Welcome to my page! I've been an ARMY since 2018 and my bias is Jungkook. Their long awaited comeback has finally given me the urge to write fics for them instead of just reading them.
I'll write for all seven members -- romantic, platonic, sibling!reader, child!reader, 8th member!reader
I may make an 8th member au some day if I ever get the time to plan it out where she's an actual character and stuff. I remember reading those all the time back in the day and I can barely find any now
summary: hybe publicly announces you and jungkook’s relationship, but you struggle with the extreme response from the ‘fans’.
word count: 2,210
content warnings: use of y/n, very brief mention of not eating due to busy schedule, y/n receiving threats and general cyber bullying, y/n is a cisgender woman who uses she/her pronouns, L-bomb, smoking jungkook mentions, fluffy fluff.
author’s note: my first piece of work!! 😞 please go easy on me im literally just a girl
The world was able to offer endless and bountiful amounts of information at anyone’s disposal to just about prepare for anything basically at one’s fingertips at any time — however, there didn’t seem to be a “Dating an Idol for Dummies” book anywhere (you did try looking for something of the sort on at least one occasion).
You were a freelance tour manager in the K-Pop industry for 4 years, having worked hard enough to get your phone number in manager’s phone book and eventually be the trusted name in the industry that was the first one to be uttered in Zoom calls and board meetings when idols touched the tarmac of American airports. You were diligent, efficient, sharp — yet still carried an air of warmth despite the daily stressors your occupation offered to you on a platter of gold.
It was one faithful day when the name “BTS” came across your desk. It wasn't like you hadn’t worked with the biggest names in the industry already, but they were easily the biggest on the planet. Sold out shows, high production value, concerts that went on for hours — you had naturally tuned into other tour shows when you weren’t working and could tell that the stressors surrounding a BTS tour would be uniquely special in the worst way possible. You couldn’t have been more correct.
Days went by without sleep. Countless amounts of biting your tongue not to curse yourself a storm at a backdrop being the wrong shade. Dumb amounts of occurrences of lost earpieces and jewelry. Yet, you still showed up as the competent, productive worker you were, never uttering a request without a ‘please’ and ‘thank you’.
Jungkook saw all of it.
All seven of the men were sweethearts (even Yoongi who you had assumed seemed a little standoffish initially, but was truly warm on the inside) and there was no interaction with them that was truly negative apart from a harsh word in moments of chaos or a click of the tongue in an exchange of words. However, Jungkook’s smile was always that little bit wider when you came into view. He attempted to speak English with you tirelessly to impress you, despite you having learned Korean and you tirelessly reminding him that you were fluent in his native tongue because it was a requirement of your job. You always attempted to carry an air of professionalism consistently, but Jungkook broke the persona effortlessly without much thought.
After a successful American tour, all of the production team arranged a small dinner with the BTS members to celebrate a fruitful tour and to thank everyone, but namely you. It was then that Jungkook really let loose and poured himself out to you — most of your conversations on tours were maximum three minutes at a time, a short “hi” or “how are you” while running helter-skelter — but this time, he had followed you out to the restaurant’s exterior for some air in the midst of the members and other production staff engaging in excruciatingly painful karaoke.
Between you stepping outside and the two cigarettes that Jungkook went through, you became hyper aware of the fact that you were falling for him hard.
He made it clear that he too had fallen for you.
So where does that leave you?
In bed crying?
The soft dark sheets seemingly cradled you, a small bunny plush in your grip, its brown ears mopping up your salty tears that fell incessantly. The rest of the apartment was eerily quiet and dark besides the sobs that wracked your body like a fever of sorrow that you couldn’t quite shake off and the soft glow of your phone screen.
BTS’ management had made the executive decision to make you and Jungkook’s relationship public — after months of him begging them to do so — and so the articles started rolling in since morning. Dispatch, Pop Crave, TMZ among countless other pop gossip pages and websites spread the news like the gospel. Of course, there was a chorus of people in support of your relationship — but whether or not it was louder than the hate, you weren’t sure.
Your Instagram and Twitter DMs became flooded with the most horrendous string of words and phrases you had ever seen in your life. You had been threatened endlessly, your baby pictures that had harmlessly been on your mother’s Facebook page became warped and edited with the most heinous things. Your comments (before you had limited them) were littered with fans egregiously slut shaming you, thousands of puking emojis, thousands more of poop emojis. Even as you laid there, hiccuping through your devastated sobs, your phone maintained its light with more and more notifications of hate rolling in. HYBE had already issued a warning threatening legal action, but it was of no use.
In that moment, as the saltiness of tears was the only thing your tongue could confess, your lip twisted into a quivering frown, the gentle fur of the toy in your grasp interrupted by wetness, your eyes burning and sore from unadulterated sorrow, the darkness in the room and the light of your mobile further drawing you into maddening misery — you were a shell of a woman. You had dealt with the most overindulgent music artists, been dealt harrowing words from your superiors, ran yourself on nothing but coffee and determination for 24 hours straight, but nothing seemed to come close to how awful you felt now. Your heart ached with an ache you had never previously felt before.
You had been so overcome by your own emotions that you missed the familiar melodic beeps that coincided with Jungkook’s arrival. He had rushed from dance practice, hurriedly packed away his damp sweat towel, looped the elastic of the dark face mask around his bejewelled ears while racing down the corridors, bundled himself into his arranged transportation with an air of urgency and insistence that pulled onto the threads of his heart urgently. However, now that he had set foot in your shared apartment, the young man had become eerily unsure.
He had spent most of his day scrolling through social media and running through his pack of cigarettes at an alarming pace. Jungkook was not new to this — he had been subjected to intense criticism from the most audacious rumors stemming from seemingly wearing something similar to another female idol, or even a small interaction with one that was so insignificant that he couldn’t even recall them if he were asked. This was different. you didn’t ask for this. You wanted to proudly be Jeon Jungkook’s partner, to freely post about your cute text messages, the gifts he showers you with — to be a normal couple. You didn’t ask to be in this shit storm that had been created. For that, he was devastated.
He had tried hopelessly to text and call you where his schedule allowed. The last time he had called you was that morning right before the news broke. You were elated. There was a sweet relief in your tone that was infectious and Jungkook couldn’t help but to succumb to its effects. It wasn't long after that you became unavailable, gradually distancing yourself with every comment, every message, every email that laid out just how disgusting you were, how you were unworthy of being in Jungkook's life.
The air in the apartment was thick with something that the singer could not describe. It was so stifling, he immediately shed himself of his mask, cap, boots and backpack at the front door. If he wasn’t nervous before, he was definitely anxious now. His socks padded along the wooden floorboards, barely making a peep, as he made his way to the bedroom. Just as he found the door ajar, the sound of your wrecked sobs was enough to stop him in his tracks for a long minute. He too needed to take the time to swallow down the lump in his throat that had seemingly formed out of nowhere. Nonetheless, this was his cross to carry and not yours. Nudging the door open with his foot, his eyebrows set a deep frown at the sight of your body, completely enveloped in the sheets, turned away from the door. You shook a little from the extent at which your weeps rippled through your person, so much so that you even missed his presence at the door.
It was only when you felt his arms wrap around you, the grieves of your voice became relieving.
He pressed his face into your neck, pressing the smallest pecks against your warm skin. His body was cold from the evening winds that had whipped around him, but it did wonders in beginning to anchor your body in what seemed to be lost and flailing in your despair. For what seemed like hours, his presence vouched for him in what all the words in the world could not say. His soft humming of a love song, his thumb stroking the back of your hand which still held onto your bunny plush, his soft, sweet caresses of his lips — they all dwindled your spiralling state into one of peace, reducing your previous weeping to residual hiccups and tear stained cheeks.
“It was all so.. bad,” you managed after some time. you still did not have the heart to turn around and face him. His humming had stopped as soon as you had opened your mouth, but his other calling ministrations continued, a nonverbal way of encouraging you to continue voicing your feelings. So, you did.
“It’s everywhere I look. It's like I can’t escape it and I feel like maybe I deserve it.” Towards the end of your sentence, your words got caught in your throat once again and fresh tears welled up in your eyes, shamelessly threatening to spill over. There was no better time to use his words.
“Did you burn down an orphanage?” He spoke simply. The comment, so bizarre and out of place, was enough to draw a small smile across your mouth. “Not quite,” you had quipped, almost incredulous of the sudden conversational detour. It was then you finally moved to face him, one hand raising to press against his clothed chest. You could see, even through the darkness, his facial expression softened at the dimmed sight of your face. Though there wasn’t much he could see, the moonlight through the window did enough to reflect the wetness of your eyelashes, the lightly colored streaks staining your skin, your eyes looking so fatigued and low. You’d been through hell and back within a day, and Jungkook wasn’t there to brave the flames along your side. Still, he couldn’t stop what he had started.
“Then why on earth would you deserve the shit they’re saying to you?” His voice had an edge to it — as if there was venom he was trying so desperately to keep at bay but was seeping to the surface despite his efforts. Your voice was lost on you, unable to gather the words that had been whirring in your brain nonstop for hours. Your gaze dropped, as if to be looking for the words in the bedsheets.
“Hey,” his voice smoothed. He raised his inked arm to your face, where his pointer finger tucked itself underneath your chin and forced you to raise your gaze to meet his own. His eyes were strong, stoic yet gentle, emphatic. “You’re perfect, Y/N. Everything about you. You're perfect for me and they don’t see that,” his voice whispered, and for a moment you think he might shed a tear from how unstable his voice became at the tail of his sentence.
“I’m sorry that you’re going through this alone. I know we wanted this but you didn’t sign up for… whatever this is.” The finger propping your chin upwards moved to the flesh of your cheek, lovingly tracing the trails of sadness. You found your head nodding, finally receiving what he was pouring into you. “We’re gonna sue every last one of those losers blowing your phone up, okay? The only thing….” A kiss on the cheek. “…that matters…” A kiss on the forehead. “…is me and you.” A kiss on the lips. By the end of his little monologue, a small smile had finally reappeared on your face. Jungkook couldn’t have been more grateful to return the color back into your vision.
“I love you,” you grinned. You finally moved in and pressed your lips against his, soft and gentle. Jungkook, however, was not going for that. He quickly deepened the kiss, with his other hand moving to cup the back of your neck. His lips moved slowly against yours, painfully unhurried, yet so deep he stole the breath from your mouth. His lip rings pressed into your own naked ones, bound to leave a temporary dent in the pink. He was staking his claim on you. It was a kiss that gave you all the reassurance the world could possibly muster for you. The rhythm he established was so pleasing, it drew a soft moan into his own mouth. After a stretched minute, he was the one to break the kiss and rest his forehead against yours, breathless.
Im overstimulated today, here’s jk w/ a partner who gets overwhelmed easily. Sfw
The city trip was going well so far, if…you ignored the way your legs were sore, and the lighting in the train station was flickering.. and people were standing too close to you. You wanted so badly to just suck it up. To have a good outing.
The sushi place the two of you went to was delightful, really, you couldn’t be more happy with the date. It felt wrong to complain… but with everyone talking and the waitstaff stressed to the radio too loud you were quite tired. Sensory-wise. Tired of it all.
The train jostles and someone next to you with a heavy bag sways. You smush yourself closer to Jungkook to avoid contact. He can see the distant way you look when youve had enough of the public.
“Five more minutes,” he reminds you, both arms around you so you remained close. He looks down at you- you’re always so pretty and for what?
“You okay?”
You sigh “Yes,” but the tone of your voice sounds more like one more wrong thing away from a meltdown.
“Ive got you.” He promises. “Close your eyes so the lights don’t bother you,” he suggests. You press yourself against his chest, relaxing your eyes for the last few minutes on the train. He takes several deep breaths which remind you to breathe.
The walk to the parking garage was easy. He carried you about halfway there just so you didn’t have to walk. In the parking garage, a nearby car revs its engine and that’s the last straw.
“Baby…” Jungkook soothes as you flinch, opening the car door with one hand and setting you down so you could get in on the passenger side.
“Im sorry,” you rub your eyes. He understands completely.
“We’re going home now, okay? Im sorry you got overwhelmed.” He apologizes, one hand on your knee as he kneels by the passenger side door.
“Its not you,” you express, taking a breath. “Its just everyone else. Everyone is so loud and annoying and- and too close, and- we were having such a good day!” You’re frustrated with yourself.
“Shhh….” He reminds you gently. “I know. Its a lot. — but it’s not your fault, okay? This is a part of you, and I love all parts of you.” Jungkook continues. “Even the parts that get overwhelmed. We still had a fantastic date. I got to hold you on the train….” He adds.
You nod, trying to calm down. “You’re not mad?”
“No.” He shakes his head. “No, I get it. I get overwhelmed too, just like you. Trust me, baby, you’re not alone. Im never mad at you for something you cant control.”
You feel better now that youve let it out, partially.
“Ready?” He asks- you nod and he pushes off the frame of the car. When he comes over to the driver side he gets in and kisses your temple before starting the engine.
“Do you want your blanket from the back?” He offers, reaching for it. He turns on his heated seats too. The music is kept at a calm volume. You lean your seat back as he buckles his seatbelt.
He makes sure to drive you home safely. The last time he looks over before leaving the city you’re fast asleep.
( pick a quote + a feeling + a trope ! let’s see what fic you end up with. )
author's addition: this lil build-a-fic is inspired by @scealaiscoite ’ s adorable idea ! her prompt lists are literal perfection. go stalk her blog pls she’s the best ever 🧸 you’re welcome to tweak phrasing as needed, but please don’t add to or rewrite the original post. give credits to @fawndrip / @suprclark if using.
— QUOTE
❛ stop smiling like that. it’s distracting. ❜
❛ you make it really hard to stay just friends. ❜
❛ why does it feel like a goodbye? ❜
❛ you’re blushing. ❜ — ❛ no i’m not. ❜
❛ just friends don’t look at each other like that. ❜
❛ i missed you. that’s all. ❜
❛ you remember the little things. that’s what gets me. ❜
❛ tell me to stay. and i will. ❜
❛ my hand fits so perfectly in yours. it's like i'm made for you. ❜
❛ do you want me to leave? ❜ — ❛ no. i want you to stay forever. ❜
❛ i think i knew it was you. even back then. ❜ — ❛ then stay. ❜ — ❛ but that's the thing. i don't know if i know you anymore. ❜
❛ i don’t know how to stop wanting you. ❜
❛ this means something. don’t pretend it doesn’t. ❜
❛ you’re not just anyone. you’re you. ❜
❛ if we kiss now, everything changes. ❜ — ❛ i know but that's a risk i'm willing to take. ❜
❛ i’ve been in love with you since the night we met. ❜
❛ tell me it meant nothing. lie if you have to. ❜
❛ i was easy to leave, wasn’t i? ❜
❛ you don’t get to miss me now. you lost that right when we broke up. ❜
❛ say something. anything. please. ❜
❛ i loved you. that should’ve been enough. ❜
❛ i wish i didn’t remember everything. ❜
❛ don’t look at me like you still care. ❜
❛ i’m tired of pretending this doesn’t hurt. ❜
❛ you said forever. i believed you. ❜
❛ if you didn’t mean it, why did you say it? ❜
❛ you chose them. you always do. ❜
❛ i don’t hate you. i just wish i’d never met you. ❜
❛ you let me go like i was nothing. ❜
❛ please don’t make this harder than it already is. ❜
❛ are you sure? cause whatever this is it doesn’t feel like love. ❜
❛ it’s always been you. i just didn’t know how to say it. ❜
❛ say that again. i dare you. ❜
❛ you really don’t see it, do you? ❜
❛ i think i like you. like, like like you. ❜
❛ do you always look at people like that? ❜
❛ you make it really hard to think straight. ❜
❛ oh my god. you’re blushing. ❜
❛ this means something. don’t pretend it doesn’t. ❜
❛ i should’ve kissed you when i had the chance. ❜
❛ you’re not helping. you’re being pretty. it's distracting. ❜
❛ you make me nervous in the best way. ❜
❛ every time you look at me, i forget what i was saying. ❜
❛ just admit it. you like me. ❜
❛ if you don’t kiss me right now, i might explode. ❜
❛ you’re dangerously good at that smile. ❜
❛ only one bed ❜
❛ mutual pining ❜
❛ fake dating gone real ❜
❛ friends to lovers ❜
❛ strangers to almosts ❜
❛ found family ❜
❛ rivals with tension ❜
❛ the “oh” moment ❜
❛ confessions at 2am ❜
❛ sunshine x grump ❜
❛ forbidden ❜
❛ hurt / comfort ❜
❛ secretly in love ❜
❛ reunion after years ❜
❛ accidental domesticity ❜
❛ slow burn ❜
❛ “just friends” denial ❜
❛ second chances ❜
❛ love letters never sent ❜
❛ childhood friends ❜
❛ exes ❜
❛ soulmates who don’t believe in fate ❜
❛ enemies on the same side ❜
❛ sleep talking confessions ❜
❛ one falling first, the other falling harder ❜
❛ patching up wounds with shaky hands ❜
❛ “who did this to you?” ❜
❛ dancing in the kitchen ❜
❛ jealousy over nothing ( but also everything ) ❜
❛ late-night phone calls ❜
❛ caught in the rain ❜
❛ almost kissing but someone interrupts ❜
❛ waking up next to them ❜
❛ fixing each other’s tie / collar ❜
❛ taking care of them while they’re sick ❜
Having the night off, Jungkook and Y/N decided to have a movie night. They try to make it a weekly thing, even though sometimes it ends up only happening every few weeks when they're busy.
Y/N lost in rock, paper, scissors, so Jungkook got to pick the two movies.
"What are you putting on?" Y/N asks as Jungkook scrolls through the streaming app. She gives him a dirty look when he goes to the horror section. "Jungkook, I'm not watching a horror movie." She whines.
"It'll be fine." Jungkook assures.
"You know I hate horror movies." Y/N complains.
"It's okay. No monster's gonna get you." Jungkook promises, putting the first Annabelle movie on.
"I hate you." Y/N grumbles, slouching in her seat and pouting.
"I love you, too." Jungkook says, a teasing grin on his face. He kisses her cheek before dragging her closer to him.
Despite fighting his affection at first, once the doll makes her first appearance, Y/N's immediately clinging to her boyfriend, curling up against his body. Jungkook keeps an arm around her, playing with the ends of her hair.
Jungkook tries not to laugh when she flinches at the sight of the doll.
Jimin walks out of the kitchen, seeing the two cuddled up and then glancing to the TV, grimacing at the horror film.
"Yah, Jungkook, you're gonna give her nightmares." Jimin lightly scolds.
"I got her. I've got her." Jungkook says, hugging Y/N to his chest, his girlfriend curled up on his lap.
"If you say so." Jimin mutters, retreating to his room before he can get scared by the film.
Y/N has her hands covering her face, risking a peek between her fingers. But when the demon pops up while it is on the ceiling, she shrieks and immediately covers her eyes again, pressing herself closer to Jungkook.
Jungkook quietly snickers, but tightens his grip around her.
"It's okay. It's not real, baby." Jungkook whispers, kissing her on the head.
"This is a stupid movie." She grumbles, staying pressed against him. Jungkook rests his chin on top of her head.
"It's almost over." Jungkook assures.
After what feels like forever, the movie ends, but Y/N still clings to Jungkook.
"You're never picking movies out again." Y/N states making Jungkook giggle.
"Sorry. It's just a movie, jagiya. It's not real." Jungkook reassures, combing through her hair.
"Aren't these based on true stories? The couple that exorcised her or whatever are real people. The doll's actually a thing." Y/N recalls.
Jungkook opens his mouth to reply, but freezes when he remembers she's right.
"Uh..." He hesitates, trying to think of a response. Y/N whines, letting her head drop onto his shoulder. "Well, the doll is all the way across the world. It can't get you." He points out, kissing her forehead. "You want to go to sleep?"
"Are you insane?" Y/N questions, looking up at him. "I can't go to sleep after that. I'm gonna have nightmares."
"Okay, okay. We'll watch a happy movie before bed. I'll pick something happy." Jungkook says. "Let's watch it in bed, though. It'll be comfier."
"I'm not walking through the dark hallway." Y/N argues.
Jungkook smiles in amusement as he turns the TV off.
"Come on, scaredy cat." He teases, picking her up. Y/N's arms wrap around his shoulders, leaving her face tucked into the crook of his neck.
Jungkook puts her in the bed and shuts the door.
"Can we sleep with the light on?" Y/N asks.
"Seriously?" Jungkook asks.
"Hey, this is your fault." Y/N reminds. "You picked the movie when you know I can't do scary movies."
"Okay, okay. We'll sleep with the light on." Jungkook says, walking over and climbing in bed with her. Once they're both under the covers, she cuddles against him, Jungkook wrapping his arms around her. He picks out her favorite comedy movie he has downloaded on his phone and holds it while they both watch the film.
As the movie ends, Jungkook lifts his head, peeking over to see his girlfriend's eyes shut.
"Y/N?" He whispers. "Are you awake?" She doesn't answer, Jungkook noticing how slow her breathing is.
Jungkook turns his phone off and pulls the blanket up to cover her more. He kisses her on the head before lying back down and pulling her closer. Y/N groans as she wakes up slightly, turning around in his grip to cuddle into his chest.
"You all right now?" Jungkook whispers.
"I'll dump you next time you make me watch one of those." Y/N threatens, her voice full of sleep. Jungkook's eyes slightly widen even though she's possibly joking.
"No more scary movies." He promises, kissing her on the head as she falls back asleep.
Jungkook had been watching the last two seasons of Squid Game since yesterday. With his girlfriend being in it, he waited to watch it with her, even though she's not into watching her own projects.
She is currently in the kitchen and making more popcorn while Jungkook watches the characters play Hide and Seek. He winces at some of the brutal kills, but his breath hitches as Y/N's character, who is supposed to stay hidden, gets into a fight with one of the seekers.
His wide, doe eyes start to water as her character gets stabbed. The character repeatedly stabs her character until she's no longer breathing, the camera focusing on her for a moment as the announcement that her player has been eliminated.
Jungkook sniffles, trying to wipe away the tears falling from his eyes.
"Popcorn's ready." Y/N announces, walking into the room. She glances at the TV, realizing what the scene is and immediately looks to her boyfriend.
"You died." He hiccups, rubbing his eyes.
"Oh, honey." Y/N coos, walking over to the couch and putting the popcorn on the table. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you watch that alone."
"You could've warned me." Jungkook grumbles as she strokes his hair.
"You told me not to spoil it." She reminds, scratching his scalp. "It's just fiction, baby. I'm right here and I'm okay."
"That was mean." Jungkook pouts. "I hate that character."
"I know, baby." Y/N soothes as Jungkook hugs her. He buries his face in her neck, his tears wetting her skin, but she doesn't mind. Y/N continues to comb through his hair to comfort him while he cries over her fictional death. His arms are wrapped tightly around her, clinging to her like she'll disappear if he lets go.
"If you ever die in another show, I want a warning. And I wanna skip the scene." Jungkook mumbles, his voice barely heard since his mouth is pressed to her shoulder.
"Deal." Y/N assures, kissing his shoulder. "It's okay, baby. It's just a TV show. It's not real. I'm okay."
Jungkook lifts his head after a while, his eyes red and cheeks puffy. Y/N cups his face, brushing his tears away with her thumbs.
"You wanna finish the show or put something happier on?" She asks.
"I'll finish it, but you're not leaving my sight." He says, sniffling. Y/N's lips quirk up at his demand and she leans in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
"I love you." She whispers.
"I love you, too." Jungkook says, letting out a small sigh, his eyes studying her, taking in her beauty. "And if you're ever in debt, you better come to me and not ever play Ddakji with a random person." He warns, pointing his finger in her face.
"I promise." She tells him with a small giggle. "Come on. Popcorn will make you feel better." She grabs the bowl and leans against him. Jungkook keeps his arms wrapped around her, cuddling as close to her as he can, pulling her legs to rest over his lap. He kisses a kiss to her head, tightening his hold around her as she presses play on the show. And he doesn't let go of her for the rest of the night.
The group have been working on their comeback for a few months now, recording all the songs and coming up with choreography. With Map of the Soul: 7 having some solo tracks and the '95 line having a duet, the couple considered putting their own song, only after talking to the others about it.
Jungkook and Y/N began dating about two years ago and kept it secret from the public to avoid all the hate that would probably be received. But when working on their song together, they started to reconsider and suggested having it on the album.
"Are we sure we should do this?" Y/N questions, staring down at the sheet full of lyrics. "What if it goes horribly?"
"We could make a pros and cons list." Jungkook suggests with a small shrug.
"Everyone hates us." Y/N immediately points out.
"No one will hate us. Not true ARMY, anyway." Jungkook says, rubbing her hip. "Plus, we probably won't be able to hide forever."
"We could try." Y/N counters.
"Are there any other cons?" Jungkook wonders.
"I don't know." Y/N answers. "But I'm scared. Because if nobody likes us, it could hurt the comeback... it could hurt the whole group. And the comments will be full of hatred, and while there will be some directed to both of us, the hate is always directed more towards the girl in the situation. They'll call me names and say cruel things. I know it."
"Plus, even with not knowing we're together, there are still people who hate the idea of us being together." She continues.
Jungkook's chest tightens at the worry shining in her eyes, his hands coming up to cradle her cheeks.
"I won't let you believe any harsh words they say." Jungkook promises. "They don't know us as well as they think we do, jagiya. And if anything goes too far, the company will do something. I'll protect you from the bullies. They're just insecure people with nothing better to do than to bring someone who doesn't deserve it down."
"What, are you gonna ban every account that leaves a mean comment?" Y/N questions, only half joking.
"If I have to." Jungkook nods.
"Good luck." She lets out a weak scoff.
"Look, we don't have to release the song if you don't want to. As much as we both love it, I understand your fear. I especially don't want you to get hurt just for living your life like we've all been through so many times. I know some jerks will treat you like a criminal just for being in a relationship, which isn't fair. But if you do want to release it, I'll protect you from their words the best I can."
"What do you wanna do?" Y/N questions.
"Whatever you want to do." Jungkook answers making a small smile cross her face. "Whatever makes you comfortable, jagi."
"I love you." Y/N quietly tells him, his lips pulling up into his adorable bunny smile.
"I love you, too." He whispers, pulling her into a kiss.
And when they released the song, while there were definitely negative opinions, most of the fans -- the real ones who actually care for the group -- left positive comments.
I KNEW THEY WERE TOGETHER!!!!
their vocals are so good together
this is going down as the greatest love song 🥹🥹
they're so in love
hearing the adoration in their voices, i love this so much
