The one where Jungkook makes a horrifically bad first impression.Ā
Pairing: Jungkook x readerĀ
Warnings: Jungkook is actually an absolute sweetheart.Ā Smut; kissing, handjobs, fingering and unprotected penetrative sex.Ā
Word Count: 21K
Loitering at the edge of the curb that sits just outside your second-floor flat, you exhale a heavy sigh. Thereās a long night at work ahead of you, no doubt; taking orders, making idle chitchat - standing on your feet for hours on end - and honestly, the idea of it has you feeling far less than enthused.Ā
Itās not as though you hate your job. The tips are good and the kitchen staff are skilled enough that you rarely ever have to deal with any complaints, and given that your parents own the place itās not as though itās ever a struggle to change your shift or take the day off. Still, some days even the most motivated employees donāt feel like working, and today is one of those days.
Pulling your phone from your back pocket, you make sure to glance from left to right to check for oncoming traffic before succumbing to the lure of the sixth-inch screen now rested in your palm. Youāre already smiling as you open the message thatās awaiting you; a reply from Namjoon confirming the plans youād made to go see a film together this weekend - strictly as friends, of course. As handsome as Namjoon is, the two of you shared far too many childhood paddling pools growing up to ever be able to consider each other as anything more than the very best of friends - a good thing, really, considering heās about as straight as a right angle.
You step off of the pavement, head bent low as your thumbs tap out a reply to the lightly teasing tone in which he so often texts you; so absorbed by the technology in your hand that you donāt even see the motorbike thatās speeding down the road, heading directly across your path. Itās not until itās almost right on top of you that you even hear the engineās roar, but as soon as your brain registers the sound it stops your body in its tracks, reflexively flinching backwards just in time to narrowly avoid being hit by anything more than a strong gust of wind as it careens past.
Panic-stricken, you very nearly drop your phone as you stumble back onto the safety of the pavement, hands shaking, and you donāt even really realise youāre yelling until people around you have started to stop and stare. The woman whoād seen it all happen and had originally begun to approach you to offer her aid has now thought better of it; crossing over to the other side of the road rather than deal with the adrenaline-fuelled rage that has you spewing a litany of curses after the motorcyclist and sticking your first and middle finger up in the air. You know he wonāt be able to hear a word of it but you donāt let that stop you, only ending your tirade once his dot of dark hair has disappeared from sight and the sound of his motorbike has faded in the distance; a gentle, distant purr.
Genre:Ā Sci-fi with a little angst and a LOT of smut
Pairing:Ā BTS x Reader (yup - all seven)
Summary:Ā You are the only female crew member on a 12 year space mission with seven handsome men. The sexual tension is real, yāall.
Word Count: 1.9k
Part 9 /?
Part 1Ā Part 2Ā Part 3Ā Part 4Ā Part 5Ā Part 6Ā Part 7Ā Part 8 Part 9
Warnings: very short chapter
Mercifully, Taehyung does not wake you up with a thumb in your mouth. You wonder if you will even see him today, given he only signed the form to hide his feelings for Jimin.Ā
You head straight for the greenhouse, determined to avoid Hoseok for as long as possible. Will you ever be able to face him again? Maybe you should start working nights.
Luckily, thereās plenty to do in the greenhouse and you manage to work all day without interruption. Dinnertime arrives and your stomach grumbles, but you procrastinate heading for the kitchen out of fear of who may be eating there. You canāt stomach bumping into any of the men youāre fucking or any of the men you arenāt.
At a little past seven o-clock, Taehyung sticks his head into the door of the greenhouse. He furrows his brow to see your hands covered in soil. āI thought we had a date?ā
āHuh?ā you ask, wiping the dirt from your hands onto your pants. āI thought that was pretend. For the benefit of the crew.āĀ
Taehyung laughs, stepping further into the greenhouse. āWell, some of it was, but I did actually make dinner.ā
āYou did?ā You arenāt dressed for a date. Not that you have anything else to wear. Just a different slightly less dirty jumpsuit. At least none of your clothing is covered in semen today. Yet.Ā
Taehyung is wearing the same jumpsuit from the accident with the rover. Itās still missing a sleeve from where it was cut off of him. Itās quite flattering on him, no surprise. His exposed upper arm has just enough muscle definition to draw your attention. Itās still in the sling but the bruising has faded. The asymmetrical look with its rough unsewn edge makes him look rather roguish.Ā
āCome on! The foodās getting cold!ā He ducks back out of the greenhouse, waving for you to follow him.
You clean your hands with a cloth and follow him. You're surprised when he veers away from the kitchen and heads for the hangar instead.
The overhead lights in the hangar are off. The room looks so different, it takes you a minute to process what you are seeing. The Europa rover sits in the middle of the room, glowing from the inside with soft blue light.Ā Scattered around the room are little twinkling lights of white and blue and green.Ā
āTaehyung!ā you gasp. āWhat is all this?ā
āA date!ā he answers triumphantly. He clambors up onto one of the large wheels of the rover and opens the door. Even from a distance, you can see a white tablecloth covering the center console, topped with more twinkling lights. He reaches down a hand to help you up. āYour chariot, mālady.ā
āThis isā¦ā You are at a loss for words as you take his hand and climb up into the rover with him. āThis is soā¦ā You examine one of the twinkling lights on the make-shift table up close. Itās one of the LEDs intended for lighting your paths down on the Europa ice sheets. At least it was rechargeable. "Taehyung, this is so much work for a fake date.āĀ
Taehyung laughs. āJust because weāre not bumping uglies, doesnāt mean it can't be a real date. I like dates.ā
He pulls out a reusable water bottle from behind one of the seats that makes a surprising pop when he opens it. Then he pours something golden and bubbly into two champagne glasses.Ā
Without thinking, you take accept glass as he hands it to you, then do a double-take. āIs this champagne? Where on Earth did you get champagne? Or champagne glasses?ā
He laughs, enjoying your surprise, as he takes a sip from his own glass. āUnfortunately, itās not the real stuff, just some apple juice I ran through the carbonator.ā He clinks his glass to yours as you hold it, still suspended in shock. āThe glasses are from Earth though. Packed them for a special occasion.ā
He stares a bit wistfully at the glass in his hand and you get a little pang of sadness. āWere you planning this for Jimin?ā
He looks up at you and shakes his head, waving your concerns away. āNo, no, no. I did this for you.ā
āFor me?ā
He nods. āIām trying to make amends.ā
Youāre surprised. āAmends for what?ā
He sighs. āFor the tape, for the jealousy, I feel likeā¦ā He gestures around at the ship in general. āI feel like a lot of this is my fault.ā
āWhat? No.ā You shake your head. āThis is my fault. I started all this.āĀ
Taehyung gestures to one side of the console table welcoming you to sit down. āIt seemed like you and Jimin were happy though, until I broke my arm and messed everything up.ā
āYeahā¦ā You sigh as you sit down across from him. You sip your fake champagne as you remember orgasming with Jimin inside you, but Yoongiās voice in your head. āMostlyā¦ but there was something missingā¦ā
āAh,ā Taehyung gives a bit of a teasing smile. āA certain flight engineer, perhaps?ā
āYeah,ā you shrug nervously, running your finger around the rim of your glass and teetering on the edge of admitting your real problem. āAnd not just himā¦āĀ
Taehyung nods knowingly. āWe do have a devastatingly attractive crew, donāt we?ā
āYes!!ā You exclaim, laughing in relief at someone who finally understands. āWhy did you all have to be so fucking hot?!ā
āAll of us?ā He places a hand on his chest in fake surprise.Ā
āOh shut up, you know youāre hot.ā The bubbles in your glass make you feel a little tipsy even if there's no alcohol in them.
Taehyung gives an exaggerated wink, then laughs. "You are very good at seeming uninterested in anyone though. I couldnāt believe how well you held it together when Jungkook stripped in front of you for that haircut.ā
A lightbulb goes off. āOh my god, you put him up to that, didnāt you?ā
Taehyung bursts into delighted giggles and you smack him on his good arm. āYou did! You maniac! Are you trying to kill me?ā
āNot my finest moment, I will admit. Perhaps I had ulterior motives for throwing the hunk at you. Sorry. Just one of many reasons I owe you apologetic fake champagne.ā He takes another sip and smiles as he recalls the memory. āStill, you kept your cool remarkably well. If it were me, I would have had his dick in my mouth well before the end of that haircut.ā
Your mouth falls open. Fuck. Thatāsā¦ thatās a very attractive mental image. Your pelvic muscles flinch with a twinge of arousal.Ā
Taehyung sees your surprise and his eyes widen. āOh shoot, sorry, I didnāt mean to make you uncomfortable.ā He takes your glass from you and sets it down on the table, before turning to rummage with something in a cooler sitting under the seat next to him.
āOh no.ā You squirm in your seat. āIām notā¦ you didnātā¦ā you stammer. Fuck. What are you even trying to say? āI just didnāt realize you were attracted to Jungkook as well.ā
Taehyung turns back to you and smiles. āI meanā¦ how could you not be? That smileā¦ those absā¦ā
You both sigh in unison, then laugh. āItās deeply unfair,ā you agree.
He nods, then wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. āWhatās deeply unfair is how you have this crew wrapped around your finger.ā
āWhat? No I donāt.ā
He arches an eyebrow.
āI donāt!ā
He sips his apple juice skeptically.
āNo seriously! Hoseok and Namjoon wonāt have sex with me even though I practically begged themā¦āĀ
He shakes his head. āI still donāt think you realize the power you hold.ā
āWhat power?ā
āI saw that video you made with Yoongi. That was incredible. When you let go of all the fear and stress and were so open and vulnerable, that was beautiful. Itās no wonder they all love you.ā
Something about hearing it from someone youāre pretty sure doesnāt want to have to sex with you makes you feel like it might really be true. But the whole thing is still too embarrassing and uncomfortable to think about for too long.Ā
āTheyāre not in love with me. Theyāre justā¦ I donāt knowā¦ can we talk about something else?ā
āSure.ā
Taehyung sets down two plates of what looks like fine dining. Red beets sliced thin and drizzled with balsamic vinegar and a rounded mound of rice pilaf topped with a whole chicken breast.
āMy god, where did you get all this?ā
He smiles, pleased with himself. āJin helped me with a bunch of it. Iāve technically given up two of my Christmas dinners for this, but it seemed worth it.āĀ
You are shocked again that he would go to so much effort. āYou didnāt have to do all this just for the sake of our pretend relationshipā¦ā
He reaches over the table to take your hand in his. āI do want a real relationship with you though,ā he says and your heart starts racing. His dark eyes hold such warmth even as the rest of him is so statuesque. But then he draws back. āEven just as a friend.ā he says and youāre a bit disappointed.Ā
The two of you chat the rest of the evening as you savor your meal, both relieved to find someone you can be honest with.Ā
At one point you offer to mend his jumpsuit sleeve for him, but he declines. āI like it," he says, shrugging. "Reminds me of important lessons."
You wait for him to elaborate, but he doesn't. "I suppose it is rather dashing," you admit, trying to fill the silence. "But I suppose you would make a dish towel look dashing." You can't even blame the fake champagne for your loose tongue.
His eyes widen in delight and he laughs as he pours the last of the bubbly apple juice into each of your glasses.
āSoā¦ā he says as you take a last bite of your dessert, a delicious chocolate cake designated for some future New Yearās Eve. āFuck, marry, kill: Namjoon, Jimin, Yoongi.ā
You gasp in horror. āTaehyung, I canāt answer that!ā
āToo violent? How about fuck, marry, kiss?ā
āNo way, not answering.ā You mime zipping your lips closed.Ā
āIād marry Jimin, obviously.ā He continues, undeterred. āAnd I think Iād have to fuck Yoongi. Those handsā¦ my god.ā
āUghā¦ā Just the memory makes you groan and collapse onto the table in front of you. āTae, heās so good with them. Itās terrible. Those goddamn hands are what started this whole mess.ā
Taehyung is pleased to have finally cracked through your facade. āThough the commanderā¦ he just carries himself like he has a big dick, you know?ā
āAghā¦ā you groan again, laughing as you stand up. āI think thatās my cue to go to bed.ā
āAllow me, mālady.ā He stands up and takes your hand to help you out of the rover. Heās still holding your hand as the two of you reach the floor of the hangar.Ā
āThank you again for all this.ā You gesture at the twinkling lights spread over the floor, looking especially lovely now that most of the ship has gone dark.Ā
āWould you mind a platonic goodnight kiss?ā He asks, tapping his cheek.Ā Ā
You bite your lip and shake your head, feeling a whole storm of butterflies in your stomach that do not feel platonic at all. He leans in and gives you a soft kiss on your cheek. āThank you for a lovely evening,ā he murmurs close to your ear.
āSame time next week?ā you ask, trying to fight down how on fire your face feels now. āIāll cook next time.ā
He grins. āLooking forward to it.ā
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Thursday is next! And it's going to be dramatic. Hopefully it will be ready soon! Thanks for reading!
Recently heartbroken, it feels like youāll never be able to get over it. But a chance encounter with a guy you havenāt seen in months changes everythingā¦ Ā
pairing; min yoongi x f reader (past kim namjoon x f reader)
au/genre/warnings;Ā (semi) fuck buddies au, rebound au, unrequited feelings, angst, smut; oral (m receiving), fingering, penetrative sexĀ Ā
words;Ā 10,625
someday, in the distant future, humans will once again be capable of hearing the phrase āwhat is loveā without also feeling the primal urge to Ā respond with ābaby donāt hurt meā
