seen by @twilghtkoo
➛ Creamy Pasta, Heated Love by @kittenan
➛ Just One Night by @smoljimjim
➛ After Hours by @kooggukk
➛ Terms and Condition by @jeonettefics
➛ One Song Too Many by @joonam
➛ Beyond The Camera by @ggukool
➛ Overdrive by @jjksdoll
➛ Encore by @youthguk
➛ The Golden Cage by @97linelover
➛ I'm Sure by @kooksure (on-going)
➛ Makeup Artist by @kooksdollyy
➛ The Rival Idol Experiment by @hvlplvss (on-going)
➛ Forgiving is just one aspect of loving someone by @moodysfn
➛ Don't Get Caught by @kooksdollyy
➛ Daddy Kookie by @jkwrites-m (on-going)
➛ Push and Pull by @awrkive
➛ Decay by @youthguk
➛ Angel by @kooksdollyy
➛ The Surprise by @directionernullneun
➛ Opposite of Sun by @euphorajeon
➛ Light of the Morning by @euphorajeon
➛ Off the Beam by @euphorajeon
➛ If it's a Dream (I'll Come Around) by @euphorajeon
➛ Reckless by @sparklingchim
➛ Not in the Job Description by @jooniesthigh
➛ All Over Again by @delugguk
➛ ADHD Kisses by @zerocoded
➛ Denial by @girlygguk
➛ The Boy with Galaxies in his Eyes by @oddinary4bts
pt. 3 in his car - read pt. 2 here - series masterlist here
pairing: executive chef!yoongi x f!cook!reader
genre: pwp, age gap
rating: explicit content, MDNI!!!!!!!
summary: you've gotten into... somewhat of a routine with chef min, and he's been a good distraction from your ex who won't leave you alone. which leads you both to getting to know each other.
warnings/tags: mc's ex is a piece of shit bc he's trying to take her dog, discussions of harassment and a restraining order, marijuana use, hotboxing, shotgunning, car sex in a parking lot, unprotected sex while high, mc takes birth control, she gets nakey in the backseat of his car, chef min doesn’t 😔, pussy slapping, spitting, oral (m. receiving), accidental facial, cum eating, he's still mean to her but not as mean as he was in the last chapter lolol, mc addresses the panty thievery, he pretends he has no idea what she's talking about (perv), we learn some lore about the two of them
wc: 11.2k
notes: i'm sorry this took a while to get out but i hope it's worth the wait!! i need to give a humongous shoutout to @syllviere for helping me figure stuff out when i got stuck like i was about to put this on a hold bc i couldn't get things flowing but k helped me out so much!! thank youuuuu!!! and an endless thank you to aqua @glossdebut, pj @imamasterbbywithurbra, and cherish @97luvz for beta reading!! one of these days im gonna finish the chapter before asking yall to beta lol. i love and appreciate yall so much!!
divider: @/pixopix
You: Jimin for the thousandth time!! I did not fuck my ex!!!!
Hubby: I really hope not
Over the past few weeks, you’ve been trying to convince Jimin that you were not off screwing your ex after the staff party. He’s been bringing it up in random, casual ways, seeing if he can catch you off guard and in a lie, to which you adamantly insist that you were really at home sick. He still doesn’t fully accept that, but you can’t be too annoyed because you’re the reason why he’s having a hard time believing you (and not just because of the fact that you're still lying).
Less than a year ago, you and your ex had a less than amicable break up. Too many fights about how much and how late you worked, and how hard it was for his eyes not to wander because you weren’t at home enough. And he always laughed any time you brought up your idea to open up your own restaurant with Jimin. Unfortunately his dick game, paired with the fact that you’d been together for five years, had you pathetically crawling back to get railed. But then he started taking that as you wanting to get back together, which had you reflecting seriously on your life decisions and realizing that amazing sex with him wasn’t worth the fights and hurt feelings.
But you give an inch, and he takes a mile.
Now he’s been calling you from a different number, hounding you about working out some sort of “co-parenting” agreement for Mang. You know he doesn’t actually want to take part in her care, he just wants an excuse to stay in touch with you.
You haven’t told Jimin. You love your best friend and how he doesn’t play about you, but he almost went to jail the last time he stood up to your ex, and you’re not about to be the one to call Ty and tell him to bail out his hot-headed boyfriend because of your stupid drama.
Sneaking into Chef Min’s office on the nights that he works has been a wonderful distraction.
When you clock out, you pretend to head home, going so far as to get in your car, drive out of the parking lot, and once you see Jimin turn down the road towards his exit, circle back to the restaurant. You let yourself in through the back, wander past Chef Min’s office, and give some lame excuse like oh, you forgot your badge or left your sweater. He calls bull, beckons you in, and after you hand him a condom from your purse, takes you right up against the door, or bends you over his desk again.
He fucks you from behind, so you rarely look each other in the eye, never kissing or making a single sound, other than breathless utterances of ‘tight’ and ‘big’ and ‘harder’ and ‘close’. But when he does make you face him, it’s to watch you struggle to stay silent as you come around his cock pistoning into you fast and hard and so, so good. His hand holds the base of your throat and you wish he would go a little higher and squeeze.
Occasionally, he spreads your legs on his desk and goes down on you, taking his time like he has nowhere else to be. But he never lets you get on your knees for him. Which, you can’t lie, leaves you extremely disappointed.
You always walk out barely able to see straight, on jelly legs with a dumbass grin on your face, but accompanied by a tiny ache in your chest because he always dismisses you soon after he discards the condom. He leaves little room for small talk - no ‘how’ve you been’ or ‘do you have any plans for your day off’ and - that’s probably smart. For the better. It’s one thing fucking your boss on the regular, but attempting to have a more… emotional connection? Feels somehow more unprofessional. Because just getting fucked is cut and dry. Bringing feelings into the mix will make things complicated.
But then he disappears for weeks on end on business trips, leaving you lonely and insatiable because you have to fuck yourself with a dildo that doesn’t compare to his size, doesn’t stretch you like he does, fill you up, fuck you hard enough that when you come, you blackout for a few minutes. And goddamn, if that doesn’t make you miss him. His dick. You miss his dick. You miss him fucking you. Right.
Because you definitely don’t miss the way he commands the kitchen as soon as he walks in, carrying himself with practiced expertise, not arrogance. How he has no problem getting his hands dirty, his chef’s coat stained on a nightly basis - jumping on the line if a cook is out, filling in for the dishwashers when they go on break, carrying in boxes of late-night deliveries and stocking up the shelves.
He doesn’t really talk and definitely never jokes around with everyone like Sous Chefs Kim and Jung do, but he supports wherever it’s needed, and always backs up the waitstaff. He may be strict and harsh at times (especially when he catches someone slacking), won’t let anything be out of place or done wrong without him noticing, but he keeps things running smoothly, efficiently, and more than that, he’s passionate in everything he does, every way he moves, and it’s something you deeply admire. And his passion is hot. Which is why you risked your job to put it to the test.
And look where it got you. Definitely not missing your boss on the daily. Missing him fucking you. To reiterate.
To help take your mind off him and prove to Jimin that you’re completely over your ex, you go out to the club with him and Ty. But you’re sure it’s not a coincidence when his vanilla friend is there, a little over excited to meet you, and Jimin and Ty disappear not soon after.
Despite the fact that you wanted to just get absolutely trashed with your best friend, you have been saying you would meet up with this guy so you give him a chance. He talks about himself a bit too much, interrupts you a few too many times, but otherwise he’s nice - smiles and nods while you tell him about work, holds open doors for you, pays for your drinks and food. It’s enough to agree to go back to his place.
But as you predicted, he leaves you more sexually frustrated than you were before you fell into his bed. He doesn’t pay attention to what you like, doesn’t even bother to ask, and when you ask him to fuck you harder, he just picks up the pace, telling you he’s chasing only his high. You fake an orgasm so he’ll get off you, and then angrily stare up at the ceiling while he falls asleep. At the break of dawn, you sneak out and send him a text that he’s a great guy but you’re sorry things aren’t going to work out. Then you block him and message Jimin that he can take a break from matchmaking.
You still haven’t told him about your ex, not even when you had to take a few days off to drive Mang up to your mom’s because he’s started to call you from different numbers and offer threaten to come over and take your dog off your hands. Over your dead body.
You pick up extra day shifts at work to make up for your missed time and so you’re not spending as much time alone at home now that Mang is on a temporary vacation. A particularly grueling night of customers testing your love and passion for cooking by requesting nitpicky substitutions, sending the servers back to ask stupid fucking questions like everything isn’t right there on the menu, and making dumbass complaints nearly sends you over the edge.
One customer almost makes you crash out, and if you go home questioning yourself, you might not sleep. It’s probably not a smart idea to stay after since you have to catch the bus and it only runs so late, because it’s not in your budget this week to call a cab. But you have no means or ingredients to experiment at home. So at the end of the night, you catch Sous Chef Jung before you get started on cleanup.
“Chef, can I stay late? I want to practice a recipe.”
“Sure,” he smiles warmly, a contrasting disposition to the other sous chefs and managers. And a particular boss. “Just remember to record the ingredients you use.”
“I will.”
“Oh, and the boss will be in later, so don’t worry about locking up.”
That erases all the exhaustion in your bones, pumping you so full of adrenaline that you’re able to get through your tasks in record time. Okay, but that’s not the reason you’re staying. You need to focus.
You’re on your second experimentation when the back door squeaks open, and Chef Min’s low voice carries over the threshold as he steps in, phone pressed to his ear. You carry on as if he’s not 15 feet away, as if your heart isn’t threatening to explode because he’s finally fucking here after the longest month of your life.
He’s traded his chef’s coat for a long-sleeved, plaid shirt, and his uniform pants for loose, black joggers. How he manages to look sexy in plaid.
You keep your breathing level as he approaches your station, stopping just at the corner.
“What did you do?” You almost lose grip on the spoon as he addresses you.
“Nothing, chef.”
“Then why are you here so late?”
“I’m practicing a recipe.”
“Why?”
“This dou- uh, I mean, guest sent his galbi back three times because apparently the marinade wasn’t ‘seasoned properly,’” you say in a slightly mocking tone. “And then he wanted it comped. So, I’m trying to figure out what the fuck he was talking about. I make it this way all the time, and I’ve never had any complaints.”
“Sometimes there are guests who just get off on bitching.” You pause for a second.
“I thought that they’re always right.”
“We only have to say that to their face. But they’re not.”
That makes you feel validated in so many ways. For the majority of your culinary career, you’ve been taught that the needs and expectations of customers are the top priority, and all cooks and servers have to bend to their will. So to be at a high-end restaurant like Montana 28 where the executive chef says that’s not the case?
“Make the whole dish and bring it to me when you’re done.”
Oh. Wait. Is he serious? He’s really gonna try it? When it’s this late?
“Can I make two?” you blurt, probably not a good idea. “I know it’ll come out of my check.”
He nods, then turns his attention to his phone, texting as he exits the kitchen and heads towards his office.
You put his dish together as if you were sending it out, maybe arranging the meat, pouring the sauce and adding the garnishes in a more perfected fashion since there’s not the usual rush. You just toss yours in the bowl, not caring that it’s a jumbled mess. On a serving platter, you place the bowls, two pairs of chopsticks, and a small stack of paper napkins, and it occurs to you that you have no idea what he’d like to have to drink, outside of alcohol. Not that you have the hands to carry more shit anyway (you were never a good server). But you find yourself wanting to know.
His office door is ajar, so you call out for his permission to enter, butterflies whirring in your stomach as he mumbles “Come in,” and use your shoulder to push open the door, heart skipping at this all too familiar setting - him doing paperwork at his desk, glancing up at you and gesturing for you to shut the door. Except this time, you’re not going to be bent over his desk and fucked dumb. You’re gonna use it to share a meal. Why that makes you nervous… Who knows.
As you step forward with the tray, he clears away the papers to give you room to set down his bowl, and you quietly take a seat across from him, refraining from retrieving your chopsticks when he leans forward to take a glimpse of your bowl.
“How come yours looks different?”
You internally recoil, feeling as if you’re failing a test for not equally presenting both dishes to your executive chef. Even if the look won’t change the taste. But you know it makes a difference to him.
“I didn’t want to take up too much time,” you reason honestly, and he looks at you for a second before picking up a piece of the short ribs.
You watch as he inspects the meat for the sear and color, and you’re incredibly nervous for some reason because this isn’t the first time he’s tasted your food. He wasn’t here for the latest menu change (something the sous chefs joined forces to create) and the last time he critiqued your food, he didn’t have anything nice to say. So, you brace yourself as he takes a bite, focusing on his micro expressions you've dutifully studied for any signs of displeasure. But there are none.
“Yeah, that guy was just being an ass.”
“Really? There’s nothing wrong with it?”
He shakes his head. “It’s exactly what it’s supposed to be.”
You feel lighter, more relaxed than you’ve been in weeks now that you have his assurance. Validation. And sitting here, across from him, sharing a meal, a conversation feels… normal. Which is odd for the two of you. Just because it’s unfamiliar territory - spending time together not in each other’s pants. It’s nice. You want more of it.
Resting the chopsticks on the rim of the bowl, he sits back and wipes the corner of his mouth with a folded napkin, then crosses his arms. “Why do you doubt yourself?”
You freeze, grip on your chopsticks tightening. “I don’t.”
“You’re wasting your own money and time remaking a dish you know is good just because one person complained.”
“I wanted to make sure I didn’t mess up.”
“You have to accept that not everyone’s gonna like what you make. Doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with what you’re doing.”
“What if you don’t like what I make?”
His opinion is really the only one you should value. He leans forward, elbows on the desk, and sticks the chopsticks back in his bowl. His eyes flicker to yours, a small smirk on his lips.
“That’s where constructive criticism comes in.”
You smile, pretending your heart isn’t going into overdrive because he’s looking at you with something other than passive boredom.
The rest of the meal is shared in silence. Comfortable silence. At one point, his phone buzzes, and as he picks it up, you take a quick bite, getting ready to leave so you can give him privacy, but he just declines the call and leaves it face down on his desk. Your chest warms. You always appreciate a person who values no phone time while eating with someone.
“Well, hurry and clean up,” he says once you’re done. “I’m locking up in 30.” He sets the bowls back on the tray and picks up his phone, firing off texts as you stand.
“Yes, chef,” you say, smiling, and he looks up and rolls his eyes when you give a mock salute.
You finish cleaning in 20, giving you enough time to change out of your uniform into leggings and a hoodie, and maybe you quickly spritz on some perfume you keep in your bag for situations like this. Just in case. He’s standing by the back door when you emerge, glued to his phone, but glances up as you approach him.
“Ready?” You nod and he pops open the door, gesturing for you to go first. Cool air smelling of impending rain fills up your lungs as you step out, the light, chilly wind making you pull up your hood. You look around and the only car in the small, dimly lit parking lot is a sleek, dark green Palisade. Chef Min drives an expensive SUV. You go a little weak in the knees.
“Is your car out front?” he asks, and you turn to him locking the door and tugging at the handle a few times before pocketing his keys.
“In the shop. I’m taking the bus.”
“The bus,” he repeats flatly. You shrug.
“I can’t exactly walk home. And cabs are expensive this time of night.”
He huffs, takes out his phone, and you start to panic when you think he’s going out of his way and calling you a ride. Before you can protest, he holds it out to you, opened to the maps app.
“Put in your address.” What?
“Chef, you don’t-” You stop when he turns his back on you and rounds his car for the driver’s side, robbing you of the opportunity to argue. Your hands holding his phone quiver because is he really about to give you a ride home? His door shuts as you stare at the screen, the map prompting you to enter an address, and for a few seconds, you forget where you live.
“Are you coming?” he calls from inside, the passenger’s side window rolled down. Your feet hesitate to move as you continue to stare at his phone, unable to help your shock that he indirectly offered you a ride. Chef Min offered you a ride. He barely tolerates you calling him by his first name while he’s fucking you but he’s letting you get in his car?
“I don’t have all night,” he says, boredom back in his tone, and it interrupts your stupid spiral, compelling you to finally reach for the unlocked handle. You slide onto the soft, beige leather, nervously glancing over as he starts up the engine, so quiet you almost don’t hear it rumble to life.
“Um, thanks. You really don’t-”
“Did you type it in?” he asks, focusing on the navigation screen, missing your nod. He clicks to the GPS and the bluetooth has worked surprisingly fast because your address is already there.
You wordlessly pass back his phone and he drops it in a lit up cup holder. The interior smells of fresh citrus, and is immaculate - you can’t spot a single speck of dirt or piece of trash and wonder if he just bought this car. Like today.
After you buckle up, he puts the car in reverse and your breath seizes when he puts his hand with a silver Rolex around his wrist on the side of your head rest, looking over his shoulder to back out of the parking spot. He has the rearview camera right in front of him but, okay. If he’s trying to give you a heart attack, it’s fucking working.
You take out your phone before you go into cardiac arrest, only to find it dead. Damn, you wanted to check in with your mom about Mang, see the daily picture and update.
“Do you have a charger?”
“Glove compartment.”
You reach forward and crack it open but all you see is a manual, stack of folded papers, and pack of wipes.
“Nope, not in here.”
“Wait, don’t-” he says as you go for the console, and his hand tries to stop you from snapping it open but it’s too late. You spot a carton of cigarettes, and next to it, a little bag of green bud.
“Oooh, I didn’t know Chef Min was a stoner!”
He sighs and rakes a hand through his hair, stressed. You grin. Now who’s busted?
“I won’t tell,” you assure. Not that he should be worried - you’re not a snitch. And telling people that your boss is a pothead would mean admitting how you know that in the first place.
“Better not,” he mutters, shaking his head. You can’t tell if he’s truly annoyed.
“But can we smoke?”
“You blackmailing me?”
“No,” you answer immediately, hoping he doesn’t really think that of you. But then you catch his cocked brow and slight uptick on his lips and - oh, maybe he's just joking around with you.
The light turns green and he drives into the intersection, finger tapping on the steering wheel a few times before clicking on his left turn signal to make a u-turn, against the GPS directions.
“Where are we going?”
“Parking lot.”
Oh. So you’re really doing this. It’s been a minute since you’ve gotten high. You recreationally smoked in college, but sometimes it really helped get the creative juices flowing when you got stuck on projects for your culinary classes. The last time was with Jimin, even though Ty advised him against it because he always gets super paranoid. And sure enough, Jimin wound up on the floor, curled up in Ty’s lap, covering his ears and staring at nothing as you munched on snacks and giggled that he looked like a cute little chick. You hope you won’t be too giggly and talkative while you smoke up with your boss. You’re gonna be cool.
It starts to rain as he drives to a more secluded area downtown, and eventually pulls into an empty, barely lit parking lot next to several basketball courts.
“Is this your spot?”
“Used to be.” He parks facing away from the courts that look old, run down. Weeds growing up the fence, grass not tended to, trees in the woods nearby encroaching on the field to take back their home. You wonder if he ever played basketball, or if he just hung around to smoke.
“Let’s sit in the back,” he says, switching off the engine. “The windows aren’t tinted up here.”
The rain is coming down hard as he steps out, and once he shuts the door, you consider taking the impulsive and idiotic liberty of crawling over the console and into the back because you’re not about to get wet, especially when you just got these white shoes. But you already know he would not appreciate that so you rush out, and you’re met with the back door on your side already open. Nearly launching into the seat across from him, you shut yourself in, and take in the sight of him laying down the rolling papers, baggie, and lighter on the console that separates your seats.
You ogle his nimble fingers as they sprinkle the ground up leaves into the crisp paper, packing it full and rolling it tight. Your thighs squeeze together when he brings it up to his mouth to run the edge along his tongue, sealing it shut. Clearly he’s very experienced and that makes this whole ordeal increasingly attractive.
After rolling a second joint and clearing the console to get it out of the way, he sticks the second joint in his pants pocket and pulls a lighter out. Settling a roll between his lips, he flicks the spark wheel of the lighter and a small flame appears that he cups before he ignites the end of the joint, dropping the lighter once it’s ablaze. You stare, mouth watering, as his lips pull in to take a long drag, holding it in his chest for several seconds then slowly blowing it out. Pungent, skunky smell overcoming your senses, you feel heady just watching him smoke, him relaxing, legs spreading wide as the haze clouds up the back of the car, and he takes another pull before passing the smoldering paper across the console. Your fingertips brush and tingle as you accept it, and when you place it between your lips, you definitely don’t think about how this counts as an indirect kiss.
Girl, get it the hell together.
You fundamentally fail at that when you take a hit of the joint like it’s a cigarette, inhaling too quickly and igniting a burn in the back of your throat. You cough like an amateur and a low chuckle floats over to your side as you try not to die.
“Been a while, huh?”
“Shut up,” you say hoarsely.
He smirks and leans towards the front seats, and you watch with tears in your eyes as he pulls open a small door at the bottom of the console and retrieves a mini bottle of water.
“Trade.” He beckons for the joint and you thank him as you take the bottle - the cold bottle of water. He really has a fucking fridge in his car.
The water soothes your throat as you take slow sips, watching the sexy as fuck way he smokes beside you. It’s quiet between you, save for the rain pattering on the roof, like you’re sitting in a damn ASMR video, and you think of asking about the basketball courts to fill the silence but he speaks first.
“Heard you were out last week.” He doesn’t look at you as he passes the joint.
You automatically nod. Of course word would reach him. “I was visiting my mom. She lives a few hours out of town.”
You pause to inhale a puff, letting it slowly fill your lungs before exhaling. Shit, just one hit and you’re already feeling the effects.
“My ex, he, uh,” you swallow, finding it strange that you’re opening up to him about this. A cynical receptor in your mind whispers to you that he probably doesn’t care. But he didn’t have to bring up that you missed work for a week. So you indulge him. “He’s been trying to take my dog so my mom offered to look after her while I get things sorted out since he doesn’t know where she lives.”
“Getting a restraining order?”
“Trying to, but it’s kinda hard since he’s not like, y’know, stalking me or anything.”
His eyebrows slightly furrow. “But he’s harassing you.”
“Yeah, well,” you sigh, hitting the joint again. “Apparently he’s not doing enough to warrant a restraining order.”
“That’s bullshit.”
“I know. I’d rather him just stick to calling me from a new number once in a while.”
“He sounds like a loser.”
“That’s why I broke up with him.”
The conversation lulls and you’re glad because talking about your ex makes you nauseous. You pass back the joint and rest your head back, closing your eyes. This is some really fucking good weed. You’ve only taken a couple hits, but already you’re slipping into another plane of existence, making you feel like you could become one with this unbelievably comfortable leather. You haven’t felt this relaxed in… well, since the last time you smoked. That’s a fucking lie. Since the last time he fucked you.
Your head lifts with the sudden urge to bring up something you’ve never had the chance to.
“Can I ask you something?” He nods.
“Do you know what happened to my thong?”
His fingers holding the joint pause on the way to his lips and it takes him a second to respond.
“What thong?” Oh, so he’s playing this game. You scoot a little closer to the center, pulling a knee up and turning your body to face him.
“The one I had on before you fucked my brains out at the staff party.”
He huffs out a quick puff, right leg starting to bounce. “I don’t know.”
“Well, I don’t think it just grew legs and walked out.”
He shrugs. “Sounds like you lost it.” It’s cute, how he’s trying to gaslight you about your panties that he definitely stole.
“More like you took it.”
He shakes his head, jaw clenching so hard, the bone ticks a few times and you take it as confirmation of your accusation.
“Did you take my panties, chef? For a little keepsake?”
“Why the fuck would I do that?” he spits. You grin.
“You tell me.”
He doesn’t. Just sucks in a drag and gives you the joint to shut you up. But it won’t work.
“I’m not necessarily asking for it back. I just want to know where it is.”
He crosses his arms, eyes downcast, smoke filtering out of his nostrils. “Couldn’t tell you.”
“I’m not judging. I think it’s hot that you stole it.”
He’s still refusing to look at you so your hand drops to his knee. “You wanna see what I have on now?”
He cocks an eyebrow at you before taking the joint, grabbing your wrist and yanking you down. Your hands hit leather and you gasp when he slaps your ass so you lurch forward on your elbows, pelvis pressing on his thighs. You sink into his lap as his fingers dip under the hem of your leggings, tugging the fabric down until your cheeks are bare.
“Tease,” he grumbles, finding you sans panties.
Before you can open your mouth to call him a ‘panty thief,’ he smacks your ass again, leaving a harsher sting, and strewn across his lap like this, you feel like you’re getting a spanking. The harsher sting radiates across your entire body, igniting a fire in your core, and your toes curl in your shoes resting on the door handle, and you press your face into the cushion to keep yourself from moaning. Wait. You’re not in his office anymore.
“Do I still have to be quiet, chef?”
“Don’t be a smartass.” You honestly aren’t trying to be. He rucks your leggings down to your knees and you bite down on your tongue when his palm presses flat on your mound, just feeling your wet heat. Your eyes roll as his fingers start to work in slow, circled movements around your clit, massaging your pussy in a pleasurable but not overly stimulating way. It’s lulling you into an incredibly relaxed state, and paired with your buzz, takes all tension out of your muscles, bones, and soul. You could fall asleep like this.
Inhaling a deep breath of skunk and traces of his cologne, you close your eyes and rest your head on your crossed arms, just enjoying the sensation of his fingers switching up lazy motions on your clit, sliding between your folds, pressing against your hole to gradually build up your arousal. And despite the embers stirring in your belly, you start to drift off - until the rumble of his voice, low and sluggish, runs up your spine and snaps your eyes open.
“Here.” Your eyes feel heavy as you look over your shoulder to him holding out the joint for your turn. As you accept it and place it between your lips, a firm tap is delivered to your bundle of nerves, catching you off guard and causing you to cough out smoke.
“Fuck!” You exclaim before you can stop yourself as he does it again, harder - warm, electric fingers placing the perfect amount of pressure on your clit, other free hand groping your ass, and it feels soooo much better than the first time he slapped your pussy in his office.
You breathe in another hit as two fingers slip between your folds and curve into your hole, smoke trapping a moan in your throat as he begins fucking against your tight, silky walls. The sensation is overwhelming because he wastes no time prodding right against your sensitive spot, other free hand continuing to rub lazy circles on your clit and you can’t even make yourself feel this way, much less the last dude you-
“I hooked up with someone,” you blurt. Of all the fucking times to bring that up- His fingers still inside you, and your arousal gradually fizzles.
“Oh?”
You nod, eyes squeezing shut with regret, and he just hums, sounding disinterested. Your tongue keeps moving even though a part of your brain screams for you to shut the fuck up.
“You’ve just been gone for so long and-“
“You don’t have to explain yourself to me,” he interrupts, fingers slipping out. You clench around nothing, increasingly regretting opening your stupid mouth. “You can do whatever you want.”
You wilt under his plain tone. Even though he’s right. Just because you’ve been fucking whenever he’s in town, you don’t owe each other anything. But maybe it’s good to share that you've had other experiences. For safety reasons. And not just to find out if he’s slept with other people.
“Did you hook up with someone?”
“Couple times.” Your stomach twists and sinks. A couple times? Twice with one person or once with two people? Whatever. Either way, it’s cool. You’re so fucking cool with that!!
“Did you… think about me?” you mistakenly wonder aloud on an exhale of herb. You’re letting way too many inside thoughts be outside thoughts. You’re gonna get yourself in trouble.
“Should I have?” Your eyes narrow in a glare you wish you could sear through him. You hate this entire fucking conversation.
“No. I wasn’t thinking about you either,” you sniff, lying through your teeth.
“Yeah, you were.” Why does he sound like he’s mocking you.
“Whatever. Don’t know why I thought you’d give a fuck.” You suck in a quick drag and hold the joint over your shoulder, embarrassment compelling you to start pulling up your pants so you can escape your new personal hell. But he smacks your hands away and presses firmly down on your back.
“How was it?” he asks, smoke blowing across your skin. So he’s curious? You’re not gonna be delusional and take that as jealousy.
“He was gentle. And nice to me.”
“That bad, huh?” Your eyes roll, finger flicking the seat like it did something to you, annoyed that he fucking knows.
“Was whoever you fucked any good?”
“She didn’t piss me off.”
“So, that’s a no,” you shoot off with a slight sneer. But okay, a singular she. Is it better or worse that he slept with one person more than once? You guess you can’t really have a say. You’re gonna pick the stitching out of the leather if you don’t chill out.
Things go quiet, save for the pitter patter of rain above you, echoing so loud you feel as if it’s raining in your head. The air around you is dense and misty, window above you fogged up, but you can still count the droplets racing down the glass.
“Did he make you come?” his voice cracks the quietude after a few minutes (hours?), reawakening your insides with tender fingers circling your clit. Your hips wiggle, heat building up from the pressure on your nerves. Does he really have to ask that fucking question?
“Mm.”
“Mm?” he parrots, delving between your folds.
“What do you fuckin’ think?” you grumble, back involuntarily arching to buck against his fingers.
“Poor thing.”
Before you can retort with something smart, his fingers slip back into your cunt and curl, coaxing you into a mind numbing lull as he fucks against your spot. Fingertips of his other hand pressing and tapping and rubbing against your clit, you flutter and pulse around him as he drags you further into pleasure. Slick sounds of your arousal paired with your strung out moans fill the interior the more he draws you to your peak, and you feel so disjointed as the coil in your belly tightens. Forehead pressed to leather, you whimper that you’re about to come and his fingers wrench out and you see stars when he smacks your pussy one, two, three times to cannon you into oblivion. It takes you a long time to come down, body trembling almost uncontrollably, but his hands trailing across your ass and the backs of your thighs sooth the buzz.
“You got anything?” he asks a bit after you return to earth.
“Hm? What?” Your head spins as you lift up, stinging eyes blinking rapidly to dispel the blur. Aftershocks of pleasure ripple down your spine.
“A condom.” Your shoulders drop. Fuck, he’s gonna fuck you. You’re still not over what he just did and now he’s gonna give you dick? Wake up!
“Do you, for once?” Because you're exceedingly comfortable where you are and your bag is all the way up front.
“Nah.” Of course not. Even if you wanted to get up to root through it, your mind blanks because you genuinely can’t remember if you have any left in your purse since it’s been a while that you replenished. You've never fucked anyone without protection. Not even your ex. But you’re here now and you’re tired of waiting.
“I’m on the pill.”
“Hm. Gonna take it raw?” Your cunt flutters at the thought of him filling you up with no barrier. You nod.
“You think I should let you?”
“You’ve been gone.”
“So? You went and got laid.”
“Yeah, but it wasn’t-”
“Wasn’t what?” You. But you can’t say that. Instead, you reach back to the bulge sitting thick in his joggers.
“This.” The smugness on his face falls as you give him a squeeze, hips shifting and you smile when he twitches under your hand.
Dragging your hand off his crotch, you pull up your leggings before rolling off his lap and lowering to the floor. You tug at his thigh to give you room to stand on your knees between his legs, appreciating the view of him from down here - his thick thighs straining his pants, chest and shoulders broad, jaw chiseled, and sharp, hooded eyes zeroed in on yours. You will yourself to not shy away from his intense stare, daring to hold it as you coast your hands up his thighs, the fabric of his pants soft and mildly distracting.
“What are you doing?” he asks, lifting the joint to take a slow drag.
“Please.”
“You want my dick in your mouth that bad?” Smoke sifts out of his lips, curling up and into his nose before seeping from his mouth.
“Want you to fuck my throat.”
“Shit,” he growls, and aggressively sucks in another hit. You reach for it since he’s been hogging for a while but he snatches his hand away. Just as you prepare to call him out, you’re halted by the way he’s just staring down at you, white wisps floating up from the joint he holds in the air. He stops your heart and short circuits your brain when he grips your chin and leans down, thumb running across your bottom lip.
“Open. Just a bit.” Heart loudly pounding, you oblige and part your mouth as your muscles lock in anticipation because you have no idea what he’s about to do. If he kisses you, you’re a fucking goner. Your eyes widen when he takes a long, deep drag of the joint and then angles his face close to yours. Thighs shaking at the proximity of his lips hovering over yours, you’re slow to realize he’s exhaling smoke into your mouth.
You get lost in the feeling of your hands massaging up and down his thighs while the back of your mind replays the image of his lips being so close to yours. Was he going to kiss you or is he just playing with you maybe he wanted to but then you did move a little so he changed his mind damn it why the fuck did you move he could’ve kissed you and you made him think you didn’t-
“You don’t have to.”
“Huh?”
“You’re hesitating.”
“I’m not. Your pants just feel good.”
He snorts, and you realize how dumb that sounded and break out into a fit of giggles, forgetting your pitiful mental torment.
“I’m serious though,” he says when you catch your breath and collect yourself. “You don’t have to.”
Your eyes drift back down to the tent in his pants, lust replacing all other thoughts, and you sit up a little straighter as you run your hands up his thighs and to his lap, staring at his focused expression as you cup and squeeze him again. His Adam’s apple bobs and you hold in a moan when he bucks up into your hand.
“I want to, chef. Let me.”
Joint nearing its end on his lips, he nods and lets you be the one to pull down his pants and boxers to his ankles, and you gulp as his dick, long and thick and hard, keels over on his lower stomach. This is your first time really seeing it and you wish there was better lighting than some dim, flickering streetlamp nearby but maybe it wouldn’t matter because the buzz in your head is clouding your vision. He’s heavy in your hand as you grab him, cunt throbbing at the bead of precum that dribbles out as you start thumbing his tip. When more spills, you catch it on your tongue, moaning at the salty taste. You roll your tongue around his head and he draws in a sharp breath as you suck him in, but you’re finding your mouth to be a little dry, so you pull off.
“I’m thirsty.” He looks to the side where you were first sitting and grabs the half-empty water bottle, uncaps it, and hands it to you. You gulp down the rest and it helps sooth the chafe in your throat but you don’t know how long it’ll last.
“My mouth is still kinda dry,” you slur and pout, losing confidence that you’ll be able to give him good head. Long fingers snatch up your chin and thunder pounds in your ears when his thumb shoves past your teeth and presses down on your tongue, opening your mouth. He leans down again and tips your head so far back that his face is almost directly above yours.
He pulls down on your chin so you open wide, and you shake in anticipation as he works his jaw side to side, subtly purses his lips and then spits. Saliva pools on your tongue and your heart ceases all functions because fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck Chef Min just spit in your fucking mouth. You yell at yourself not to swallow, but you’re in so much shock that you just sit there frozen. Until he grabs his dick, points it towards you, and nods at you to go ahead. You let his spit mixed with yours spill onto his tip, watching with unblinking eyes as he bites his lip while it trickles down his shaft.
The low purr that escapes his chest entices you to take him back into your mouth, and he sounds so fucking hot as you bob your head in a somewhat hurried pace, one hand twisting around his base, the other dipping to his balls.
“Shit,” he growls, and you suddenly realize that he has yet to fucking touch you. You find his hand and press it on top of your head, silent permission for him to grip onto your hair.
Fingers digging into your scalp, he tugs at your roots, and it sparks a flame down your back. Jaw dropping and throat relaxing to accommodate as much of him as you can, you go down as far as you can, forcing his dick deep in your throat, stopping only when there’s resistance. He groans, broken and satisfied in his chest when you swallow around him, and continues to hold you there. Tears streaming down your face, your jaw aches and your throat burns, but you do nothing to get him to let up, even when you start to gag and drool down his length.
“You sound so fucking good choking on my dick,” he drawls. And that’s why you’re gonna hold out for as long as you can. “Tap out if it’s too much.”
You don’t, even though it burns, and tears run down to your chin. You just dig your nails into his skin to fight through it until he finally pulls you off of him, and you gasp, chest heaving, string of saliva and precum connecting your mouth to his dick. His eyes narrow at the sight.
“Fuck it, c’mere.” He yanks you up off the floor by your elbows, and you go so fast that you bump your head on the roof as he positions you to straddle him.
“Ow!” you exclaim, hand flying to your crown as your knees settle beside his hips.
“Sorry,” he says, and you look down to a lopsided smile peering up at you that you shove his shoulder for. He helps you off with your sneakers and leggings, and then kicks off his own, and the sounds of clothes and shoes thumping on the floor just tickles you and giggles pour out of you again.
“What?” He asks as your shoulders start to shake.
You shrug, and he rolls his eyes when you continue to laugh for no reason. He lazily slaps your ass so you lift up and you jolt when he rubs his dick between your folds, tip just barely prodding your entrance.
“Ready?” You breathe out a “Yeah” and he squeezes your hip to encourage you to sink down on him. You take your time to adjust to his girth and the feeling of every vein, every inch of him bare inside you, and - close, you just feel so close to him. Arms wrapped around his neck, breasts pressed to his chest, knees to his hips, almost completely skin to skin, and it’s setting you on fire with a glowing buzz that makes you want to hold him tighter.
Holding onto the back of the seat behind him, you leisurely bounce on your knees, hips circling and swiveling to find your rhythm, and you don’t care how pathetic you sound now that you’re full of him and he’s letting small moans in your ear tell you you’re doing a good job.
You shudder when long fingers slip under your shirt and up to your bra to pull and snap the band against your spine. His nose brushes the underside of your jaw and goosebumps erupt all across your skin as he murmurs, “Okay?” beneath your ear. Head moving slowly, you nod, letting him unclasp your bra, rip down the straps, and snatch it out. He pushes up your shirt and plants both hands on your tits, cock twitching inside you when he squeezes them, nipples hard and perky under his palm. He plays with them while you continue to ride him, going slow because you don’t think you can move any faster without losing control.
He must sense that because his hands drop to your ass, and then props his feet up on the backs of the chairs. His hooded eyes pierce into yours as he fucks up into you, every buck of his hips harsh and rapid and deliberate, melting you to your core. Your head lulls on the side of his, feeling as if he’s taken control of your entire body, wailing in his ear to the staccato rhythm of his thrusts.
“You think anyone else can ruin you like this?” his warm breath cascades across your throat as he slams into you like he’s making a point. You can’t even answer, you’re so focused on the impending wave that he’s catapulting you into.
A few more rough strokes and you come, violently, endlessly, wave after wave crashing into you because he doesn’t slow down, doesn’t stop as your cunt squeezes and pulses his dick and you gush around him. Your slick forehead is plastered to leather as you continue convulsing, fingers digging into his shoulder, moaning out something, you think his name, and then he stops, twitches inside you, and cusses.
He manhandles you off of him and onto the seat. Your back hits the cushion and your little world inside his fogged up car goes by in slow motion as you stare up at him crouching above you, knee wedged between the seat and your hip. Cock hanging low, he tugs your legs up on his shoulders and puts a hand on the top of the backseat, sharp groan escaping his chest as he lines himself up and plunges back into you.
“Gonna come in your mouth,” he rasps, and before you can catch onto what he says, he pounds into you, hips slamming against your ass fast and hard, making your bones ache and tears well in your eyes. You grab onto his wrist to hold on, vision blurred as you reach up, entranced by his chain banging against his chest and the sliver of skin peeking out from the top unbuttoned part of his shirt. You feel the urge to rip it to shreds but you don’t even have enough strength to undo another button. You just let your hand burn on his clavicle as your bodies move in tandem, not caring that your back is chafing on the seat, too distracted by the bead of sweat trailing down the side of his neck.
Your hand trails up to catch it, brushing the side of his throat and in the moment that you glance at him, he slams into you, stays still for a second then yanks himself out, pushing your legs off of his shoulders.
“Sit up.” Your body moves on his command, foot on the floor giving you leverage to push yourself up against the door, eyes focused on his hand tightly gripping his wet cock.
“Tongue out,” he growls, and you open wide but he doesn’t make it there before a string of white shoots across your face, landing on your chin and cheek. His cockhead shoves onto your tongue so cum lands there, and so much slides down to the back of your throat that you have to close your mouth and swallow after a couple of seconds so you don’t choke.
“Fuck,” he snarls aggressively under his breath, tip rubbing in between your lips as more cum pulses out of his slit and trickles down your chin. You stick out your tongue again to swallow down the rest of it, eyes dragging between his face and his hand jerking his dick.
He releases a sharp breath and lets go of his cock, almost touching your stomach as it hangs heavy and low in the air, mouth open as he catches his breath. He then reaches down to push his cum on your face towards your mouth. His thumb dips past your lips, and you suck around it, staring up at him through wet, blurry vision.
“Messy girl,” he mutters, thumb sliding across the other side of your jaw, smearing your saliva through the leftover white and sticking it back in your mouth. You swirl your tongue, savoring the taste of him and the way he’s staring down at you with so much darkness in his eyes, you shiver. He drags it down your teeth, snagging on your bottom lip, and then gives the side of your chin a light tap before shifting away. Your heart skips. You feel like a good girl.
He finds his boxers and joggers before sitting back on the seat and pulling them on. He gathers your bra and clothes and shoes as you steadily sit up, and you both quietly get dressed. As you slip on your leggings, he checks his Rolex.
“Shit, it’s late.” You nod, finish getting dressed, and follow him in getting out of the car to return to the front.
In the driver’s seat, he rubs his hands down his face, fingers digging into his eyes.
“You okay?” you ask as he rakes a hand through his hair and shakes his head a few times.
“I’m high as fuck, I need a minute.”
“Take your time.” He nods and reaches back behind the seats, pulling out two more mini bottles of water and passing one to you. You only take a little sip because you already have to pee, but he finishes his in one go, letting out a satisfied sigh as he crushes the empty bottle. You pull your lips in, fighting off another round of giggles. He’s so fucking cute.
He sticks the plastic in a cupholder and then opens up the console again, retrieving a carton of cigarettes.
“You mind?” he asks, holding up the pack. You shake your head. Now that the rain has reduced to a drizzle, he rolls down his window all the way and lights up a cigarette, blowing the smoke out into the cool air. You pick at your cuticles, buzz in your head still swirling and obscuring your filter and you feel like you’re about to bust if you don’t say something.
“Can I ask you something else?”
“Oh, god,” he mutters. “You have to?” You nod. He just sighs and takes another drag and you take that as your cue to go on.
“Do you have a secret family you sneak off to visit?”
He whips a confused expression your way, sharply blowing out smoke. “I’m sorry, what?”
You shrug. You should’ve asked about the damn basketball courts. Too late to take it back now. “It’s just a rumor that goes around because you’re gone so much.”
“I have other restaurants I own that I need to check up on. And they’re not all local.”
Oh, right. Shit, you feel mildly stupid for leaning into believing baseless rumors instead of remembering that Chef Min has been an extremely successful entrepreneur since his early 20s.
“Is it dumb that I want to open my own restaurant?”
“Dumb?”
“I mean, is it too late?”
“It’s never too late to do anything.”
“Says the dude who opened up his first restaurant at 22.”
“I took over my first restaurant,” he corrects, staring at the cigarette with a slight frown. “After my dad passed away.”
You knew that. Your mind races with all of the countless interviews you’ve watched and read and listened to about his comeuppance. He never seemed to appreciate it when an interviewer brought up the fact that he got his start because his dad died from a heart attack and his mother was too grief stricken to carry on with the business.
You’re pretty sure he doesn’t want to hear an apology, but you don’t want to completely gloss over the fact that he told you that.
“It’s really amazing - what you did to carry on his legacy.” He just nods shortly and takes a long drag, crossing his arm across his chest. You hope that isn’t the worst thing you could say.
“Do you have any advice?” His eyebrows lift as he hits the cigarette again before ashing it out on the cracked window.
“People might not take you seriously, but don’t let that stop you.”
You stick a hand between your thighs, shifting as you’re brought back to the many times the man you thought you would marry ridiculed you for your dreams.
“Yeah. That’s another reason I had to break up with my ex.”
He glances over at you but doesn’t make a comment. Just hits the cigarette again before launching into his wisdom. He tells you to take inspiration from other chefs and kitchens, but define your own identity as a cook and runner of a restaurant. To never lose sight of the importance of detail and control over your goals. And to not let setbacks set you back - allow room for growth at every turn.
“It can take up a lot of your focus, but don’t let it consume you and take over your personal life. I made that mistake.”
“What do you mean?” He pauses mid drag, jaw clenching so much so his bone protrudes.
“It got in the way of my marriage.” Your eyes dart to his ring finger.
“You were married?” He nods.
“A couple years ago.” Holy shit. Career-focused Chef Min, hitched and settled down? You don’t recall him mentioning that in any of his interviews. You’re morbidly curious.
“What happened?”
You regret the question as soon as it echoes in the air. You should take it back because it’s none of your business and you can imagine he’s about to remind you as such, but suddenly, you’re incapable of speaking. Regret morphs into remorse when he maintains the silence, and hopefully he just didn’t hear you toe a line.
“Sorry,” you manage to breathe out, cursing your hazy mind and dry tongue.
“She wanted a family and I didn’t.” Oh.
“Oh.”
“Yeah,” he mutters.
You sit there in frozen silence, unsure of what to say to that very personal piece of information. He breaks it and abruptly shuts down the conversation before you have the chance to gather your thoughts.
“Alright, I have to get back.”
He tosses the cigarette out of the window before rolling it up and starting up the engine. While you buckle up, he switches on the radio, and as smooth jazz lilts into the car above the soft whoosh of the fans, he turns it up and you safely assume that he’s done talking.
The ride to your place takes about 20 minutes. 20 minutes of jazz-filled silence, of his phone buzzing in the cupholder that he never touches or even looks at, of you feeling the best you’ve felt in weeks, and of you wondering what’s going on inside his head. And if that frown on his face is just natural. But what he’s shared with you tonight, is more than you ever thought you’d get. And yet, when he pulls up to your house, you kill your own vibe when a coat of a dull cloud paints your chest. You don’t want this night to end.
“Well, that was good,” you murmur as he puts the car in park. “And nice to do it somewhere other than your office.”
“Mm,” he hums. Crossing his arms. “Don’t get used to it.”
Your smile falls. Don’t get used to it? The essence of vulnerability you both just shared feels… worthless. What was the point? He answered your questions - even though the weed cut down on your filter and made you bold enough to ask them. And maybe the weed is what let him answer instead of dismissing you or straight up ignoring you. But damn. You feel dumb, now that that wall is back up. Anger and a tinge of sadness burrows beneath your skin and now you want to be the one to put a wall up.
“We don’t have to do this anymore.” The words that come out of your mouth slap you in the face. And seemingly him as well.
“What?”
You clench your jaw so tight it hurts. “Whenever you decide you’re done with me, you can just-“ you stop yourself from giving him suggestions on how to cut you off. “It’s whatever, okay? No hard feelings.”
He looks at you for a few seconds then jerks his head up in a subtle nod and you pretend it doesn’t hurt that he says nothing, just stares at the steering wheel.
“Thanks for the ride,” you mutter, and push open the door. You might slam it behind you but you don’t fucking care. If you’re really nothing to him at this point, he can go straight to hell.
The following day, you almost call out of work because you’re still simmering after last night. Not even sleeping helped you get over it. You don’t want to see him and make your inner turmoil worse. But you need the money. And it’d be stupid and pathetic of you to skip out because you’re angry at your boss for something as silly as emotional distance. You just won’t pay him any mind. You know, like he does to you.
But he’s not even there, so it’s a good thing you didn’t sacrifice a check. For the next few days, he doesn’t come at all. Maybe that’s a sign it’s high time you moved on. You can’t be hooked on him forever. And how long can you continue to lie to your best friend without feeling horrible? It’ll eventually eat you up inside, and you don’t want to have to live with that. So maybe this is for the best.
But the night before your weekend off that you plan to get absolutely trashed and smashed, you’re at your locker to change into your uniform where you notice a folded up note on the top shelf.
Stay late tonight.
It’s handwriting you recognize from long to-do lists posted up on the fridges every Tuesday, labels in the stock room, signatures on shipments, and drafts of menus scattered across his desk. Chef Min wants you to stay? If he was gonna fire you, he would’ve done it to your face already. Whatever it is, you don’t have it in you to ignore.
He doesn’t make an appearance at all throughout the shift, and you wonder if maybe that note was from another time and you somehow missed it. But just as the doors close and everyone gets started on their tasks, he pops up to have a brief discussion with Sous Chef Jung. You know you shouldn’t stare, but you’re gonna feel really stupid if you end up at his office when he’s not actually expecting you. Just when you’re about to look away because you’ve been lingering too long to be discreet, his eyes shift to you and he gives you a subtle nod before turning back to his conversation.
You play the whole charade of leaving with Jimin, gossiping on the way to your cars, hanging around a little too long just to catch up even though you’re both exhausted from the night, and driving out of the parking lot behind him, just to turn around once he’s out of sight. After parking around back, your anxious fingers shake as you unlock the back door because what the fuck are you about to walk into? The kitchen is dark, just how you and Jimin left it, but there’s a small shredding of light from the hall leading out towards Chef Min’s office.
His door is wide open when you tentatively peer inside. He’s at his desk, as always, in casual clothing again, just sifting through mountains of paperwork, glasses slid down to the tip of his nose.
“Um, chef?” you meekly call out, heart skidding to a stop when his head whips up to you. You’re too far to tell that the pinch between his brows loosens when his eyes land on you.
“Oh, I thought you left.”
“I had to get something out of my car,” you lie, stepping forward and leaning against the door frame, twiddling thumbs in the pocket of your hoodie.
“It’s fixed?”
“Yeah.”
He nods once and turns his attention back to his papers. Did he forget about the note in your locker?
“Why did you want me to stay late?”
He looks back up at you. “Oh.”
You watch, confused, as he stands and reaches into his pocket. A knot tightens in the pit of your chest when he pulls out your missing thong.
“Here.” Your hands ball into fists. That’s why he left a note in your locker? To return your panties he denied taking? If this is his way of non-verbally ending things… Fuck him. But at least this way you can get the last word.
“I told you I didn’t want it back,” you say in a snippy tone. “Thanks for wasting my time. Have a good night, chef.”
You storm out in a huff, stomping through the dark restaurant towards the front parking lot and just before you can burst into the night, you get a notification on your phone from your doorbell camera app that there’s motion detected. Throat tightening, you freeze when the grainy footage shows your ex standing in front of your apartment. Furious, you curse and hold your phone up to your mouth, pressing the microphone button.
“I know you’re not outside of my fucking house right now,” you hiss.
“It’s been weeks since I’ve heard from you.” God, his voice has never been so grating.
“Yeah, there’s a reason for that!”
“C’mon, you’re not being fair about all this.”
“Fair about what?”
“Mang.”
You bite back a scream. “She’s not your dog! She never was!”
“But I took care of her too.”
“Only when I asked you!” you exclaim. The audacity of this guy! “You know how many times I had to remind you to feed her and take her out? You never remembered on your own. How am I supposed to trust you with her alone?”
“That’s what I want to talk about. Please, just for a few minutes.”
You know he’s fucking lying. If you go home and confront him, he’ll extend his stay by making up excuses to keep the conversation going and you’re not about to put up with it.
“I- I’m not even going to be home tonight.”
“Where are you going? Jimin’s?” Fuck, that’s the only place you have to crash unless you want to trek out all the way to your mom’s. But if you go to Jimin’s, your ex will definitely show up and get into it with him and one or both of them will end up in jail and that can’t happen.
Your phone is snatched from your hand before you can come up with some stupid ass lie to get your ex off your back.
“It’s none of your business where she’s going,” Chef Min snaps, voice above your head, and your shoulders hunch when you realize he’s standing right behind you. You turn, eyes wide, astounded that he’s intervening, and swallow at his pinched brows and deep frown. “Get the fuck off her property, unless you want the cops called.”
“Who the fuck is this?” Your ex yells your name loud enough to make you both wince, and he casually passes back your phone like he didn’t just confront your ex. You glance down to the now muted screen, shutting off your phone when your ex proceeds to yell into the camera and you’re grateful you can’t hear him.
“Um,” you swallow, eyes following Chef Min as he unbolts the locked door. What else can you fucking say?
“It’s late. I’ll walk you to your car.”
He holds open the door for you like he did the other night, and as you start to walk towards your car, you nervously look over your shoulder to him locking up and yanking the handle before he starts following you. You slow down a bit because he did just say he would walk you.
Your car is the only one in the lot, you awkwardly point to it as he stops a few paces away. “You wanna smoke?”
“Sure,” you say without hesitation, throwing all of your self-made terms that you’re done with him right out the window. He stares down at gravel.
“Actually, I um,” he clears his throat. “I don’t have any bud on me.”
“Oh.” You deflate. “That’s okay.”
“But I do at my place.” If you were hooked up to an EKG machine, there would only be a long, flat beep.
“You’re… inviting me over?” Did you hear him right?
He nods, eyes flitting between you and the ground. Okay, what the fuck?
“Sure you’re not just getting tired of fucking me in your office?” You tease, although your heart is now racing at hamster speed.
“Don’t make me regret this,” he sighs. But there’s no real bite to his tone.
“I won’t. I’ll make it worth it, chef.” He jostles his keys. Then glances up at you through his bangs.
“‘Yoongi’ is fine.”
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ahhhhasdflksdcjf it's here finally i really hope it was worth the wait!!! thanks for reading!! i hope you enjoyed! pls support with likes, comments, and reblogs!! i'd love to know what you think! i've never written a high scene before and it's been a long time since i've been high lmao so i did some reading and research to help out but idk i still kinda struggled with it. and for yoongi's spiel of advice, i took bits and pieces of gordon ramsay interviews. (sidenote: pls tell me i'm not alone in thinking it's hot that chef min was previously married). and i know him shotgunning her and spitting in her mouth when they haven’t kissed yet is crazy im so sorry😭
pairing: fem! producer/writer reader x idol! jungkook
summary: after a hard breakup with who, you thought, would be the one, the only thing in your mind was a sad playlist of Taylor Swift songs and red wine. But, what happens when your neighbour— who is done of hearing you cry at 2 am every day — puts the idea in your head of getting your ex back? but with a good and sweet revenge… of course everything will be easier if you didn’t have any feelings for your ex and if your neighbour wasn’t a superstar idol who doesn’t have a problem at pretending to be your boyfriend to piss off that ex— who also happens to be his ex best friend— What a mess, right?
genre: fake relationship trope, kinda growing up/coming of age, womanhood thing, female rage (a LOT of female rage), funny but cringe in the same way, a lot of drama - in a comedy way but also very shitty things - a lot of bad jokes and some angst (lot of thoughts about not being “good enough” and mental health issues), some sexual thing (yeah, makeout, kissing, sex, etc) and ofc bad language (impossible-to-count curse words).
* first fic / one shot whatever you girlies call it yayy omg im so excited <33;;; please be gentle with me luv u
… At the restaurant, when I was still the one you want… Cross-legged in the dim light, everything was just right… I, I could feel the mascara run, You told me that you met someone…
Jung-kook put a pillow over his ear, growling with annoyance, he moved under his sheets like a baby about to do a tantrum and screamed with irritation. He couldn’t spend another night hearing your voice as loud as those stupid speakers you had, which by the way, he was curious how much did they cost you because the quality and volume they had were really good… but that wasn’t the issue so it could wait. He knew he liked Taylor Swift’s music, of course he did, she had a great voice and her lyrics— even if he didn’t understand most of them for his level of english— were good. But after spending almost two weeks hearing you sing her entire discography. Specially her albums “Evermore” and “Red”. He was starting to hate the voice of that woman. He couldn’t believe someone could listen to the same song 20 times a day, specially a really fucking depressing one.
He considered himself a really chill person. He didn’t have a problem with loud music at night because he actually did the same thing some days. Singing karaoke at 3am on live was one of his favourite activities to do with his fans. However, there was a difference on doing that once a week to every fucking day… especially when he had to wake up in five hours to catch a flight.
Now he had a problem with you.
There were three things— actually a lot more he would like to admit— that Jungkook knew about you. First, you were incredibly annoying at midnight. Second, you were definitely having a hard time. And last but not least, you worked as a producer in HYBE, which made it somehow easier to talk to you without having a scandal. So, with those three things in mind, he jumped out of bed and walked to your apartment. He knew he had to show a little of empathy to whatever you were going through but he was also going to be very serious about the problem he had with your volume.
Sleepy and not thinking too much about what he was about to do, he knocked on your door for five minutes. His annoyance growing at you not being able to listen to the sound of his knocking because the music was too loud. This was getting out of hand.
Jungkook let out a sigh of relief when the volume of the music decreased and the door finally opened. He tried not to show surprise when he got a good look of you. You were… Well, a disaster. You wore an oversized shirt that almost covered your basketball shorts, your hair was all down, showing your messy curls and the makeup you had of the day was all ruined, the mascara was all over your cheeks and your eyes were puffy and red. Even looking like shit, you showed him a kind smile, hiding the bottle of red wine behind your back.
“Hi!, is everything okay?.”
Okay so this was the thing, Jungkook knew who you were and he was pretty sure you knew who he was.
He met you probably three years ago, when Yoongi started to work on his third album and introduced you to the group as a new producer of the company. You never worked with them as a group though, he knew that you had worked on Taehyung’s album and that you helped Namjoon and Hoseok on their solos. He also knew you weren’t new in the business even if you were young. You worked in a lot of hits of different companies before HYBE recruited you and then you start to produce for the junior groups like LESSERAFIM and TxT. He also knew you weren’t totally owned by his company since you also worked in a lot of different productions out of HYBE and with a lot of western artist. He was familiar with you even if you actually never talked that much before. That’s why he didn’t have a problem to have you as a neighbour… because when Yoongi recommended him this building and told him some producers and people that worked at the company lived around, it was better than going to other residential where he didn’t knew who he would have to deal with.
“Do you think you can keep it down?.” He gave you a fake friendly smile. “I’m trying to sleep.”
He expected a nod and an apology however, your smile dropped and your eyes rolled with annoyance. Your fake kind facade disappearing immediately. He froze in place, frowning at your real personality.
“I always have to hear your karaoke shit at 3am. What’s the difference?.”
“Huh. Wow.” The singer cleared his throat. “Okay first, I don’t sing anymore at night…”
“Yeah, ‘cause you received a complaint.”
“Yes, but… how do you know—” He gasped and his eyes opened with surprise. “It was you? Why would you…?”
“No, it wasn’t me but Mrs. Yang had a good reason to do that complaint.” You drank a little of your wine and crossed your arms.
“I hope she does one for you too, this is unfair.” Jungkook pointed at you, “you’re also making me hate Taylor Swift.”
Your grimace became a pout, realizing you were being inconsiderate with the singer. “Okay, I’m sorry. I will try to keep the volume down.”
“Thank you.” He sighed, exhausted. “Have a goodnight…”
“Yeah, okay, you too— Oh, wait!” You stopped him in the hallway. “Do you have a pot? I’m trying to make ramen.”
Jungkook frowned, not believing what you just told him. “You don’t have a pot?.”
You looked at him like he asked your deepest secret of all times before clearing your throat. He looked scared for a moment.
“ Yeah, so funny story,” you laughed dryly. “I got dumped and now I have to live here again and my ex has almost all my things.” Your fake smile dropped again. “Actually is not funny, is sad and pathetic… I don’t even have a bed right now and I’m sleeping on my couch like a fucking rat. I haven’t eaten a homemade meal for three weeks so I’m getting fat and I look so ugly now that…”
“Jesus Christ.” The idol started to panic when you sobbed very loudly.
“I’m okay!— I’m okay. Yeah, I’m okay. Don’t worry, I’m totally fine. I’m so fine… it’s crazy, yeah.” You nodded, trying— and failing— to not sob. “So… you have a pod I can borrow?.”
Jungkook looked at you sitting on his kitchen’s table and eating his ramen with a little confusion inside of him.
He didn’t know how he ended up inviting you over and cooking ramen for you at 5am but there he was, sitting in front of you and watching you eat as the sun started to show up. He knew he would hate your guts later for not being able to sleep but he also knew he would feel guilty for not helping you when you were screaming for someone to hear you out. He didn’t mind hearing you cry for thirty minutes while he cooked. He also didn’t mind that, after your ugly cry, you checked all his apartment like you were his closest friend. You were in a vulnerable state and he didn’t have the guts or the strength to tell you to not be nosey and mind your business, at least not in that moment.
It was weird because he didn’t actually knew you as a personal friend but you acted like he did. Like you knew each other for a long time and it wasn’t weird that you just cried in his kitchen for twenty minutes before looking at his collection of underwear around his living room.
“This is the best ramen I’ve ever had.” You nodded and talked with your mouth full of noodles. He snorted, tired. “By the way, do you have a Calvin Klein sponsorship or something? You have a lot of underwear by them.”
“You grabbed my underwear!?.”
“Hey, wow— I didn’t grab it. Your dirty clothes is all over your couch.”
“It’s not dirty. Also, you’re nosy.”
“I’m not, you let me in.”
“Not for you to grab my underwear…”
You sighed, already annoyed. “I didn’t!.”
Jungkook laughed. “Okay, okay, whatever. Just finish your soup already.”
“Are you kicking me out already?.”
“Yes.”
“Rude.” You pouted. “I thought we were becoming friends.”
“I went to your apartment for you to keep it down and you started to cry. Yes, we’re best friends now.” He said sarcastically.
You looked at him in silence and for a moment he thought that maybe you didn’t get his joke and his fake rudeness. He opened his mouth to explain himself but you spoke again.
“I mean, I cried in front of you and you made me ramen. We should be married by now.”
Okay, funny. You were funny, you could keep a joke, even in that fucked up state you were at the moment. He liked it.
“Do you even know my name?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow, jokingly.
You scoffed, “Do I need to?”.
“I think that’s the first thing we need to have a healthy marriage.”
“That’s overrated.”
He snorted “yeah, I guess I can just call you ‘dude’.”
You frowned. “I’m your wife, dude”.
He pretended to think of another nickname. “Wifey?”
“Ew.”
“Bro?”
“Try again.”
“Baby princess?”
You tried not to laugh, “I kinda like that one.”
“Pookie bear?.”
“Yes?”
He laughed “I hate that one.”
“To be honest, I preferred the baby princess.”
“Then you can call me baby Pookie bear”
You giggled in a funny way, almost like a little kid. “That’s so ugly, Jungkook.”
He smiled. “Oh, so you do know my name.”
You looked at him in disbelief before rolling your eyes. “Who doesn’t?.”
“Wait— Are you a crazy fan?” You were about to throw him a napkin but he stopped you. “I’m kidding, y/n.”
“Oh, you know me?.”
“Shut up. You’re my wife, I have to”
You knew him, you knew you’ve never talked to him before… at least not much— or something with enough relevance to be remember. Maybe a greeting or a casual combo but you don’t remember having a real conversation with him. Not that you needed before, you worked in different things even if it was in the same building. You also knew he was a k-pop idol who you have to be careful with. Not because he could do something to you but because everything could become a scandal and you didn’t feel like hiding your life or your career. You didn’t know how Jungkook felt about his private life and the things he did or share about it but— in that moment— it wasn’t something that bothered any of you since it would probably be the first and last time you would talk that much.
Right?.
“You wanna talk about that?”
The question the singer asked made you look at him. Jungkook was ready to back off and change the subject if he noticed you were uncomfortable… he snorted when you sat down and sighed dramatically, like you were about to tell the most devastating story of all times. Of course you wouldn’t take it like a serious matter. He knew now, your coping mechanism was not taking shit seriously. It wasn’t a big deal but it wasn’t healthy either.
“Are you ready for the most heartbreaking story of all times?”
“Break my heart” He nodded.
Oh, boy.
He had to listen half an hour of you talking about this guy who treated you like shit.
He hated it, a lot. And he almost interrupted you like twenty times to asked if you actually liked to be treated like shit or you were just stupid— but he stopped himself every time.
The thing was, he could tell you were smart. And he knew you could do much better than your ex. You were pretty, talented and funny, and you didn’t seemed like a bad person or a toxic one… so why the fuck were you stuck in that guy?. He understood that you had history with him and— being honest— he knew not everything was bad for the way you talked about your ex. It was obvious you still had strong feelings about him and that if you had the opportunity you would probably go back to him in a heartbeat but he could also see that you knew the way you broke up and the last months of your relationship were pretty shitty.
He understood that you were beginning to realize of that fact when you stopped in mid-sentence, frowning at the realization.
“Oh my god.” You looked shocked by your own story. “Oh, my god” you stood up and walked around like a puppy following its tail. “Oh, my— fucking piece of shit…”
Jungkook didn’t know what to say, you were clearly having an epiphany. “You good?”
Oh, he needed to get better at comforting people.
“Of course not!” You grabbed your head with disbelief and anger. “That motherfucker treated me like shit and dumped me on my birthday… and I’m sad?. What the fuck?!”.
“I mean, it’s valid that you’re sad…”
“And he stayed with my fucking bed, my TV and all my things!”
“So, uhm— Do you want a tea or something…?”
“I can’t believe I was trying to get back with that bastard. Fucking christ, I mean, yeah— He is Hangul and all but he’s not even that great or hot. I mean… fuck, okay. He is actually very hot, but why the fuck would I think…?”
“Wait, wait, wait!” Jungkook stood up, shutting you up. “You just said Hangul? Like the soloist k-pop singer Hangul?. You dated him?”
You froze in your place, looking at him with doubt. “Huh. I don’t think I am legally allowed to confirm or deny that question”.
Jungkook knew it was that moment. He finally had the opportunity.
He laughed without a single drop of amusement. “Are you fucking kidding me?.”
“I don’t know what is happening right now.”
“You’re crying for that motherfucker?.” He shook his head, his voice lower. “How does he keep getting away with shit?.”
You frowned in confusion, you weren’t surprised that he knew your ex, you knew they were friend for some time and after all, both— Jungkook and him— were globally famous. But it was a little confusing why he seemed so angry about the guy.
“Did he dumped you too or something?” You half-joked, trying to ease the tension.
“No, but he fucked my girlfriend.”
“Oh.”
That was straightforward.
“Yeah.”
Honestly, you didn’t know what to say. You knew Hangul wasn’t a saint, of course you knew. That didn’t erase the fact that he did a lot of stupid shit. Like break your heart and fucked Jungkook’s girlfriend. Still, you didn’t know if the idol who was standing next to you needed confort or if he was just upset at the memory of that shitty situation.
However, your mind took the worst of that fact and the bad thoughts won the round. “Wait, when did that happen?”
He looked at you for a couple of seconds, his blank expression changing just for a second. “One year ago.”
No fucking way.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
Jungkook frowned, a little moved. “Wait, were you two dating at the time?.”
“We were fucking, that’s for sure.” You screamed with anger. “That fucking piece of shit!. He told me he was clean and wasn’t fucking anyone else, we…!. Ugh— Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Jungkook watched you walking around his kitchen, screaming in disbelief, angry and hurt. “And I wanted to get back with him!. This is so embarrassing…”
The singer raised his eyebrows, knowing that now it the perfect time for his idea. You stopped walking and screaming when the next words he said make you looked at him with confusion.
“Maybe you should!— You should get him back.”
Jungkook smile was growing. And it made you realize that he meant something different.
And looking at his mischievous gaze you understood he didn’t knew who he was talking to. When you had an idea in your head and your feelings were hurt.. god knows what you are capable of doing. And in that moment— with a bruised ego and a broken heart— you knew Jungkook could help you achieve the best revenge of all times.
So you took a couple of seconds before taking the decision to ruin your ex-boyfriend’s life. You were fucking angry. And you were not a saint either. You were actually a crazy fucking bitch.
Oh, he had no idea.
“Yeah. I’m gonna get him back.”
It was time for a little revenge.
a little introduction (synopsis) before the long story yayyy, the lore behind this little introduction is insane btw get ready, this is for the girlies who love ‘better than revenge’, sad ballad songs and female rage, iykyk. hope you like it!!! uploading the first chapter soon!!! you don’t know shit about what’s coming
anyway stream guts by miss olivia rodrigo and get a bad bitch playlist cuz my baby is about to play the game of revenge on another level bc i fucking love female rage and i mean a REAL female rage, lets fucking get it girlies
summary: you have an interesting relationship with jungkook; your friend (with benefits). and you’re both open to meeting new people. or maybe just you ; telling yourself it’s all casual, that you’re searching for something more. but no matter who you try, no one sticks. every failed attempt only pulls you back to him, to the one person who makes you forget you ever wanted anything else.
pairing: nonchalant!jk x clumsy!oc
genre/tropes/au: smau + written (mostly smau) , uni au, friends with benefits, slow burn-ish , romance, slice of life, friends to lovers, angst
warnings: explicit themes, casual relationships, lots of gc chaos, bts as besties / side characters , jk and yn are in denial, jealousy, explicit language, crack , fluff , lots of yapping abt songs / anime / interests , they lowk bully each other (jokes) , some dates / ’meeting a new guy’ experiences (haha.. luvi's experiences 💔) , jk actin nonchalant but soft w oc , insecure moments, sexting moments?? , implied sex/smut.
note: the fic vibes are defo everytime by ariana grande (the title is inspired by the song 🌷)
start: 28 oct 2025 end: 24 dec 2025
index:
ch:00 intro
ch:01 come get me
ch:02 cool chill girl
ch:03 sweetness
ch:04 casual energy
ch:05 couple bonding
ch:06 call me baby
ch:07 special friend
ch:08 sweet
plot change - emotional? and messy ; (not my best execution </3)
your world crumbles when you're forced into a marriage with jeon jungkook, a man whose commanding presence terrifies you, reminding you of your father's cruelty. yet beneath his coldness, jungkook’s unexpected kindness stirs a spark of hope, making you question everything you fear. your life together starts—an emotional journey of two hearts seeking comfort, healing and a chance at love
pairing — dom!jungkook x sub!femreader
genre — arranged marriage au, forced marriage, marriage of convenience, age gap, reader is of age, forbidden love, forced proximity, enemies to friends to lovers, grumpy x sunshine, rich ceo!jungkook, shy!reader, virgin!reader, poor!reader, obsession and possessive love, pining, slow burn, contrast of worlds, romance, drama, lots of angst, smut, fluff
warnings — 18+, explicit sex scenes, mature themes, forced marriage, emotional abuse and trauma, dark aspects, daddy issues, domestic violence references, mental health themes and struggles, smoking and drinking, grief and loss, each chapter contains their individual warnings (reader discretion is advised due to the intense, dark and potentially triggering content)
status — ongoing
taglist — [open]
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INDEX
⤷ 01 : a deal for her hand » 6.8k
“you’re getting married. in a week. to jeon jungkook.”
⤷ 02 : forced to say 'i do' » 5.2k
“you’re a monster just like him! i’ll never forgive you or think this is okay. you—you bought me and i'll hate you for it every day for the rest of my life!”
⤷ 03 : strangers under the same roof » 12.3k
“you’ve been through a lot, y/n. i see it in your eyes, but you're still here, still fighting… that’s not weakness. that’s a strength most people don’t have.”
⤷ 04 : an agreement between us » 8.9k
“i married you, y/n because i wanted you, because you made me feel something for the first time in years. i wanted to protect you, to give you everything and now i'm the one paying for your father's lies.”
⤷ 05 : unspoken truths and comfort » 7.2k
“until i saw you that day at your house, when your father brought you to me and you were so… alive, so sweet, even with all the sadness in your eyes. i wanted you.. not just to have you but to make you happy, to give you everything i never had.”
⤷ 06 : healing in his hold » 11.2k
“touch my wife again and you won’t live long enough to regret it. she’s my woman… and you know exactly how possessive i get when someone dares to lay a hand on what’s mine.”
⤷ 07 : soft edges of us » 9.3k
“you’ve been through enough. you don’t have to hide your pain, not from me. if you're hurting or if you need something—tell me. i’m here, i want to be here.”
⤷ 08 : losing ourselves in maldives » 10k
“you’re such a dirty little thing, aren’t you? sitting there watching me jerk off? you wish that i was fucking your pussy instead huh?”
⤷ 09 : another day in paradise » 14.6k
“i’ve never wanted a woman like this never begged on my knees for anyone but you, fuck… i’ve wanted you since the day i saw you.”
⤷ 10 : is it the end of us? » 12.6k
“you’re everything to me, y/n. i’d never hurt you, i’d rather die than do that. just let me explain once just hear me out—”
⤷ 11 : maybe it's really a sad ending » 5.4k
“you don't get to say anything about her or tell me to let her go. she's my everything you don't know what it's like to love her so much that it hurts, only for it to lose it all in a day.”
⤷ 12 : us against the world » 21.5k
“i’d chase you to the ends of the earth baby, no matter what it takes.”
⤷ 13 : sex & love » 26k
“tell me angel, do you want me to watch you being such a naughty girl? want me to see how wet you get thinking about me fucking you raw right there, bending you over and filling you up?”
⤷ 13.5 : our first time » 21k
“i want you to fuck me like you hate me. like you’ve wanted to break me for weeks.”
⤷ 14 : [ to be released. ]
EXTRAS
⤷ Q&A with bbv!characters
⤷ teaser
⤷ bbv!jungkook
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