Bed Chem 01.
Pairing. Jeon Jungkook x fem reader
Genre. Singer/Jungkook. Singer/reader. eventual smut. slowburn?
Warnings. (for 01) alcohol consumption. slight masturbation(fem)
Wendy’s notes. Hi angel, I’m experimenting with my writing and my first language isn’t english so bear with me. My apologies for any grammar mistakes and hope you enjoy this concept!! Lemme know what u think and if u want a part twooo mwah mwah.
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The afterparty for the Grammys was overflowing with gowns, tuxedos, alcohol, and anything else that comes to mind when you think of celebrities. Expensive eau de parfum fills your nose with each inhale, and the sweet buzz of your martini warms your chest. Swaying your hips to the beat, you smile at your friend Sabrina as she reciprocates the rhythm.
The most awaited music award ceremony of the year has ended. Artists compete every year, putting in countless hours of work and preparation. This year, though, has been especially rewarding just for you. Just a few hours ago, you were called up to one of LA's most iconic stages to receive an award you have been dreaming of since you learned to sing. The thrill of winning “Best New Artist” is still flowing through your bloodstream. Your music career took off after the last album release, and you couldn't have been more grateful. The endless hours spent in the studio, months of work put into an 11-song album. It was surreal that it all paid off.
“You wanna get a refill?” Sabrinas voice cuts through the music. Her large blue eyes filled with hope that you will continue riding this wave with her.
You nod, smiling brightly. It’s too early to stop, even though you're not the biggest party person; the occasion seems too special to stop celebrating.
Both of you make your way through the crowd of people. The part is held at NYA West. A minimal, but detail-oriented luxury building. Authentic materials and industrial touches embrace the building's heritage and enable versatility for any event. The ambient lighting shines light on all the designer custom-made outfits the artists have chosen for the celebration.
You find the bar, overflowing with hard-working bartenders trying to accommodate all the requests. Sabrina orders both of you a drink. You look around and notice all the faces you have seen on TV, now right before your eyes. A drink slides to you from across the counter. You take it and click it gently with Sabrinas.
“To winning a mother-effing Grammy.” You toast. “To winning a mother-effing Grammy.” Sabrina copies.
You take a swig of the drink, letting the liquid burn as you relish it.
As you lean your back against the cool marble of the bar table, you scan the crowd before you, people dancing, networking, and taking photos, nothing out of the ordinary. Your eyes land on a group of people. You recognise them as fellow Grammy-winning musicians, BTS.
Each of the seven members is deep in conversation with the people around them. Admiring the insane outfits and perfectly styled hair. Your attention is caught by one of them in particular.
Sabring nudges your side with her elbow playfully. “Watcha looking at?” You snap out of your examination and turn to her, trying to hide the grin spreading on your face, knowing you have been caught red-handed.
“You know damn well.” You admit turning back to look at the member again.
“Holy shit.” Sabrina curses, surprised. “What?” You ask her, confused, not looking away.
“Do you finally find someone attractive?” She waits for you to protest, but when you don’t, she continues, “Y/N mother fucking Y/L/N finding someone even remotely hot? Call the press. We need this on the news ASAP.” She says sarcastically.
You turn to give her a joking glare and roll your eyes. “Stop it, I don’t even know his name… what was it again?” You ask slightly ashamed.
The internet has speculated that you have had previous relationships before, as the internet does, but truth be told, you have never had anything serious. A few hookups here and there before you got focused on your career, but nothing really struck your heart the right way to make you stay.
“Jungkook. A fucking smokeshow if you ask me.” Sabrina replies, looking at him too.
You hum to yourself, an inner battle unfolding within you, trying to figure out if what Sabrina said was really the truth or if it's just the alcohol making you reckless.
Speak of the devil, Jungkook’s head turns to you in the midst of his conversation.
The moment his pitch-black eyes landed on you, yours slightly widened in shock.
Shit, he really was hot. You thought to yourself.
Your gaze went lower to notice the shiny metal piercings on his lips. He was wearing a white blazer with a same-toned mesh shirt underneath. Black Calvin Klein boxers peeking out from his baggy light-washed jeans. From his dark mullet to his combat boots. He dressed the part as well.
You turn your gaze back to Sabrina, realising you just blatantly checked him out. By the michevious smirk on her face, you understood he was on his way over here. “I’ll meet you in a bit.” She says coyly. You watch her make her way to some other musicians as the scent of Chanel de Bleu overwhelms your senses. You turn to find the one and only man you have frankly noticed this entire night. He stands before you, one of his hands resting in the front pocket of his jeans while the other holds a glass of, by the looks of it, champagne. The pitch-black eyes that were once just across the room are now right in front of you.
You smile warmly and watch as he copies your expression.
“Congrats on the Grammy.” His voice shoots through your ears, and you note the thick Korean accent that surfaces. Your smile widens with appreciation. He speaks as if he’s met you countless times before, almost as if you’re close acquaintances.
“Well, thank you, you guys didn’t do so shabbily yourself.” You reply jokingly. In reality, this year the Grammys gifted BTS with immense recognition, well-deserved attention at that. Jungkook chuckles, looking to the left, his sharp jawline making an appearance before he returns to look at you.
“Couldn’t outshine the woman of the night, could we?” He answers, reciprocating the energy.
“Exactly, you get it.” He flashes a smile at your response, it makes something in your something your stomach turn. You ignore the feeling, chuckling before turning serious. “No, but genuinely good job, you guys are insanely good at what you do.” You admit, looking down at your drink, smiling as you remember their mind-blowing performance tonight.
“Says you,” Jungkook replies, scoffing. You look up from your glass.
“Well, thank you.” You accept the compliment gracefully, smiling ear to ear now. Hearing that is quite ego-inflating, but you try to stay humble.
“Seriously, I’ve seen your stuff. Your last album was amazing, especially the vocals in “Twilight.” You feel a warmth crawl up your neck at the compliments coming out of his mouth, and the smooth tone he delivers them with doesn't help the situation.
“Thank you, thank you,” thanking him slightly surprised “, It means a lot.”
A beat of silence passes, and the music continues to vibrate through your eardrums. The eye contact stays, though, with a shy smile on both of your faces as you understand the awkward moment emerging between you two. You take a sip of your cocktail and fix the fallen strap of your sheer dress. Jungkook's eyes follow your hand movement before trailing up to lock them with yours again.
“Well, I guess I’ll see you around?” Jungkook finally speaks. Adjusting his blazer nonchalantly.
You get lost trying to find what to say as you scramble through the thoughts in your brain.
“Yeah, see you!” You respond, putting a piece of hair behind your ear.
He nods goodbye and turns to head back to his group.
Sabrina makes her way back to you, noticing that the interaction between you two has fizzled out.
“You know what I think?” She says, watching Jungkook walk away. As she clasps her hands in front of herself. You turn to look at her curiously as you await the answer.
“You guys would have pretty good bed chem.” She states bluntly. Sabrina has no filter on the words coming out of her mouth. Even in a place surrounded by people who would pass this information on in their next gossip session, she stays honest. You admire that quite frankly. The media has trained you to be extremely careful of who you speak to and what you speak about. It can sometimes feel so isolating, but it's for the sake of confidentiality.
Usually, you would deny comments like these, but you can't help but wonder.
It was unusual for your self-perserving demeanor to be disrupted by a man, a celebrity with millions of fangirls at that. Men are constantly offering themselves to you, but you always politely turn them down. Not because it's your life goal to stay single, but because firstly you don't have time, secondly no one matches your standards, and lastly because 99% of the time they’re not your type.
But then again, Jungkook is known for his high level of discipline and expertise in anything he does, not to mention his perfect manners. He is, as much as you hate to admit it, very attractive. And about the time thing… who cares, ⅔ of the requests are filled out, the last one will fill out automatically.
You hate that your brain does a deep research analysis in the span of 3 seconds. Getting ahead of things always stresses you out.
“You’re getting ahead of yourself.” You answer the assumption made in a breathy chuckle.
All of a sudden, a man makes his way over to you and Sabrina in an excited manner. He's wearing a black leather jacket with a white tank top underneath, hair hidden by a backwards sitting Yankees cap. Hes followed calmly by a man in a grey suit with beige lines sewn in it. In contrast, this gentleman has a grown-out buzz with bleached ends. You immediately notice the prominent dimples on his face, accommodated by orange lens aviators. Jung Hoseok and Kim Namjoon, more commonly known as J-hope and RM.
“Ladies, Ladies!” J-hope exclaims, “Congrats on the Grammy! Your performances were chefs kiss.” He says, extenuating the last part with the associated hand gesture. J-hope's smile is wide and welcoming; his name perfectly describes him. A human form for the feeling of “hope”.
As if catching the contagious facial expression, you can’t help but smile at him.
His compliment is added to by the man standing next to him. “What he said,” RM adds, smiling softly as he wraps his hand around J-hope’s shoulders in a playful style.
Sabrina answers with cheer in her voice. “Thanks, guys! The hard-working ones finally got their justice this year, huh?” She says regarding the rigged system of the awards. It's about time somebody knocked some sense into the 15000 people of the voting body.
J-hope laughs loudly, making Sabrina feel proud of her witty joke.
“You guys were incredible.” You add to the conversation in a resonant tone. RM’s eyes fly to you, smiling affectionately, “Thank you, we deeply appreciate it,” he answers, his face changes to show he abruptly remembered something. He turns to Jhope briefly, saying something in Korean. Jhope bursts out laughing once again. It seems the man genuinely finds anything humorous. You and Sabrina exchange glances vaguely.
“Sorry for our manners, I was just reminding Jhope about a little joke of ours,” RM explains in a raspy voice. He leans in as if he's about to tell a secret, “Want to hear it?” Both men grin at you mischievously as if they’ve got the joke of the year under their sleeve.
“Spit it out,” Sarbina answers RM, taking a sip from her cocktail.
RM has a quick look around, seemingly scoping out the area for snitches. When he knows the coast is clear, he leans back, lifting his glass to the side of his face to hide his verbal movements.
“Jungkook was practically foaming at the mouth watching your performance, Y/N. I am not even exaggerating.” He states, holding back his chuckle as he recalls the sight.
Sabrina scoffs in a “I knew it” kinda way. She sets her glass down dramatically on the high table and gives you the most scheming look. You don’t even have time to process what RM said as Sabrina is already about say something, “Funny you guys say that Y/N was actually-”
You cut her off with a fake cough, convincing enough to stop her from finishing her sentence. You massage the front of your throat, playing along with the previous act. “Sorry, probably from the singing.” You excuse yourself swiftly. The men look entertained at the interaction happening before them. RM, sensing the disruption, continues his story.
“He actually can’t stop listening to your music, he knows every single word in “Twilight”.” He describes further.
You listen amused at his confession, “He actually came to express his fondness for the song himself. He’s really sweet. Tell him thank you again.” You answer as you swirl your almost-empty martini in the glass, hoping that if you look away from the people around you, they won’t notice the blush showing on your cheeks. Fuck, why is this making you shy? You hear compliments about your music a lot, and you are immensely grateful, but why, when it comes from him, does it make your knees weak? Get yourself together.
“You guys should collab!” Jhope and Sabrina declare at the same time, almost as if rehearsed. RM agrees with them both immediately, nodding as he takes a sip from his drink. You look up from your glass, glancing at them three, checking if they are being serious.
“Your and Jungkook’s vocal ranges are mind-blowing, and your music taste is similar too. Plus, he would absolutely kill for an opportunity like that. I can send him the message, just say the word.”
RM rants enthusiastically, awaiting your opinion on the invitation. You feel cornered, but a sense of exhilaration fills your chest as you think about the idea presented. You and Jungkook are incredibly talented vocalists with fascinating perspectives on music. A mix of both could actually be interesting to see.
“Hm, I’d have to discuss it with my team.” You answer rationally, Sabrina turns to you, baffled as she adds to your statement, “What she means is, she would absolutely love to collaborate with him.” Jhope flashes his smile again at the friendly banter between you and Sabrina. RM exhales with relief, shaking his head, he admits, “Thank god you said yes, you both need to be on that stage again next year too.” Predicting that if the collab went through, you would win yet another Grammy.
You chuckle, flattered at the compliment.
“If one of the geniuses of music says so, then it must be done.”
Jhope receives a tap on the shoulder from their manager, signaling it’s time to go.
RM catches the cue and finishes the proposal, “I'll tell him to hit you up then.” Nodding his head as he gets pulled away by Jhope.
“See you guys!” Sabrina waves them off, smiling brightly. As they leave, she turns to you, squealing with excitement. “Oh, em’ gee!” She takes the martini class out of your hands, placing it on the bar table, and intertwines her hands with yours, jumping in her heels, gleefully. You’re pretty baffled still, so you just smile. Sarbina settles down and repeats what she heard. “Hit you up?!” She thinks for a second and then continues, “Put that bed chem theory to test for me. Okay honey?” Right after hearing that, you shush her.
“Sabrina! You can’t say that.” She just giggles at your reaction, but you just roll your eyes. Suddenly finding it hard to ignore the tingles emerging in your stomach from the anticipation.
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You unbuckle the clip on your heels and slip them off with a sigh. Standing up, you look in the mirror. In your reflection, you notice you have slightly flushed cheeks from the intoxication. The sheer dress is still looking amazing even after a long night of dancing. You smile at yourself, admiring the styled blowout still holding up. Even though you love the look, the heaviness of tonight starts to weigh on you. It’s almost 2 AM, and you’ve only now returned to your home. You thank yourself for buying a second property in LA for the sake of loving how it looks. Not knowing it would come in handy for staying in after events. It’s a bright and open hill mansion, with accents of femininity sprinkled throughout.
You tiptoe up the stairs to the master bathroom. As you walk through the hallway, you reach for the back of your dress, unzipping it with a struggle as the zipper jams.
“Damn you, Christian Dior.” You mutter to yourself. After finally getting the dress open, you let it drop off your body, leaving you in your matching lingerie underneath. You always liked matching underwear, no matter the occasion; it made you feel more put together for yourself, plus it makes you look sexier when posing in front of your mirror while getting dressed for the day.
Walking away from the dress you left on the floor of your hallway, you enter the bathroom and set your phone next to your pink quartz sink. Your bathroom is something out of a princess's boudoir. Gold metals accessorize the crystal shower and sink. A chandelier hangs right above your bath that stands in the middle of the room. And a huge white and baby pink Persian rug decorates the floor.
You pull your hair up in a bun and wash your face. Afterwards, you grab your toothbrush, squeezing toothpaste on the bristles and cleaning your mouth thoroughly from all the things you consumed tonight. As you give extra attention to your wisdom teeth, the phone vibrates on the counter. You stop brushing and pick up your phone to check who is crazy enough to be up at nearly 2 in the morning.
Instagram notification from: mnijungkook
You grin to yourself, mind you, you are pretty intoxicated. Upon seeing the notification, a sensation emerges between your legs, the same one you had when he came up to you earlier. Imagining Jungkook lying in his hotel bed, half-naked, hair a little tousled. Or maybe he's in his Uber on the way back from the after party, meanspreading in the backseat with R&B playing in the background. Shit, what the hell are you thinking?
You place your phone down and finish brushing your teeth. Untying your hair and gently brushing through it with a bamboo brush. You can’t help it when your thoughts drift back to that notification. I guess whatever RM tells him to do, he does. Since he did hit you up. Why are you nervous, though? It’s just a fellow artist, it's nothing to be afraid of. On the other hand, he’s hot, and his chiseled six-pack was hard not to notice under his shirt tonight. And the eyes don’t even get me started on the eyes. These are the thoughts going through your head right now, an inner war unfolding. The sensation between your legs gets stronger and louder. Your imagination doesn’t help either.
You grab your phone and walk to your bedroom, as you enter you’re welcomed by the smell of fresh linen and a view of the whole of LA from your floor-to-ceiling windows. You change into some silk pj’s and tuck yourself into bed.
You open your phone and tap on the notification.
mnijungkook 01:45
Hey, guess I’ve been exposed.
itsy/ny/l/n 02:03
It happens to the best of us.
You reply, smirking at the phone. Three bubbles pop up, startling you at the direct answer from the man.
mnijungkook 2:03
Can I tell you something, though?
You shift in your bed, reading the response.
itsy/ny/l/n 2:04
What’s that?
mnijungkook 2:04
You looked absolutely breathtaking tonight
mnijungkook 2:05
But you already knew that, didn’t you?
You grin at the screen. The alcohol already made you heat up, but this didn’t help at all.
itsy/ny/l/n 2:06
Thank you
itsy/ny/l/n 2:06
I'm not gonna lie and say you did not catch my eye either
Feeling naive and flattered, you decide to go along with it. Who cares? It’s been so longsince you’ve had a fling, might as well.
mnijungkook 02:07
Fuck, really?
itsy/ny/l/n 02:09
Mhm
mnijungkook 02:10
I’m in LA for another week, mnijungkook 02:10
Can I have the honor of making something with you? music-wise
You don’t reply, not yet atleast. You tapped on Jungkook’s Instagram profile. Staring at his posts, you get hit with another wave, one that makes you shift your phone from your right hand to your left. Pictures from his GQ photoshoot, selfies in the backseat of cars, pictures from concerts. He really got it all, hm? You think to yourself slyly. You come across a video of him boxing, and he’s wearing grey sweats with a black t-shirt, tattoos shown prominently. Hair wet from sweat, it seems he goes hard. Sounds emitted from your phone, the sharp crack of his leather gloves meeting the focus pads echoed through your bedroom as Jungkook struggled to catch his breath.
Unconsciously, your hand slid lower, massaging your lower stomach and hip bones. Hand stopping quickly as you recall the message awaiting its reply.
itsy/ny/l/n 02:16
I'd gladly give you the honor, Jungkook.
Jeez, what’s gotten into you? One video of him working out, and you’re ready to drop to your knees and give him whatever he needs.
mnijungkook 02:17
I can clear my schedule for any day, which one’s the most comfortable for you?
Flustered, breathing heaving slightly.
itsy/ny/l/n 02:17
Friday night would be perfect.
Recalling you only had a hair appointment that day.
mnijungkook 02:18
Friday night it is then. You recorded your album at Conway studio on Melrose, correct?
itsy/ny/l/n 02:18
Yup
mnijungkook 02:19
Does that work for you this Friday too?
itsy/n/y/l/n 02:20
So considerate. Yes, it works perfectly.
You lock your phone and set it aside to charge. The pillow dents with the weight of your head, sighing with a tiny bit of anxiety about what’s to come.
