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mostly writing for BTS Jungkook biased. 20yo. she/her

I write romance, angst, and slow burns.

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afterimage - a jjk isekai story! by expectevenless

idol!jjk x student!reader.

summary: After grieving the sudden death of global star Jeon Jeongguk, a thirty-something university researcher falls asleep-only to wake in Seoul in 2014, seventeen again and living a life that somehow already belongs to her. Even stranger, Jeongguk is alive, young, and apparently already part of her world. As she struggles with the loss of her old life and the mystery of the girl she seems to have replaced, she slowly realizes she may have fifteen years to prevent the death she remembers - without knowing what changing the future might cost.

wc: 21k

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*** [part one] [...] ***

Blinking is a habit that one never really thinks of - it just happens and we move on. Life has always been about the act of letting go and moving on. The same goes for many other aspects of the human body - and life, in any matter - all that seem to go unnoticed until they stop functioning altogether. that one fine detail that seems to change everything.

Your eyes burn as you continue to trace each letter on your display one by one, the inside of your chest begging for some air. Each letter presses a new dagger into your heart, followed by a weight that settles over your chest. Has your heart always had this dull beat inside your ears, as if it was wrapped in bubble wrap and thrown into the wild ocean? The uncomfortable sensation of prickling on the bottom of your feet creeps up your legs, spreading goosebumps across your burning skin.

JEON JUNG KOOK (JEONGGUK) - (32) - BELOVED GLOBAL BOY-GROUP MEMBER DIES IN TRAGIC CAR ACCIDENT.

I’ve just fallen in love with let me know from the first chapter!!!! I’d be really glad to read idol!jungkook x hype producer! reader🥺

I’ll make a one-shot about this! Though maybe I could make it a small series :) Thank you for the idea!! <3

What's the name of your Wattpad account? I saw it on TikTok but I can't find it. I'd love to read your fanfiction. I don't know how to use Tumblr, so I can't read it from there.

my account on wattpad is @chromeluv !! you can click the wattpad button on my bio, it will take you directly there!

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LET ME KNOW || JJK

↳ summary: you were his secret in 2016, until loving him became dangerous and one lie changed everything.

pairing: 2016!jungkook x reader / 2026!jungkook x reader

status: ongoing

warnings: heartbreak, harsh breakup, miscommunication, mature themes later, explicit language

chapters:

00 01

more coming soon! 𐙚

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#fanfic #bts jeongguk #jeon jeongguk #jeon jungkook #bts x reader #jeongguk fic #bangtan #bts #idol au #bts x fem!reader

Hi! I have commented on your firt chapter if Let Me Know already, though I also wanted to emphasize once again how excited I am to read what you have planned for our two cuties!

one thing I have always taken an interest in is how you are planning your chapters and characters! Is there a specific goal you are aiming for with their characters?

Writing itself is such a nice thing, reading it more so! But the planning and drafting is also to be appreciated just as much :D

OMG, I love this question actually!!

first of all, thank u so much for taking the time to read and comment. it genuinely means a lot to me, especially since this is my first time posting a story here <3

as for planning, I’ll be honest, I don’t have every single chapter planned out scene by scene. I usually get ideas randomly and build around them, but I do have a clear idea of where the story is going and what I want the characters to become.

I think Jungkook’s character is probably the one I’ve thought about the most. even if he seems very soft and shy at the beginning, there’s a reason for that. I want his growth to feel natural. he starts off as someone who is careful, a little awkward, and still figuring out how to be confident with someone he genuinely likes, but as the story goes on, especially through his relationship with Y/N, he starts becoming bolder and more sure of himself.

so his character isn’t just “shy Jungkook.” he’s still an idol, he still has that attractive/confident side, but Y/N meets him in a version of his life where he is tired, young, emotional, and still learning how to separate himself from the image people have of him.

Y/N is also very important to me because I don’t want her to feel like she only exists to be loved by him. she has her own life, money problems, work, school, family issues, and a lot of pride. she’s not really impressed by the idol world at first because she has more immediate things to worry about. her arc is more about learning how to let someone in, even when she’s used to surviving on her own.

their relationship is supposed to build slowly because I really want the reader to understand why the future heartbreak hurts so much. It’s not just going to be “they dated and broke up.” I want to show how deep the connection became, how safe they felt with each other, and how much they changed each other before everything went wrong.

so yes, I do have a main goal for them:

2016 shows how they fall in love and how Jungkook grows softer/braver through her.

2026 shows what happens when that same love comes back after years of hurt, anger, and things left unsaid.

I don’t want to spoil too much, but Jungkook’s emotional shift is definitely one of the biggest parts of the story. The boy who begged in 2016 and the man he becomes in 2026 are connected, and I’m excited to slowly show how he got there.

pheww, I hope that makes sense, and thank u again for asking this because I love talking about the story, especially the characters <3

(I’m sorry this is so long, I got carried away…)

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LET ME KNOW || #01

synopsis; you were his secret in 2016, until loving him became dangerous and one lie changed everything.

pairing: 2016!jungkook x reader / 2026!jungkook x reader

genre: idol au, secret relationship, angst, slow burn, heartbreak / second chance romance eventually, eventual smut & fluff

divider: @uzmacchiato

By the time your shift ended, Seoul had already turned blue with evening.

Not pretty blue, not the kind people wrote songs about, but the tired kind that sat between buildings after sunset and made every window look colder than it was. The air outside the café smelled like rain, roasted chestnuts from a street cart nearby, and the burnt sugar left on your sleeves after six hours of making drinks for people who ordered like the world would end if their iced americano had one wrong cube of ice.

You pushed through the back door with your bag hanging from one shoulder, your hair smelling faintly like coffee no matter how many times you tied it up, and your phone buzzing in your pocket before you even made it to the sidewalk.

Without even looking, you already knew who it was.

Mina: don't go home Mina: come to hongdae Mina: there's people dancing and it's actually good tonight

Mina: also i need moral support because i saw my ex with his new girl and i refuse to look lonely

You stopped walking, stared at the messages, and let out a laugh so tired it barely counted.

you: i just got off work you: my feet hate me you: and ur ex doesn't care, u shouldn't either

Her reply came fast.

Mina: he cares Mina: he looked at my story yesterday Mina: that's basically a "let's get back together"

You rolled your eyes and kept walking toward the bus stop as you typed.

you: seek help Mina: seek me in hongdae Mina: pls Mina: i'll buy you tteokbokki

That was how you ended up on a bus to Hongdae with sore feet, a half-dead phone, and the kind of hunger that made you angry at everyone standing too close to you.

You told yourself you would only stay for thirty minutes. That was the usual lie people always told before Hongdae swallowed the rest of their night.

The streets were already crowded when you arrived, full of students, couples, buskers, tourists holding shopping bags, and groups of friends standing too close together while pretending they were not trying to be seen. Music came from every direction at once. A ballad from one corner, a rap song from another, someone's guitar near the subway exit, then the heavy beat of a dance track cutting through all of it from farther down the street.

Mina found you near a convenience store, waving both arms like she was directing an airplane.

"You look dead," she said as soon as you reached her, her eyes scanning your face like she had expected you to magically recover on the bus ride.

You adjusted your bag on your shoulder and gave her a flat look. "You said there would be food, so I came."

"There will be food," she said quickly, already reaching for your wrist before you could escape.

"You said tteokbokki."

"Yes, yes there will be tteokbokki."

"That doesn't sound honest."

Mina pressed one hand to her chest like you had offended her personally. "But it is honest."

You stared at her, but she grabbed your wrist before you could turn around. "Just come. They're doing dance covers over there, and I swear one group did BTS earlier."

You let her pull you into the crowd, mostly because arguing with Mina in public took more energy than walking.

The closer you got, the louder the music became, bass vibrating under your shoes, cheers rising whenever someone landed a cool move. People had formed a loose circle around the dancers, with their phones lifted in the air, and their faces lit by the screens.

You stayed near the back at first, but Mina, of course, pushed forward.

Still, you remained where you were, with your arms crossed, bag pressed against your side, watching a group of boys in black sweats and others in jeans practice formation before the song restarted. They looked a little nervous, laughing too much, and checking each other's positions. One of them fixed his cap, meanwhile another wiped his palms on his jeans.

Then the opening beat of "Boy In Luv" hit the speakers, and the crowd screamed.

You knew the song, even if you were not the kind of fan who memorized every little detail, but it was impossible not to know it by then. Your classmates played BTS videos during lunch, Mina had gone through a phase where she insisted she was "casually interested" while knowing every member's birthday, and the song had followed you through cafés, shops, buses, and every corner of Seoul until parts of it lived in your head against your will.

The dancers started, and they were actually very good. Not all perfect, but good in a way that made people stop walking. Their shoes scraped against the pavement, the movements making their jackets swing with every sharp turn. A few girls near the front screamed the lyrics. Mina turned around once just to mouth, See? at you like she had personally trained them.

You were about to make a face at her when your eyes caught on someone standing a little farther from the center of the crowd, but closer to where you stood by steps.

A boy stood near the trees lining the sidewalk, frozen in place in a way that made him noticeable even though he did not seem to be trying. He wore a long black coat that fell loosely around him, dark pants cuffed above shiny black shoes—the whole outfit simple, but strangely sharp under the Hongdae streetlights. His hair was dark and soft across his forehead, long enough to shadow his eyes whenever he looked down, and there was something quietly tired about his face that did not match the whole scenery around him.

Most people in the crowd were moving somehow, between lifting phones, whispering, cheering, leaning around each other to see.

But he did none of that, he just watched, and for some reason, that made you want to look at him longer than you meant to.

Maybe it was because he looked close to your age but carried himself like someone trying to keep all his thoughts in one place, or maybe it was because the lights from the shops caught the side of his face whenever he lifted his head, softening the line of his cheek and making him look like a boy who had wandered into Hongdae because he needed air, and at the same time, like someone who did not belong in this scene for some odd reason.

You looked away before he could catch you staring at him like a creep.

Mina shoved herself back to your side a minute later, breathless and dramatic, with one hand clutching your sleeve while the other pointed toward the dancers. "They're super good, right?"

You tilted your head, pretending to think about it longer than necessary. "They're okay."

Her mouth fell open. "You're so annoying."

"You’re the one that asked," you said, shrugging.

"They're literally dancing in public. Have respect." Mina nudged your shoulder, still half-watching the performance like she was scared to miss one second.

"I respect them for it, they’re good. But I'm just not gonna scream like someone is proposing to me."

Mina leaned closer, lowering her voice suddenly. "Okay, don't freak out." That immediately made you suspicious, quite the opposite of what she had just told you.

You turned your head slowly toward her. "Why would I freak out?"

"Because I think that's Jungkook."

You blinked. "Who?"

She gave you a look so offended it almost made you laugh, her hand tightening on your sleeve. "BTS Jungkook."

Your eyes moved before you could stop them.

The boy in the black coat was still standing a few steps away, still watching the dancers, but now that Mina had said it, your brain started putting pieces together too quickly. The big-round eyes, the hair falling over his forehead, the young, but soft-looking face you had seen before on your friends' phone screens. The way people around him were slowly beginning to notice him, one by one, like the news were now spreading through the crowd before anyone really said it out loud.

"I don't know," you said, even though you clearly had caught on.

Mina gripped your sleeve harder, leaning so close her whisper brushed your ear. "I'm telling you, that's him."

"Then don't stare, he's going to think we are stalking him."

"I'm not staring," she said, while absolutely staring.

"You're staring with your whole face."

"I'm observing him. You rarely see BTS in the streets."

"You look insane right now."

Before Mina could answer, two girls near the front turned around at the same time. One of them froze, and the other's eyes widened, a hand flying to her friend's arm. You saw the moment where recognition passed between both of them like electricity, and definitely the boy saw it too, because his body changed instantly like instinctively he tensed a little.

Obviously not enough for everyone in the crowd to notice it, but enough for you to see it from where you stood. His shoulders straightened slightly, and his gaze dropped for half a second before he looked back up with a polite smile, as if he had already accepted that the quiet moment he came for was clearly over.

The girls whispered to each other, excited but unsure still. Meanwhile, the dancers kept on going, despite all of this, and for a few seconds, nobody really do anything about the fact that Jeon Jungkook was standing casually there.

Until, one of the girls approached him carefully, phone held against her chest instead of pointed at his face. You could not hear everything over the music, but you saw the way she bowed a little, and the way he leaned down slightly to listen, then he lifted one hand in a small gesture that seemed almost apologetic.

Mina whispered, "Oh my god, it is him."

You looked at her quickly. "Don't even start"

She lifted both of her hands a little, offended. "I didn't say I was going to do anything."

"I know what you were thinking."

"I wasn't even thinking."

The song ended, and the crowd exploded into cheers. Jungkook clapped too, quietly, hands meeting only a few times before he lowered them again. There was something almost careful about it, like he did not want to take attention away from the people performing, but he was Jeon Jungkook, so attention found him anyway.

A few fans gathered around him, not too many yet. He smiled politely, a little shyly, while people tried not to shake too much beside him. He leaned in for photos without making it awkward, his dark hair falling close to one eye, his face bare and soft under the streetlights.

He looked younger than you expected, not like an idol though, just young in a way that made all the noise around him feel slightly too much for someone his age.

At least from your perspective you wouldn't be able to handle it.

Mina whispered, "He's taking pictures," her voice suddenly softer, like saying it too loudly would jinx the moment.

"I can see that," you said, though your eyes had not exactly moved away either.

"He's so nice."

You glanced at her and noticed the way she was holding her phone against her chest like she was physically restraining herself from approaching him too or tearing up in excitement. "You're about to cry."

"I'm not."

"You look like it."

"No I don't, I'm just happy to see him." Mina shot you a glare, but she was too busy staring to make it convincing.

You should have kept watching like everyone else, but instead, you noticed a coffee cup in Jungkook's hand.

It looked nearly empty considering how he was holding it, the cardboard sleeve crushed slightly between his fingers. Then, someone bumped him from behind while trying to get closer, and the last bit of liquid inside splashed over his hand.

He flinched and because your body had been trained by too many café shifts to react to spilled drinks like a trigger, you reached into your bag without thinking and pulled out the napkins you always stole from work just in case something like this happened. In your head though, typically, it was Mina who spilled liquids not Jeon Jungkook.

"Here," you said, stepping forward and holding them out before you could talk yourself out of it.

The girl beside him looked at you first looking a bit confused and annoyed, then he did.For one second, Jungkook only stared at your hand, then at your face then back at the napkins. "Thank you," he said, taking them carefully. His voice was surprisingly softer and quieter than you had expected.

Up close, he looked even more tired, not ugly tired, or bored tired, but the kind of tired that sat behind someone's eyes after too many days of being pulled from one place to another.

Despite the situation, he smiled at you, polite and small, like thanking a stranger for napkins was somehow important enough for someone like him to do properly.

"Jeez, you’re bleeding attention everywhere," you said before you could stop yourself earning a strangled sound from Mina behind you.

Jungkook blinked, napkin still pressed loosely between his fingers. "What?"

You nodded toward the growing group of fans pretending not to gather around him while absolutely gathering around him.

"You came here to watch people dance, no? Not become the performance." For a moment, you thought you had said too much, or sounded too rude.

Then his eyes curved, and the smile that appeared on his face was small, surprised, and almost helpless.

"I didn't mean to," he said, looking down at the coffee on his fingers as if that might hide the smile.

"Ah yes, famous people never do."

His fingers paused around the napkin, making you instantly regret saying that, not because it was mean, at least not to you, but because his face changed in a way you could not read. Then he looked at you again. "I'm not that famous."

Mina coughed behind you awkwardly, but you ignored her. "You're famous enough for her to forget how to breathe," you said, pointing vaguely at Mina without turning around.

"I'm breathing," Mina hissed, her voice sharp with embarrassment.

"You're coughing like you’re choking."

Jungkook laughed, real enough that it changed his whole face. The tiredness around his eyes loosened for a second, and suddenly he looked exactly like what he was: a young boy in a long black coat, standing under Hongdae lights, possibly just trying to organize his thoughts and feelings that the world had already started making too heavy for him.

A fan nearby looked like she might collapse from witnessing it and Mina grabbed the back of your jacket in warning, probably trying to communicate with her fingers that you needed to stop speaking to him like he was some random guy blocking the sidewalk.

But that was the thing, he did look like a random guy. A very tired, young, and famous one. A boy standing in Hongdae with coffee on his hand, watching strangers dance to a song that belonged partly to him and partly to everyone screaming it back.

He looked at the dancers again as another group began setting up, his gaze following the boys as they checked their formation. "They're so good," he said with a small smile.

"They are," you answered, glancing back at the dancers too.

"They work hard."

You glanced at him, noticing the serious way he said it, like he could see every hour of practice behind each move. "You sound like a teacher."

His eyes moved back to you, amused. "Do I now?"

"A little."

"That's bad?" he asked, one eyebrow lifting slightly.

You shook your head before thinking. "Nah. It's cute." The word slipped out too casually for you to catch it.

Jungkook went silent, and even Mina went silent at that too. Then, slowly, his ears turned pink.

You looked away first, pretending to watch the dancers because suddenly the pavement was very interesting and your mouth had become your worst enemy.

"I didn't mean cute like that," you said, clearing your throat.

He was smiling now. You could hear it before you saw it. "Oh. How did you mean it?"

"Like..." You searched for an excuse and found nothing useful, your eyes darting between the dancers, Mina, and literally anything that was not his face. "Like an old man."

His smile widened. "You think I'm cute like an old man?"

"No," you said quickly, turning back to him with a frown. "I think you sound like one."

"That's way worse, oh God."

"It's honest."

He laughed again, and this time you understood why the fans around him looked so helpless about it. Because it changed his whole face in a way that made him seem less far away than he probably should have been. For half a second, the noise around you softened. The crowd, the music, Mina's fingers still digging into your jacket, the people whispering his name, all of it moved somewhere behind you.

Then someone asked him for another photo. The moment closed, and he turned back to them with an easy politeness that looked practiced but not fake, leaning slightly so he could fit into the frame. You stepped back, suddenly aware that you had been standing too close to someone people were waiting to reach. Mina quickly dragged you away by the sleeve.

"Are you crazy?" she whispered, her eyes wide as she pulled you back into the thicker part of the crowd.

"What?" you asked, even though you already knew what she meant.

"You just called Jungkook cute like an old man."

"I panicked, okay?"

"You?" Mina pointed at you like you were on trial. "Panicked? You basically bullied him."

"I gave him napkins though."

"You told him he was bleeding attention."

"Because he is."

Mina stared at you like she was trying to decide whether to be horrified or proud. Behind you, the crowd cheered again, you turned your head once.

Jungkook was still there, but he was looking past the fans for a second, eyes moving over the people around him until they found you, it was brief. So brief you could have pretended it did not happen.

But then he lifted the napkins slightly, like a small thank you from across the crowd, and you, because you were tired and hungry and apparently committed to making questionable choices that night, lifted your hand back.

Not a full on-wave, it was barely on. Mina saw it and gasped like you had accepted a marriage proposal. "Shut up," you said immediately, turning away from the crowd before she could start.

"I didn't say anything."

"You are dramatic as hell."

"I have a right."

"You have a weird disease."

"Yeah," Mina said, falling into step beside you with a grin too pleased for your comfort, "and it's called witnessing destiny."

You groaned and started walking toward the food stalls before she could make it worse.

You thought about tteokbokki, your sore feet, the homework waiting for you at home, and the fact that tomorrow morning you would still have to wake up early like your life had not brushed against someone else's for five strange minutes in the middle of Hongdae.

Still, when you reached the end of the street, you looked back once, and there he was, watching the dancers again.

Long black coat, his dark hair over his eyes, and the spilled coffee cup still in one hand. The crowd still aware of him, but not yet impossible.

Mina bought you tteokbokki after that. You made sure she did, since you were literally starving.

The two of you ended up standing near a street stall with paper cups in your hands, steam rising between your faces while the sauce burned your tongue badly enough to make your eyes water. You kept eating anyway, shoulders slightly hunched against the evening air, because your stomach cared more about being full than being comfortable.

Mina, unfortunately, had not stopped looking at you. You felt her stare from the side before you even turned your head. "What?" you asked, poking at a rice cake with your toothpick while trying to sound more annoyed than tired.

Mina narrowed her eyes, her own cup held close to her chest like she had completely forgotten she was supposed to be eating from it. "You're acting too normal."

"Well, yes. It’s called eating," you said, lifting the rice cake toward your mouth like that explained everything.

"You just talked to Jeon Jungkook." Mina leaned closer as she said his name, lowering her voice even though the street was too loud for anyone to care.

"I gave him napkins." You chewed carefully, keeping your eyes on the food instead of her face.

"You called him cute."

"Like an old man." You pointed your toothpick at her, because somehow that felt like an important detail to defend.

"That makes it worse." Mina's mouth fell open a little, and she looked genuinely stressed on his behalf. "Why would you say that to him?"

You looked down at your tteokbokki, stirring the sauce around like the answer might be hiding in it. "I told you already, that I panicked."

"You did not panic." Mina let out a short laugh, shaking her head. "You looked him in the face and bullied him."

"I helped him first." You lifted your eyebrows at her. "That should cancel out the bullying."

"It doesn't." She took a bite, still watching you while she chewed, her eyes bright with the kind of excitement that made you want to walk away before she built a whole story from nothing.

You sighed and shifted your weight from one sore foot to the other. "It was five minutes, Mina."

"Five minutes is enough for a first impression," she said, pointing her toothpick at you like she was making a serious argument.

"It was not a first impression." You wiped a little sauce from the edge of your cup with your thumb, frowning at how sticky it had gotten. "It was me handing napkins to someone who spilled coffee."

"And making him laugh."

"People laugh when things are awkward."

Mina tilted her head, studying you more closely. "So you admit it was awkward."

"It was obviously awkward." You looked at her then, unable to stop yourself from sounding defensive. "A crowd was staring, you were wheezing behind me, and I accidentally called a famous person cute like an old man."

"I was not wheezing," Mina muttered, but she looked away too quickly for it to be convincing.

"You were basically losing air like a balloon."

"I was trying my best."

"You were embarrassing."

"You're the embarrassing one." She nudged your shoulder with hers, but her grin came back a second later, too pleased to be offended for long. "but still, he laughed."

You rolled your eyes and took another bite, mostly so you would not have to keep responding to that.

The truth was, it had been strange. Not in whatever Mina was probably already naming it in her head, just strange.

It was strange to see someone you had only ever seen through phone screens standing under streetlights like any other boy your age. Strange to watch people recognize him slowly, one by one, until the air around him changed. Strange to hear him say he was not that famous while a small crowd gathered close enough to prove him wrong. But strange did not mean important, at least, not to you.

Mina kept talking while you finished your food, her words tumbling out between bites.

"He looked tired though," she said after a moment, her voice softer this time as she glanced back toward the direction you had come from.

"You think?" you asked, following her gaze only briefly before looking back at your cup.

"Of course. Poor boy, so young and has been working since the age of fourteen." Mina's expression shifted, the excitement dimming into something more thoughtful. "He smiled and everything, but yeah. He looked tired."

You nodded once, because that part was hard to argue with. "He's working," you said, pushing a rice cake around the bottom of your cup. "People look tired when they work."

Mina looked at you with a small frown. "You say that like you're fifty."

"I do feel fifty." You straightened your back a little, wincing when your feet reminded you how long you had been standing all day.

"You're eighteen, Y/N."

"My feet make me feel like I'm fifty."

That made Mina laugh again, louder this time, and the conversation finally loosened away from him. She started complaining about her ex, then about her classes, then about how the tteokbokki was too spicy even though she was the one who chose the stall. You listened with half your attention, answering when you needed to, letting the city noise fill the spaces between you.

By the time you left Hongdae, your phone was nearly dead, your jacket smelled like smoke from the grill, and your bag felt twice as heavy as it had when you arrived.

Mina walked with you to the bus stop, still too awake for someone who had spent the whole night being dramatic.

"Text me when you get home," she said, stopping beside the bus sign and pulling her cardigan tighter around herself.

You glanced at her. "Don't start sending me edits of him at three in the morning."

"I wasn't going to." Mina looked offended for exactly one second before her face betrayed her.

"You were."

"I might send if Instagram blesses me with some."

"You're sick, no."

"I'm supportive of him."

"You're unemployed in the head." You stepped closer to the curb when your bus appeared down the road, headlights turning the wet pavement pale.

Mina gasped softly, pressing a hand to her chest. "You're so rude and mean after being fed."

"I'm mean because I'm so tired."

When the bus finally pulled up, you climbed on and found a seat near the window. Mina stood outside with both hands wrapped around the strap of her bag, still smiling like she had seen something much bigger happen than what had actually happened.

"Don't dream about Jungkook," you called through the glass once the door shut, knowing she probably could not hear you clearly anyway.

Mina cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted something back. You could not hear it over the engine, but from the shape of her mouth, you were pretty sure it had the words old man in it.

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling a little when the bus pulled away, and after that, the ride home was quiet.

Seoul looked different from the bus window after Hongdae. The bright streets slowly thinned into quieter roads, convenience stores glowing on corners, apartment windows lit in scattered squares, and people walking home alone with their shoulders curled inward against the cold. You leaned your head against the glass, your body was finally realizing how exhausted it was.

For most of the ride, you thought about practical things.

- Whether your phone would survive long enough for you to text Mina.

- Whether you have enough money on your transit card for tomorrow.

- Whether your uniform shirt would smell too much like coffee if you wore it one more time before washing it.

- Whether the landlord would notice if the rent came two days late.

- Whether anyone back in Daegu had tried calling while your phone was silenced.

Hongdae already felt far away by the time your stop came. Folded into the kind of night you knew you would be telling as a funny story later and Mina would make it bigger every time she repeated it, and you would correct her every time because that was how the two of you worked.

Your building was quiet when you reached it. It was the kind of place people passed without looking twice, narrow and plain, with old stairs that made too much noise no matter how carefully you climbed them. The hallway always smelled faintly like detergent, dust, and someone's instant noodles from behind a closed door.

You unlocked your door as quietly as possible, slipped off your shoes, and stepped inside. No one had left the light on, no one had cooked for you, and no one called from another room to ask why you were late.

Your place was exactly how you had left it that morning: a small bed pushed against the wall, a folding table covered in textbooks and receipts, a half-dry uniform shirt hanging near the window, and a cup of convenience-store instant rice sitting beside two unopened packs of seaweed.

Independent sounded better when people said it from the outside, but inside, it mostly meant you ate dinner alone and learned how to stretch money until it felt personal.

You dropped your bag beside the bed, plugged in your phone, and sat on the floor while the screen struggled back to life. For a second, you just stared at the black screen, waiting.

Part of you expected missed calls, but the other part of you hoped there were none. And when your phone finally lit up, there were no calls from home, just Mina. A lot of Mina, actually.

Mina: I FOUND PICS Mina: HE REALLY WAS THERE Mina: THE NAPKINS ARE HISTORICAL NOW Mina: wait Mina: omg Mina: I THINK UR HAND IS IN ONE OF THEM

You stared at the screen, too tired to react properly.

Then you opened the photo she sent.

It was blurry, taken from somewhere behind the crowd, but there he was under the Hongdae lights, long black coat, dark hair falling over his forehead, head slightly lowered as he accepted napkins from someone just outside the frame.

You could not see your face, only your hand, your sleeve, and the edge of your bag. Nothing important enough for anyone to notice.

you: that could be anyone

Mina replied before you could even put the phone down.

Mina: but it's not anyone Mina: it's napkin girl aka u

You stared at the nickname for a second, then made a face at your screen.

you: never call me that again Mina: too late Mina: history with an idol named u

You locked your phone and tossed it onto the bed.

For a while, you sat there in the quiet room, listening to the distant sound of traffic outside your window and the faint hum of the mini fridge near your desk. Your room always sounded bigger at night, which was funny because it was barely big enough for you and your bad decisions.

On the folding table, your textbooks sat open beside a receipt you had been avoiding since morning.

Behind them was a small photo you had brought from Daegu, half-hidden under a notebook because looking at it too often made you feel too many things at once. So, you did not pick it up, you didn't need to. You knew the faces in it better than anything in Seoul.

You’d told yourself leaving home would make breathing easier. Sometimes it did. Sometimes it just made the silence louder—and, to be quite frank, it was sad too.

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IS IT OVER NOW? | JEON JUNGKOOK

PART 1

No titles, no descriptions, and absolutely no strings attached, that were the invisible rules of their secret bond. But a month-long tour changes everything, transforming a routine hookup into a heavy, agonizing attachment. Stranded in the silence of unknown feelings, the physical distance forces them to think about what they’ve actually become.

Pairing : idol! Jk x f.reader

Genre : fwb, smut, 18+, miscommunication, unrequited love.

LET ME KNOW || JJK

pairing: 2016!jungkook x reader / 2026!jungkook x reader

genre: angst, romance, idol au, slow burn, second chance

warnings: heartbreak, harsh breakup, miscommunication, mature themes later, explicit language

summary:

You were never supposed to become Jeon Jungkook's secret.

In 2016, you meet him by accident in Hongdae, back when BTS is still rising and Jungkook is still shy enough to blush when you tease him. What starts with spilled coffee, napkins, and late-night texts turns into a love neither of you are ready for.

But when his career begins to rise, loving him becomes dangerous. So you leave him with one lie.

"I used you."

Ten years later, Jungkook still remembers everything.

And this time, he doesn't know if he wants answers...

or revenge.

A/N:

hi! this is my first time posting on here so this might be a little messy </3

this story will have chapters and will mostly take place in 2016 for a while before switching to present time in 2026, a ten year gap.

this story was mainly inspired by the c-drama Never Ending Summer, though i changed a lot of details and kept Jungkook as an idol.

this is fiction and does not represent Jungkook or any of the other BTS members mentioned. it does not reflect their real-life personalities.

happy reading <3

divider: @uzmacchiato

PROLOGUE

The first time you broke Jungkook's heart, he was fifteen minutes away from stepping into an interview smiling for a camera.

His makeup artist was standing in front of him with a small brush in her hand, trying to fix the soft crease under his eye where exhaustion had started to show, and his manager was near the door, checking the schedule for the third time that afternoon. There were too many people in the dressing room, too many voices, too many lights reflected in the mirror, but Jungkook had stopped listening to all of it the moment your name appeared on his phone.

you: hey

he smiled before he could stop himself.

It was small, almost embarrassing, the kind of smile he only got when it was you. Not the one people took pictures of, not the one he used when someone told him to look happy, but the real one, the one that made him look younger than he was and softer than he should have been with so many people watching him.

kookie<3: hey baby kookie<3: you okay?

Across the city, you stared at the message until your eyes burned.

That was the problem with Jungkook, he always asked that first. Not what you wanted, not why you were texting him so suddenly, not whether you knew he was busy. Just whether you were okay, like your feelings still came before the interview, before the group, before the career everyone around him was trying so hard to protect and that made your phone felt heavy in your hand.

On the table beside you was the envelope they had given you, full of printed photos you wished you had never seen. You and Jungkook leaving the same building. Jungkook looking down at you in the parking lot with his hoodie pulled low. His hand around your wrist. Your face turned toward his chest because you had been laughing at something he whispered.

Proof

That was what they called it.

Not memories, not moments, and most definitely not love.

You swallowed, but your throat still hurt.

you: i need to tell u something

His reply came almost immediately.

kookie<3: okay kookie<3: what happened? kookie<3: did someone say something to you?

You closed your eyes. He already knew something was wrong, of course he did, he knew you better than anyone by now.

you: are u busy? you: i know this is probably a bad time

In the dressing room, Jungkook glanced at the clock.

Fifteen minutes

He had fifteen minutes before he had to walk into an interview and act like he was fine, like he had slept enough, like his whole life was not being pulled in ten different directions at once. Still, he texted you back.

kookie<3: i have an interview in 15 kookie<3: but i can talk kookie<3: what is it? kookie<3: we can meet after if it's serious

Your fingers trembled, and for one stupid second, you almost said yes.

You almost let yourself believe there could be an after. That you could meet him later, hear his voice, look at his face, and somehow he would fix this the way he always tried to fix everything between you. He would tell you not to be scared, that the company didn't get to decide who he loved. He would probably get angry, reckless, emotional, and young in the way he still was when it came to you.

And that was exactly why they had come to you instead of him.

Because Jungkook would choose you.

And they had made sure you understood what that choice could cost him.

you: no you: i'll just say it now you: i want us to break up

For a moment, there was nothing. Then—

kookie<3: lol

You pressed your fist against your mouth.

you: ?

kookie<3: that's not funny yn you: im not joking

In the mirror, Jungkook's smile disappeared.

His makeup artist paused a little, meanwhile his manager kept talking near the door, unaware that something inside Jungkook had gone still so suddenly it was almost visible.

kookie<3: what? kookie<3: what are you talking about? kookie<3: why?

You looked at the envelope again. The photos, the warning, the way his manager had looked at you like you were not a person, but a risk.

If you really care about him, you'll let him focus. You know what this could do to him, to the group. He's young, Y/N. He'll choose emotionally, you need to be the mature one.

Your eyes filled with tears, but your messages had to be cruel. Cruel enough to make him let go.

you: i can't do this anymore kookie<3: do what? kookie<3: us? you: yes you: us you: you you: everything kookie<3: did i do something? kookie<3: just tell me what i did and i'll fix it

That almost broke you, because you knew he meant it.

He would have fixed anything except the one thing he could not change: who he was becoming.

you: you didn't do anything kookie<3: then why are you doing this?

You stared at the screen for a long time, then you proceeded to type the lie that would ruin you both.

you: because i used you

The typing bubble appeared, disappeared, and then appeared again.

kookie<3: what?

Your tears slipped down before you could stop them.

you: i used you you: i liked being close to you you: i liked feeling special because you chose me you: but now i can't handle it anymore kookie<3: stop kookie<3: don't say that you: it's true kookie<3: no it's not kookie<3: you're lying kookie<3: why are you lying to me?

You covered your mouth, forcing yourself not to sob loud enough for anyone outside the room to hear.

He knew you way too well, that was the cruelest part.

you: im not lying you: i thought i could handle your life you: your career you: the group you: all the hiding you: but i can't kookie: baby call me kookie: please kookie: just call me and say this you: no kookie<3: why?

Your thumb hovered over the screen. You should not have answered that, you needed to stay cold. You should have remembered every word they told you, every photo in the envelope, every threat hidden under their polite voices.

But you were still you and he was still him, so one piece of truth slipped out.

you: because if i hear your voice i won't be able to do it

Jungkook stood up so fast the chair rolled back behind him making his manager turned. "Jungkook?"

kookie<3: do what? kookie<3: yn kookie<3: do what? kookie<3: don't do this kookie<3: not like this

You locked your phone, but it lit up again immediately. His caller ID filled the screen. Again, again, and again. And you let it ring until the sound felt like punishment.

In the dressing room, someone told Jungkook they had five minutes, meanwhile someone else adjusted his jacket, his manager lowered his voice and told him they needed to move.

Jungkook only stared at his phone, waiting for you to answer, waiting for the girl he loved to take back the worst thing she had ever said to him. But you didn't.

So fifteen minutes later, he walked into the interview with a perfect smile and a heart so heavy that he didn't know what to do with.

And you sat alone with his unanswered calls in your hand, knowing you had just become the villain in his story so he could still become the star he was meant to be.

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