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rule number four | j.jk 01.

pairing: playboy!jk x heartbreaker!reader

genre: enemies to lovers, enemies with benefits, angst, fluff.

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol. (more to be added through the chaps).

summary: to save his reputation and dodge his obsessed ex kendall, campus playboy jeon jungkook begs his worst enemy—you, the ultimate heartbreaker—to be his fake girlfriend. you agree for the drama and low-key attraction, but force him into a strict set of rules to keep control of the game.

there were three clear rules at north shore high. first, don’t get in any trouble. second, don’t do anything weird that could spark gossip. and third, don’t even think about getting involved with the campus’s most feared yet wanted playboy, jeon jungkook—or the pretty girl who only exists to blind you and break your poor heart.

you were known in a lot of ways: the preppy girl, the pretty girl, the pick-me. the sluttiest girl on campus—not even close to true, but okay, whatever you say, bitch. but above everything else, everyone knew you as angelic on the outside and pure evil on the inside. in other words, the ultimate heartbreaker.

it wasn’t your fault that every guy who tried talking to you was an absolute, brainless asshole. they honestly thought that after one short conversation or a couple of quick make-out sessions, you were automatically a couple.

you hated the entire concept of a serious relationship. you valued your alone time and your complete freedom to do whatever you wanted without having to explain yourself to anyone. giving updates, checking in, dealing with jealousy—it was all just draining and boring. you much preferred messing with people, having a good time, and then giving them a sweet "goodbye, i hope i never see your ugly face again."

naturally, everyone on campus constantly wondered: would there ever be someone who could actually change your mind? like those ridiculous romance books where even the biggest player falls for the one girl who softens his heart and flips his entire worldview upside down. you completely despised that idea. to you, it was just fake bullshit the world tried to normalize to push people into codependent relationships.

but of course, people couldn’t stop talking. and after endless speculation, everyone somehow reached the exact same conclusion: the only person who could ever stand a chance against you was none other than the campus playboy himself, jeon jungkook.

you had to admit, a tiny, very buried part of you thought the idea wasn’t entirely terrible. i mean, let’s be real for a second—that man was absurdly, offensively hot from every single angle. those broad shoulders, those sleeve tattoos, and those thick muscles were breathtaking, and you couldn't help but wonder how those heavy biceps would feel wrapped tightly around your neck—oops, intrusive thoughts, moving on.

putting his looks aside, he was an absolute asshole. the literal definition of an idiot in full 3d high-definition. every single time he had the chance to annoy you or make your life a living hell, he took it with his whole soul.

yet, here you were. guess who was currently on his knees begging you to be his fake girlfriend? yep, you guessed it: jeon jungkook, your fucking hot rival.

now, why were you guys even rivals in the first place? simple: you were both used to being the undisputed top dog, and neither of you could stand sharing the spotlight. if you threw a party, he’d throw a bigger one the exact same night just to steal your crowd. if he set his eyes on a high-status table at lunch, you’d steal it five minutes before he even got there, giving him a sweet little wave while popping your bubblegum. it was a non-stop, petty-as-fuck ego war. you both treated every hallway like a arena, constantly trying to out-smart, out-dress, and utterly humiliate each other in front of the entire school. losing to him was literally not an option in your vocabulary.

so to understand how you ended up trapped in this ridiculous scenario with your worst enemy, we have to go back a bit.

jungkook always had a line of girls—if not the entire female population of the school—chasing after him. he was popular, rich, stupidly good-looking, and actually pretty charming if you ever engaged in small talk with him. at parties, he was always surrounded by a crowd, usually flanked by girls desperate to hook up with him. and honestly, who was he to say no to free attention?

the key detail here, though? he was never single for long. like, ever. even if a girl knew she was option number one hundred on his list, she’d still jump at the chance to officially date him.

which brings us to kendall. kendall was popular—not quite on your level or jungkook’s, but relevant enough. her popularity shot through the roof the second she landed jungkook. everyone with working eyes could tell he didn't give a single fuck about her, but she loved him with every fiber of her being. she was basically holding the entire relationship together with tape and prayer. jungkook cheated on her at least thirty times, and she still forgave him every single time—like, girl, please find an ounce of self-respect.

eventually, jungkook got so suffocated by her constant nagging and clingy behavior that he officially dumped her. he was sick of having her follow him around like a desperate puppy, so he cut the cord and didn't look back.

of course, because the school loved dragging your name into literally everything, a massive rumor started spreading the second they broke up. people were convinced that he ended things with kendall because of you—that he had secretly fallen for you and dropped her the second he had a shot.

the second kendall heard the rumors, she went running straight back to jungkook, sobbing and begging him to take her back. she even promised she’d change, swearing she’d act just like you if that’s what it took to keep him. jungkook literally just laughed in her face and walked away, leaving her completely humiliated in front of half the student body.

but it didn't stop there. kendall took her obsession to a terrifying new level. she started copying everything about you—your outfits, your makeup, the way you walked, the way you talked, your hair, even your sharp attitude. you didn't really care at first—people were always trying to copy you anyway—but now she was running around campus looking like your bootleg twin, still begging jungkook for a second chance.

and that’s when jungkook’s chaotic, desperate brain came up with a plan.

he was losing his absolute mind dealing with kendall, and he needed a way to shut her down permanently. since the entire school already believed the rumors about the two of you, he figured making you his fake girlfriend was the fastest, most believable way to get her off his back forever.

which brings us right back to the present moment: jeon jungkook, standing in front of you with a desperate look in his eyes, waiting for you to say yes to his insane proposition.

one second you were walking down the west hallway minding your own business, and the next, a heavy, ring-covered hand yanked you by the wrist into an empty, half-lit classroom. before you could even curse him out, the door clicked shut, locking you both inside.

jungkook pinned you back against the edge of a dusty teacher's desk. he stood stupidly close, crowding your personal space so completely that you had no choice but to inhale his scent—a mix of expensive woody cologne, fresh mint, and the cold leather of his jacket. in the dim light filtering through the blinds, you could see every single detail of his face: his long, dark lashes, those deep brown eyes, the silver piercing in his eyebrow, and the sharp, infuriatingly perfect line of his jaw.

he was looking directly into your eyes, drowning you in that heavy, intimidating gaze. he knew exactly what he was doing. he was a massive flirt and he was fully using every trick in his book to manipulate you into saying yes.

"please, come onnn," jungkook whined softly, getting even closer until his hot breath brushed directly against your cheek. his big, warm hands flew to your waist, his fingers digging lightly into your skin through your top.

you were used to guys trying shit like this with you—and honestly, you were used to it with him too—but this felt different. the air in the cramped classroom felt thick, heavy, and the tiny distance between your bodies was practically nonexistent.

"i really need your help with this," he murmured, shifting his head so his dark eyes locked onto yours again with that stupidly beautiful, desperate face. "i know you kinda want it... don't lie to yourself."

you scoffed loudly, forcing yourself to look away at the dusty whiteboard just to break his spell. "you're so full of yourself, aren't you?" you bit back, though your heart was hammering a pathetic, frantic rhythm against your ribs. you looked back at him, raising an eyebrow. "why does it have to be me? go beg someone else, jungkook. i'd honestly rather be with an old man than spend five minutes pretending to be with you."

jungkook just smirked at that, his eyes flashing with dark amusement. instead of backing off, he tightened his grip on your waist, pulling your hips completely flush against his. the heat radiating off him made your skin burn.

"stop lying. why are you trying so hard to play hard to get?" he whispered, leaning down so his lips brushed the shell of your ear, sending a shiver straight down your spine. "you know i always get what i want."

before you could snap back with something nasty, the loud, distinct sound of high heels came echoing down the hallway outside.

it was kendall. her voice was loud, desperate, and way too close to the door as she stopped anyone walking by to ask about him. "has anyone seen jungkook? he was literally just here..."

footsteps headed straight toward the classroom. you saw a shadow block the small glass window on the door, and the metallic door handle began to slowly turn.

jungkook’s eyes flickered toward the door for a fraction of a second. then, before you could even process what he was about to do, his hand flew up to cup your jawline, his heavy silver rings cold against your skin, and he slammed his lips directly onto yours.

your brain instantly short-circuited. you were completely used to make-out sessions and quick hookups, but this was absurdly, violently different. maybe it was because you had never kissed jungkook before, or maybe it was because the asshole was dangerously good at it.

his lips moved in a smooth, confident rhythm against yours, tilting his head to deepen the angle until you could taste the faint trace of mint on his tongue. his hands slid down from your jaw to your waist, pulling you so tight against his chest that you could feel the heavy, racing beat of his own heart. every few seconds, his fingers would squeeze your waist, sending tiny electric shocks straight to your stomach.

you weren't about to let him dominate you, though. this was still a war, and you refused to lose. instead of pulling back, you matched his pace, sliding your hands up his chest to wrap around his neck, dragging your palms over the cold leather of his jacket and tangling your fingers into the soft hair at the nape of his neck. he let out a low, muffled breath against your mouth, shifting his weight so you were pressed back even further against the desk.

and then, the classroom door creaked fully open.

from the corner of your eye, through the mess of your hair, you saw kendall standing frozen in the doorway. her mouth was slightly open, her eyes wide with total, unadulterated shock as she stared at the two of you making out like the world was ending.

the kiss itself was mind-blowing, but the sheer, petty satisfaction of watching kendall stand there, utterly crushed while looking like your bootleg twin, was the absolute best part.

jungkook clearly sensed her presence, but he didn't pull away. if anything, a slow, hidden smirk formed against your lips mid-kiss. he tilted his head again, deepening the kiss even more, his tongue sliding past your lips as he intentionally put on a show, letting her watch every single second of it.

it had been two days since that insane moment with jungkook—featuring kendall staring at you two like a ghost. two whole days, and you hadn’t responded to a single one of his texts. you had avoided him completely on campus, dodging him like the fucking plague.

you’re probably wondering what you actually answered him in that classroom—did you say yes or no to his fake girlfriend proposal? the truth is, you didn't even give him an actual answer. the second he ended the kiss, you just softly pulled away, looked back at kendall with the most condescending, smug smirk on your face, and strutted right out the door like nothing happened.

jungkook probably hated your guts in that exact moment—you literally left him completely alone to deal with a hysterical, crying kendall right after she watched you two swallow each other whole. but honestly? that sounded like a him problem.

bringing it back to the present, you were currently in your bedroom getting ready with your two best friends—karen and sharon—for a massive house party hosted by jackson wang. jackson was the definition of the ultimate popular guy: rich, insanely extroverted, and hosted parties that usually ended up with half the school passed out on his lawn. he was one of those guys who could talk to literally anyone, and somehow, everyone adored him.

you were sitting at your vanity putting the final touches on your eye makeup, while karen was behind you helping sharon curl her hair.

"girl," karen started, pausing the curling iron. "what the hell actually happened between you and jungkook on wednesday? people are saying kendall was yelling at him in the hallway like a crazy bitch, and your name was being cursed every two seconds."

sharon burst out laughing at that, shaking her head.

you just rolled your eyes and sighed, blending out your eyeshadow. "the idiot begged me to be his fake girlfriend so he could finally get rid of kendall chasing him like a desperate dog," you replied simply. "that little bitch is completely obsessed with both of us, it's embarrassing."

you stopped, holding your makeup brush in mid-air as a thought hit you. karen and sharon both froze, staring at you through the mirror with pure expectation.

you glanced at their reflections briefly. "...we kissed."

the entire room went dead silent. neither of the two girls moved a single muscle. now, they knew for a fact that you making out with a guy was nothing new—you did it whenever you felt like it—but doing it with jungkook was an entirely different universe.

sharon was the first one to break the silence, pointing her index finger straight at your reflection in the mirror.

"you," she paused, her eyes wide. "you and jungkook..." another dramatic pause. "kissed."

you just shrugged casually, but sharon wasn't letting it go.

"you kissed your goddamn rival," she practically shrieked. "the exact same guy you swore on your family's life you would never, ever touch!"

"okay, first of all, he actually kissed me," you corrected, turning around in your chair to face them with an unbothered smirk. "i just went along with it because kendall was standing right there watching us, and i wasn't about to let her see me look surprised. it was purely for the drama."

"purely for the drama my ass," karen laughed, crossing her arms. "so are you going to this party tonight as his fake girlfriend, or are you just gonna keep ignoring his fifty missed calls?"

"i haven't decided yet," you said, turning back to the mirror to apply your lip gloss. "it depends on how he behaves tonight," you smirked.

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the arrival at jackson’s house was pure chaos—just like always. the music was so ridiculously loud you could literally hear the bass pounding in your chest from four blocks down the street.

the front door was wide open, revealing a wall-to-wall crowd packed inside. people were making out in plain sight without a single bit of shame, forgotten plastic cups were scattered all over the floor, and a bunch of idiots were already jumping into the pool fully clothed, drinking and smoking like there was no tomorrow. you could only imagine what was going down upstairs in the bedrooms.

the second your heels hit the hardwood floor, your presence instantly caused a scene. every single eye in the living room snapped straight to you—partly because you looked insanely good, but mostly because of the whole messy situation with jungkook and kendall.

half the room started waving and calling out your name, while the rest just glared or hid behind their cups to whisper to each other. normally, you fed off that kind of attention and loved every second of it. but tonight, you found yourself scanning the crowded room, looking for the one specific pair of dark eyes that you actually wanted on you—and you couldn't find him anywhere.

whatever, what does it matter? just enjoy the night, bitch, you thought to yourself, taking a long sip of your drink. if he wanted you that bad to be his fake girlfriend, he needed to earn it. period.

you walked toward the kitchen, where a long wooden table was practically overflowing with half-empty bottles, questionable punch bowls, snacks, and a million discarded plastic cups. you pushed your way through the crowd, grabbed a clean glass, and filled it to the brim with... vodka? maybe. you weren't even sure what it was, but it looked expensive and fancy—and you liked everything fancy.

making your way outside to meet your friends—who were currently way too busy flirting with a bunch of basic, boring guys who weren't even close to being hot—a sudden weight dropped onto your shoulder. a heavy hand, cold silver rings pressing through the thin fabric of your top, softly grabbed you from behind.

"hey, miss ghost," he murmured right in your ear.

you turned around to look at him properly, rolling your eyes at the nickname. ghost? what a fucking joke. you looked up, taking him in. he was holding a drink in one hand and a lit cigarette dangling between his fingers in the other.

"how have you been? i've been texting you, but apparently you're so busy you can't even open my messages," he said, tilting his head with a raised eyebrow, looking down at you with that smug, expectant look on his face.

you clicked your tongue, instantly looking away to scan your surroundings. if people saw you two standing together in the middle of the kitchen like this, it would just feed those shitty, annoying rumors even more. then, your eyes caught a small, almost hidden door down the short hallway. the guest bathroom.

you looked back up at his stupidly symmetrical face. "let's go somewhere quieter. i don't want people seeing us talk right now," you muttered.

without waiting for an answer, you reached out and grabbed his wrist—his skin was warm against your manicured fingers—and dragged him down the hallway. you snatched the door handle, yanked him inside with you, and instantly clicked the lock shut so no one could stumble in and think dirty thoughts. ew.

jungkook clearly didn't expect you to pull a move like that. being locked alone inside a cramped bathroom with you in the middle of a massive party? yeah, he definitely wasn't complaining.

the bathroom was freezing, lit up by a harsh white light overhead. it was tiny, containing nothing but a toilet, a sink, a bar of soap, and a cheap air freshener. the lack of space forced the two of you to stand way closer than necessary, your shoulders practically touching.

he leaned back against the cold wall, crossing his thick arms over his chest and looking at you with pure amusement.

"you really dragged us into a bathroom? are you that desperate to be close to me?" he smirked, his eyes dropping to your lips for a split second before meeting your gaze again. "you could've just asked, baby."

you scoffed, throwing your hands onto your hips to mock him. "whatever helps you sleep at night, jungkook," you replied, letting out a loud sigh. "and don't ever call me baby. it's gross. ew."

he let out a dark little laugh, running a hand up through his messy dark hair. "so? what do you say? you never actually gave me an answer to my offer," he reminded you, stepping half an inch closer, waiting for a proper response.

honestly? it wasn't even that you didn't want to do it. in fact, the entire idea of being with him—even if it was totally fake—turned you on a little bit. because let's be real for a second: he was ridiculously hot. he was attentive when he wanted to be, attractive, buff, insanely hot—did i mention hot?—and according to every girl on campus, he was a mind-blowing kisser. and probably good at other things too, but whatever, blame the alcohol and hormones.

you turned your head to look at the large mirror beside you, scanning the stark contrast between the two of you in the bright light.

you were wearing a pink animal-print top that hugged every single curve of your figure, paired with black micro-shorts and matching knee-high boots. jungkook, on the other hand, was wearing an all-black fit: a plain black tee, black baggy jeans, and his signature black jacket. basic, but on him? deadly.

you had to admit, you looked fucking incredible standing next to each other. the bad boy and mean girl aesthetic actually matched way too well.

outside the door, the bass was thumping so loud the mirrors were vibrating, and you could hear people screaming over the music down the hall. after a heavy silence, you finally turned around and met his gaze.

"okay. i'll do it," you said.

the second the words left your mouth, his entire face literally lit up. his arrogant posture softened for a second, his mouth twitching into a massive, proud smile of pure relief.

"but first," you cut in sharply, stepping closer and raising a finger. "we need rules."

you had to make this strictly clear. this was not going to be an easy ride for him.

jungkook tilted his head back against the concrete wall, looking down at you with a amused, curious gaze. "why would we need rules? it's just gonna make it harder for people to believe us," he reasoned, not getting your point at all. to him, pretending to be obsessed with each other was simple—rules were just an annoying obstacle.

you shifted your weight to one leg, leaning your elbow against the edge of the sink and looking at him like he was stupid.

"i'm not having you all over me twenty-four-seven, so yeah, we need clear rules for this shit," you demanded, bossy as ever.

"rule number one: no unscripted pda in public," you said, crossing your arms over your chest. "you don't get to grab me, touch my waist, or act like some hopeless romantic until i give you the look first. and if you ever kiss me like you did in that classroom without warning, i will embarrass you in front of the entire school."

jungkook’s smile faded into a look of genuine disappointment, but you couldn't care less.

"second rule: everyone needs to think you begged for my attention, not that i fell for your stupid charm or whatever. you hold my jacket, you bring me my drinks, and you look at me like i hung the fucking moon." you locked eyes with him, slowly raising an eyebrow in challenge.

"and third: when we aren't performing for kendall or the rest of the school, we don't exist to each other. no late-night texts, no casual hangouts, and the most important rule of all..." you took one step forward, your boots clicking on the tile until you were standing right in his chest. "...if either of us starts catching real feelings, the deal is dead immediately."

jungkook stared down at you, letting out a low sigh. you were so bossy, arrogant, and annoying—and it turned him on so bad. you were never going to make anything easy for him, and he loved it.

"okay, boss. i accept your terms and conditions," he teased, his low voice vibrating in his chest.

he straightened up, pushing off the wall and stepping toward the door. he placed his hand on the metallic lock, looking over his shoulder at you with a dark, dangerous smirk.

"the second you step out of this bathroom, you're mine." jungkook said, turning the latch. "see ya out there, girlfriend."

you don't even want to imagine how would be the talk of the whole school when they finally find out that you are together—fuck.

another jungkook serie yeyy, hope you like it babes!! im going to try to upload the next parts quickly but I don't do promises ok don't be mad

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rule number four | j.jk 01.

pairing: playboy!jk x heartbreaker!reader

genre: enemies to lovers, enemies with benefits, angst, fluff.

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol. (more to be added through the chaps).

summary: to save his reputation and dodge his obsessed ex kendall, campus playboy jeon jungkook begs his worst enemy—you, the ultimate heartbreaker—to be his fake girlfriend. you agree for the drama and low-key attraction, but force him into a strict set of rules to keep control of the game.

there were three clear rules at north shore high. first, don’t get in any trouble. second, don’t do anything weird that could spark gossip. and third, don’t even think about getting involved with the campus’s most feared yet wanted playboy, jeon jungkook—or the pretty girl who only exists to blind you and break your poor heart.

you were known in a lot of ways: the preppy girl, the pretty girl, the pick-me. the sluttiest girl on campus—not even close to true, but okay, whatever you say, bitch. but above everything else, everyone knew you as angelic on the outside and pure evil on the inside. in other words, the ultimate heartbreaker.

it wasn’t your fault that every guy who tried talking to you was an absolute, brainless asshole. they honestly thought that after one short conversation or a couple of quick make-out sessions, you were automatically a couple.

you hated the entire concept of a serious relationship. you valued your alone time and your complete freedom to do whatever you wanted without having to explain yourself to anyone. giving updates, checking in, dealing with jealousy—it was all just draining and boring. you much preferred messing with people, having a good time, and then giving them a sweet "goodbye, i hope i never see your ugly face again."

naturally, everyone on campus constantly wondered: would there ever be someone who could actually change your mind? like those ridiculous romance books where even the biggest player falls for the one girl who softens his heart and flips his entire worldview upside down. you completely despised that idea. to you, it was just fake bullshit the world tried to normalize to push people into codependent relationships.

but of course, people couldn’t stop talking. and after endless speculation, everyone somehow reached the exact same conclusion: the only person who could ever stand a chance against you was none other than the campus playboy himself, jeon jungkook.

you had to admit, a tiny, very buried part of you thought the idea wasn’t entirely terrible. i mean, let’s be real for a second—that man was absurdly, offensively hot from every single angle. those broad shoulders, those sleeve tattoos, and those thick muscles were breathtaking, and you couldn't help but wonder how those heavy biceps would feel wrapped tightly around your neck—oops, intrusive thoughts, moving on.

putting his looks aside, he was an absolute asshole. the literal definition of an idiot in full 3d high-definition. every single time he had the chance to annoy you or make your life a living hell, he took it with his whole soul.

yet, here you were. guess who was currently on his knees begging you to be his fake girlfriend? yep, you guessed it: jeon jungkook, your fucking hot rival.

now, why were you guys even rivals in the first place? simple: you were both used to being the undisputed top dog, and neither of you could stand sharing the spotlight. if you threw a party, he’d throw a bigger one the exact same night just to steal your crowd. if he set his eyes on a high-status table at lunch, you’d steal it five minutes before he even got there, giving him a sweet little wave while popping your bubblegum. it was a non-stop, petty-as-fuck ego war. you both treated every hallway like a arena, constantly trying to out-smart, out-dress, and utterly humiliate each other in front of the entire school. losing to him was literally not an option in your vocabulary.

so to understand how you ended up trapped in this ridiculous scenario with your worst enemy, we have to go back a bit.

jungkook always had a line of girls—if not the entire female population of the school—chasing after him. he was popular, rich, stupidly good-looking, and actually pretty charming if you ever engaged in small talk with him. at parties, he was always surrounded by a crowd, usually flanked by girls desperate to hook up with him. and honestly, who was he to say no to free attention?

the key detail here, though? he was never single for long. like, ever. even if a girl knew she was option number one hundred on his list, she’d still jump at the chance to officially date him.

which brings us to kendall. kendall was popular—not quite on your level or jungkook’s, but relevant enough. her popularity shot through the roof the second she landed jungkook. everyone with working eyes could tell he didn't give a single fuck about her, but she loved him with every fiber of her being. she was basically holding the entire relationship together with tape and prayer. jungkook cheated on her at least thirty times, and she still forgave him every single time—like, girl, please find an ounce of self-respect.

eventually, jungkook got so suffocated by her constant nagging and clingy behavior that he officially dumped her. he was sick of having her follow him around like a desperate puppy, so he cut the cord and didn't look back.

of course, because the school loved dragging your name into literally everything, a massive rumor started spreading the second they broke up. people were convinced that he ended things with kendall because of you—that he had secretly fallen for you and dropped her the second he had a shot.

the second kendall heard the rumors, she went running straight back to jungkook, sobbing and begging him to take her back. she even promised she’d change, swearing she’d act just like you if that’s what it took to keep him. jungkook literally just laughed in her face and walked away, leaving her completely humiliated in front of half the student body.

but it didn't stop there. kendall took her obsession to a terrifying new level. she started copying everything about you—your outfits, your makeup, the way you walked, the way you talked, your hair, even your sharp attitude. you didn't really care at first—people were always trying to copy you anyway—but now she was running around campus looking like your bootleg twin, still begging jungkook for a second chance.

and that’s when jungkook’s chaotic, desperate brain came up with a plan.

he was losing his absolute mind dealing with kendall, and he needed a way to shut her down permanently. since the entire school already believed the rumors about the two of you, he figured making you his fake girlfriend was the fastest, most believable way to get her off his back forever.

which brings us right back to the present moment: jeon jungkook, standing in front of you with a desperate look in his eyes, waiting for you to say yes to his insane proposition.

one second you were walking down the west hallway minding your own business, and the next, a heavy, ring-covered hand yanked you by the wrist into an empty, half-lit classroom. before you could even curse him out, the door clicked shut, locking you both inside.

jungkook pinned you back against the edge of a dusty teacher's desk. he stood stupidly close, crowding your personal space so completely that you had no choice but to inhale his scent—a mix of expensive woody cologne, fresh mint, and the cold leather of his jacket. in the dim light filtering through the blinds, you could see every single detail of his face: his long, dark lashes, those deep brown eyes, the silver piercing in his eyebrow, and the sharp, infuriatingly perfect line of his jaw.

he was looking directly into your eyes, drowning you in that heavy, intimidating gaze. he knew exactly what he was doing. he was a massive flirt and he was fully using every trick in his book to manipulate you into saying yes.

"please, come onnn," jungkook whined softly, getting even closer until his hot breath brushed directly against your cheek. his big, warm hands flew to your waist, his fingers digging lightly into your skin through your top.

you were used to guys trying shit like this with you—and honestly, you were used to it with him too—but this felt different. the air in the cramped classroom felt thick, heavy, and the tiny distance between your bodies was practically nonexistent.

"i really need your help with this," he murmured, shifting his head so his dark eyes locked onto yours again with that stupidly beautiful, desperate face. "i know you kinda want it... don't lie to yourself."

you scoffed loudly, forcing yourself to look away at the dusty whiteboard just to break his spell. "you're so full of yourself, aren't you?" you bit back, though your heart was hammering a pathetic, frantic rhythm against your ribs. you looked back at him, raising an eyebrow. "why does it have to be me? go beg someone else, jungkook. i'd honestly rather be with an old man than spend five minutes pretending to be with you."

jungkook just smirked at that, his eyes flashing with dark amusement. instead of backing off, he tightened his grip on your waist, pulling your hips completely flush against his. the heat radiating off him made your skin burn.

"stop lying. why are you trying so hard to play hard to get?" he whispered, leaning down so his lips brushed the shell of your ear, sending a shiver straight down your spine. "you know i always get what i want."

before you could snap back with something nasty, the loud, distinct sound of high heels came echoing down the hallway outside.

it was kendall. her voice was loud, desperate, and way too close to the door as she stopped anyone walking by to ask about him. "has anyone seen jungkook? he was literally just here..."

footsteps headed straight toward the classroom. you saw a shadow block the small glass window on the door, and the metallic door handle began to slowly turn.

jungkook’s eyes flickered toward the door for a fraction of a second. then, before you could even process what he was about to do, his hand flew up to cup your jawline, his heavy silver rings cold against your skin, and he slammed his lips directly onto yours.

your brain instantly short-circuited. you were completely used to make-out sessions and quick hookups, but this was absurdly, violently different. maybe it was because you had never kissed jungkook before, or maybe it was because the asshole was dangerously good at it.

his lips moved in a smooth, confident rhythm against yours, tilting his head to deepen the angle until you could taste the faint trace of mint on his tongue. his hands slid down from your jaw to your waist, pulling you so tight against his chest that you could feel the heavy, racing beat of his own heart. every few seconds, his fingers would squeeze your waist, sending tiny electric shocks straight to your stomach.

you weren't about to let him dominate you, though. this was still a war, and you refused to lose. instead of pulling back, you matched his pace, sliding your hands up his chest to wrap around his neck, dragging your palms over the cold leather of his jacket and tangling your fingers into the soft hair at the nape of his neck. he let out a low, muffled breath against your mouth, shifting his weight so you were pressed back even further against the desk.

and then, the classroom door creaked fully open.

from the corner of your eye, through the mess of your hair, you saw kendall standing frozen in the doorway. her mouth was slightly open, her eyes wide with total, unadulterated shock as she stared at the two of you making out like the world was ending.

the kiss itself was mind-blowing, but the sheer, petty satisfaction of watching kendall stand there, utterly crushed while looking like your bootleg twin, was the absolute best part.

jungkook clearly sensed her presence, but he didn't pull away. if anything, a slow, hidden smirk formed against your lips mid-kiss. he tilted his head again, deepening the kiss even more, his tongue sliding past your lips as he intentionally put on a show, letting her watch every single second of it.

it had been two days since that insane moment with jungkook—featuring kendall staring at you two like a ghost. two whole days, and you hadn’t responded to a single one of his texts. you had avoided him completely on campus, dodging him like the fucking plague.

you’re probably wondering what you actually answered him in that classroom—did you say yes or no to his fake girlfriend proposal? the truth is, you didn't even give him an actual answer. the second he ended the kiss, you just softly pulled away, looked back at kendall with the most condescending, smug smirk on your face, and strutted right out the door like nothing happened.

jungkook probably hated your guts in that exact moment—you literally left him completely alone to deal with a hysterical, crying kendall right after she watched you two swallow each other whole. but honestly? that sounded like a him problem.

bringing it back to the present, you were currently in your bedroom getting ready with your two best friends—karen and sharon—for a massive house party hosted by jackson wang. jackson was the definition of the ultimate popular guy: rich, insanely extroverted, and hosted parties that usually ended up with half the school passed out on his lawn. he was one of those guys who could talk to literally anyone, and somehow, everyone adored him.

you were sitting at your vanity putting the final touches on your eye makeup, while karen was behind you helping sharon curl her hair.

"girl," karen started, pausing the curling iron. "what the hell actually happened between you and jungkook on wednesday? people are saying kendall was yelling at him in the hallway like a crazy bitch, and your name was being cursed every two seconds."

sharon burst out laughing at that, shaking her head.

you just rolled your eyes and sighed, blending out your eyeshadow. "the idiot begged me to be his fake girlfriend so he could finally get rid of kendall chasing him like a desperate dog," you replied simply. "that little bitch is completely obsessed with both of us, it's embarrassing."

you stopped, holding your makeup brush in mid-air as a thought hit you. karen and sharon both froze, staring at you through the mirror with pure expectation.

you glanced at their reflections briefly. "...we kissed."

the entire room went dead silent. neither of the two girls moved a single muscle. now, they knew for a fact that you making out with a guy was nothing new—you did it whenever you felt like it—but doing it with jungkook was an entirely different universe.

sharon was the first one to break the silence, pointing her index finger straight at your reflection in the mirror.

"you," she paused, her eyes wide. "you and jungkook..." another dramatic pause. "kissed."

you just shrugged casually, but sharon wasn't letting it go.

"you kissed your goddamn rival," she practically shrieked. "the exact same guy you swore on your family's life you would never, ever touch!"

"okay, first of all, he actually kissed me," you corrected, turning around in your chair to face them with an unbothered smirk. "i just went along with it because kendall was standing right there watching us, and i wasn't about to let her see me look surprised. it was purely for the drama."

"purely for the drama my ass," karen laughed, crossing her arms. "so are you going to this party tonight as his fake girlfriend, or are you just gonna keep ignoring his fifty missed calls?"

"i haven't decided yet," you said, turning back to the mirror to apply your lip gloss. "it depends on how he behaves tonight," you smirked.

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the arrival at jackson’s house was pure chaos—just like always. the music was so ridiculously loud you could literally hear the bass pounding in your chest from four blocks down the street.

the front door was wide open, revealing a wall-to-wall crowd packed inside. people were making out in plain sight without a single bit of shame, forgotten plastic cups were scattered all over the floor, and a bunch of idiots were already jumping into the pool fully clothed, drinking and smoking like there was no tomorrow. you could only imagine what was going down upstairs in the bedrooms.

the second your heels hit the hardwood floor, your presence instantly caused a scene. every single eye in the living room snapped straight to you—partly because you looked insanely good, but mostly because of the whole messy situation with jungkook and kendall.

half the room started waving and calling out your name, while the rest just glared or hid behind their cups to whisper to each other. normally, you fed off that kind of attention and loved every second of it. but tonight, you found yourself scanning the crowded room, looking for the one specific pair of dark eyes that you actually wanted on you—and you couldn't find him anywhere.

whatever, what does it matter? just enjoy the night, bitch, you thought to yourself, taking a long sip of your drink. if he wanted you that bad to be his fake girlfriend, he needed to earn it. period.

you walked toward the kitchen, where a long wooden table was practically overflowing with half-empty bottles, questionable punch bowls, snacks, and a million discarded plastic cups. you pushed your way through the crowd, grabbed a clean glass, and filled it to the brim with... vodka? maybe. you weren't even sure what it was, but it looked expensive and fancy—and you liked everything fancy.

making your way outside to meet your friends—who were currently way too busy flirting with a bunch of basic, boring guys who weren't even close to being hot—a sudden weight dropped onto your shoulder. a heavy hand, cold silver rings pressing through the thin fabric of your top, softly grabbed you from behind.

"hey, miss ghost," he murmured right in your ear.

you turned around to look at him properly, rolling your eyes at the nickname. ghost? what a fucking joke. you looked up, taking him in. he was holding a drink in one hand and a lit cigarette dangling between his fingers in the other.

"how have you been? i've been texting you, but apparently you're so busy you can't even open my messages," he said, tilting his head with a raised eyebrow, looking down at you with that smug, expectant look on his face.

you clicked your tongue, instantly looking away to scan your surroundings. if people saw you two standing together in the middle of the kitchen like this, it would just feed those shitty, annoying rumors even more. then, your eyes caught a small, almost hidden door down the short hallway. the guest bathroom.

you looked back up at his stupidly symmetrical face. "let's go somewhere quieter. i don't want people seeing us talk right now," you muttered.

without waiting for an answer, you reached out and grabbed his wrist—his skin was warm against your manicured fingers—and dragged him down the hallway. you snatched the door handle, yanked him inside with you, and instantly clicked the lock shut so no one could stumble in and think dirty thoughts. ew.

jungkook clearly didn't expect you to pull a move like that. being locked alone inside a cramped bathroom with you in the middle of a massive party? yeah, he definitely wasn't complaining.

the bathroom was freezing, lit up by a harsh white light overhead. it was tiny, containing nothing but a toilet, a sink, a bar of soap, and a cheap air freshener. the lack of space forced the two of you to stand way closer than necessary, your shoulders practically touching.

he leaned back against the cold wall, crossing his thick arms over his chest and looking at you with pure amusement.

"you really dragged us into a bathroom? are you that desperate to be close to me?" he smirked, his eyes dropping to your lips for a split second before meeting your gaze again. "you could've just asked, baby."

you scoffed, throwing your hands onto your hips to mock him. "whatever helps you sleep at night, jungkook," you replied, letting out a loud sigh. "and don't ever call me baby. it's gross. ew."

he let out a dark little laugh, running a hand up through his messy dark hair. "so? what do you say? you never actually gave me an answer to my offer," he reminded you, stepping half an inch closer, waiting for a proper response.

honestly? it wasn't even that you didn't want to do it. in fact, the entire idea of being with him—even if it was totally fake—turned you on a little bit. because let's be real for a second: he was ridiculously hot. he was attentive when he wanted to be, attractive, buff, insanely hot—did i mention hot?—and according to every girl on campus, he was a mind-blowing kisser. and probably good at other things too, but whatever, blame the alcohol and hormones.

you turned your head to look at the large mirror beside you, scanning the stark contrast between the two of you in the bright light.

you were wearing a pink animal-print top that hugged every single curve of your figure, paired with black micro-shorts and matching knee-high boots. jungkook, on the other hand, was wearing an all-black fit: a plain black tee, black baggy jeans, and his signature black jacket. basic, but on him? deadly.

you had to admit, you looked fucking incredible standing next to each other. the bad boy and mean girl aesthetic actually matched way too well.

outside the door, the bass was thumping so loud the mirrors were vibrating, and you could hear people screaming over the music down the hall. after a heavy silence, you finally turned around and met his gaze.

"okay. i'll do it," you said.

the second the words left your mouth, his entire face literally lit up. his arrogant posture softened for a second, his mouth twitching into a massive, proud smile of pure relief.

"but first," you cut in sharply, stepping closer and raising a finger. "we need rules."

you had to make this strictly clear. this was not going to be an easy ride for him.

jungkook tilted his head back against the concrete wall, looking down at you with a amused, curious gaze. "why would we need rules? it's just gonna make it harder for people to believe us," he reasoned, not getting your point at all. to him, pretending to be obsessed with each other was simple—rules were just an annoying obstacle.

you shifted your weight to one leg, leaning your elbow against the edge of the sink and looking at him like he was stupid.

"i'm not having you all over me twenty-four-seven, so yeah, we need clear rules for this shit," you demanded, bossy as ever.

"rule number one: no unscripted pda in public," you said, crossing your arms over your chest. "you don't get to grab me, touch my waist, or act like some hopeless romantic until i give you the look first. and if you ever kiss me like you did in that classroom without warning, i will embarrass you in front of the entire school."

jungkook’s smile faded into a look of genuine disappointment, but you couldn't care less.

"second rule: everyone needs to think you begged for my attention, not that i fell for your stupid charm or whatever. you hold my jacket, you bring me my drinks, and you look at me like i hung the fucking moon." you locked eyes with him, slowly raising an eyebrow in challenge.

"and third: when we aren't performing for kendall or the rest of the school, we don't exist to each other. no late-night texts, no casual hangouts, and the most important rule of all..." you took one step forward, your boots clicking on the tile until you were standing right in his chest. "...if either of us starts catching real feelings, the deal is dead immediately."

jungkook stared down at you, letting out a low sigh. you were so bossy, arrogant, and annoying—and it turned him on so bad. you were never going to make anything easy for him, and he loved it.

"okay, boss. i accept your terms and conditions," he teased, his low voice vibrating in his chest.

he straightened up, pushing off the wall and stepping toward the door. he placed his hand on the metallic lock, looking over his shoulder at you with a dark, dangerous smirk.

"the second you step out of this bathroom, you're mine." jungkook said, turning the latch. "see ya out there, girlfriend."

you don't even want to imagine how would be the talk of the whole school when they finally find out that you are together—fuck.

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take it back | k.th

pairing: ex!taehyung x reader

genre: angst to fluff, forgiveness, reconciliation.

warnings: alcohol mention, swearing, kissing.

summary: two exes play a stubborn game of pretend until he uses a "forgotten hoodie" as an excuse to break the silence—only to catch her hoarding it like her most prized possession, instantly shattering their facades and forcing them to admit they never stopped loving each other.

everyone talks about breakups like they’re something you just have to live through step-by-step—to feel everything you need to feel. but people always focus on the exact moment of the split, not the endless, exhausting months of actually trying to move on.

you were sick of it. tired of everyone telling you to just hate him, to delete his number, to force your brain to block out every single memory of taehyung. but did they really know how it felt? how utterly exhausting it was to sit through advice you couldn't possibly follow, pretending that a human heart has an off switch?

now, you found yourself sitting at a crowded bar with your friends, kaylee and ashlyn. even though it had been three months since you and taehyung called it quits, the weight of his absence still settled heavy against your chest every single day.

"what's with that face?" kaylee asked, leaning in to catch your gaze as it drifted, lost in thought.

your fingers were tracing slow, deliberate circles against the condensation on your glass. not even the alcohol was helping to quiet your overwhelmed brain.

hearing your best friend's voice pulled you back to the present. you blinked a few times to clear the haze, feeling the dull buzz of the drink settling in.

"ah... it's nothing," you paused, looking down at the amber liquid left at the bottom of your glass. "i was just thinking about... things," you murmured with a soft sigh. you closed your eyes for a brief second, but when you opened them, kaylee and ashlyn were already giving you knowing looks. "what?"

ashlyn, who was taking a sip from her drink, set her glass down against the cold surface of the bar's wooden counter. without a word, she reached across the space and gently took your hands in hers.

"are you thinking about him again?"

your breath caught slightly against your ribs. you bit your lip, staring down at your interlaced hands. you hated how painfully easy it was for them to read you.

"it's hard, you know?" you began after a long beat of silence, the noise of the bar fading into the background. "every time i tell myself that i'm finally moving on, he somehow finds a way back into my head."

a long, heavy sigh escaped your lips as the raw truth finally spilled out. maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just the safety of being with people who loved you, but you couldn't keep the walls up anymore.

"i'm just so tired of pretending that i don't care, or that i don't miss him," you confessed softly, your voice cracking slightly. "i just can't stop thinking about him."

kaylee and ashlyn exchanged a heavy, sympathetic look—that familiar, tired glance that showed just how much it hurt them to see you carrying such a heavy pain. they paused, silently agreeing on how to handle the fragile mood without invalidating your pain.

"we know you're having a hard time, which is why we keep dragging you out of the house," kaylee started gently, choosing her words with care. "but maybe... maybe you don't have to force yourself to stop thinking about him. maybe you just have to let those thoughts be there for a while. eventually, they stop hurting and just turn into something soft—something nostalgic."

"kaylee's right," ashlyn added, squeezing your hands reassuringly. "fighting the memories just makes them louder. missing him is just part of the process, too."

maybe they were right. instead of constantly fighting the ghosts of your past with taehyung, maybe you just needed to let the waves hit you until the storm ran out of rain.

you let out a deep breath, shaking your head to clear the heaviness before clicking your tongue.

"okay," you said, slapping your hands lightly against the cool wood of the table. "let's drink. i really need to clear my head tonight."

your best friends offered you warm, relieved smiles, picking up their glasses to join you.

"text us when you reach home!" kaylee shouted from the bar's tall door as you approached the taxi waiting just in front.

the cool breeze of mid-winter hit your face the second you stepped outside, biting at your cheeks and moving your hair every which way. as you slid into the back seat of the car, everything immediately felt different. lonelier. colder.

it was always in quiet, fragile moments like this that you missed him the most. you missed his warm, calloused hands taking yours, the way he would pull you against his chest on freezing nights, seeking your comfort and wrapping you up in his warmth until the chill vanished completely.

even now, you couldn't fully wrap your head around why you two had ended on such awful terms. it had started as a stupid, insignificant disagreement—the kind that should have blown over in a day. but neither of you had been willing to back down. neither of you wanted to "lose." so the argument just escalated, burning through every boundary until it tore everything apart and dragged you straight here, into this empty present.

the bright, blurred city lights flashed against your eyes through the car windows, which were heavy with fog from the freezing air outside. every passing streetlamp made your eyelids feel heavier, your head spinning a little more with every second that ticked by. you had definitely overdone it with the alcohol tonight.

the soft hum of the taxi's tires against the pavement and the low, muffled melody playing from the radio helped settle your stomach a bit, but nothing could quiet the loud, chaotic thoughts racing through your mind.

the moment the taxi pulled up to your building, you quietly thanked the old driver, paid your fare, and made your way toward your apartment. but as you stepped into the main hallway, you noticed that all the overhead lights were completely turned off. the pitch-black corridor felt eerily quiet and tense, the dark shadows stretching out in a way that made your skin prickle. to make matters worse, your phone had died in the cab without you realizing, leaving you without a flashlight to navigate.

the walk up the stairs and down the hall was a genuine challenge, considering you were tipsy and had notoriously terrible night vision. you blindly pressed a hand against the wall, trying to gauge how close you were to your front door.

suddenly, heavy footsteps echoed through the quiet hallway.

they were growing louder, rapidly closing the distance right behind you. trying not to panic, you fumbled in your bag and jammed your keys between your knuckles. if someone was actually trying to mug or attack you, at least you had a improvised weapon—or that was what your alcohol-clouded brain convinced you, anyway.

just as you reached your door, the footsteps were practically on top of you, moving fast. instincts took over, and as a second nature, you took off running down the dark hall—not very fast, given your state, but you gave it your best effort.

"hey, wait!"

a deep, painfully familiar voice cut through the darkness, making you freeze dead in your tracks.

this isn't happening. no, this is not real.

you turned on your heel, your chest heaving as you stared at the tall silhouette standing just a few feet away. was that... taehyung? you could tell instantly by the resonance of his voice and that signature scent of soft wood and vanilla lingering in the air, even if your eyes couldn't fully cut through the pitch blackness.

time felt like it completely stopped. your heart hammered wildly against your ribs, and your throat felt so tight it was hard to swallow. every trace of the alcohol's dizziness instantly vanished, replaced by an overwhelming surge of emotions you couldn't even name. nervousness? panic? absolute, aching longing?

"taehyung?" your voice came out as a broken, barely audible murmur.

after three solid months of absolute radio silence, you had almost managed to convince yourself that you were starting to forget that ridiculously pretty face of his—wait, scratch that, what the hell—that horrendous face of his. but even if you missed him to the point of physical chest pain, you were absolutely, under no circumstances, going to admit it. especially not with him standing right in front of you.

"hey..." he said softly, his deep voice thick with embarrassment and hesitation. you could hear the subtle shift in his breath—it was clearly killing him to stand this close to you and not pull you into a tight, crushing embrace. "um... how have you been doing?" he asked, desperately trying to fill the heavy, awkward silence that swallowed you both.

was he actually serious right now? what in the world was he doing at your apartment door at three in the morning, acting like this was just a casual run-in?

you certainly weren't going to make this easy for him. who did he think he was, turning up unannounced in the middle of the night and acting like everything was fine?

"what are you doing here?" the words bit out of your mouth, harsh and defensive.

taehyung inhaled sharply, the sound echoing in the quiet hall as he tried to gather his words to excuse himself. little bitch, your brain provided bitterly.

"...i actually, um," he swallowed hard, his silhouette shifting in the dark. "i texted you about an hour ago, but... you didn't reply," he muttered. you couldn't see his face clearly, but you knew him well enough to picture him fidgeting with the hem of his jacket or biting his bottom lip out of anxiety.

"my phone died on the way home," you replied dryly, keeping your posture as stiff and unbothered as possible. "is that why you came all the way here? because i didn't reply?" a bitter laugh escaped you as you scoffed. "you could've just waited until morning."

a long, suffocating beat of silence stretched between you in the dark hallway.

"what do you want, anyway?" you demanded, crossing your arms tightly. what could possibly be so urgent that he couldn't wait?

"ah... i see," he said after the long pause, letting out a slow, heavy breath that sounded full of defeat. "i actually... i want my hoodie back. that's why i came."

you froze, the silence falling over you this time.

his hoodie? the oversized grey knit one that you literally wore every single night when the ache of missing him became too much to handle? the one that still smelled like him no matter how many times you aired it out? oh, you were absolutely, 100% not giving that back.

"that's really why you came?" you rolled your eyes dramatically, staring past him at the pitch-black wall. "well, i already got rid of it. my apologies," you lied smoothly. you would give him back every single gift he ever bought you before you handed over that hoodie.

"what?" his tone shifted instantly, sharp and disbelief cracking through his voice. you could practically feel the heat of his rising frustration. "you threw it away? what the fuck, it was my favorite and you know it!"

you hummed softly, taking a sick kind of pleasure in his anger. "yes, i know. that's exactly why i did it," you taunted, loving how easily you could still push his buttons. "what? did anger catch your little feelings?" you scoffed softly. "i'm sorry, I guess."

silence. pure, heavy silence fell over the corridor again.

"what? cat got your tongue?" you poked at him, a sharp smirk hidden by the dark.

"i don't believe you," taehyung said suddenly, his voice dropping an octave as he took a firm, deliberate step closer to you. the sudden shift in proximity made your breath catch. "i'll only believe it if you let me go inside and confirm it myself."

your eyes widened in the gloom. "you want to come inside my apartment?" you gasped, utterly incredulous at his audacity. "so fucking stubborn..." you whispered under your breath. then, tempting fate, you asked, "what if i don't want you to? would you finally just go away?"

please say no. please, please say no.

"actually, no," he clicked his tongue, completely unbothered by your attitude. a beat of silence passed before his tone softened into something suspicious. "are you drunk? i can literally smell the alcohol from here."

"what's it to you?" you snapped, crossing your arms tighter over your chest and tilting your head up defensively. "do you think that when i'm sober i'm gonna let you in? hah, you wish."

"why are you so fucking mouthy?" he retaliated, a slight, sassy bite returning to his deep voice. "you haven't changed at all. still the exact same brat."

you scoffed loudly, offended. "and you're not? look at yourself before you go around saying things like that!" you threw right back at him, turning your body back toward your lock. "if you don't have anything else stupid to say, then i'm going inside."

you cast him one last glare in the dark before reaching for your door handle.

"no, wait—"

before you could turn the key, his fingers wrapped tightly around your wrist. the touch sent an absolute shockwave straight up your arm, completely shattering your composure. another heavy, breathless pause fell over both of you, and you could swear there were literal electric sparks flying in the air between your eyes.

"i... actually," taehyung swallowed hard, his voice suddenly losing all its bite and dropping into something deeply fragile, almost desperate. "can we talk? please?"

he stared intensely down into your eyes, his grip around your wrist tightening—not enough to hurt you, because he would never hurt you, but just enough to keep you grounded right there with him.

"about everything..." he whispered.

you felt your heart completely stop. every single snappy comeback, every bit of petty anger, and every artificial wall you had built up over the last three months evaporated into thin air. all that remained was the weight of his gaze—the exact gaze you had cried yourself to sleep missing for ninety days straight.

"i..." you let out a long, shuddering sigh, finally letting your posture slump as you surrendered. "okay. let me open the door... let's go inside and talk."

the you from a few hours ago would have sworn that the second you reached home, you’d be a crying mess alone in your bed, hugging taehyung's hoodie for comfort. but fate definitely had a very different path laid out for you tonight.

how could you even begin to explain that right now you were crying—just as you thought you would be—but with one massive difference? you weren't alone.

how did you end up breaking down on taehyung's chest—your ex's chest—in the absolute middle of the night? pouring all your hot, heavy tears onto his soft shirt while he just let you, wrapped completely around you like a thick, warm blanket in the dead of a freezing winter?

you felt awful, honestly. after all, you were still tipsy, your head spinning lazily and a dull ache sitting in your stomach from the alcohol. but on top of the physical mess, you had been holding back an entire ocean of tears ever since that heavy conversation with your friends at the bar. the moment taehyung had pulled you inside and sat down next to you on the couch, the fragile dam inside you had simply shattered.

after a few long minutes, the heavy sobbing finally started to subside. your ragged breathing slowly decreased its velocity, settling into a quiet, rhythmic rise and fall against his chest. and taehyung noticed immediately. of course he did—he always, always noticed every little shift in you.

his long fingers moved to the back of your head, slowly and tenderly caressing your hair, while his other hand rested firmly at your waist, tracing slow, comforting circles against your skin through your clothes.

"are you feeling better?" he asked softly, his low voice vibrating right through his chest and into your cheek as he slightly pulled you closer.

if anyone were to ask taehyung what he had missed the most over these grueling three months, he would say moments like this without having to think twice.

you let out a low, muffled hum in agreement, nuzzling your face deeper into the warm crook of his neck. you had just missed him so much it felt like a physical ache in your ribs.

a long, peaceful beat of silence passed between you. it wasn't awkward in the slightest—in fact, it was the complete opposite. it was quiet, heavy with unspoken relief, and comfortable in a way only the two of you could ever be.

taehyung let out a soft, trembling sigh—a sound filled with overwhelming longing, relief, and the pure happiness of having you back in his arms.

"i'm really sorry for how we ended things," he started quietly, taking a deep, steadying breath. "i didn't mean to be so stubborn and full of myself. i just... i don't know what happened to me in that moment. i was just really pissed off and stupid," he admitted softly, a gentle, fond smile creeping onto his face as he looked down at how you were practically disappearing into his chest.

you felt the familiar, painful lump in your throat return, fresh tears threatening to spill over your eyelashes. everything was just so overwhelming, so raw and intense right now. your breath became uneven all over again.

"it's okay... i'm sorry too," you managed to choke out, your voice breaking slightly against his skin. "i shouldn't have said those harsh things back then. you know i didn't really mean any of it."

taehyung shifted his weight, tilting his head back so he could get a clear look at your tear-stained face. a blooming, golden warmth flushed straight through his system.

"i understand," he murmured softly. "i didn't mean anything i said either."

he reached up, his large, warm hand carefully cupping your cheek so you had no choice but to look at him. the sudden, direct contact of his palm against your flushed skin sent a sharp wave of electricity straight down your spine.

for a few breathless seconds, your eyes locked in the dim light of the apartment. all your mixed emotions, chaotic thoughts, and racing heartbeats seemed to synchronize in the space between your faces.

taehyung lowered his gaze briefly down to your lips, his body leaning in just an inch closer. then he looked back up into your eyes, silently and tenderly asking for your permission.

you gave a small, barely visible nod, your own eyes fluttering down to his lips before closing completely—closing both your eyes and the last bit of agonizing distance left between you.

the exact moment you felt his soft, familiar lips touch yours, fresh tears spilled over your cheeks. they weren't tears of sadness or regret this time; it was pure, unadulterated nostalgia and relief. the kiss was impossibly sweet, unhurried, slow, and deliberate—a quiet reunion of two people who had been starving for each other.

taehyung's hand gently slid from your cheek to the back of your head, pulling you in deeper, while your hands reached blindly for his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt like a anchor.

the kiss lingered for a few more magical seconds before taehyung was the first to pull back just a fraction. he rested his forehead against yours, smiling sweetly into the dark as his hands traveled down to find yours, lacing your fingers together.

"i missed you so much i can't even explain it," he admitted softly, his voice thick with emotion as he pulled you back into a tight, protective hug. "i ached for you. literally."

a soft, genuine smile finally bloomed across your face.

"i missed you too, tata," you whispered back, using the old, cherished nickname you had given him when you first started dating years ago.

taehyung's breath hitched, a bright smile lighting up his face the second he heard that name fall from your lips. he leaned back against the plush cushions of the couch, dragging you right along with him until you were completely tangled together.

time just melted away as the two of you stayed wrapped in each other's arms, completely swallowed by the warmth of the apartment and each other's presence.

"...you know," you started after a long while, your voice low and sweet against his neck. "i actually didn't throw your hoodie away. i keep it right by my bed and wear it whenever i miss you," you admitted softly, instantly burying your burning face into his neck as embarrassment flushed over you.

taehyung just let out a quiet, chest-rumbling laugh, his arms tightening around your waist. "i knew it. you would never throw it away, even if you hated me the most."

why did he have to know you so painfully well?

"i love you," he confessed gently, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of your head before tilting his chin to look down at you.

you smiled against the warm skin of his neck, your fingers gripping his shirt a little tighter.

"i love you too," you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the exact sweet spot on his neck.

note: hiii my loves, I hope you like this one-shot of taehyung!! it's actually inspired by the song "hoodie" by hey violet. love y'all perm taglist: @someone-sss

[mokkaccinnos]

take it back | k.th

pairing: ex!taehyung x reader

genre: angst to fluff, forgiveness, reconciliation.

warnings: alcohol mention, swearing, kissing.

summary: two exes play a stubborn game of pretend until he uses a "forgotten hoodie" as an excuse to break the silence—only to catch her hoarding it like her most prized possession, instantly shattering their facades and forcing them to admit they never stopped loving each other.

everyone talks about breakups like they’re something you just have to live through step-by-step—to feel everything you need to feel. but people always focus on the exact moment of the split, not the endless, exhausting months of actually trying to move on.

you were sick of it. tired of everyone telling you to just hate him, to delete his number, to force your brain to block out every single memory of taehyung. but did they really know how it felt? how utterly exhausting it was to sit through advice you couldn't possibly follow, pretending that a human heart has an off switch?

now, you found yourself sitting at a crowded bar with your friends, kaylee and ashlyn. even though it had been three months since you and taehyung called it quits, the weight of his absence still settled heavy against your chest every single day.

"what's with that face?" kaylee asked, leaning in to catch your gaze as it drifted, lost in thought.

your fingers were tracing slow, deliberate circles against the condensation on your glass. not even the alcohol was helping to quiet your overwhelmed brain.

hearing your best friend's voice pulled you back to the present. you blinked a few times to clear the haze, feeling the dull buzz of the drink settling in.

"ah... it's nothing," you paused, looking down at the amber liquid left at the bottom of your glass. "i was just thinking about... things," you murmured with a soft sigh. you closed your eyes for a brief second, but when you opened them, kaylee and ashlyn were already giving you knowing looks. "what?"

ashlyn, who was taking a sip from her drink, set her glass down against the cold surface of the bar's wooden counter. without a word, she reached across the space and gently took your hands in hers.

"are you thinking about him again?"

your breath caught slightly against your ribs. you bit your lip, staring down at your interlaced hands. you hated how painfully easy it was for them to read you.

"it's hard, you know?" you began after a long beat of silence, the noise of the bar fading into the background. "every time i tell myself that i'm finally moving on, he somehow finds a way back into my head."

a long, heavy sigh escaped your lips as the raw truth finally spilled out. maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just the safety of being with people who loved you, but you couldn't keep the walls up anymore.

"i'm just so tired of pretending that i don't care, or that i don't miss him," you confessed softly, your voice cracking slightly. "i just can't stop thinking about him."

kaylee and ashlyn exchanged a heavy, sympathetic look—that familiar, tired glance that showed just how much it hurt them to see you carrying such a heavy pain. they paused, silently agreeing on how to handle the fragile mood without invalidating your pain.

"we know you're having a hard time, which is why we keep dragging you out of the house," kaylee started gently, choosing her words with care. "but maybe... maybe you don't have to force yourself to stop thinking about him. maybe you just have to let those thoughts be there for a while. eventually, they stop hurting and just turn into something soft—something nostalgic."

"kaylee's right," ashlyn added, squeezing your hands reassuringly. "fighting the memories just makes them louder. missing him is just part of the process, too."

maybe they were right. instead of constantly fighting the ghosts of your past with taehyung, maybe you just needed to let the waves hit you until the storm ran out of rain.

you let out a deep breath, shaking your head to clear the heaviness before clicking your tongue.

"okay," you said, slapping your hands lightly against the cool wood of the table. "let's drink. i really need to clear my head tonight."

your best friends offered you warm, relieved smiles, picking up their glasses to join you.

"text us when you reach home!" kaylee shouted from the bar's tall door as you approached the taxi waiting just in front.

the cool breeze of mid-winter hit your face the second you stepped outside, biting at your cheeks and moving your hair every which way. as you slid into the back seat of the car, everything immediately felt different. lonelier. colder.

it was always in quiet, fragile moments like this that you missed him the most. you missed his warm, calloused hands taking yours, the way he would pull you against his chest on freezing nights, seeking your comfort and wrapping you up in his warmth until the chill vanished completely.

even now, you couldn't fully wrap your head around why you two had ended on such awful terms. it had started as a stupid, insignificant disagreement—the kind that should have blown over in a day. but neither of you had been willing to back down. neither of you wanted to "lose." so the argument just escalated, burning through every boundary until it tore everything apart and dragged you straight here, into this empty present.

the bright, blurred city lights flashed against your eyes through the car windows, which were heavy with fog from the freezing air outside. every passing streetlamp made your eyelids feel heavier, your head spinning a little more with every second that ticked by. you had definitely overdone it with the alcohol tonight.

the soft hum of the taxi's tires against the pavement and the low, muffled melody playing from the radio helped settle your stomach a bit, but nothing could quiet the loud, chaotic thoughts racing through your mind.

the moment the taxi pulled up to your building, you quietly thanked the old driver, paid your fare, and made your way toward your apartment. but as you stepped into the main hallway, you noticed that all the overhead lights were completely turned off. the pitch-black corridor felt eerily quiet and tense, the dark shadows stretching out in a way that made your skin prickle. to make matters worse, your phone had died in the cab without you realizing, leaving you without a flashlight to navigate.

the walk up the stairs and down the hall was a genuine challenge, considering you were tipsy and had notoriously terrible night vision. you blindly pressed a hand against the wall, trying to gauge how close you were to your front door.

suddenly, heavy footsteps echoed through the quiet hallway.

they were growing louder, rapidly closing the distance right behind you. trying not to panic, you fumbled in your bag and jammed your keys between your knuckles. if someone was actually trying to mug or attack you, at least you had a improvised weapon—or that was what your alcohol-clouded brain convinced you, anyway.

just as you reached your door, the footsteps were practically on top of you, moving fast. instincts took over, and as a second nature, you took off running down the dark hall—not very fast, given your state, but you gave it your best effort.

"hey, wait!"

a deep, painfully familiar voice cut through the darkness, making you freeze dead in your tracks.

this isn't happening. no, this is not real.

you turned on your heel, your chest heaving as you stared at the tall silhouette standing just a few feet away. was that... taehyung? you could tell instantly by the resonance of his voice and that signature scent of soft wood and vanilla lingering in the air, even if your eyes couldn't fully cut through the pitch blackness.

time felt like it completely stopped. your heart hammered wildly against your ribs, and your throat felt so tight it was hard to swallow. every trace of the alcohol's dizziness instantly vanished, replaced by an overwhelming surge of emotions you couldn't even name. nervousness? panic? absolute, aching longing?

"taehyung?" your voice came out as a broken, barely audible murmur.

after three solid months of absolute radio silence, you had almost managed to convince yourself that you were starting to forget that ridiculously pretty face of his—wait, scratch that, what the hell—that horrendous face of his. but even if you missed him to the point of physical chest pain, you were absolutely, under no circumstances, going to admit it. especially not with him standing right in front of you.

"hey..." he said softly, his deep voice thick with embarrassment and hesitation. you could hear the subtle shift in his breath—it was clearly killing him to stand this close to you and not pull you into a tight, crushing embrace. "um... how have you been doing?" he asked, desperately trying to fill the heavy, awkward silence that swallowed you both.

was he actually serious right now? what in the world was he doing at your apartment door at three in the morning, acting like this was just a casual run-in?

you certainly weren't going to make this easy for him. who did he think he was, turning up unannounced in the middle of the night and acting like everything was fine?

"what are you doing here?" the words bit out of your mouth, harsh and defensive.

taehyung inhaled sharply, the sound echoing in the quiet hall as he tried to gather his words to excuse himself. little bitch, your brain provided bitterly.

"...i actually, um," he swallowed hard, his silhouette shifting in the dark. "i texted you about an hour ago, but... you didn't reply," he muttered. you couldn't see his face clearly, but you knew him well enough to picture him fidgeting with the hem of his jacket or biting his bottom lip out of anxiety.

"my phone died on the way home," you replied dryly, keeping your posture as stiff and unbothered as possible. "is that why you came all the way here? because i didn't reply?" a bitter laugh escaped you as you scoffed. "you could've just waited until morning."

a long, suffocating beat of silence stretched between you in the dark hallway.

"what do you want, anyway?" you demanded, crossing your arms tightly. what could possibly be so urgent that he couldn't wait?

"ah... i see," he said after the long pause, letting out a slow, heavy breath that sounded full of defeat. "i actually... i want my hoodie back. that's why i came."

you froze, the silence falling over you this time.

his hoodie? the oversized grey knit one that you literally wore every single night when the ache of missing him became too much to handle? the one that still smelled like him no matter how many times you aired it out? oh, you were absolutely, 100% not giving that back.

"that's really why you came?" you rolled your eyes dramatically, staring past him at the pitch-black wall. "well, i already got rid of it. my apologies," you lied smoothly. you would give him back every single gift he ever bought you before you handed over that hoodie.

"what?" his tone shifted instantly, sharp and disbelief cracking through his voice. you could practically feel the heat of his rising frustration. "you threw it away? what the fuck, it was my favorite and you know it!"

you hummed softly, taking a sick kind of pleasure in his anger. "yes, i know. that's exactly why i did it," you taunted, loving how easily you could still push his buttons. "what? did anger catch your little feelings?" you scoffed softly. "i'm sorry, I guess."

silence. pure, heavy silence fell over the corridor again.

"what? cat got your tongue?" you poked at him, a sharp smirk hidden by the dark.

"i don't believe you," taehyung said suddenly, his voice dropping an octave as he took a firm, deliberate step closer to you. the sudden shift in proximity made your breath catch. "i'll only believe it if you let me go inside and confirm it myself."

your eyes widened in the gloom. "you want to come inside my apartment?" you gasped, utterly incredulous at his audacity. "so fucking stubborn..." you whispered under your breath. then, tempting fate, you asked, "what if i don't want you to? would you finally just go away?"

please say no. please, please say no.

"actually, no," he clicked his tongue, completely unbothered by your attitude. a beat of silence passed before his tone softened into something suspicious. "are you drunk? i can literally smell the alcohol from here."

"what's it to you?" you snapped, crossing your arms tighter over your chest and tilting your head up defensively. "do you think that when i'm sober i'm gonna let you in? hah, you wish."

"why are you so fucking mouthy?" he retaliated, a slight, sassy bite returning to his deep voice. "you haven't changed at all. still the exact same brat."

you scoffed loudly, offended. "and you're not? look at yourself before you go around saying things like that!" you threw right back at him, turning your body back toward your lock. "if you don't have anything else stupid to say, then i'm going inside."

you cast him one last glare in the dark before reaching for your door handle.

"no, wait—"

before you could turn the key, his fingers wrapped tightly around your wrist. the touch sent an absolute shockwave straight up your arm, completely shattering your composure. another heavy, breathless pause fell over both of you, and you could swear there were literal electric sparks flying in the air between your eyes.

"i... actually," taehyung swallowed hard, his voice suddenly losing all its bite and dropping into something deeply fragile, almost desperate. "can we talk? please?"

he stared intensely down into your eyes, his grip around your wrist tightening—not enough to hurt you, because he would never hurt you, but just enough to keep you grounded right there with him.

"about everything..." he whispered.

you felt your heart completely stop. every single snappy comeback, every bit of petty anger, and every artificial wall you had built up over the last three months evaporated into thin air. all that remained was the weight of his gaze—the exact gaze you had cried yourself to sleep missing for ninety days straight.

"i..." you let out a long, shuddering sigh, finally letting your posture slump as you surrendered. "okay. let me open the door... let's go inside and talk."

the you from a few hours ago would have sworn that the second you reached home, you’d be a crying mess alone in your bed, hugging taehyung's hoodie for comfort. but fate definitely had a very different path laid out for you tonight.

how could you even begin to explain that right now you were crying—just as you thought you would be—but with one massive difference? you weren't alone.

how did you end up breaking down on taehyung's chest—your ex's chest—in the absolute middle of the night? pouring all your hot, heavy tears onto his soft shirt while he just let you, wrapped completely around you like a thick, warm blanket in the dead of a freezing winter?

you felt awful, honestly. after all, you were still tipsy, your head spinning lazily and a dull ache sitting in your stomach from the alcohol. but on top of the physical mess, you had been holding back an entire ocean of tears ever since that heavy conversation with your friends at the bar. the moment taehyung had pulled you inside and sat down next to you on the couch, the fragile dam inside you had simply shattered.

after a few long minutes, the heavy sobbing finally started to subside. your ragged breathing slowly decreased its velocity, settling into a quiet, rhythmic rise and fall against his chest. and taehyung noticed immediately. of course he did—he always, always noticed every little shift in you.

his long fingers moved to the back of your head, slowly and tenderly caressing your hair, while his other hand rested firmly at your waist, tracing slow, comforting circles against your skin through your clothes.

"are you feeling better?" he asked softly, his low voice vibrating right through his chest and into your cheek as he slightly pulled you closer.

if anyone were to ask taehyung what he had missed the most over these grueling three months, he would say moments like this without having to think twice.

you let out a low, muffled hum in agreement, nuzzling your face deeper into the warm crook of his neck. you had just missed him so much it felt like a physical ache in your ribs.

a long, peaceful beat of silence passed between you. it wasn't awkward in the slightest—in fact, it was the complete opposite. it was quiet, heavy with unspoken relief, and comfortable in a way only the two of you could ever be.

taehyung let out a soft, trembling sigh—a sound filled with overwhelming longing, relief, and the pure happiness of having you back in his arms.

"i'm really sorry for how we ended things," he started quietly, taking a deep, steadying breath. "i didn't mean to be so stubborn and full of myself. i just... i don't know what happened to me in that moment. i was just really pissed off and stupid," he admitted softly, a gentle, fond smile creeping onto his face as he looked down at how you were practically disappearing into his chest.

you felt the familiar, painful lump in your throat return, fresh tears threatening to spill over your eyelashes. everything was just so overwhelming, so raw and intense right now. your breath became uneven all over again.

"it's okay... i'm sorry too," you managed to choke out, your voice breaking slightly against his skin. "i shouldn't have said those harsh things back then. you know i didn't really mean any of it."

taehyung shifted his weight, tilting his head back so he could get a clear look at your tear-stained face. a blooming, golden warmth flushed straight through his system.

"i understand," he murmured softly. "i didn't mean anything i said either."

he reached up, his large, warm hand carefully cupping your cheek so you had no choice but to look at him. the sudden, direct contact of his palm against your flushed skin sent a sharp wave of electricity straight down your spine.

for a few breathless seconds, your eyes locked in the dim light of the apartment. all your mixed emotions, chaotic thoughts, and racing heartbeats seemed to synchronize in the space between your faces.

taehyung lowered his gaze briefly down to your lips, his body leaning in just an inch closer. then he looked back up into your eyes, silently and tenderly asking for your permission.

you gave a small, barely visible nod, your own eyes fluttering down to his lips before closing completely—closing both your eyes and the last bit of agonizing distance left between you.

the exact moment you felt his soft, familiar lips touch yours, fresh tears spilled over your cheeks. they weren't tears of sadness or regret this time; it was pure, unadulterated nostalgia and relief. the kiss was impossibly sweet, unhurried, slow, and deliberate—a quiet reunion of two people who had been starving for each other.

taehyung's hand gently slid from your cheek to the back of your head, pulling you in deeper, while your hands reached blindly for his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt like a anchor.

the kiss lingered for a few more magical seconds before taehyung was the first to pull back just a fraction. he rested his forehead against yours, smiling sweetly into the dark as his hands traveled down to find yours, lacing your fingers together.

"i missed you so much i can't even explain it," he admitted softly, his voice thick with emotion as he pulled you back into a tight, protective hug. "i ached for you. literally."

a soft, genuine smile finally bloomed across your face.

"i missed you too, tata," you whispered back, using the old, cherished nickname you had given him when you first started dating years ago.

taehyung's breath hitched, a bright smile lighting up his face the second he heard that name fall from your lips. he leaned back against the plush cushions of the couch, dragging you right along with him until you were completely tangled together.

time just melted away as the two of you stayed wrapped in each other's arms, completely swallowed by the warmth of the apartment and each other's presence.

"...you know," you started after a long while, your voice low and sweet against his neck. "i actually didn't throw your hoodie away. i keep it right by my bed and wear it whenever i miss you," you admitted softly, instantly burying your burning face into his neck as embarrassment flushed over you.

taehyung just let out a quiet, chest-rumbling laugh, his arms tightening around your waist. "i knew it. you would never throw it away, even if you hated me the most."

why did he have to know you so painfully well?

"i love you," he confessed gently, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of your head before tilting his chin to look down at you.

you smiled against the warm skin of his neck, your fingers gripping his shirt a little tighter.

"i love you too," you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the exact sweet spot on his neck.

note: hiii my loves, I hope you like this one-shot of taehyung!! it's actually inspired by the song "hoodie" by hey violet. love y'all perm taglist: @someone-sss

[mokkaccinnos]

a taehyung one-shot coming up 🤭🤭

[porcelainbae]

[elevated-human29]

[mokkaccinnos]

masterlist ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

jungkook

the early days, the late feelings 01. 02.

rule number four 01.

taehyung

— take it back (one-shot)

jimin

— nothing to see here yet.

hoseok

— nothing to see here yet.

yoongi

— nothing to see here yet.

jin

— nothing to see here yet.

namjoon

— nothing to see here yet.

[mokkaccinnos]

im planning to make 8 chapters/parts of that jk story there would be a few surprises

[mokkaccinnos]

the early days, the late feelings pt.2 | j.jk

pairing: earlydebuted!jungkook x trainee!reader

genre: strangers to friends to lovers, shy!jk, teenage love, fluff, angst if you squint

warnings: none just awkward!jk

summary: 2013. jungkook is a newly debuted idol terrified of making mistakes. you are an experienced trainee fighting for your own future. the two of you were supposed to keep your heads down and focus on your dreams - not on each other. but in the dim light of empty practice rooms and rooftop stairwells, feelings have a way of catching up.

if someone had asked jungkook what he thought he would be doing the night after his debut, he would have guessed anything but this. and if someone had told him what was actually happening right now, he would have just laughed nervously and sworn it was nothing more than a dream.

but maybe dreams really did come true.

the cool midnight air whipped past as the two of you walked, cutting through the heavy exhaustion that had settled in his bones hours ago. the street was completely quiet, illuminated only by the faint, yellow glow of the streetlights overhead.

a careful distance between the two of you along the empty pavement, hands tucked deep into oversized hoodie pockets, the night was crisp, cooling down the flushed heat that had been burning on jungkook's neck ever since you first stepped out of that basement studio. the soft rustle of clothes and the tap of your sneakers broke the silence of the alleyway, and every few seconds, he found himself sneaking a quick glance at your profile in the dim light — still completely unable to process that this was actually happening.

you, on the other hand, were feeling pretty mellow. the cool air seemed to help your mind settle in the empty streets, leaving you free of complications or heavy thoughts — completely different from the boy at your side.

as if sensing the quiet tension in the atmosphere, you turned to him, a gentle tease slipping from your lips. "you know, you can relax. i won't bite, i promise." your eyes trailed off to the dark sky, watching the scattered stars above.

"how does it feel?" you asked softly. "like... the whole debut thing and everything. does it make you even more anxious than before?" it was pure curiosity on your part, but also a gentle attempt to help him unwind — giving jungkook a chance to finally open up.

he looked at you, taking a second to actually consider the question. he’d been so consumed by the sheer panic of being next to you that he hadn't even stopped to digest how monumental this day was for him.

he sighed, lowering his gaze to watch his shoes hit the cold pavement with every step.

"honestly... i haven't really had the time to think about it properly. but i guess it feels good." jungkook's eyes drifted back to you, only to find you already watching him — making his heart do absolute backflips in his chest.

"it feels like a dream." the whisper fell into the silence between you two, heavy with deep emotion, making the moment feel almost magical.

the soft exchange of glances hung in the air, weighted with unspoken thoughts that neither of you was ready to name just yet.

you were the first to look away, a faint smile tugging at the corner of your mouth as you exhaled. jungkook felt as though the air had suddenly turned heavy in his lungs, quickly redirecting his gaze back to the quiet Seoul streets ahead.

"you love performing, don't you?"

the question made jungkook stop in his tracks for a brief second. performance wasn't something he had to hide behind awkward gestures — it was the one thing he was completely, undeniably sure of.

"i do.," he said, and this time his voice didn't wobble. he unpocketed one hand to gesture vaguely toward the dark skyline. "when im on stage, or even just in the practice room with the music turned up all the way... everything else just shuts off. the doubts, the pressure... it all disappears."

a impressed hum hummed from your throat as you kept pace beside him. "I knew it. you can always tell when someone is just going through the motions versus someone who actually lives for it. you're the second one."

jungkook felt a warm sensation blossom in his chest — a completely different kind of warmth than his usual blush.

"what about the choreography?" you continued, tilting your head. "I saw your debut stage recording earlier. that center break dance was intense. how many hours did you guys spend perfecting that?"

"too many to count," he laughed softly, the sound coming out much lighter now. he was finally starting to breath naturally around you. "we practiced that specific transition until four in the morning last week. hoseok-hyung almost lost his mind with us."

"four in the morning?" you gasped lightly, a teasing grin spreading across your face. "no wonder you're up buying banana milk at two am. your internal clock is completely ruined."

"yeah, well..." jungkook smiled, looking down at his shoes again, but this time, he wasn't trying to hide. "I don't really mind it tonight."

the automatic doors slid open with a soft electronic chime, the sharp, fluorescent glow of the store instantly cutting through the dimness of the alleyway. the sudden brightness seemed to break jungkook out of his trance, his polite habits kicking right back in as he stepped behind you, carefully letting you navigate the narrow aisles first.

you headed straight toward the heated drink display, reaching in to grab a warm mocaccino to ward off the midnight chill. jungkook, without a single second of hesitation, made a beeline for the refrigerated section to grab his trusty bottle of banana milk.

holding your drink, you turned toward the counter and reached into your hoodie pocket to pull out some spare cash. but before you could even take a step forward, jungkook was somehow faster, cutting in front of you with a bill already in his hand.

"i-i've got it, please," he blurted out, his voice a fraction too loud for the quiet store before he caught himself, quickly clearing his throat and looking down.

you chuckled softly at his sudden urgency, stepping back to let him handle it. after the cashier handed over the change, jungkook turned around to pass your warm can to you.

as your fingers wrapped around the metal, your knuckles lightly brushed against his hand.

jungkook froze in the spot. his entire brain seemed to short-circuit right then and there, his grip on his banana milk tightening as a fresh wave of heat rushed straight to the tip of his ears. for two whole seconds, he forgot how to process basic human movement.

"thank you, jungkook-ah," you said softly, offering him a warm, effortless smile as you cradled the warm drink in your hands.

he swallowed hard, managing a tight, flustered nod. "y-yeah. no problem."

you started walking toward the door, which opened automatically with the soft chime once again.

as you both took a seat on the plastic chairs under the store’s bright lights, the conversation picked back up.

"so, tell me more," you said, opening the warm can and taking a slow sip before redirecting your gaze toward him. "how did it actually feel to see people cheering for you? were you terrified? excited?"

"oh, it was definitely a mix of both," jungkook replied, his fingers drumming nervously against the table. "you know, like... it’s so exciting watching people you don't even know root for you, but at the same time, you're so afraid of making mistakes. there's this heavy pressure that everything has to be perfect."

"mm... i understand," you said softly, setting your drink down on the table and staring at it, your thumb lightly tracing the top rim of the can. "it must be so overwhelming now that i think about it. you're never quite sure what people are thinking, but this is even crazier because it's so many people at once." your gaze found his again. "but you know... not everything has to be perfect. not all the time."

"but i want it to be," jungkook found himself answering before his brain could filter the thought. "it happens all the time... i just can't help it," he whispered, complete honesty lacing his tone.

"nobody's perfect," you murmured, your fingers pausing their movement. "you shouldn't blame yourself if something doesn't turn out exactly the way you wanted. if life worked like that, there wouldn't be any problems or frustrated people in the world." a soft sigh escaped your lips. "you're already perfect in your own way."

jungkook's eyes locked onto yours, getting completely lost in the quiet shift taking place between the two of you. a shy, helpless grin tugged at his lips when you offered him a warm smile.

"we should probably head back now. it's getting really late," you said, pushing yourself up from the plastic chair as jungkook quickly did the same.

as you both began the slow walk back, a sudden, sharp breeze swept through the alleyway. the cool night air cut straight through your clothes, making a sudden shiver run through you. instinctively, you wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to trap whatever warmth you had left.

jungkook noticed immediately — the way your shoulders hunched and how you shivered in the cold. without overthinking it for once, he unzipped his hoodie, pulled it off, and held it out toward you.

"here, put this on. you're gonna catch a cold," he said, clearing his throat and looking away to avoid your curious gaze.

"but you'll freeze out here too," you protested softly, fidgeting with the heavy fabric between your hands.

"i'm fine... you need it way more than i do anyway," jungkook tried to play it cool, even as the midnight chill started biting at his own exposed arms.

a soft smile bloomed on your face as you slipped into the oversized sweater. it swallowed you completely, easily three sizes too big, but it smelled like clean laundry detergent, fresh cotton, and a subtle hint of cologne that was definitely going to linger on your clothes long after tonight.

the rest of the walk turned quiet, filled only by the distant hum of night traffic and the rhythmic tap of your footsteps. it wasn't an awkward silence, but the exact opposite — a peaceful, shared calm in the middle of two chaotic lives.

when you finally reached the entrance of the agency building, you came to a sudden stop, making jungkook turn back to look at you.

"well... thank you for tonight. i had a really great time with you," you said, lacing your fingers together. "you're really good company, jungkook."

you paused, a light laugh slipping out. "we should definitely stay in touch. i’d really love it if we could be friends... if you want to, of course."

jungkook stood there, watching the night wind gently blow a strand of hair across your face, your nose slightly pink from the cold. you looked ridiculously cute standing under the entrance light, especially swallowed up in his hoodie.

"yeah, of course," he muttered, quickly dropping his eyes to his own hands. "i'd... i'd really like that too. i really like you..." he cleared his throat for what felt like the hundredth time that night. "...as company, i mean. yeah." he nervously tugged at the hem of his shirt.

you smiled softly at him. his constant nervousness was almost endearing, but tonight, at least, you'd gotten a glimpse of who he truly was when he talked about the things he loved.

"i should get going, and you should definitely get some sleep," you said, taking a few slow steps closer to him. "here, take your hoodie back. thank you for letting me borrow it."

as you reached up to pull it off, jungkook reached out, his hand gently wrapping around your wrist to stop you. his touch was warm and steady against your cold skin.

"no, keep it," he said softly, guiding your arms back down before letting go and smoothing down the sleeve. "it looks way better on you anyway," slipped past his lips before he could stop himself.

a sudden wave of warmth rushed to your cheeks — though you silently blamed it on the cozy hoodie — as your eyes dropped to where his hand had just been on your wrist.

"um... okay then. see you around, jungkook-ah," you said, offering a sweet, timid wave.

"goodnight," he whispered back, waving as he watched you turn and walk through the glass doors.

he stood there for a long moment, watching you disappear into the building with his hoodie wrapped around you. a whirlwind of emotions was crashing inside him, but above everything else, he was overwhelmingly, undeniably happy.

oh, he was going to have quite a story to tell his hyungs tomorrow. this was, without a doubt, the single best night of his life.

chapter 2 oh yes!!! tell me what you think about it my loves

loveyall

@someone-sss @traumaanatomy

[mokkaccinnos]

the early days, the late feelings pt.2 | j.jk

pairing: earlydebuted!jungkook x trainee!reader

genre: strangers to friends to lovers, shy!jk, teenage love, fluff, angst if you squint

warnings: none just awkward!jk

summary: 2013. jungkook is a newly debuted idol terrified of making mistakes. you are an experienced trainee fighting for your own future. the two of you were supposed to keep your heads down and focus on your dreams - not on each other. but in the dim light of empty practice rooms and rooftop stairwells, feelings have a way of catching up.

if someone had asked jungkook what he thought he would be doing the night after his debut, he would have guessed anything but this. and if someone had told him what was actually happening right now, he would have just laughed nervously and sworn it was nothing more than a dream.

but maybe dreams really did come true.

the cool midnight air whipped past as the two of you walked, cutting through the heavy exhaustion that had settled in his bones hours ago. the street was completely quiet, illuminated only by the faint, yellow glow of the streetlights overhead.

a careful distance between the two of you along the empty pavement, hands tucked deep into oversized hoodie pockets, the night was crisp, cooling down the flushed heat that had been burning on jungkook's neck ever since you first stepped out of that basement studio. the soft rustle of clothes and the tap of your sneakers broke the silence of the alleyway, and every few seconds, he found himself sneaking a quick glance at your profile in the dim light — still completely unable to process that this was actually happening.

you, on the other hand, were feeling pretty mellow. the cool air seemed to help your mind settle in the empty streets, leaving you free of complications or heavy thoughts — completely different from the boy at your side.

as if sensing the quiet tension in the atmosphere, you turned to him, a gentle tease slipping from your lips. "you know, you can relax. i won't bite, i promise." your eyes trailed off to the dark sky, watching the scattered stars above.

"how does it feel?" you asked softly. "like... the whole debut thing and everything. does it make you even more anxious than before?" it was pure curiosity on your part, but also a gentle attempt to help him unwind — giving jungkook a chance to finally open up.

he looked at you, taking a second to actually consider the question. he’d been so consumed by the sheer panic of being next to you that he hadn't even stopped to digest how monumental this day was for him.

he sighed, lowering his gaze to watch his shoes hit the cold pavement with every step.

"honestly... i haven't really had the time to think about it properly. but i guess it feels good." jungkook's eyes drifted back to you, only to find you already watching him — making his heart do absolute backflips in his chest.

"it feels like a dream." the whisper fell into the silence between you two, heavy with deep emotion, making the moment feel almost magical.

the soft exchange of glances hung in the air, weighted with unspoken thoughts that neither of you was ready to name just yet.

you were the first to look away, a faint smile tugging at the corner of your mouth as you exhaled. jungkook felt as though the air had suddenly turned heavy in his lungs, quickly redirecting his gaze back to the quiet Seoul streets ahead.

"you love performing, don't you?"

the question made jungkook stop in his tracks for a brief second. performance wasn't something he had to hide behind awkward gestures — it was the one thing he was completely, undeniably sure of.

"i do.," he said, and this time his voice didn't wobble. he unpocketed one hand to gesture vaguely toward the dark skyline. "when im on stage, or even just in the practice room with the music turned up all the way... everything else just shuts off. the doubts, the pressure... it all disappears."

a impressed hum hummed from your throat as you kept pace beside him. "I knew it. you can always tell when someone is just going through the motions versus someone who actually lives for it. you're the second one."

jungkook felt a warm sensation blossom in his chest — a completely different kind of warmth than his usual blush.

"what about the choreography?" you continued, tilting your head. "I saw your debut stage recording earlier. that center break dance was intense. how many hours did you guys spend perfecting that?"

"too many to count," he laughed softly, the sound coming out much lighter now. he was finally starting to breath naturally around you. "we practiced that specific transition until four in the morning last week. hoseok-hyung almost lost his mind with us."

"four in the morning?" you gasped lightly, a teasing grin spreading across your face. "no wonder you're up buying banana milk at two am. your internal clock is completely ruined."

"yeah, well..." jungkook smiled, looking down at his shoes again, but this time, he wasn't trying to hide. "I don't really mind it tonight."

the automatic doors slid open with a soft electronic chime, the sharp, fluorescent glow of the store instantly cutting through the dimness of the alleyway. the sudden brightness seemed to break jungkook out of his trance, his polite habits kicking right back in as he stepped behind you, carefully letting you navigate the narrow aisles first.

you headed straight toward the heated drink display, reaching in to grab a warm mocaccino to ward off the midnight chill. jungkook, without a single second of hesitation, made a beeline for the refrigerated section to grab his trusty bottle of banana milk.

holding your drink, you turned toward the counter and reached into your hoodie pocket to pull out some spare cash. but before you could even take a step forward, jungkook was somehow faster, cutting in front of you with a bill already in his hand.

"i-i've got it, please," he blurted out, his voice a fraction too loud for the quiet store before he caught himself, quickly clearing his throat and looking down.

you chuckled softly at his sudden urgency, stepping back to let him handle it. after the cashier handed over the change, jungkook turned around to pass your warm can to you.

as your fingers wrapped around the metal, your knuckles lightly brushed against his hand.

jungkook froze in the spot. his entire brain seemed to short-circuit right then and there, his grip on his banana milk tightening as a fresh wave of heat rushed straight to the tip of his ears. for two whole seconds, he forgot how to process basic human movement.

"thank you, jungkook-ah," you said softly, offering him a warm, effortless smile as you cradled the warm drink in your hands.

he swallowed hard, managing a tight, flustered nod. "y-yeah. no problem."

you started walking toward the door, which opened automatically with the soft chime once again.

as you both took a seat on the plastic chairs under the store’s bright lights, the conversation picked back up.

"so, tell me more," you said, opening the warm can and taking a slow sip before redirecting your gaze toward him. "how did it actually feel to see people cheering for you? were you terrified? excited?"

"oh, it was definitely a mix of both," jungkook replied, his fingers drumming nervously against the table. "you know, like... it’s so exciting watching people you don't even know root for you, but at the same time, you're so afraid of making mistakes. there's this heavy pressure that everything has to be perfect."

"mm... i understand," you said softly, setting your drink down on the table and staring at it, your thumb lightly tracing the top rim of the can. "it must be so overwhelming now that i think about it. you're never quite sure what people are thinking, but this is even crazier because it's so many people at once." your gaze found his again. "but you know... not everything has to be perfect. not all the time."

"but i want it to be," jungkook found himself answering before his brain could filter the thought. "it happens all the time... i just can't help it," he whispered, complete honesty lacing his tone.

"nobody's perfect," you murmured, your fingers pausing their movement. "you shouldn't blame yourself if something doesn't turn out exactly the way you wanted. if life worked like that, there wouldn't be any problems or frustrated people in the world." a soft sigh escaped your lips. "you're already perfect in your own way."

jungkook's eyes locked onto yours, getting completely lost in the quiet shift taking place between the two of you. a shy, helpless grin tugged at his lips when you offered him a warm smile.

"we should probably head back now. it's getting really late," you said, pushing yourself up from the plastic chair as jungkook quickly did the same.

as you both began the slow walk back, a sudden, sharp breeze swept through the alleyway. the cool night air cut straight through your clothes, making a sudden shiver run through you. instinctively, you wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to trap whatever warmth you had left.

jungkook noticed immediately — the way your shoulders hunched and how you shivered in the cold. without overthinking it for once, he unzipped his hoodie, pulled it off, and held it out toward you.

"here, put this on. you're gonna catch a cold," he said, clearing his throat and looking away to avoid your curious gaze.

"but you'll freeze out here too," you protested softly, fidgeting with the heavy fabric between your hands.

"i'm fine... you need it way more than i do anyway," jungkook tried to play it cool, even as the midnight chill started biting at his own exposed arms.

a soft smile bloomed on your face as you slipped into the oversized sweater. it swallowed you completely, easily three sizes too big, but it smelled like clean laundry detergent, fresh cotton, and a subtle hint of cologne that was definitely going to linger on your clothes long after tonight.

the rest of the walk turned quiet, filled only by the distant hum of night traffic and the rhythmic tap of your footsteps. it wasn't an awkward silence, but the exact opposite — a peaceful, shared calm in the middle of two chaotic lives.

when you finally reached the entrance of the agency building, you came to a sudden stop, making jungkook turn back to look at you.

"well... thank you for tonight. i had a really great time with you," you said, lacing your fingers together. "you're really good company, jungkook."

you paused, a light laugh slipping out. "we should definitely stay in touch. i’d really love it if we could be friends... if you want to, of course."

jungkook stood there, watching the night wind gently blow a strand of hair across your face, your nose slightly pink from the cold. you looked ridiculously cute standing under the entrance light, especially swallowed up in his hoodie.

"yeah, of course," he muttered, quickly dropping his eyes to his own hands. "i'd... i'd really like that too. i really like you..." he cleared his throat for what felt like the hundredth time that night. "...as company, i mean. yeah." he nervously tugged at the hem of his shirt.

you smiled softly at him. his constant nervousness was almost endearing, but tonight, at least, you'd gotten a glimpse of who he truly was when he talked about the things he loved.

"i should get going, and you should definitely get some sleep," you said, taking a few slow steps closer to him. "here, take your hoodie back. thank you for letting me borrow it."

as you reached up to pull it off, jungkook reached out, his hand gently wrapping around your wrist to stop you. his touch was warm and steady against your cold skin.

"no, keep it," he said softly, guiding your arms back down before letting go and smoothing down the sleeve. "it looks way better on you anyway," slipped past his lips before he could stop himself.

a sudden wave of warmth rushed to your cheeks — though you silently blamed it on the cozy hoodie — as your eyes dropped to where his hand had just been on your wrist.

"um... okay then. see you around, jungkook-ah," you said, offering a sweet, timid wave.

"goodnight," he whispered back, waving as he watched you turn and walk through the glass doors.

he stood there for a long moment, watching you disappear into the building with his hoodie wrapped around you. a whirlwind of emotions was crashing inside him, but above everything else, he was overwhelmingly, undeniably happy.

oh, he was going to have quite a story to tell his hyungs tomorrow. this was, without a doubt, the single best night of his life.

chapter 2 oh yes!!! tell me what you think about it my loves

loveyall

@someone-sss @traumaanatomy

[mokkaccinnos]

jdñskgle this is really hard i hate that im not a native english speaker everything would be easier