Honestly the weirdest aspect of Mulder and Scully’s relationship is that they flirt harder the more disgusting or disturbing whatever they’re investigating is. Is there a corpse with a live frog inside? Let’s crack jokes and subtly imply how attracted to each other we are. What about a dead baby in a closet? Obviously that’s when we should have a barely coded conversation about Mulder’s dick, duh. Interrogating a sadistic murderer? Totally the appropriate time to eye-fuck each other over the interrogation table. Stuck in the woods being chased by mutated conquistadors? (God, this show is strange) Time to cuddle, joke about getting naked, and sing to each other. Could you be infected with a scary parasitic ice worm? Let’s feel each other’s necks up in the most erotic way possible under the guise of a medical exam. Truly no one is doing it like them and that’s probably a good thing
Hello I have like no followers so this affects no one and I also hadn't posted in like over a year until recently. I have decided this is no longer a 100% bts or kpop blog. I found the weird internet corner of fox mulder lovers here so I owe it to myself to branch out 😛😛 still yoonkook bias for life tho
When I tell you I'm an x files newbie I genuinely started like four days ago and got HOOKED. Watched this episode for the first time the other night and I'm still thinking about this scene..... I know this is a bts blog but maybe I gotta make a new x files account... I've been revived
11: you tie my shoes and i love you // series m.list // no taglist
note: here it is !! the long awaited update. enj my loves <3
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life with jungkook begins again that sunday morning.
it felt a little strange to wake up next to him. to stir awake in his arms, nuzzled in the crook of his neck, with your legs tangled together under the sheets. his morning kisses still felt the same, even though you both know deep down that something has changed between you two.
something has shifted.
yet, it’s so unspoken that even your thoughts fail to construct themselves. everything just feels so delicate—like one (more) wrong move and everything between you two will become fragments of a sad love story untold. it claws your heart in so many agonizing ways.
the confusion, hurt, and fear.
so much fucking fear.
when did you become capable of this? of loving someone so much it made you conscious of yourself? or of being loved someone so much that every decision big or small effects them too?
... and you think he'll bring it up. you hold your breath every time there's a passing moment of silence between you two. you prepare yourself mentally for his questions or for the clarity he craves and deserves but is stuck fogged up in your chest... and perhaps it’s the sleepy morning sex or the exchanges of coffee kisses, but it doesn’t come up.
instead, he is gentle.
instead, his silence is rest, reassurance, and trust.
instead he is unconditional and his arms stay open no matter how much you anticipate for him to close off.
it drives you a little crazy... how you haven’t even apologized for anything… because, yes. there are things to apologize for. you aren’t completely sure what, but you know you should apologize for something. that’s the mature thing to do, right?
to give in first.
the bed is empty when jungkook wakes up.
his arm searches for you out of habit, eyes still closed as he reaches across the mattress and is met with… nothing. jungkook’s brows twitch faintly, eyes opening slowly only to see that the sheets beside him are wrinkled. he places his hand on your spot and notices that it’s cold.
it probably has been for a while.
quickly, he tries to recall anything you said last night and is quickly stumped. the school semester is over and there’s no way you would be meeting up with ambi this early in the day. what else could it be? what could be so important for you to leave him in the morning?
you two are okay again.
finally fucking okay.
he’s so grateful.
to be with you again… feels indescribable. though he acknowledges everything that happened between you two, he doesn’t feel the need to talk about it. at least, not right now. not when everything feels close to perfect.
at the same time, he’s prepared if you want to talk about it—talk about everything and nothing. from the timeline, his apology drafts in his notes app, and his key points of devotion for you—all of it.
everything.
he has everything ready for you. if you want it, he’ll give it to you… you just have to ask.
jungkook sits up, refusing his thoughts to go any further. it’s too early to be sad, and he has to at least give the day a chance before the sun comes up. so, he rubs his eyes and sits in it.
in this terrible feeling of waking up without you and not knowing where you are.
his chest tightens before he can stop it.
it’s ridiculous, honestly… how quickly his mind drifts these days. it embarrasses him a little because it’s so pathetic. really, it is. what grown thirty-six year old man yearns like this?
you leave once and suddenly every absence feels catastrophic.
a bathroom door closed too long, a missed phone call, or waking up without your body beside his… it’s like his brain reacts before logic can catch up.
like he’s been pushed off a boat and left to swim toward shore through violent waters, lungs burning while he searches desperately for something stable to hold onto. as a matter of fact, he thinks his lungs could collapse if you leave again. it’s like love has rewired his nervous system into something fearful and feral all at once.
before you left, jungkook never knew panic could feel so physical.
now it lives inside his body and takes over when moments like this happens.
empty sheets.
silence.
and the worst part is that he knows it isn’t fair.
you came back.
you chose him again.
yet some wounded-bunny part of him still braces for abandonment, like it’s inevitable now. like happiness has become something so borrowed, so almost. like if he loosens his grip for even a second, you’ll disappear from his life all over again and this time he won’t survive it nearly as gracefully.
because the first time nearly killed him.
all that remains now is this terrifying awareness of how much he loves you, how much he has to lose, and how much he has given up.
… then his heart skips a beat.
the faint sound of cabinets closing, ceramic against marble, and the coffee machine humming quietly from the kitchen cause him to exhale in relief.
it leaves him slower than it should.
he drags a hand down his face, lingering there for a moment longer than necessary. grounding himself. waking himself up properly before his brain starts doing cruel things again.
everything is okay.
it has to be.
you came back.
you’ve been sleeping in his arms. you let him kiss you every morning with sleepy lips and warm hands beneath his shirt like none of this was ever impossible… but, fuck.
still.
there’s something fragile in the air.
something that feels one breath away from collapsing again.
as much as jungkook hates to admit it, he feels it in the way you sometimes hesitate before touching him. he wasn’t sure what it was before, but now he can’t help but notice it because it happens often enough to worry him. it happens enough for him to feel the need to prepare to run after you. it happens enough to scare the living shit out of him.
it’s in the way you look at him like you’re trying to predict which version of him you’re going to get. it’s in the way both of you speak softer now.
careful.
conscious.
afraid.
it hurts jungkook deeply as he realizes that love has suddenly become something breakable… and he can’t even find it in himself to blame you for that.
he’s thought about it over and over again lately—trying to understand you without resenting you for the distance between you two. you’ve never done this before. you have never depended on anyone before. you have never put anything down. how can he blame you for not knowing what lightweight feels like when you have carried so much for so long?
yet, he feels helpless.
it feels like he’s always standing in front of you holding flowers while you struggle to carry a glass vase already slipping from your hands.
there are places for you to set it down. places to rest. people willing to help. he is willing to help… but you refuse every time. you insist you can hold it on your own, even as the weight starts making your hands shake. and whenever jungkook reaches forward to steady it, you stumble back so quickly the vase nearly slips altogether.
so where does that leave him?
standing there helplessly while the flowers wilt in his hands… or stepping closer and risking you dropping everything entirely?
jungkook finds you standing in the kitchen all dressed up.
your hair is tied back perfectly with a few strands loosely framing your pretty face. his first thought is; wow. you look so grown up.
he's never seen you look so mature. he can’t help but smile because wow... aren't you just the prettiest sight. he can't get over it. every second of you feels so new. he indulges in your delight.
he loves every detail.
you're wearing heels! he's never seen you in heels before. in fact, he didn't know you owned a pair.
“___,” he says, breath taken away. “you look so pretty.”
jungkook walks toward you slowly, like sudden movements might scare you away again. his hands slide around your waist from behind, palms warm against your stomach.
“morning,” you murmur.
then, you melt into him automatically. in response, he presses his mouth against your temple first.
then your cheek.
then finally your lips.
jungkook kisses you longer than usual. perhaps it’s because of his little morning scare, or maybe it’s because your look is really getting him in the mood. his thumb brushes softly over your stomach through your blouse.
“did we have plans today?” he asks against your mouth. “so early. come back to bed. you're gorgeous in this, but i want to take it off you.”
you give him a funny look.
he tilts his head in confusion.
“it’s my orientation today.”
you say it like you’ve talked about it nonstop.
you haven’t.
jungkook would’ve taken note… he couldn’t have missed this. he wouldn’t have.
“orientation?” he asks. “for what?”
“for the internship.”
and just like that… everything shifts.
again.
it’s subtle.
so subtle that maybe nobody else would notice it.
but you notice and jungkook stills behind you.
not fully, but just enough. his arms loosen slightly around your waist. his mouth parts like he’s about to say something reassuring first before his confusion catches up to him.
“… you’re still doing it?”
you nod once, turning toward the coffee machine.
“what does that mean?” you reply with a hint of a defensive tone. “when did i say i wasn't going through with it?”
the internship.
you did mention it… before the fight. before everything, but not recently.
and when did you two decide on this? when was this discussed and taken into consideration in terms of where you are in your pregnancy and where you two are emotionally? isn’t this too much on your plate? and fuck.
seriously.
did he really forget about the internship?
then it hits him.
maybe part of him just assumed that your life would slow down now. he assumed things would change. jungkook assumed you’d stay tucked safely inside the little world he was already building around you.
the realization makes guilt crawl beneath his skin almost instantly.
because he knows how that sounds.
controlling.
selfish.
but beneath all of it is something uglier.
fear.
he thinks about you struggling to get comfortable at night. your swollen ankles and he way you wince getting out of bed sometimes when you think he’s asleep. the way he caught you crying in the bathroom last week because your body “doesn’t feel like yours anymore.”
most of all, he’s afraid of being the one thing you choose to down.
and now you want to work? the school semester just ended for you… shouldn’t you take a break?
jungkook swallows hard.
“when were you gonna tell me?”
“i'm confused... jungkook, i'm pretty sure i’ve mentioned it,” you say rather passively. “if i didn’t, then i guess i’m telling you now.” your voice stays light, but he hears the defensiveness tucked inside it immediately.
his jaw tightens.
“i just thought maybe…” he pauses carefully. “maybe you weren’t doing it anymore. i mean, with all things considered.”
you finally look at him then.
“all things considered?”
“___, you’re pregnant. you’re about to give birth in like… a month and a half. besides, these kinds of things require more of a discussion, decision, and compromise between the both of us. you can’t just do things without telling me or considering me. us, i mean. you, me, the baby… be honest… did you really think this thing through?”
the words fall heavier than he intends and your expression shifts almost instantly.
jungkook feels regret stab through him immediately.
“baby, i just mean—”
“i applied for this before the pregnancy. i’m sorry if i didn’t consider you then and this is happening now,” your voice stays calm, but your shoulders tense beneath his hands. “this is important to me.”
“i know that,” jungkook agrees.
“do you?”
“i never said it wasn’t.” jungkook exhales. “of course i do.” his voice softens as he reaches for you. “i wanna support you. i do, baby. i just… i don't think the timing is good at all. your plate is too full.”
he looks down briefly, trying to organize feelings that all sound terrible out loud... because the truth is that he doesn’t think this internship is worth it. he doesn’t want you exhausted. he doesn’t want strangers stressing you out or overworking yourself.
he doesn’t want you to need anything but him.
and maybe that last thought is the problem.
“___, i don’t think you’re being reasonable with yourself right now,” he says carefully. “can you even do this? you can barely tie your own shoes these days.”
your face hardens immediately and jungkook realizes too late that his words slipped out too easily. too thoughtless.
fuck.
the second the words leave his mouth, he wants them back.
you go still.
completely still.
jungkook watches your throat bob once before you gently pull away from him. not dramatic or angry and somehow that makes it worse.
“okay,” you murmur.
“that’s not—”
“it’s fine, jungkook.” you tell him. “it’s okay. we can disagree on this. but i’m still going today and i hope you can be more supportive about this when we talk it over later.”
suddenly he feels it again.
that horrible distance.
like he’s standing right in front of you but somehow losing you anyway.
“a-and i’m not trying to be selfish, just so you know. i’m doing this for our future too. i’m doing this so i have stability for myself and don’t depend on you. i know you can do the heavy lifting. i know you can pay for the mortgage and buy me a house with a white picket fence if i ask nicely—i get it. but do you get that i’m not asking you to? that this internship is for me,” you say quietly, staring down into your coffee. “this was before you and the baby. this is the last thing i get to do for myself before i devote the rest of my fucking life to you and the baby. do you get that?”
“is devoting to us so bad?” jungkook hisses. “what the fuck are you even saying, ___?”
“i would love to lie in bed and just be yours,” you confess. “but i would never forgive myself for not doing more. for not following through with my passions and abilities just because i…”
because i love you.
you pause.
jungkook searches for your eyes.
“can you just trust me, jungkook?” you plead. “this isn’t about you, the baby, or any of that—”
“any of our life together?”
“stop,” you breathe. “please stop.”
guilt blooms hot in his chest because he understands what you mean immediately.
pregnancy has consumed everything.
your body.
your routines.
your future.
your relationship.
everyone looks at you differently and handles you differently.
especially him.
and maybe somewhere along the way, protecting you started feeling dangerously close to controlling you.
jungkook rubs a hand over his mouth.
the kitchen suddenly feels too small.
too warm.
“i don’t think you understand me right now,” you sigh eventually. “i’m going to be late if i try to explain myself even more. i’m in no mood to start a fight, and i get that asking you to understand may feel unfair… but fuck, jungkook… please?” you ask as you reach for your bag.
instantly panic flares inside him immediately.
“wait.”
you pause.
“let me drive you.” he’s already stepping back toward the hallway. “i just have to change.”
hesitation flickers across your face. it’s small and brief, but it’s still enough to make his stomach twist.
“... w-what? do you not want me to?”
“i do want you to... it's just that...” you say softly. “jimin offered already. he’s outside.”
jungkook stops moving.
“he helped me get the internship,” you add quickly. “he wanted to send me off.”
and there it is.
that sharp ugly feeling.
jealousy.
resentment.
mixed with something bitter and exhausted.
of course it’s jimin again.
of course someone else gets to stand beside you during important moments while jungkook somehow keeps ending up on the outside of them. his tongue presses hard against the inside of his cheek.
“… why are we fucking stuck here?” jungkook sighs. “why… why are we here again, ___?”
you close your eyes immediately.
not angry.
tired.
“please,” you whisper. “i don’t wanna fight.”
“this isn’t fighting.”
“then don’t make it one.”
jungkook laughs quietly under his breath.
a humorless sound.
“jungkook, this isn’t about him.”
“right,” he mutters. “and it’s never about me either.”
the second he says it, your face falls.
he knows he’s putting you in a tough spot. he knows this is near pointless. he knows he’s just being a jerk that woke up on the wrong side of the bed—but he also knows that the shit he’s saying is true. that he has pushed them down far enough.
but two things can be true at once. your truth and his.
this isn’t fair.
he knows you’re trying.
he can literally see you trying as you step toward him slowly, lips pouting a little as your fingers reach for his wrist.
“i have to go,” you lean up to kiss him goodbye. “have a good day, okay?”
and god.
he wants to let you.
he wants to melt immediately.
he wants to wrap his arms around you and apologize and tell you he’s just scared all the time now. he wants to stop time and find a way to rewind this morning just so he can be kinder, softer, and more yours…
because right now he’s so scared of losing you.
scared of hurting you.
scared that he’s already becoming the kind of man you’ll eventually resent.
but the jealousy, hurt, and misunderstanding get there first. so instead of kissing you goodbye and wishing you luck, jungkook takes a small step back… and the look on your face after nearly fucking kills him.
you try to hide it.
you really do.
but he sees the way embarrassment flashes across your expression before you lower your hand. you blink at him before attempting to smile. then, you turn around and leave.
the door closes softly behind you, soft enough that it feels intentional and it absolutely kills him. it’s like even now, you’re still trying to protect his feelings.
jungkook stands there staring at the door long after you’re gone.
his chest aches.
the building where your internship is makes you feel so grown up.
it’s exactly the way you imagined it would be with the cold glass stretching high into the clouds and the polished marble floors.
the space is filled with employees and their quick footsteps. at one point, you notice a group of girls your age with prettier resumes than yours clipped neatly onto lanyards hanging from their necks and it makes you feel a little worried.
then you realize… you’re already in.
they’re applying.
pride blooms in your chest.
then, you turn your head to follow a scent. everything smells expensive. you can't differentiate what has you in a trance. could it be the coffee, the different perfumes the linger, or the building itself?
you stand in the lobby smoothing your hands nervously over the front of your blouse while orientation assistants direct people around with bright smiles and practiced voices.
you feel good.
really good.
important, almost.
like yourself again.
not somebody’s girlfriend not girlfriend. not somebody’s future wife. not somebody’s mother. not a student anymore…
just… you.
your name.
your accomplishments.
your ambition.
your potential.
you catch your reflection briefly in the mirrored elevator walls and feel something warm bloom inside your chest.
see?
you can still do this.
you’re still you.
and even the thought alone feels embarrassingly emotional, you let it. for once, you let yourself fucking feel what is true.
ever since becoming pregnant, it felt like pieces of your identity have started blurring together in ways you weren’t prepared for. every conversation somehow circles back to the baby. every concern about your body becomes medical, practical, or protective.
maybe that’s why this matters so much. you need proof that you still belong to yourself too.
orientation begins on the twenty-seventh floor.
the conference room overlooks the city skyline, sunlight pouring through the windows while interns introduce themselves one by one. resumes. goals. prior experience.
you sit straighter every time someone speaks, doing your best to look as engaged and attentive as possible.
trying to at least.
when it’s your turn, you introduce yourself with a smile.
your voice barely shakes.
the coordinator seems impressed with your background immediately and asks you questions. you’re showered with compliments about your previous work and how much your school faculty vouched for you. at one point, you make a friend.
one of the interns beside you whispers; “girl, your portfolio’s insane, by the way.”
and god.
it feels good to hear that.
your cheeks warm with quiet pride as you thank her softly. you can't help but feel so much excitement and optimism.
but that only lasts so long.
after an hour passes, you feel your lower back ache.
then another hour passes, and you feel your need to pee every fifteen minutes kick in.
the expensive scents that had you in a trance earlier? suddenly they're too overpowering. you get a little nauseous, but worst of all is that it makes your head start to hurt.
it gets to a point where you excuse yourself for a breather. everyone nods, their eyes not shying away from your bump. you gulp as everyone watches you leave.
you tell yourself it’s fine.
you’re fine.
you are completely fine.
you’ve handled worse than discomfort before.
still, when the building tour begins, your body protests immediately. the heels of your shoes dig painfully into your swollen feet. your backache intensifies. your beginning to get lightheaded.
you trail behind the group slightly while the coordinator speaks enthusiastically about departments and opportunities and networking events, but her voice starts sounding fuzzier the longer you walk.
too warm.
everything suddenly feels too warm.
your blouse sticks uncomfortably to your skin beneath your cardigan while your stomach tightens faintly beneath the fabric.
the baby shifts.
hard.
you pause instinctively, palm pressing against the underside of your stomach.
“___? are you okay?” the girl beside you asks gently.
your answer comes automatically.
“yeah, i’m okay.”
she smiles and continues walking. you follow immediately despite the ache crawling down your hips.
because that’s what you do.
keep going.
keep smiling.
keep proving yourself.
then, your phone buzzes.
jungkook: hi baby
did you eat lunch yet?
read.
jungkook: i was a jerk this morning.
i'm sorry
read.
jungkook: also hope ur day is going well
excited to hear abt it later over dinner
pls go on a dinner date with me :(
pls ...
your throat tightens unexpectedly…. because suddenly all you can picture is him standing barefoot in the kitchen this morning looking half asleep while rubbing circles against your stomach through his hoodie.
you think about the way his face fell after stepping away from your goodbye kiss.
you think about him tying your shoes three days ago because you’d gotten frustrated trying to bend over.
your chest aches.
the afternoon drags afterward and your body has now given up.
your ankles are visibly swollen and your smile hurts to maintain. your stomach feels so heavy that standing upright for too long makes you want to cry a little. you had to excuse yourself to pee like six times in the span of one hour.
still.
every time someone asks if you need a seat first, or help carrying materials, or water and in response; you refused.
somewhere deep down, accepting help still feels too close to weakness… and maybe pregnancy has made that worse.
it’s humiliating sometimes.
not because jungkook makes you feel incapable.
god no.
if anything, he loves you too carefully.
that’s the problem.
he notices everything.
every wince, every sigh, and every moment of discomfort you try to hide. sometimes you catch him watching you with this quiet worried expression, like he’s mentally calculating ways to make the world softer for you.
you used to think it was suffocating.
now, halfway through another department tour while your feet throb so badly you can barely focus, you suddenly wonder if maybe you’ve misunderstood him all along.
maybe love looks a little like being witnessed.
maybe love looks like someone noticing when you’re struggling before you say anything at all.
your eyes sting unexpectedly as you realize just how much you miss him. the realization hits hard enough to make you stop walking for a second.
you want him.
you need him.
you love him more than you’re willing to admit… and it’s getting tiring carrying all of this. it’s tiring being everything all at once. your chest tightens as you finally let yourself put something down;
your pride.
by the time you leave the building, your body feels so unbearably heavy. you haven’t been this tired in months. it’s like exhaustion has settled somewhere deeper than your bones. your feet ache. your back burns. your stomach feels tight and sore from carrying yourself upright all day while pretending none of it was difficult.
maybe that’s the most exhausting part of all.
pretending.
pretending you aren’t struggling, or that you didn’t need any help. pretending that your independence still feels empowering instead of lonely.
you can’t help it.
the elevator ride down had been your breaking point.
one whole minute of uninterrupted silence. one whole minute of no smiling, no introductions, and no trying.
just stillness… and suddenly every ache in your body became impossible to ignore.
in one breath, you realize how much relief you feel at the thought of coming home to jungkook… and everything he is. your chest tightens painfully at the realization because suddenly, the thought of going home to an empty apartment sounds unbearable. you think you might actually cry if jungkook isn’t there.
maybe home has never really been a place for you.
maybe it’s always been a person.
as you step out of the elevator, you take your phone out from your bag and open it. quickly, you realize you never texted him back.
fuck.
your stomach twists immediately.
as you’re about to answer him, you reach the front of the lobby and the revolving doors slide open. cold air brushes against your skin and then—just like all the moments with him in the past—you feel him.
his presence.
and just like that, you lift your head and see him.
jungkook is standing outside the lobby with wire-framed glasses slipping slightly down his nose. his oversized denim jacket makes him look broader than he already is, his dark hair visibly messy from running his hands through it too many times. he’s holding a shopping bag in one hand and flowers in the other.
god.
he looks painfully handsome.
he looks like home.
a sudden thought comes up; maybe that’s what finally scares you… how badly you want to rest there. like every soft place your body has been craving all day without you realizing it. the second his eyes land on you, he smiles.
it’s small at first.
then it softens completely as he takes you in.
relief floods his face so openly it nearly wrecks you on the spot. like he’s been anxious for hours. like physically seeing you standing in front of him settles something violent inside his chest.
his shoulders visibly loosen as you walk closer to him. the tension in his jaw easing for the first time all day.
and god.
nobody has ever looked relieved by your existence before.
wanted you? yes.
desired you? absolutely.
but relieved? like your presence alone quiets something terrible inside them? the realization makes your throat tighten immediately because maybe leaving him really did break something in him… and somehow, he still loves you gently anyway.
you stop walking for half a second because suddenly you feel shy.
which is ridiculous.
this is jungkook.
your jungkook.
the man who has seen every version of you.
still… because things between you two have felt so fragile lately that seeing him waiting outside for you anyway makes your chest ache in a completely different way. in a way where you feel this overwhelming rush beneath your skin. like you need to kiss him immediately or you’ll lose your mind. like you need to be in his arms or you’ll lose vision in your left eye.
dramatic, ridiculous and painfully real.
you want his hands on you.
not sexually.
just… somewhere. anywhere. enough to remind your body that you aren’t alone anymore and that you need him in a way you never have before.
so, you pick up your pace.
you walk toward him, prepared to do it. to give in. to finally put your pride down. to tell him he was right about today and how you should’ve listened. but when you finally stand in front of him, you open your mouth and nothing comes out.
instead, you just stare at him.
and in return, jungkook smiles at you like you’re his entire world.
his eyes move slowly over your face like he’s checking for damage.you feel your own eyes sting almost immediately when he leans forward and presses a kiss against your cheek. his lips linger there for half a second too long.
your eyes close instinctively. your body leaning toward him before your pride can stop it. already at a loss for words, jungkook suddenly crouches in front of you.
instantly, your breath catches sharply enough your lungs hurt because he does it so naturally. he reaches for the strap of your heels and begins undoing them quietly. he doesn’t ask you anything. doesn’t comment on how swollen your ankles look right now or tease you for overdoing it.
instead, his fingers brush against your ankle gently, steadying your leg automatically so you don’t wobble.
his glasses slide further down his nose as he looks down in concentration. you notice the faint crease between his brows. the careful way he holds your ankle steady in his palm.
your stomach twists painfully because when was the last time you treated yourself gently? and something inside you starts unraveling immediately because this is the first time all day someone has treated your body like something deserving of care instead of performance. this is the first time you’ve been taken in regardless of your pride.
this is the first time you let it happen too.
you don’t pull away and you don’t insist you can do it yourself. you don’t apologize for taking up space.
you just let him love you in his own way.
the terrifying part is how natural it feels. how quickly your body melts the second someone else starts carrying the weight for you.
jungkook slips the heel off carefully and the relief is immediate. your shoulders sag without permission, and his brows pinch faintly at the reaction like he’s upset you were uncomfortable for longer than necessary.
then he reaches into the shopping bag beside him.
your favourite pair of sneakers.
your throat tightens as jungkook slides one onto your foot carefully before moving to the other side. still silent. still gentle.
his thumb brushes softly against the inside of your ankle, absentmindedly and instinctively. it’s intimate in the way only long-term love can be.
and suddenly you can’t breathe properly.
all day long you kept forcing yourself through discomfort like enduring pain quietly was something noble all the while jungkook loves you like resting is allowed.
your vision blurs instantly.
fuck.
you look away quickly, pressing your hands against your face before the tears can fully spill… except they already are.
before you knwo it, your shoulders shake once. then again… and again.
jungkook freezes mid-knot.
panic flashes across his face before he even looks up properly.
“… baby? why are you crying?”
his voice changes immediately. he sounds soft, concerned, and truthfully a little scared. you realize suddenly that your tears frighten him now. like losing you once taught him to panic first and think second.
you shake your head quickly behind your hands, mortified from your own body’s betrayal. you can’t believe it… how pathetic you must look right now.
“i’m okay,” you whisper.
but the words crumble the second they leave your mouth because you aren’t okay. perhaps that’s the first honest thing your body has admitted all day.
“s-sorry,” you whisper weakly. “i just… fuck, jungkook…”
another sob catches in your throat.
“you tie my shoes and i… i love you.”
the confession slips out before you can stop it.
jungkook stills completely.
then he stands immediately after tying the laces, his hands wrapping gently around your wrists to pull them away from your face. his brows knit together the second he sees how hard you’re crying.
“you love me?”
his hands cup your face carefully.
your eyes flutter shut for half a second on instinct alone like your body recognizes safety before your mind does. your breathing slows instinctively beneath his touch like your nervous system knows him by heart now. his thumbs brush beneath your eyes over and over while he searches your expression like he’s trying to figure out where the damage is. he hates seeing you cry. he didn’t realize just how much until now.
jungkook’s face crumples slightly.
“baby, talk to me.”
the tenderness in his voice only makes you cry harder.
fuck.
he sounds so worried. so loving. so invested.
so… yours.
“look, i’m sorry about this morning,” jungkook says quickly when you can’t answer. “i shouldn’t have pushed you like that, i just…”
he pauses before briefly dropping his forehead against yours.
the contact makes your knees feel weak instantly.
you can feel him breathing. it’s uneven and shaky. it’s like he’s trying very hard not to unravel with you.
“fuck,” he whispers. “i was worried about you all day.”
your chest caves inward. you feel the pit of your stomach twist violently. you might actually throw up from how overwhelming all of this feels.
“you didn’t answer my texts,” he murmurs softly. “i didn’t know if you were mad at me or if something happened or—”
“you were right.”
jungkook’s expression changes instantly.
your lips tremble.
“jungkook… i’m so tired,” you whisper shakily. your voice sounds smaller somehow…
younger.
it’s vulnerable in a way that makes jungkook’s entire face soften immediately. the confession leaves your body like surrender and the second you say it out loud, more tears spill down your cheeks because it’s true.
you’re so tired.
tired of carrying everything alone. tired of treating your body like something to battle against. tired of acting like needing love is the same thing as weakness.
“my feet hurt,” you whisper brokenly. “my back hurts and i could barely focus all day because i was trying so hard to pretend i was okay. at first everything smelled really good and then everything smelled too strong and i got dizzy and nauseous and—and one colleague brought porkbelly for lunch which is fine because he’s allowed to eat whatever he wants b-but i…”
“shhh,” jungkook whispers immediately. his hand slides into your hair instinctively. “it’s okay. what you feel is okay.”
jungkook says it so easily as if your feelings aren’t inconvenient. meanwhile, you hate how pathetic you sound… except jungkook doesn’t look at you like you’re pathetic at all.
he looks at you like he wishes he could’ve carried you through the entire day himself.
“a-and the whole time i kept thinking about you,” your voice cracks harder. “about how angry i got because you noticed before i did.”
his thumbs still softly against your cheeks.
“i don’t know how to stop doing this,” you admit quietly. “i don’t know how to stop carrying more than i can handle.”
your fingers curl weakly into the front of his hoodie like some exhausted part of you is finally reaching for help instead of resisting it.
“i trust you, i really do… but sometimes this doesn’t even feel like it’s about you. it’s about what i put down. where i put it. and how do i adjust to a lighter load? how do i become okay with not being everything all at once?”
the words hang between you both heavily because finally; you’re saying the real thing.
not the argument or defensiveness but the fear underneath it.
jungkook’s eyes gloss over instantly behind his glasses.
“i keep acting like needing you means losing myself,” you whisper. “and i’m so tired of fighting you when all you’re trying to do is love me.”
you grip the front of his hoodie weakly.
“i give up,” you whisper. “i give in.”
a beat.
“jungkook, i love you. i want to be loved by you,” you cry softly. “and i’m sorry for making it feel like you had to beg me to let you take care of me. a-and i’m sorry about the sara thing. whatever the fuck that was… i’m sorry.”
“we can talk about that another time,” he says softly. “let’s focus on you right now, okay?”
his voice breaks completely before he pulls you against him immediately. so fucking desperately… his hand spreads wide against the back of your head protectively like he’s terrified you’ll disappear if he loosens his grip too much. one arm wraps tightly around your shoulders while the other cradles the back of your head, pressing you into his chest like he’s been holding himself together all day and finally can’t anymore.
the force of it almost makes you stumble.
“don’t apologize for anything,” he whispers shakily into your hair. “it’s all okay.”
you cry harder the second he holds you because this is what you were actually afraid of all along.
and it’s relieving to be in this moment with him. to feel not only dependence or vulnerability, but rest.
the terrifying softness of being cared for without needing to earn it first.
being loved enough to finally rest.
jungkook presses trembling kisses against your hairline while his hand rubs slowly up and down your back.
“___, i want you to know that i don’t want less of you,” he whispers. “i don’t want you smaller. i don’t want you quieter or easier or less ambitious. i just want you happy.”
his voice cracks hard on the last word because he means it. more than his pride and more than being right… honestly? maybe more than himself.
another sob leaves your chest instantly.
jungkook pulls back just enough to look at your face again, brushing tears from your cheeks carefully.
“and i know you can do everything alone,” he says softly. “that’s never been the issue.” his forehead presses against yours again, his nose brushing yours gently. “i just don’t think you should have to.”
your eyes squeeze shut.
for the first time in a long time, you let your full weight lean into him completely.
your body practically folds into his.
exhausted from holding yourself up alone for so long.
“thank you for everything,” you whisper, dipping your head low. you kiss him softly, his lips chase yours as you pull away. “thank you for being so patient… especially when i don’t know how to stop carrying everything by myself.”
his thumb brushes slowly beneath your eye before he exhales shakily through his nose, forehead resting against yours.
“then put it down,” he whispers softly.
your brows pinch.
“what?” you ask.
“all of it.”
“we can put it down anywhere you want,” he murmurs. “we’ll figure it out together.”
his hand slides from your cheek down to your wrist carefully.
“for starters, you can leave it by the couch,” he begins, earning a weak laugh breaks through your crying. jungkook pauses and smiles softly at the sound of it. “or we can shove it into some ugly box and hide it under our bed for awhile.”
your lips wobble harder.
his expression turns impossibly tender after that.
“and if you want…” his hand lifts slowly between you both before he presses your palm gently against the center of his chest.
right over his heartbeat.
his heart pounds hard beneath your hand.
“you can put it here.”
your breath catches sharply. jungkook’s eyes never leave yours.
“i love you. i want all of you.” he says. “i have meant every part of my presence with you. since the very beginning. since our first kiss and the first time you ever refused for me to drive you home. since the grocery store. i miss you every second you aren’t with me. i love our baby in every possible way. i love our life together even though it’s just beginning.”
jungkook pauses to take a breath.
“___, you, my love, are all i long for and adore. not because you're the mother of my child or because the timing was right; but because i love waking up next to you even more than i love falling asleep together. because i love your pink lemonade kisses. because i love who i am when i'm with you. i am completely, madly, deeply in love with you in your becoming. i love you as you are. i am completely and utterly yours. i love you with open arms, devotion beyond understanding, and so much life. fuck, ___. loving you brought me back to life… i love you in ways i never knew i could choose to... and that’s the thing; i choose to love all of you.”
Summary: Your bi-weekly movie nights with Taehyung had always been the safest part of your life, until the night a forgotten promise dragged you both to a housewarming party instead. What should have been just another evening between best friends slowly unravels when a single mandarin and one honest confession shift the air between you. After so many years of pretending nothing has changed, one night might be all it takes to finally peel back the layers.
Genre: Non idol au, smut with some plot, best friends to lovers.
Warnings: Taehyung has a praise kink and he’s so in love. This story came to me in a dream, so if it's a little crazy, just go with it!
WC: 13k
You were never the type of person to change plans on such short notice, especially not when it came to your hang outs with Taehyung. When both of your grown up jobs and separate social circles kept you busy and apart, your bi-weekly meet-ups were precious for the both of you.
But you just could not escape tonight.
Tae had been your best friend for longer than you could remember, starting somewhere when you were both still in high school and he made fun of your fruit-shaped erasers. Back then he hadn’t been as careful with his words and his comment about your tangerine-looking school supply had embarrassed you, and you replaced the orange thing with a regular, boring blue and red eraser that smelled of nothing but rubber.
He’d still been sensitive enough to notice the change, and the very next day you came into the classroom to find a brand new grape-scented gel pen and a notepad with strawberry prints. Not to mention the brand new deskmate in the form of a bowl-cut teenager Tae.
He’d been handsome and charming even then, but nothing compared to the thirty year old version of him which now sat next to you inside his car.
“We don't have to stay long, I swear.” you told him from the passenger’s seat, more than a little guilty for making you both miss the movie tonight. “I really forgot I promised May I'd come tonight.”
“Babe, it's fine.” Taehyung chuckled under his breath, following the GPS and taking a smooth right turn. “I didn’t complain once about this.”
“I know. You never complain.” which somehow made you feel worse.
“As long as we get to hang out, I don't care.” he shrugged, carefree and gentle as always.
“Okay.”
“Just relax.” he laughed again, placing his warm palm on your thigh, which did the opposite of relaxing you. “Is this the house?”
You pointed to the next house over through the windshield. “It's the next one, but we can park here and walk up.”
You could already see a few cars that you knew belonged to your friends and their friends, in front of May’s newly acquired home. Taehyung saw the same parking spot you had noticed and used one hand to parallel park in a way that shouldn’t be as attractive as it was.
You even had to distract yourself by checking the road, trying to keep busy and useful, with little hints of ‘a little more to the right’ and ‘now two inches ahead’, which he absolutely did not need. But you needed it, because focusing on how his biceps bulged every time he maneuvered and noticing the veins of his forearm would do very little for your mental health right now.
“Can you reach the flowers in the back?” Taehyung asked as he turned off the engine of the car.
“I think so.” you unbuckled your seatbelt.
As you reached through the space between your seat and the driver’s, carefully reaching for the pretty flowers you bought to bring tonight, Taehyung got out of the car and ran to your side to open the door for you. And you knew him long enough to know he’d planned for this.
“And they say chivalry is dead.” you mused, letting him help you hop off with a familiar hand at your waist.
“‘They’ sound dumb.” Taehyung grinned, proud of himself.
You let him take the flowers from you, just so you could fix your dress that had moved up during the ride and the hop; it was still a nice dress that didn’t uncover much of your skin if you were standing. Definitely not ‘movies appropriate’, but perfect for a housewarming party such as this one.
May had promised you that it wouldn’t be a party at all, but a get together so she could show off her new place to her closest friends. Which definitely included you, but maybe not your plus one.
Even if the man himself looked sinful in simple blue jeans, a white shirt and red jacket with fun patches you knew he’d ironed in during a moment of fashion boredom. It also didn’t help your case that he’d styled his hair tonight in messy little waves that sat away from his forehead, when you told him once this week that you liked that look on him.
The walk from the car to the right house was a short one, not enough for your feet to hurt in your heels, and much less for you to get lost, but Taehyung still stood next to you like you were about to get too far away from him.
“Do you think we need to knock?” you asked once you reached the front door, hearing laughs and music from the inside.
“It's your friend's housewarming, you tell me.” he said, handing you the flowers so you could be the one to deliver them.
“I think we're good.” you decided.
You turned the doorknob, finding it unlocked, and let yourself and Taehyung in. The small mountain of shoes at the entrance told you this was a no-shoes new house, and you were thankful for taking off your heels before your feet started to hurt too much. Taehyung was taking off his red sneakers when you heard a squeal.
“There she is!” May showed up at the entrance of the living room, looking gorgeous with a pink dress that looked like a cloud.
“Was ‘cotton candy’ the theme for tonight?” you laughed, rushing to meet her and offer her a hug.
“The theme is ‘this is my new house and I’ll wear whatever the fuck I want’.” she shrugged, taking the flowers with the biggest smile. “You brought me flowers!”
“Your real gift is being delivered later this week.” you told her, as if flowers weren’t an appropriate gift for an achievement like this.
May was about to wave you off, to tell you not to worry, but then she saw something over your shoulder, which made her jaw drop. At least she had the common sense to whisper her next question: “You brought Taehyung?”
“Is that okay?” you asked, even if you already knew the answer.
“Just don't drool on my new carpet.” she teased, pushing past you to hug your friend. “Hey, Taetae, long time, huh? Feel right at home!”
“Thanks, May-ssi.” Taehyung hugged her back, but his hands still looked for the spaces on her body that were covered by her dress. “I like what you did with the place.”
“You should see upstairs.” she winked, walking ahead and leading the two of you to where the others were hanging out.
“Seriously, the spare room is going to see me more often than my boyfriend's couch.” Jimin was sitting on the arm of a chair he was sharing with Seokjin; both men were your friends you met in college.
“If it has a bed, then it definitely should.” you snorted, wondering which ‘boyfriend’ Jimin meant this time. You hoped it was Hoseok, but the couch mentioned made you guess it was probably Jungkook. “Did we miss the tour?”
“Just the first round, I'll take you around later.” May explained, grabbing you by the wrist and waving Jimin to follow. “We're about to make margaritas in my new blender.”
“Oh, nice.”
You didn’t feel like separating from Taehyung right now, especially when you knew he’d be the odd man out; even if he’d already been introduced to everyone in the house at least once before and he was the social butterfly out of the two of you. You only let May and Jimin lead you away because Namjoon was already getting up to greet Taehyung in that little half-hug, half-pat on the back that boys do when they are pretending to be more familiar than they actually are.
The kitchen was definitely a feature area in the house, just a little ahead from the living room, but still close enough that you could see everything. It was much bigger than May’s old one, and everything looked brand new. It made you really proud of the girl, when you knew she had been saving for years after living in a shoe-box apartment so she could splurge like this.
“Wow, you even have a kitchen island!” you gushed, knowing it had been one of the deal makers for her to get this place.
“I knoooow, she’s my baby!” May caressed the island with light hands, as if a harsher touch could actually scratch the marble.
“She’s very pretty.” you entered the kitchen to help out making the drinks.
May immediately claimed the spot in front of the blender like a mother hen, peeling the plastic off one last button you hadn’t even noticed still had a corner lifting, while Jimin laughed and reached for the bag of ice on the counter.
You grabbed the limes and started cutting them in halves with the help of a cutting board, the clean citrus smell mixing with the sharp bite of tequila the second May twisted the cap open.
“So you brought Tae, huh?” Jimin didn’t take long enough to bring it up.
“He's my best friend, it's not weird.” you justified, watching Jimin steal one of the lime wedges only to wince when the juice hit his tongue straight.
“I'm your best friend.” May corrected, spreading salt on a small plate and the ice was dumped into the pitcher.
You rolled your eyes. “He's my boy best friend.”
“Press her once more and she'll use the right word.” Jimin told May with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
“Stop, it's not like that.” you grumbled, looking out to the living room to make sure no one outside the kitchen was listening.
“You want it to be.” May said, and you had no arguments for her when she knew too much. “I'm just saying bringing him here tonight is a couplely move.”
“There are plenty of single people here.” you wiped your fingers on a paper towel, passed May the last lime half, and stepped closer when she started adding everything in, all three of you crowding around the blender.
“Looking to hook up with other single people.” May was not only the owner of a new house, but of very good points as well, it seemed. “Just ask Alyssa.”
You wish the mention of the girl’s name didn’t hit you square in the chest like it did. It’s not like you had anything against her, not really… She had been nothing but nice to you ever since you met, the kind of girl that lights up rooms and people write songs about. But she’d also had her eyes on Taehyung every time you brought him around.
“Alyssa is here?” you asked again, because you hadn’t seen her when you first came in.
“Worried?” Jimin asked, already knowing the answer when your shoulders dropped.
You turned around before you could stop yourself, eyes crossing the open space of the living room until they found Taehyung near the wall, one shoulder tipped back against it like he had settled there for only a second and somehow gotten stuck.
Alyssa stood close enough that it made something in your stomach pull tight, her hand brushing his arm when she laughed, head tilted just a little too prettily, the whole thing carrying that soft, easy kind of flirting girls like her never had to force. Taehyung laughed too, looking down at her with that warm attention that always did dangerous things to your insides, and even from the kitchen you could see how comfortable he looked standing there with her, how natural it seemed, and the sight hit in one clean, ugly wave that sat hot and heavy under your ribs.
May slid the blender pitcher closer to the line of cups and announced that the margaritas were done, Jimin already reaching to help pass glasses around just as Seokjin and Namjoon drifted into the kitchen like they had followed the sound of people having a better time somewhere else.
There was no big call for everyone to move, no moment made out of it, just the easy shuffle of people grabbing their drinks and heading toward the patio together, talking over one another on the way out.
You turned on instinct, your own drink already in your hand, ready to ask Taehyung if he wanted to come with you, but stopped when you caught Alyssa handing Taehyung's phone back to him, as if he’d just typed something on it. The thought landed quietly, not sharp enough to make you angry, only enough to make you step back from calling to your best friend.
Because if something was happening there, if they wanted to keep talking, then you were not about to get in the middle of it.
The backyard looked just as new as the rest of the house, a clean stone patio stretched out from the back doors, stepping down into a small square of trimmed grass bordered by dark rocks and carefully placed shrubs.
Off to one side, May had already set up a couple of outdoor couches with cream cushions that still looked too untouched, like nobody had fully broken them in yet, while a few lawn chairs were scattered around in a loose circle as if people had started claiming spots before the party even properly settled. There were tall planters near the fence, soft garden lights fixed low along the edges.
You ended up dropping into the space between Jimin and Seokjin on one of the couches, tucking one leg under yourself as you brought the margarita to your mouth for another careful sip. It had way too much tequila for your taste, the kind that burned first and tasted like lime second, so you took it slow and let the cold glass rest against your thigh between sips.
“Too strong?” Jimin asked, one look at your face giving you away.
“May still makes drinks like she was trying to disinfect us from the inside out.” you swallowed and gave the drink a suspicious look.
“That means it’s a good drink.” Seokjin let out a laugh into his own cup.
“No, it meant she lost count halfway through pouring.” you corrected with a little grimace.
“Same thing.” Jin said with a shrug.
Jimin leaned forward, whispering conspiratorily: “Give it ten minutes and Namjoon is going to start talking about real estate like he personally helped build the house.”
“I heard that–” Namjoon huffed from one of the lawn chairs where he was lounging.
“I wasn’t hiding it from you.” Jimin shot back.
You smiled into your glass, shoulders loosening a little as Seokjin bumped his knee lightly against yours.
“Remember her old apartment?” Seokjin asked.
“I still have nightmares about that bathroom.” Jimin made a face immediately. “You could brush your teeth while sitting on the toilet.”
“That was an efficient design!” you said, a little defensive even despite your laughs. That bathroom had seen a lot of your hungover mornings and it never told your secrets.
“That was poverty!” May yelled from across the patio, making all three of you laugh.
“And yet,” Seokjin went on, looking around with exaggerated seriousness, “we all still came over every weekend like we were living the free life.”
“We were twenty-two and stupid.” Jimin said with a raise of his glass.
“We were twenty-two and jobless.” you raised your own glass just to feel young again.
Jimin turned to you with fake offense all over his pretty face: “I had a job.”
“You worked at your uncle’s café two afternoons a week.” Namjoon rebutted with a scoff.
“It was still employment!” Jimin whined.
Seokjin nodded. “Part-time nepo baby.”
Jimin gasped, hand to chest, and you finally laughed around the next sip, wincing right after when the tequila hit again:
“To May’s new house.”
“To May’s new house.” you echoed, touching your glass lightly to theirs as the conversation rolled on like it always had, easy and warm and worn in from years of knowing exactly how to pull laughter out of each other.
And then you noticed him almost right away, even with the patio full enough to split your attention. Through the glass doors, Taehyung paused on the other side of the porch light, eyes moving over the backyard like he was searching for someone specific, and your heart gave one small, stupid jump the second his face changed when he found you.
It was immediate, easy to read even from where you sat. Something in him lit up, softening his whole face before he even stepped outside, and you hated what that one look did to you after everything you had just told yourself in the kitchen.
Jimin noticed too, because of course he did. He cleared his throat beside you and nudged your arm with his elbow in a way that was far too knowing to be innocent, then pushed himself up with his drink and casually abandoned his spot, moving to annoy Namjoon’s personal space.
By the time you looked back up, Taehyung was already there, catching the open space like it had always been meant to be his. He sat down beside you without hesitation, pulling off his red jacket before you could ask what he was doing, and draped it over your legs in one easy movement, covering your bare thighs and the side of your dress the night air had started getting to. The gesture was so natural it almost felt practiced.
Your eyes lifted on instinct, scanning past his shoulder, almost expecting Alyssa to appear behind him or step out onto the patio a second later, but the glass doors only showed the warm blur of people still inside, moving through the kitchen and living room with drinks of their own.
“I got this for you.” Taehyung held up a small mandarin between his fingers, and it looked almost ridiculous in his hand, bright and glossy and so much smaller than his palm that it made you smile before you could keep yourself in check.
Even from that close, you could spot the tiny hot-stamped Jeju sticker pressed onto the peel, the kind that made it obvious this was not just any fruit someone grabbed from a corner store, but from somewhere expensive.
“Where did you find that?” you chuckled, already feeling the rest of the patio blur at the edges as your attention settled fully on him.
“May’s fridge.” he shrugged, like snooping through someone’s kitchen was the most normal thing in the world.
“When she said feel at home, I don’t think that’s what she meant–”
Taehyung only shrugged, like of course he had stolen fruit out of someone else’s fridge for you, like that did not need any further explanation. Then he lowered his eyes to the mandarin and started peeling it with a care that made your chest feel strangely tight. His thumb pressed into the skin just enough to break it, the peel lifting back in soft strips under his fingers, and each little squeeze released that fresh, sweet citrus scent into the cold air between you.
You watched his hands more than you meant to, the steady way he worked, unhurried and precise, and it did something unfair to your heart when it should have been the simplest thing in the world. But it was coming from him, which made it feel like more.
With was always more with Taehyung.
Once the fruit was bare in his palm, he split off one piece and started pulling away the thin white strings clinging to it, taking his time with the same quiet focus. You knew exactly why he was doing it. He had seen you pick at them before, complaining about the texture until only the clean pulp was left.
“Damn, let the girl eat some fibers.” Seokjin said from your other side, amusement easy in his voice.
Taehyung did not even look up. “I like enabling her.”
“You’re the only one.” Seokjin shot back, the kind of teasing that had always belonged to the two of you.
Taehyung’s mouth twitched, but there was something a little firmer under it when he answered:
“She only needs one, so.” he kept going, stripping the last stubborn bit of white from the piece between his fingers like Seokjin had not said a thing.
One of the girls sitting near May let out a dramatic sound.
“That’s actually sick. My boyfriend won’t even bring me water, and you’re out here peeling the strings off too?”
Another voice laughed with her, but it all blurred a little at the edges for you. You almost waited for Taehyung to correct it, to say it was not like that, that he was just being nice. He never did. He only looked at you, the peeled piece of fruit held up near your mouth, his eyes steady enough to make your pulse trip over itself.
When you leaned in and took it with your lips, his gaze stayed there the whole time, fixed on your mouth in a way that made the sweet burst of juice feel secondary to the heat climbing up your neck.
“I’m not always on board with stealing, but this is actually really good.” you said after swallowing, still tasting the burst of sweet juice on your tongue.
Taehyung smiled under his breath like that had been the point all along, already working on the next piece before the first one had barely gone down. The orange peel, the thin white strings, even two small seeds he had picked out rested carelessly on the knees of his jeans, and he did not seem bothered by any of it.
His hands kept moving with the same quiet patience, making a mess of himself so you would not have to deal with any of it.
“Alyssa brought them for May.” he said, glancing down at the fruit as he cleaned another segment for you. “As a house gift, I think. She said they came from some farmer’s market near her place that gets them from Jeju Island.”
“Oh.”
“I asked for the guy’s number. If you want more, I can get them for you.” he gave one small shrug, like this had all been obvious.
Your stomach fluttered again at the mention of Alyssa, but this time it turned on itself almost right away, the ugly little knot loosening as fast as it had formed. You looked at him for a second, then at the fruit in his hand, and the alcohol warming your chest made your mouth move before your pride could stop it: “I thought she gave you her number.”
“Why would I need her number?” Taehyung finally looked up, eyebrows pulling together like the idea had not crossed his mind once.
“Have you looked at her?” you let out a soft scoff, trying to play it off even as your face felt warmer than it should have.
He held the next piece up to your mouth before answering, waiting until you leaned in and took it from his fingers.
“She’s not my type.” he said simply.
Jimin, who had absolutely been listening from his seat this whole time, made a delighted sound like he had just been handed gossip and dessert at the same time.
“What’s your type, Taehyung-ssi?” the man wanted to know immediately.
Taehyung did not even hesitate. He kept his eyes on the mandarin in his hands as he peeled away another stubborn string, but the corner of his mouth lifted.
“Someone who still uses gel pens to write notes and refuses to eat fiber unless it comes from popcorn.”
The reactions that followed stayed soft everywhere but under your own skin. One of the girls let out an immediate, breathy ‘aw’, another groaned like she had just witnessed something unfair, and Jimin’s mouth curved into that deeply satisfied little smile of someone who had seen this coming from ten miles away.
Beside you, Seokjin lifted his hand toward Taehyung for a high five over the boldness of the words, only to be completely ignored as Taehyung kept working on the fruit like nothing had happened.
Seokjin looked at his own hand for a second, then slapped it against his other palm himself, and that was what earned the quiet burst of laughter from the group.
“Is there something you didn’t tell us?” May asked from across the patio, narrowing her eyes at the two of you with instant suspicion. “You would tell me if you’re dating, right?”
“We’re not.” Taehyung glanced up at that, then back down to the mandarin in his hands. Something in your chest dipped before he added, just as simply: “I was hoping we would be, after tonight.”
You turned to look at him so fast your shoulder brushed his. “What?”
“Our movie date got cut short.” only then did he lift his eyes to yours, and there was nothing dramatic in his face, nothing played up for the people around you. He just looked at you openly, like this was the easiest truth in the world to say. “Now all I have left is peeling mandarins and hoping you understand what I’m doing.”
For a second, you could only stare at him.
The patio did not go silent. People were still talking around you, May was still laughing somewhere to your left, a chair scraped lightly over stone, and somebody inside the house opened one of the sliding doors just enough for a swell of music to spill out before it shut again.
But all of it felt farther away now, softened at the edges, like the whole night had folded in around the small space the two of you occupied on the patio couch.
Taehyung, meanwhile, stayed exactly where he was, knee pressed lightly to yours under the weight of his jacket still draped over your legs. He picked a seed from the next segment and dropped it onto his jeans with the rest of the mess, not caring in the slightest what he looked like.
“So,” he said, quieter now, only for you. “Did it get the point across?”
You looked at the fruit in his hand, at the white strings gathered over the blue denim on his knees, at the bright peel curled near his leg, then back at his face. He was watching you with that same open steadiness, like he was not nervous at all, like saying what he meant had never once felt unnatural to him.
Your stomach fluttered so hard it almost hurt.
“Maybe a little.” you murmured.
“A little?” his eyebrows lifted.
“You might have to keep going.” your heart was fluttering like crazy in your chest.
The grin that spread over his face came slow and warm, lighting him up in a way that made your chest squeeze all over again.
“That’s fine.” he said, already lifting the next perfect piece to your mouth. “I bought myself at least another five minutes with this one.”
You were full on expecting things to become awkward between you and Taehyung, after the small and blunt, but very honest confession that passed between the two of you, in front of all of your other friends, no less. Instead, even when it was just the two of you inside his car, his fingers smelling of mandarin juice and you smelling of the perfume that clung to his jacket you were now wearing, the mood was light.
Well, as light as it could be, now that you knew tonight was supposed to be your first date with your best friend. It was all so surreal to you, that you couldn’t find the right words to say, or even any wrong ones, just to break the silence. And Taehyung clearly noticed it, too, when he started driving away from May’s new neighborhood and said:
“Was I out of line?” his tone was low and calm, so much so that you almost missed the question.
“Huh?” you looked at him, noticing how both hands on the steering wheel now. You shook your head right away. “No, you were… You. Which, for the record, is how I like you.”
“Careful with that word now, babe.” his shoulders seemed to relax, but just a smidge. “I might think you mean it.”
“You peeled me an expensive mandarin, of course I mean it.” you chuckled, taking your own leap of faith and resting your hand on his thigh, just like he had done to you so many times before.
“That’s what did it, huh?” his right hand rested on top of yours, and as much as you’d held hands before, it never felt quite like this.
“Actually, what did it was you bribing my desk-mate to exchange places with you so you could sit by my side in school.” you told him with a new laugh, feeling the small clench of his fingers around yours. “The mandarin only reminded me you’ve always been like this with me.”
Taehyung let your words sink in, the fact that you had a crush on him for decades now. You watched his small pout disappear just as fast as it appeared, like he wondered, just for a moment, how much time you lost by being young and not knowing any better. But then he took your hand in his and brought it to his lips, kissing your knuckles, like he decided no time would be wasted from now on.
“So am I dropping you off?” Taehyung asked you, and there was a lot more behind those words than you might have been expecting. “Or do I get a little more time tonight?”
“Can you peel this one for breakfast tomorrow?” you pulled the second mandarin from the jacket’s pocket, making Taehyung laugh so hard it filled the car.
“I definitely can.”
The conversation kept flowing as he drove, easy and unforced, moving from one thought to the next with the kind of rhythm that only came from knowing someone for years.
It was light, familiar, full of the little things that would have sounded meaningless to anyone else, but with him it never felt like filling silence. Your hand stayed in his over the center console, his thumb brushing yours every now and then as the city passed outside in quiet stretches of yellow light.
Nothing about it felt staged or fragile, nothing about it made you nervous in the way new things usually did for you. If anything, it felt like stepping into something that had been waiting for you both for a very long time, and now that you were finally here, there was no awkwardness to it at all.
The walk from the car to the elevator of his building was quiet, your heels clicking softly beside his sneakers. His red jacket still hung over your shoulders, carrying his warmth and that faint cologne you’d known for years. Taehyung kept one hand lightly at the small of your back, guiding you without any real pressure, like he just needed the contact.
Inside the elevator, the doors slid shut and the soft hum filled the small space. You leaned against the mirrored wall, watching him press the button for his floor. When he turned back to you, the air felt thicker. He stepped closer, not quite crowding you, but close enough that you could see the tiny flecks of gold in his eyes and smell the faint citrus still clinging to his fingers.
“Hi.” he murmured, almost silly after everything tonight.
“Hi.” you whispered back, biting down on a smile.
The elevator dinged far too soon. Taehyung took your hand again as you stepped out into the quiet hallway, his thumb brushing your knuckles the whole way to his door.
He unlocked it with one hand, pushing the door open and letting you step inside first. The familiar scent of his apartment wrapped around you, clean laundry, a hint of sandalwood, and something that was just undeniably him. You kicked off your heels by the door out of habit, toes sinking into the soft rug. Taehyung followed, toeing off his red sneakers and setting them neatly beside yours like they belonged there.
The click of the door closing behind him sounded louder than it should have.
For a second you both just stood there in the entryway, the weight of the night settling around you. Then Taehyung moved.
One hand came up to rest on the door beside your head, the other gently cupped the side of your face, thumb brushing your cheekbone. He stepped in until his body was only a breath away from yours, caging you in without trapping you; tall, warm, and so close you could feel the heat radiating off his chest through his white shirt.
His eyes searched yours, dark and steady, a tiny furrow between his brows like he was holding his breath.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” he said quietly, voice barely above a whisper. “But if it feels wrong… if it’s awkward… we stop. We go back to mandarins and movie nights and I’ll still be the happiest guy in the world just being your best friend. Okay?”
Your heart was hammering so loudly you were sure he could hear it. You nodded, swallowing past the flutter in your throat.
“Okay.”
Taehyung leaned in slowly, giving you every chance to pull away. His nose brushed yours first, soft and tentative. Then his lips touched yours, gentle and warm, testing. The first press was feather-light, almost careful, like he was afraid the years between you might shatter if he pushed too hard.
For one heartbeat it felt like the world held its breath with you.
Then something clicked.
His lips moved against yours with quiet certainty, tilting his head just enough to fit better, and the kiss deepened naturally, sweetly, like breathing. There was no awkwardness, no clash of noses or hesitation in rhythm. Just warmth, the faint taste of mandarin and the way his hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, fingers threading gently into your hair.
A soft sound escaped you, half sigh, half relief, and Taehyung answered it with a tiny, involuntary hum against your mouth, like the tension he’d been carrying for years finally unraveled.
When he pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, both of you breathing a little faster, his eyes were shining.
“Fuck.” he whispered, a soft laugh coloring the word. “That didn’t feel like breaking anything.”
“No… it felt like finally starting.” you let out a shaky laugh too, your hands having found their way to his chest at some point, fingers curled into his shirt.
His thumb brushed your bottom lip, eyes following the motion with open wonder.
“Yeah,” he murmured, voice warm and a little rough. “Yeah.”
He kissed you again, slower this time, deeper, but still unhurried, like he wanted to memorize every second of it. One hand stayed at the back of your neck, the other sliding down to your waist, pulling you gently closer until your bodies pressed together. The kiss stayed sweet, but there was a quiet thrill underneath it now, a spark that made your stomach flip and your fingers tighten in his shirt.
When you finally parted, Taehyung didn’t step back. He stayed right there, caged around you against the door, smiling that small, private smile you’d only ever seen aimed at you.
You let out a soft, breathless laugh: “We just kissed.”
“We did.” he whispered back, eyes crinkling with quiet joy. His thumb brushed your cheek again, like he couldn’t quite believe he was allowed to do that now. “And it was… good. Really good.”
“Really good.” you echoed, feeling giddy and warm all over.
Taehyung pressed one last gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth before finally stepping back just enough to let you breathe. He took your hand, lacing your fingers together, and tugged you gently away from the door.
“Come here.” he said, voice soft and a little shy as he led you down the short hallway into the living room.
The space was familiar just like the rest of the apartment, the big comfortable couch you’d both fallen asleep on during countless movie nights, the low lamp casting a warm glow that never seemed to be turned off, no matter how much you pointed out his energy bill.
You both dropped onto the couch, knees bumping, and suddenly the giggles hit. Soft, unstoppable little laughs that came from pure relief and disbelief.
“I can’t believe you’re finally my girl.” Taehyung laughed under his breath, and if it was anyone else saying those words, you would have cringed. But it was Tae, so the words landed so sweetly that your chest fluttered hard.
“Your girl?” you repeated, teasing but unable to hide how much you liked hearing it.
“Yeah.” he sounded almost shy now, the confident Taehyung from the patio giving way to the boy who once bought you a grape gel pen just to make up for embarrassing you. “If you want to be.”
The moment stretched tender and sweet between you until Taehyung’s expression shifted into something more careful, more concerned.
“Hey… you’re not drunk, right?” he asked, brows furrowing slightly. “May’s margaritas are no joke. You said they were strong.”
“I’m fine, Tae. I barely drank half of it.” you shook your head quickly, smiling at how thoughtful he was even now. “The tequila hit hard at first, but I’m perfectly sober, I promise.”
“Okay. But just in case… wait here.” he studied your face for a second longer, then nodded, still looking a little protective.
Before you could protest, he stood up and headed toward the kitchen, his socked feet quiet on the floor.
While he was gone, you shrugged off his red jacket, folding it neatly and laying it over the arm of the couch. The cool air of the apartment brushed against your skin now that you were no longer covered by the heavy fabric. Your dress suddenly felt a little shorter, a little more revealing than it had all night, the neckline sitting lower, the hem riding up just enough on your thighs as you sat with your legs tucked under you.
You were suddenly very aware of how much you were showing, and even more aware that Taehyung would notice the second he came back.
The thought sent another flutter through your stomach, nervous, but the good kind.
You heard the fridge door close, the soft clink of a glass bottle, and then his footsteps returning. When Taehyung stepped back into the living room with the cold bottle of water in hand, his eyes did exactly what you expected: they flicked down to your bare shoulders, the curve of your collarbones, the way the dress now clung a little differently without the jacket hiding you.
He paused for half a second, throat working as he swallowed. Then he cleared it softly and continued toward you, handing you the water with a small, warm smile that didn’t quite hide the new heat in his gaze.
“Here.” he said, voice a touch lower than before. “Drink some.”
You took the cold bottle from him, your fingers brushing his in a way that felt more intentional now. The first sip of water was refreshing against the lingering warmth of the margarita and the heat still blooming under your skin from his kisses. Taehyung watched you the whole time, eyes soft but noticeably darker as they traced the line of your throat and then dropped lower.
“You look really pretty like this.” he cleared his throat quietly, a small, shy smile tugging at his lips.
“Like what?” you asked, teasing even though your cheeks warmed.
“Without my jacket hiding you.” his gaze flicked down again, then back to your face, almost apologetic. “I don’t know where to put my hands now.”
The honest admission made you laugh softly, the sound light and affectionate. You set the water on the coffee table and shifted closer on the couch until your knees pressed together.
“You can put them on me, Tae.” you told him easily. “We’re not exactly strangers.”
He let out a breath that sounded half-relieved, half-nervous, and reached for you. One warm palm settled carefully on your bare thigh, just below the hem of your dress, while the other came up to cup the side of your neck. His thumb stroked your skin in slow, soothing circles. The touch was gentle, still testing, like he was giving you every chance to guide him or slow him down.
For a moment you just sat there like that, sitting close, breathing each other in, the quiet hum of the apartment wrapping around you. Then Taehyung’s eyes drifted to the side, landing on the second mandarin you’d pulled from his jacket pocket earlier and left on the coffee table.
A small, fond smile crossed his face.
“I know you said you wanted that for breakfast, but you can have it now, if you’re hungry. We didn’t eat much tonight.” he murmured, voice low and a little rough. “You want me to peel it?”
You nodded, biting your lip to hide how much the simple offer affected you. “Yeah, if you don’t mind.”
He picked up the fruit with the hand that had been on your neck, but his fingers were noticeably less steady than they’d been on the patio, a faint tremble as he started working the peel. The citrus scent bloomed between you again, sharp and sweet, mixing with the warm sandalwood of his apartment.
You watched his hands, the way his long fingers pressed into the skin, peeling it back in careful strips. Juice glistened on his fingertips, and every now and then his eyes would flick up to yours, checking, wanting.
When he finally split off a clean segment and began pulling away the thin white strings with the same patient focus as before, you felt the familiar flutter low in your stomach, only stronger now, heavier with everything that had already changed tonight.
Taehyung held the piece up between you, offering it like he had on the patio. But this time, instead of simply taking it with your lips, you leaned forward and closed your mouth around it… and around the tips of his fingers.
The juice burst sweet across your tongue. You let your lips linger for a second longer than necessary, tongue brushing softly against his skin to catch the sticky citrus that clung there. Your eyes stayed locked on his the whole time, wide, warm, and a little daring.
Taehyung’s breath hitched sharply. His whole body went still except for the faint tremor that ran through the hand still resting on your thigh. His pupils blew wide, dark and stunned, as he watched you slowly pull back, lips sliding off his fingers with one last gentle swipe of your tongue.
“You can’t do this to me…” he whispered, voice hoarse and wrecked in the softest way. The words came out almost like a plea, but his eyes were shining with pure want. “Not after waiting this long. Not when you look at me like that.”
The air between you felt heavier now, thicker with the citrus scent still clinging to his fingers and the quiet sound of your breathing. You smiled, a little shy, a little bold, and licked your lips once more just to watch the way his gaze followed the motion.
Before you could say anything, Taehyung’s voice dropped even lower, warm and curious.
“Let me have a taste too.” he murmured, eyes flicking from your mouth back to the half-peeled mandarin in his hand. “See what all the fuss is about.”
He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he broke off another small segment, but this time he didn’t offer it to you. He popped it into his own mouth first, chewing slowly, juice glistening on his lower lip. Then he leaned in, one hand still resting high on your thigh.
The kiss started soft again, like you were learning he liked, just the press of his lips against yours, but the moment his tongue traced the seam of your mouth, it deepened into something far more sensual.
He tasted like sweet mandarin and warmth, and he explored you unhurriedly, like he wanted to learn every detail. Taehyung’s teeth caught your bottom lip in a gentle nibble, tugging lightly before soothing it with his tongue. You sighed into him, and he answered by sucking softly on your tongue, slow and drawing another quiet sound from your throat.
Your hands moved on instinct, sliding up into his messy waves, fingers threading through the soft strands and tugging just enough to make him hum against your mouth. The vibration sent a shiver down your spine. Taehyung’s free hand didn’t stay still either, it slipped beneath the hem of your dress, palm gliding slowly up the bare skin of your thigh, stopping just short of where the fabric ended higher up. His thumb stroked lazy circles there, teasing the edge of your underwear without pushing further, like he was still giving you every chance to set the pace.
Tae pulled back just enough to breathe, lips brushing yours with every word:
“God, you taste even better like this.” he whispered, voice rough and shaky with want. His fingers flexed gently on your thigh, the other hand still tangled in your hair. “Tell me if I’m going too fast, okay? I just… I’ve thought about kissing you for so long. Touching you.”
You answered by pulling him back in, your own hands tightening in his hair as the kiss picked up again, deeper, slower, more exploratory. His palm slid a little higher under your dress, the heat of his touch making your stomach tighten with anticipation, while your fingers scratched lightly at his scalp, earning you another low, pleased sound from deep in his chest.
Everything stayed tender, but the spark from the mandarin moment had ignited into a slow-burning flame that was quickly becoming impossible to ignore.
You pulled back just enough to catch your breath, chest rising and falling quickly. Taehyung’s eyes were dark, lips slightly swollen, hair deliciously messed up from your fingers. His hand was still warm under the hem of your dress, resting high on your thigh, but you wanted it closer.
“Stand up for me?” he asked softly, voice husky but gentle, like he was still checking if this was okay.
You nodded, heart hammering. He helped you to your feet, both of you rising from the couch in one fluid motion. Once you were standing, Taehyung stayed seated for a second longer, looking up at you with open wonder. Then he rose too, tall frame unfolding until he towered over you, broad shoulders and warm presence making the space between you feel smaller in the best way.
His hands found your waist first, steady and warm.
“Can I…?” he murmured, fingers brushing the zipper at the side of your dress.
“Yes.” you whispered.
He pulled the zipper down slowly, the soft sound loud in the quiet room. The fabric loosened, and with careful hands he eased the dress off your shoulders. It slid down your body and pooled at your feet, leaving you in nothing but your panties. No bra, the cool air kissing your skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of his gaze.
Taehyung’s breath caught audibly. His eyes dropped to your bare breasts, dark and appreciative, lingering.
“Fuck… you’re beautiful.” he said, almost under his breath, like the words slipped out before he could stop them. One large hand came up, hesitating just a moment before his palm gently cupped the underside of one breast, thumb brushing over the soft curve. “I didn’t know… God, I didn’t know you were this perfect.”
The size difference hit you then, him standing so close, so much taller, his broad frame making you feel small and cherished all at once. You swallowed, warmth flooding your cheeks and lower belly.
Taehyung seemed to notice the effect too. A small, almost shy smile touched his lips as he looked down at you, one hand still on your breast, the other resting at your waist. “Look at you.” he murmured, voice low, like he knew exactly what to say to undo you. “So small next to me… and still driving me crazy.”
“You’re not exactly small yourself, Tae.” you couldn’t help the soft laugh that escaped, even as your pulse raced.
His grin widened for a second, warm and affectionate, before he stepped back just enough to reach behind his neck and tug his white shirt off in one smooth motion. The fabric hit the floor beside your dress. Your eyes drank him in; the smooth, tanned planes of his chest, the subtle definition of his stomach, the way his shoulders looked even broader without anything covering them. You had seen him shirtless before, but never like this. Never with permission to stare. Never with the knowledge that you could touch.
For a long moment you simply stood there, staring at each other in the soft lamplight. The tension was thick, palpable, crackling in the silence. His eyes traced every inch of your bare skin; yours did the same to him, the faint trail of hair disappearing into his jeans, the way his chest rose and fell a little faster now, the obvious bulge pressing against the front of his pants.
Taehyung was the first to move. He took your hand and guided you back toward the couch, his touch gentle despite the heat in his gaze. “Come here, my girl.”
He eased you down onto your back, following you so he settled between your parted legs. The couch was wide enough that he could brace himself on one forearm without crushing you, his body covering yours in warm, delicious weight. The moment he lowered himself, you felt the hard line of his cock press against your core through the thin layers of fabric still separating you, denim against lace, hot and insistent.
A soft gasp left your lips at the contact.
Taehyung groaned quietly, forehead dropping to your collarbones.
“Sorry… you just feel so good already.” he rolled his hips once, slow and lazy, letting you feel him fully. Then he captured your mouth again in a heated, unhurried kiss.
This kiss was lazier than the ones before, deeper and more indulgent. His tongue slid against yours in slow strokes, occasionally pulling back to nibble at your bottom lip or suck gently on your tongue the way you were quickly learning he loved. Your hands roamed freely now, one threading back into his messy waves, the other sliding down the warm, bare skin of his back, feeling the muscles shift under your palms as he moved.
Tae’s own hands weren’t idle. One stayed at your breast, thumb circling your nipple until it tightened under his touch. The other slipped between your bodies, palm gliding up your inner thigh until his fingers brushed the edge of your panties, teasing without rushing. All the while he kept that slow, grinding rhythm against you, his cock pressing and rubbing right where you needed him most through the fabric.
Every roll of his hips sent sparks through you. Every sigh and quiet moan he drew from your mouth seemed to make him hungrier, yet he never hurried, like he wanted to savor every second of finally having you like this.
“Been dreaming about this… having you under me. Feeling you like this.” his voice was low and rough against your lips, every word punctuated by another slow roll of his hips that pressed his cock harder against your clothed pussy.
You whimpered softly, fingers tightening in his hair, and that seemed to be all the encouragement he needed.
Taehyung kissed you once more, deep and lingering, before he began to trail his mouth downward. He took his time, lips brushing along your jaw, then the sensitive spot just below your ear. When he reached your neck he sucked lightly, then harder, leaving a faint mark that made your breath hitch. Lower still, his mouth found your collarbone, then the swell of your breast.
He groaned the moment his lips closed around your nipple, warm and wet. He sucked gently at first, tongue swirling around the peaked bud, then with more intention in slow, rhythmic pulls that had your back arching off the couch.
A soft cry escaped you when he grazed his teeth over the sensitive flesh, followed immediately by soothing licks. He switched to the other breast, giving it the same devoted attention, sucking and biting until the skin flushed and bore faint red marks that would bloom later. His free hand kneaded the breast he wasn’t attending to, thumb flicking over the wet nipple he’d just released.
Every pull of his mouth sent sparks straight between your legs. You writhed beneath him, one hand still tangled in his messy waves, the other gripping his shoulder as your hips rolled up instinctively, seeking more friction.
Taehyung hummed in satisfaction against your skin, the vibration traveling through you. He kissed a slow, wet path down the center of your stomach, pausing to dip his tongue into your navel, making you giggle breathlessly before the sound melted into another moan. When he reached the waistband of your panties, he looked up at you through dark lashes, eyes gleaming with heat and quiet awe.
His hand slipped beneath the lace without warning, two long fingers gliding through your folds. The moment he felt how slick you were, a low, pleased sound rumbled in his chest.
“Fuck, you’re so wet already.” he murmured, voice thick with wonder. His fingers teased your entrance, circling slowly, spreading the wetness up to your clit without quite giving you the pressure you craved. “All this for me? Been thinking about me like this too?”
You nodded frantically, hips twitching under his touch. The ache between your legs was almost unbearable now.
He pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss just above the waistband of your panties, then looked up again, lips curved in a small, teasing smile: “I wonder if you taste even better than those Jeju mandarins.”
The words sent a fresh wave of heat through you.
“Tae… please. Find out.” you whined, high and needy, fingers tightening in his hair.
That was all he needed.
You lifted your hips eagerly, helping him as he hooked his fingers into the sides of your panties and slid them down your legs. He tossed the lace aside, leaving you completely bare beneath him. For a moment he just looked, eyes dark, chest rising faster, taking in every inch of you spread out on his couch.
Then he settled lower between your thighs, broad shoulders pushing your legs wider apart. He pressed a trail of wet kisses along your inner thigh, alternating sides, getting closer and closer until you felt his warm breath against your pussy.
The first touch of his tongue was gentle, a slow, flat lick from your entrance up to your clit that had your back arching sharply off the cushions. Taehyung moaned loudly against you, the sound raw and unrestrained, like the taste of you was better than anything he’d ever had.
“God… you taste so fucking good.” he groaned, voice muffled against your folds. He dove back in with the same patient, exploratory focus he’d shown with every kiss and every peeled mandarin. His tongue circled your clit in slow, deliberate strokes, then flattened again to lap at you broadly, savoring every drop. He alternated between long, luxurious licks and gentle suction, humming and moaning like he couldn’t get enough.
When two of his long fingers slipped inside you, curling slowly to find that perfect spot, your moan broke into a shaky cry. He pumped them lazily at first, matching the rhythm of his tongue, then faster as your hips started to rock against his face. His free hand stayed on your stomach, holding you gently in place while he devoured you, wet, obscene sounds filling the living room along with your gasps and whimpers.
Taehyung was lost in it. Every time you clenched around his fingers or tugged harder at his hair, he groaned louder, hips subtly grinding against the couch for his own relief. He sucked your clit between his lips, tongue flicking rapidly, then soothed with broad licks again, completely focused on pulling more of those sounds from you.
You were trembling, thighs tightening around his head, the coil in your belly winding tighter and tighter with every stroke of his tongue and curl of his fingers.
He pulled back just enough to murmur against your slick skin, voice hoarse and dripping with need.
“That’s it, my girl… let me hear you.” he teased, and then the next words almost did you right then and there: “Want to feel you cum on my tongue.”
Taehyung’s voice was barely more than a growl against your soaked pussy before he dove back in with renewed hunger. His mouth turned starved, tongue flicking rapidly over your swollen clit, then sucking it between his lips with firm, insistent pulls that made your thighs shake.
He groaned loudly into you, the vibrations shooting straight through your cunt as two long fingers pumped deeper inside you, stretching you open with every thrust.
He was relentless now, lost in the taste of you. His tongue worked faster, alternating between quick, desperate licks and hard suction, while his fingers curled and scissored, always aiming for that spot that made your back bow off the couch. Wet, filthy sounds filled the living room, the slick slide of his fingers, the obscene noises of his mouth devouring your pussy, your own broken moans growing louder and more desperate.
Your hips rocked frantically against his face, chasing the pleasure as it built unbearably fast. One hand fisted tight in his messy waves, the other gripping the couch cushion like it was the only thing keeping you grounded.
“Tae– oh god, Tae–” you gasped, voice cracking.
He moaned in response, the sound vibrating against your clit as he sucked harder, fingers thrusting faster, stretching your tight cunt around them. The coil in your belly snapped without warning.
Your orgasm crashed over you hard, a sharp cry tearing from your throat as your pussy clenched rhythmically around his fingers. Taehyung didn’t slow down, he kept licking and sucking through every wave, groaning like he was the one coming undone, milking every last tremor from your body until you were trembling and gasping beneath him.
Only when your hips started twitching from oversensitivity did he finally ease up. He gentled his tongue into slow, soothing licks, then carefully withdrew his fingers, replacing them with one last soft kiss to your pulsing clit.
Taehyung climbed up your body slowly, kissing a wet trail up your stomach and between your breasts before burying his face into the crook of your neck. His fingers slid back between your legs, gently pumping into your soaked cunt again, slow, lazy strokes to ease you through the aftershocks. Like now that he had a feel of you, his fingers couldn’t stay away.
And despite the oversensitivity, you couldn’t get enough of it either.
You wrapped your arms around him tightly, pulling him closer to your chest, one hand stroking through his hair while the other rubbed soothing circles over his bare back. Both of you were breathing hard, skin warm and slightly damp with sweat.
“Fuck, Tae…” you whispered, voice still shaky with pleasure. “Your tongue felt so good. I didn’t know you were that good at it. I’m… honestly surprised.”
He let out a soft, muffled laugh against your neck, but you felt the way his body tensed at the praise, his hips twitching hard against your thigh through his jeans. The reaction was immediate and unmistakable; your words seemed to make him even hornier.
You smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of his head: “I’ve been dying to see you. I know you’re big.”
Taehyung lifted his head just enough to look at you, cheeks flushed, eyes dark but sparkling with shy amusement.
“Can you tell?” he chuckled, the sound abashed and boyish.
“I’ve seen your morning woods before.” You giggled with the admittance, the sound light despite how wrecked you still felt. His eyes widened in genuine surprise, a dramatic gasp escaping him. “Come on, how many sleepovers did we have?!”
“I still didn’t know you noticed it!” he laughed, that sweet laugh you’d loved for years in silence, the one that made his eyes crinkle at the corners even now. “At least I guess you know what to expect.”
“Am I going to be able to walk tomorrow?” you teased, sliding one hand between your bodies until your palm cupped the hard, heavy outline of his cock through his jeans.
Taehyung groaned deeply, hips rolling forward to press his bulge firmer into your hand.
“Why?” he rasped, voice thick with need. “Are you going anywhere?”
You laughed breathlessly, still cupping his hard length through the denim, giving him one slow squeeze that made his hips jerk forward again.
Taehyung groaned low in his throat, then suddenly pulled back just enough to look down at you with dark, hooded eyes.
“I need you on my bed now.” he rasped, voice rough with want.
He pushed himself up from the couch in one smooth motion, towering over you again. Strong hands slid under your arms and helped you stand on slightly shaky legs. The second you were upright, he turned you gently so your back pressed flush against his front. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you tight as he started walking you both toward his bedroom.
The familiar short hallway felt longer than usual when Taehyung couldn’t keep his hands or mouth off you. One palm stayed splayed possessively over your stomach while the other roamed higher, cupping and kneading your breast. His cock, still trapped in his jeans, pressed hot and insistent against the curve of your ass with every step. He leaned down repeatedly to mouth at your neck, open, wet kisses mixed with gentle sucks and the occasional scrape of teeth that made your knees weak.
“Tae… we’re never going to make it if you keep doing that.” you stumbled a little, giggling softly when his arm tightened to steady you.
“Don’t care.” he murmured against your skin, hips rolling once so you could feel exactly how hard he was. “Been waiting too long to rush now.”
By the time you reached his bedroom doorway, your skin was flushed and tingling everywhere he’d touched. The warm glow of the bedside lamp was already on, casting soft golden light over the big bed and the familiar scattered details of his room.
“Do you always keep that light on, or were you planning on seducing me like this tonight?” you glanced at the lamp, then back at him with a teasing smile as he finally loosened his hold so you could step forward.
“It’s not the first time I left that on.” he admitted quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Can you blame me for hoping?”
The honest confession made something warm bloom in your chest, like it had been happening all night. You laughed softly, the sound light and affectionate, and walked the few steps to his bed. You sat on the edge of the mattress, completely bare, and let your eyes roam over him, eating him up with your gaze.
“Let’s see it, then.” you said, voice sweet but dripping with teasing challenge. You tilted your head, smiling up at him. “Show me what I’ve been missing.”
Taehyung’s expression shifted. The shy, second-guessing boy from earlier melted away, replaced by quiet cockiness and pure confidence. He stepped closer until he stood right in front of you, close enough that you had to tilt your head back to keep looking at his face.
Without breaking eye contact, he reached down and popped the button of his jeans. The zipper came down slowly. He shoved the denim down his long legs and kicked it aside, leaving him in just the black boxers that did very little to hide how hard he was.
Then those came off too.
Your mouth went dry.
He was big alright, longer and thicker than the morning woods or the grinding against you on the couch had ever prepared you for. His cock stood flushed and heavy against his stomach, the head a deep, angry red and already leaking steadily, a glossy bead of precum sliding down the shaft. The sheer size of him made your thighs press together instinctively, a fresh wave of heat pooling low in your belly.
Taehyung watched your reaction with dark, satisfied eyes, one hand casually wrapping around the base of his cock and giving himself one slow stroke.
“Still think you’ll be able to walk tomorrow?” he asked, voice low and teasing, but the way his cock twitched in his grip told you he was just as affected.
You licked your lips, unable to look away. “I… might need to call in sick.”
He let out a soft, husky laugh and stepped even closer, his free hand coming down to gently cup your chin, tilting your face up toward him.
Taehyung’s thumb brushed gently over your bottom lip, his voice dropping into something raw and needy.
“Touch me.” he murmured, almost begging. “Please, baby…”
The plea hit you straight in the chest; and lower. Your heart fluttered hard at how desperate he sounded, and a fresh pulse of heat throbbed between your legs, your cunt clenching around nothing at the sound of his voice like that.
You felt a little shy suddenly, despite everything you’d already done tonight. You looked up at him through your lashes, biting your lip as you reached for him. Your fingers wrapped around the thick base of his cock, and the moment you felt the scorching heat and velvet-soft skin, both of you let out a quiet sound.
Your hand looked so small and delicate against him, pretty fingers barely able to close fully around his impressive girth. Taehyung’s cock twitched visibly in your grip, another bead of precum welling at the flushed tip and sliding down slowly.
“Fuck…” he breathed, eyes fixed on the sight. “Look at that. Your pretty little hand looks so tiny on me.”
The awe in his voice made you bolder. You used it against him, voice soft and sweet as you started stroking him slowly from base to tip: “You like that? Like seeing how small I am compared to you?”
“Yes– shit, yes. Love it.” Taehyung groaned, hips jerking forward into your fist.
You spread the leaking precum down his shaft with your thumb, making the slide smoother as you learned every inch of him, the thick vein running along the underside, the way he pulsed hot and heavy in your palm, how he seemed to grow even harder under your touch. Your strokes stayed slow and exploratory at first, twisting gently at the head on every upstroke.
His moans became constant now, low and broken, like he could barely hold himself together. Every sound went straight to your core, making you wetter as you watched his abs tense and his chest rise faster with each pump of your hand.
You kept your eyes locked on his the whole time, refusing to look away even when you leaned forward. Your tongue darted out first, giving the leaking tip a slow lick that tasted salty-sweet. Taehyung’s breath hitched sharply, one hand coming down to gently thread through your hair without pushing.
Then you opened your mouth wider, stretching your jaw to take him in. Your lips wrapped around the flushed head, the sheer size of him forcing your mouth open as you sank down slowly, tongue swirling around the sensitive underside.
Taehyung let out a deep, guttural moan, fingers tightening just slightly in your hair. “That’s it… fuck, your mouth feels so good already. My pretty girl…”
You sank down further, taking more of his thick cock into your mouth until the head nudged the back of your throat. Your lips stretched wide around him, saliva already beginning to coat his shaft as you bobbed your head slowly at first, then with more confidence. The sounds were messy, wet, obscene slurps mixed with your soft hums and his constant, broken moans. Drool slipped from the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin and onto his balls as you worked him deeper, tongue pressing firmly along the thick vein underneath.
“Fuck… your mouth is so warm, so wet, shit, baby…” Taehyung’s hand stayed gentle in your hair, not forcing, just holding as his hips twitched forward involuntarily.
You hollowed your cheeks and sucked harder, taking him as deep as you could until your nose nearly brushed his pelvis. Your free hand stroked what you couldn’t fit, twisting slickly with all the spit. Then your other hand slipped between his legs to cup his heavy balls, rolling them gently in your palm.
Taehyung’s entire body jerked. A deep, guttural groan tore from his chest and his cock throbbed hard against your tongue. For a second he looked like he was about to lose it right there, hips stuttering as he fought for control.
You pulled off just enough to giggle around the head of his cock, eyes sparkling up at him with pure mischief.
“Little brat.” he cursed breathlessly, voice strained and fond at the same time. “You knew exactly what you were doing.”
Still smiling, you gave his balls one last gentle squeeze before releasing them. Taehyung let out a shaky exhale, then gently tugged you off his cock with a wet pop. His chest was heaving, eyes dark with lust as he looked down at your swollen, shiny lips and the mess of spit on your chin.
“On the bed.” he instructed, voice rough but gentle. “Hands and knees. I need to see that pretty ass.”
You obeyed instantly, heat flooding your body at the command. Turning around, you crawled up the mattress toward the headboard, swaying your hips with every movement. You lowered your shoulders to the sheets, arching your back deeply so your ass was high in the air, knees spread wide, presenting yourself perfectly for him.
Behind you, Taehyung let out a low, strained hum that sounded more like a growl: “You shouldn’t be so good at that.”
“Neither of us are virgins, Tae.” you pointed out softly, cheek pressed to the cool sheet as you glanced back at him. “You met all of my boyfriends–”
The sharp smack of his palm against your ass cut you off, not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to sting deliciously and make you gasp. The possessive edge in the gesture sent a fresh rush of arousal straight to your cunt.
“I’m the only boyfriend you’ll have from now on.” he said, voice low and serious, one big hand rubbing soothingly over the spot he’d just smacked. “The only one who gets to see you like this. Got it?”
“Yes… I only ever wanted you, Tae. Only you.” you moaned at the words, your pussy clenching visibly with how much his possessiveness turned you on.
“Good girl,” he praised, the words warm and rough at the same time.
He climbed onto the bed behind you, the mattress dipping under his weight. You heard the slick sound of him pumping his cock a few times, then felt the blunt, leaking head press against your dripping entrance. He nudged it up and down your folds, coating himself in your wetness, but he didn’t push inside. Just rested there, hot and heavy, teasing.
You whined impatiently, pushing back against him, but he stayed perfectly still. When you looked over your shoulder, you found him already staring at you, eyes dark, jaw tight, drinking in the sight of you presented so openly for him.
“Show me what you can do, then.” he murmured, voice thick with challenge and barely contained need.
It was your turn not to hesitate.
With a slow, deliberate roll of your hips, you pushed back onto him. The thick head of his cock parted your slick folds and began to sink inside your tight cunt, stretching you open inch by inch. You clenched around him on purpose, sucking him deeper with every backward movement, your walls fluttering and gripping as you took more of his impressive length.
“Fuck… that’s it. Taking me so well already.” Taehyung groaned low and long behind you, hands flexing on your hips.
You kept going, slow and confident, until your ass finally met his pelvis and he was buried to the hilt inside you. The stretch was intense, he felt impossibly big, filling and stuffing your pussy completely. You stayed perfectly still once he was fully seated, cockwarming him while your walls fluttered and adjusted around his throbbing girth. Both of you breathed heavily in the quiet room, savoring the moment.
Taehyung’s hands roamed patiently over your body even as his cock twitched deep inside you. He spread your cheeks wider with both palms, groaning softly at the sight of where you were connected, your pussy stretched tight around his thick shaft. His hands then slid up your sides, tracing every curve, before gliding down the length of your spine in long, soothing strokes.
“So pretty like this.” he whispered, voice rough with restraint. “So fucking tight and warm around me… Take your time, baby. I’ve got you.”
You stayed like that for a long moment, letting your body get used to the deep, full feeling of him. When your breathing finally evened out and the initial burn melted into pure pleasure, Taehyung’s hand slid up your back and gathered your hair into a loose fist. He gave it a firm, gentle pull, arching your back deeper and making you moan loudly as the new angle pushed him even further inside you.
“Gonna show me what this perfect ass can do or nah?” he teased, voice low and husky, the words laced with that cocky confidence he wore so well now.
You answered by starting to move.
You rocked your hips slowly at first, then began to really fuck him, swaying and swiveling in smooth, deliberate circles, rolling your ass back onto his cock with practiced rhythm. You cocked your hips on every downward stroke, taking him deep and grinding so your pussy clenched and fluttered around every inch of him.
Taehyung’s curses and moans spilled out under his breath, growing louder and more broken the faster you moved. “Shit– fuck, baby…”
His free hand stayed on your hip, gripping tight, while the other kept that gentle pull on your hair, guiding you as you rode him in deep, filthy strokes. He touched you everywhere he could reach, palm sliding up your spine, squeezing your ass, reaching underneath to cup and knead your breast.
“You’re so deep, Tae… God, you’re stuffing my pussy so full. I can feel every inch of you.” you moaned loudly with every thrust, voice breathy and wrecked.
The praise hit him hard. You felt his cock twitch violently inside you, his hips jerking up to meet your movements as another low groan tore from his throat.
“Yeah?” he rasped, voice strained with pleasure. “You like how I fill you up? Like being stretched around my cock?”
“Love it… You’re so big, and you feel so perfect.” you nodded frantically, pushing back harder onto him, the wet sounds of skin meeting skin filling the room. “Been waiting so long for this– for you to fuck me like this.”
Taehyung’s grip on your hair tightened just enough to make you gasp, his other hand sliding down to rub firm circles over your clit as you continued to ride him with steady, sinful rolls of your hips. His moans were constant now, raw and needy, every praise you gave him making him lose himself a little more.
Suddenly he pulled out with a wet sound, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing. Before you could whine at the loss, his strong hands grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your back in one smooth motion.
You squealed in surprise, the sound turning into a breathless laugh as you bounced lightly on the mattress. Taehyung was already moving, towering over you as he pushed your thighs wide apart. His eyes were dark and hungry, chest heaving.
He didn’t give you time to catch your breath.
With one powerful thrust he shoved his thick cock back into your soaked pussy, burying himself to the hilt in a single stroke. The stretch was sudden and overwhelming, punching a loud moan out of you as your back arched off the bed.
Taehyung caged you in immediately, forearms braced on either side of your head, his broad body covering yours completely. He started fucking you harder, faster, deeper strokes that made the bed creak beneath you. Skin slapped loudly against skin with every thrust, wet and filthy.
“Fuck– yes.” he groaned, voice rough and low. “This is what I needed. Want to see your face while I fuck you.”
He leaned down and latched onto your chest, sucking and biting at the soft skin of your breasts, leaving little marks that made you cry out. Your nails raked down his back, leaving long scratches that only seemed to spur him on. He hissed in pleasure, hips snapping harder into you.
Every thrust was deep and good, the head of his cock dragging against that perfect spot inside your cunt over and over. Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his lower back as you pulled him even deeper.
“Tae– oh my god, you’re so deep.” you moaned, voice breaking. “Feels so good… don’t stop.”
“Not stopping.” he growled against your skin, biting down on the side of your breast before soothing it with his tongue. “Gonna fuck this pretty pussy until you can’t walk tomorrow. You’re mine now, baby. Only mine.”
Dirty, open-mouthed kisses followed, messy and desperate, tongues sliding together as he kept pounding into you. The wet slap of skin on skin mixed with your shared moans and gasps, filling the warm bedroom. His hips rolled with every thrust, grinding against your clit on the downstroke and making sparks explode behind your eyes.
You were both getting lost in each other, years of quiet longing finally pouring out in every desperate movement. Your hands roamed his back, nails digging in harder whenever he hit that perfect angle. His mouth moved from your breasts to your neck, sucking marks into your skin, then back to your lips for another sloppy, heated kiss.
“Feel how deep I am?” he panted against your mouth, one hand sliding down to grip your thigh and push it higher, opening you up even more for him. “This cunt was made for me. So tight, so wet– fuck, you’re squeezing me so good.”
You whimpered, clenching around his thick cock as another wave of pleasure built fast and hot in your belly. “Tae… I’m close–”
He groaned loudly, pace turning punishing as he fucked you harder, deeper, chasing both your pleasure and his own.
“That’s it, my girl. Come on my cock. Want to feel you fall apart around me.”
The coil in your stomach tightened unbearably, every brutal thrust pushing you closer to the edge. Taehyung’s forehead pressed to yours, eyes locked as you both spiraled together, moans and gasps mingling in the small space between you.
Taehyung’s thrusts stayed deep and punishing, hips snapping against yours with every stroke. His hand slid between your bodies, two fingers finding your swollen clit and rolling it fast, tight circles in perfect sync with the rhythm of his cock driving into your cunt.
The added stimulation was too much. Pleasure coiled unbearably tight in your belly, then snapped.
You came hard with a broken cry, back arching sharply off the bed as your pussy clenched violently around him. Your orgasm hit in messy, gushing waves, warm slick flooding around his thick cock, soaking his shaft, his balls, and the sheets beneath you. Your walls fluttered and pulsed, milking him relentlessly as you trembled and gasped beneath him.
“Fuck– fuck, baby–” Taehyung cursed loudly, eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of you gushing around him. The wet, obscene sounds grew louder as he kept thrusting through your climax, chasing his own release.
He only lasted a few more strokes.
With a deep, guttural groan he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, thick ropes of cum spilling deep inside your pulsing cunt. He filled you up completely, hot and heavy, his cock twitching with every pulse as he emptied himself. His hips jerked erratically, grinding against you as he rode out the intense waves.
Both of you were left twitching and trembling in the aftermath. Taehyung’s arms gave out and he toppled forward, collapsing on top of you with his full weight, face buried in the crook of your neck. His chest heaved against yours, both of you slick with sweat and breathing hard.
After a long moment of heavy, shared breathing, he mumbled against your skin, voice hoarse and a little sheepish:
“I meant to pull out.”
You let out a soft, breathless laugh, arms wrapping tighter around his back.
“I’m safe.” you assured him gently, one hand stroking through his damp hair. “And I trust you.”
The tension melted from his shoulders instantly. He exhaled shakily, pressing a lazy kiss to your neck. “God, I love you.”
The words landed warm and certain against your skin. If this had been anyone else, you might have brushed it off as post-sex haze. But this was Taehyung, your Tae, and you knew he meant every syllable.
“I kinda knew that when you peeled that first mandarin.” you smiled, hugging him harder to your chest. He let out a tired, rumbling laugh, the sound vibrating through both of you. You continued softly: “I’ll say it back when you do it again.”
Taehyung pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes sparkling with affection and amusement even through the exhaustion. His messy hair fell over his forehead as he grinned down at you.
“No need for words or mandarins.” he murmured, voice still rough from moaning. “You don’t fuck someone like that when you don’t love them back.”
You laughed softly, reaching up to cup his face. He leaned into your palm, eyes fluttering closed for a second before he dipped down to kiss you, slow, lazy, and full of everything you’d both waited years to say out loud.
The two of you stayed tangled together like that, his softening cock still buried inside you, hearts slowing down in the warm glow of the bedside lamp. For the first time in a long time, everything felt exactly right.
🌻 Summary: Jungkook meets you- a demure woman who sells flowers for a living. Having struggling with finding a real connection, he finds himself inexorably drawn towards you. However there's one thing he doesn't know about you- you're blind. Will he be able to still love you the same and see more than what meets the eye?
🌻 Blind!florist! Reader x Tattooist! Jungkook
🌻 Word count: 7.3k words
🌻 Warnings: reader is blind, protected coitus, JK is a chivalrous gentleman, drinking, cursing, mentions of vison loss, mentions of parental death and infidelity, mentions of domestic violence, JK is momma's boy but in a cute way, JK is whipped for reader, OC's mom is a cupid, adorable nicknames, flowers, flowers and flowers (read that in JK's voice hehe)
Minors DNI. This is a work of fiction.
"Keep going. Yes there. Jungkook" the girl underneath him lubriciously moaned his name probably having learnt about the same just an hour ago. Yet chanting it like an age old adage.
" F*ck" he grunted as his high aporoached, closely followed by the stranger that arched her back unable to hold the gush of ecstasy that surged though her. Which only he bestowed her.
With one final deep push Jungkook sends her to heaven and back as she coats his shaft with her warm essence. Encouraging him to unload his philtre in the latex sheath.
No matter how inebriated he was. Or howsoever the night stood as one Jungkook always practised safe sex.
"That was hot" the girl alluringly panted. Tracing his jawline with coquet touches probably coaxing him for another round as he laid beside her.
But Jungkook never led people or woman on. He knew it was just a carnal transaction of lust at his part. And he always made it clear before he let women perch the nest of his bed.
" I think you should leave now" he said helping her put her clothes on. He didn't kick her out. She knew he won't let her stay the night. He told her that beforehand. It was a transaction of lust. Not emotions. And he reserved the latter for his cherished ones only.
Yet his adonis figure was worth the walk of shame for these women.
They would willingly throw themsleves at him. Throwing their modesty out of the window, just so they could lie between his delectable thighs and have his ink embellished tatted arms trace their lines.
He was their aphrodasiac. And they would do anything to inhale him.
Few hours ago...
" Kook you always get the hot ones. This ain't fair." Taehyung whined after having his best friend bogarted the attention of the fair sex at the bar named Dionysus which they frequented to.
The bar being the courtsey of his hyung Jin. Jin as the name may imply was all about gin and juice. Being enamoured by the art of fermentation since his teen years, Jungkook's high school senior now onwed a bar that sold these self curated potataions by the man himself.
" Hyung even you know I don't do nothing. It's not my fault they're interested in me." Jungkook giggled giving his bunny smile which was antithetical to the salacious siren eyes that drew these women to him like moths to flame.
" Hey hey hey. I am the most handsome man here. It's only legal to be so. Go outside the bar if you wanna be the handsomest. I don't allow that here" Jin playfully chided motioning his hands at the two men like wafting away flies off sweets.
" Now if you'll excuse me" Jungkook winked as an equally intoxicated woman pulled his collars luring him in for a smooch which he politely reciprocated.
" this is the third time am being left hanging while he gets to get laid" Taehyung fake cried gulping the cocktail which Jin offered him from behind the bar to commiserate his wounds.
Or to say disinfect his wounds with alcohol? Jin's words. Not mine.
" Taehyung-ah not to be dramatic. But you yourself fail to notice the male attention you get here. Like remember that cute dude who had the plumpest lips like a duck and he tried to kiss you? But you became too shy. You should try to reach him out. He was kinda cute."
" That dude wasn't from here hyung. He works in Japan. He rarely visits here. He only frequents his family here. But yes he was hot. His peaches. Oh my-"
" this boy's so careless he left his keys to the shop here aish! " Taehyung said as he felt something poking his butt as he tried to sit on the bar stools where Jungkook was aitting earlier.
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" Thank you for shopping at Spring Day" you beamed as you handed your first customer of the day their bouquet of fresh water lillies.
Water lillies- purity and rebirth.
Ironically today was your rebirth too. Your first official day at your mom's flower shop- Spring day. Having just graduated university in Literature, you decided it was only befitting for you to help your mom in the family business and utilize your reverance for art in a more tangible form.
After all a bouquet of flowers was the most palpable form of eulogy. A tangible expression of appreciation and gratitude.
You always loved flowers. They represented a part of beauty you could feel even without beholding them.
They were the incense of love which could be felt by inhaling it. Without seeing or touching it.
They say beauty lies in the eyes of beholder. But you beheld their beauty through their soporfic redolence.
They were a redolence of love. Of warmth. Of home.
It's true you couldn't see, couldn't behold all the beauty that the world had to offer. Having gradually lost your eyesight by the age of 18 you were legally blind at this point.
It was a part of hereditary genes that you were almost connate to be blind. After all, your father was also blind. And he had passed the rainbow bridge when you were merely 12 years of age.
Since then you incremently lost your vision. After hitting puberty your eyes matured and so did the expression of your genes.
It was a cogenital trait. It started with dimnishing eyesight, followed by tunnel vision and then eventually the light at the end of your occular tunnel too, blacked out.
Now you were 24, freshly graduated from college. The most you could fathom was whether an object or person was in front of you or not. Their silhouette was recognized by your retina, giving you a sense of presence infront of the pool of your eyes.
In layman terms, your visual world was now a black canvas with glimmers of light showing just like a puppet shadow show on a white blanket. With everything being in silhouttes of monochromatic shades.
Equivalent to someone's vision when they close their eyes and they could only sense if the lights are on or off.
The metaphorical eyelids, shrouded you from the colors of the world even when your eyes were wide open.
But you didn't mind. You knew world had much more to offer than the visual beauty. Also wasn't appreciating beauty as one dimensional aspect- the visuals, a pigeon holed way to look at it?
Ironically you had no eyes yet you could see the beauty in everything. In all it's flaws and flaunts.
True beauty is only skin deep. You believed.
Hence every form of pulchritude which could appeal the other four senses beguiled you.
Melifluous notes of music, aura of aroma, softness of texture and the tatntalizing taste, all thrived you.
So right now here, you sat beholding your tiny sapplings of love through eyes of your heart.
" my babies always smell so sweet." You caressed the roses, as you watered them.
World may question your competence for the job of a florist knowing how you cannot see them. Yes it's true you couldn't see them. But you still had their imagery since when you had your optical powers intact.
Also their fragrance was their identity. You could name your babies by just scenting them. Incense of identity oozed from them whenever you touched them.
As for the colors- you tagged everything. Lest you get confused. So braille was handy at these times. Also even the normal embossed letters -you could read them as you still got educated normally till 18 when you lost your vision.
It was like you had the best of both worlds. One which you had seen. And one which you couldn't.
Having lost one of your senses had supposedly made the others stronger. Just like a person blindfolded became more sensitive to their surroundings.
"YN I am working in the nursery. Please look after the store and if any problem arises call eomma on phone" your mom called out while checking her belongings before departing.
"Don't worry mom. I'll be fine. I have been helping you since young. It maybe my first day officially but I grew with my budding babies."
" You and your literary self. Budding babies? Haha. Okay am leaving!"
You waved your mother adieu. Your family had a nursery a walk away from the flower shop where you reared your 'fleur babies' as you called them.
You were a highly functioning blind. Refusing to hold any walking stick or wear those dark glasses that drew undue attention towards you.
You were independent as well. Much to the clingy attempts of your brother and your mother growing up. You preferred doing everyday tasks on your own. Your other senses bodyguarded you like any human ever could.
Even the snakes and animals could tell of an imminent natural calamity by relying on their other senses. So why couldn't you?
Hence many customers or even people in your immediate life were unaware of your supposed destitution of vision.
" YN noona! Can you give me those sunflowers! We need them at school today! " your favourite kid beemed from below the shop counter his adorable voice making you recognize him immediately.
" yes my bub! Where's your mom?" You stated before you could hear footsteps following the mini bud who was funneling all your attention.
" oh here she is. He is starting early today?" You inquired to his mom.
" yeah YN you know how Jinseon loves his teacher. He insists on giving her a sunflower everyday. Agh this boy."
Sunflowers- happiness, positivity and optimism
" Aww my chum is a sunflower himself! Am I right Jinseonnie" you stooped to hand him his flower while combing his luscious hair. Which must not be very long. As you could sense.
" See you tomorrow noona" the baby kissed your supple cheek as he gestured his mom to carry him in his arms. He was getting late for school.
" Bye my bub"
" Thanks YN-ah add it to my monthly bill hmm? " his mom reminded you. She knew you're too kind to forget the same.
" Ofcourse Tina. Have a lovely day. You too Jinseonnie"
As the mother son duo departed you decided to water the flowers at the display outside the shop.
The weather was specially sunny and warm today. Perfect to get some Vitamin D.
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" Fuck! How can I lose them. Was I that drunk?" Jungkook cursed under his breath. After parking his Harley right infront of his newly rented place for his tatttoo shop- Euphoria. Yes that's what he also felt as he engraved his graceful touches of ink on people's bodies.
He loved tattoos- as was visible in the beautiful artwork that was littered on his tan skin. Adorning his adonis self alongwith the enticing piericing on lowerlip, eyebrow and ofcourse the earlobes. All acting as cherry on top to his aphrodasiac self.
Right now he struggled to find the keys to his shop. The latter having been lost in his drunken spree from last night.
A brainwave occured to him that he may have left the same on the bar counter from yesterday. As he visited Dionysus just after he completed his appointments for that day.
" Hyung have I may be, by any chance forgotten any keys at the bar yesterday. I don't remember much but I feel they maybe there. I can't find the keys to my shop and I have to open. I have an appointment in an hour" he left the voicemail hoping his hyung will answer him.
Jin's job required him to stay up till wee hours. So it was unlikely he maybe awake right now.
Shit. He was stuck.
" Who the fuck you think you are. You dumb chick! Selling dead flowers to me. Are you blind? Can't you see they are dead."
" Am sorry Sir. But the flowers are as fresh as they can get. I only sell fresh flowers."
Jungkook heard a commotion probably caused by a drunk cantakerous man who shouted at a petite woman, towering her as he spat venom on her dainty face.
He just couldn't ignore the petty furore caused by the man as it was just accross the street- infront of his very own shop.
The man rashly held your arm attempting to shove you on the ground. But you didn't flinch- holding your ground as well. You were blind not weak. You knew he was one of those jerks who were too pissed with their existence and released their steam on innocent people.
" Sir you can have a refund if you don't like the flowers. But this is not the way to behave. I will not hesitate to call the police if you decided to cause any more senseless ruckus."
"SENSELESS? YOU DUMB SENSELESS BITCH-" the excuse of existence was about to slap you across the face before his hand was strongly held midway by a tatted toned one.
You couldn't behold the scene. But a black silhouette of a strong figure standing before you and a vanilla musk engulfed your senses. You figured what was happening.
" You jerk. How dare you lay your hand on a woman? Can't you see she's ready to pay you a refund. Back your pathetic self off." Jungkook pushed the guy off your perimeter, shielding you from his drunk antics.
" You feel good by putting your hands on a woman?. You fucking coward. I bet you can't even name the flowers you bought. Dare you show your face again here alse I'll call the cops"
The man was awoken from his intoxication by Jungkook's fortitude. Taking in his frame he realized he wouldn't stand a chance against him. So he made his poltroon retreat like a mouse to it's shabby hole and left the scene staggering and cursing under his breath.
Jungkook picked up the scattered red Astrantia. Securing them up in the red ribbon which they were blanketed in. Handing you the same.
Red Astrantia- courage, strength and protection.
" Are you okay Miss? You ain't hurt right?" he eyed you from head to toes, genuinely concerned as if eyeing kicked puppy.
You didn't need anyone's pity.
" I am fine. Thank you for standing up for me" you bowed. Meditating on the ground refusing to look at him.
Not that you could make any eye contact with him or had the ability to. A thing which may creep him out, you figured.
You felt changrined. Disappointed in yourself. Since day one you had made it a mission at your part to never let people walk over you or mistreat you just because you couldn't behold all the evil (and good) in the world by your naked eyes.
" No. No. That was the least I had to do as a human. I couldn't see a man laying his hand on a woman. If you ever feel uncomfortable you can always call me. I have my shop just across okay?" he motioned to his shop. Thinking you could see it. But who would know better. You adapted pretty well.
He couldn't put a finger on it. But somehow he felt this urgent need to protect you. The scene that unfolded infront of him reminded him of his Dad and how his mother would fail to resist his wrathful acts of incivility towards her.
His father left his mother for another woman. He indulged in infidelity in daytime while purging his guilt in form of domestic violence towards his mother at night.
He still remembers how his mother would stand helpless in front of his Dad and bore everything for sake of her son's well being until one day his Dad got tired of her meek subservience and left them all for good.
Since that day he had pledged he would protect his mother and be more chivalrous towards the womankind in general. As the ill treatment of the latter remnisced him of his own mother in a sentimental way.
" No no it's okay. You may have to open. I am sorry for taking up your time. I can handle this" you bashfully dissuaded him for caring for you anymore lest you'd feel too indebted to him.
" YN what's up why you're still outside? Also I heard people crowding around here. Who's washing their laundry for everyone to see huh?" Your mom returned as she shed off the soiled gloves to the chair beside you.
" Oh Jungkook! How are you my son? Is the new place doing you good? How's the vibe? If you ever need any help or feel lost tell me. I've been working here since 10 years. And thank you once again for you help my boy "
" He-lp?" You stuttered fearing your mom having heard everything that transpired while she was away.
You ain't weak. You don't need pity.
" Oh yes. Jungkookie helped me with those new flower pots the other day. They were too heavy and he offered to carry them inside for me. Such a lovely son. Your mom must really love you Jungkookie." your mother weaved yarns of praise for the said man.
Okay now you felt indebted. He helped your mom too? Does he go around helping people everywhere?
A Samaritan or something?
" You two have met before?" you faced your mother sensing the direction of her scent. Your most favourite in the world.
" Yeah. I was searching for the address of my new shop place while I met her. She was so sweet." Jungkook showed his bunny smile. Which you couldn't see. But could hear. He was smiling. His tone gave off that.
Yes you had become an adept at expressions. You were grateful to your auditory prowess.
" Reminds me Jungkookie. Why not have tea with us? You promised me you'll have it next time. YN makes amazing lavender tea"
Lavenders- purity, grace and calmness.
"Oh no no Ma'am. I don't wanna bother you or YN" he briefly glanced in your direction testing the waters.
" it's okay Jungkook- ssi. You helped my mother and me too. I owe you my most coveted cup" you chirped humouring him and also promoting your delicacy.
"See! I know a good boy when I see one. You helped my YN-ah too? Now you deserve my baked cookies as well, come my sweet Jungkookie" your mom pushed his sculpted form by his broad shoulders, forcing him to sit in the shop while eyeing the resplendent stretch of flowers around him.
And also the precious blooming flower which was making tea- a nectar of her love, just for him.
" wow Ma'am these are delicious." he exclaimed while chomping on the baked cookies like a chipmunk on acorns.
" and the tea it goes perfectly well. The aroma is just so calming. It'not even bitter. Just my type."
" I knew you'd like it Jungkookie. YN's got quite gift of the cup if they may say. YN-ah next time make your cardamom chai for him. I am sure our Jungkookie will love it." Your mom adored the bunny who was foraging the cookies like a carrot.
He was a mama's boy. Be it his or someone else's. Everywhere he'd go their hearts would melt like marshmalllows for him.
" Agh. No no. Ma'am am already bothering you and YN it's fine totally." Jungkook became bashful at your mom's unmindful antics.
" No Jungkookie. You're like my son, boy. Also call me Mrs. Kim no ma'am okay, my boy?" Your mum patted his hair as she went to attend to a customer who had just come. The tinkling bell resonating the space.
Leaving you alone with the handsome specimen. Gosh you felt so flustered and awkward. You couldn't see his handsome face. But you could feel it. His aura, his scent all told you he was beyond attractive. Your sixth sense skyrocketing in his presence.
" Tea's really good YN. Thank you so much. Mrs. Kim's a sweetheart really." he complimented as he absorbed your pretty visage which had now turned pinkish rouge. Reminding him of cherry blossoms.
Cherry blossoms- vitality, renewal, spring.
" Thank you Jungkook ssi. I actually will not mind making you that cup of chai though. Take it as a token of gratitude from my side. I still owe you for helping me. You can come over anytime" you mumbled not making eye contact with him.
Well you couldn't make eye contact with him. Not that you didn't want to. You were ripped of that priviledge you took for granted. The ability to feel one with someone by beholding their soul.
You just stared blankly at the coffe table. You knew if you faced him he may take the sight as unnatural. Specially since you were inacapable of having that connection with anyone. Looking them in the eyes. The mirror to one's soul.
But he didn't know that. He'll never know that.
Jungkook assumed you were bashful and demure so he didn't mind you not looking him in the eyes. But he did wish to swim in their cerulean pool someday.
Well guess today wasn't that day. But your company felt nice. It was warm and welcoming.
It felt home.
" Oh YN don't call me ssi and all please. Call me Jungkook or JK anything you like. And now that you've said it. I'll come to have that chai soon so be prepared." he winked hoping to get some brownie points by the subtle coquetry.
But alas, you were unfazed. As if you didn't notice it. Were you that oblivious? Clearly he was vying for your attention. But you didn't give it to him.
And that made him crave it even more.
Your two's tête-à-tête was punctuated by the full stop of his phone ringing. Which he immediately answered.
" Yes Hyung I am coming out. I am just in the opposite shop. Do you see me?" Jungkook waved at Jin who was waiting for him across the street infront of his shop. Apparently ready to return him his lost keys.
" I guess you have to leave Jungkook. Am sorry for consuming your time" you read the room pretty quickly as you got up bowing him once again as gesture of gratitude.
" Aye no no YN. I am thankful for delicious cookies and even more energizing tea. I'll come to recharge again. See you again." He waved you a goodbye Something which you could sense as flickering light infront of the dark curtain of your eyes and hence reciprocated his gesture by doing the same.
" Guess someone's having a date today" Jin teased Jungkook who had an unusually jumpy gait as he walked towards his hyung after your rendezvous. Handing the younger one his keys.
" Pfft Hyung. A date. Naur. More like a cup of tea with flowers?" he rephrased while unlocking the gate to the shop. Motioning his hyung to have a seat on the black couch.
" Yes that. With a beautiful girl. That's called a date kookie." Jin quipped giving the windshield laughter while wriggling his eyes to the young bunny who seemed too exuberated despite the hangover he should be having right now.
" Hyung it's not like that"
More like she's not like that. But he chose not to say it.
" Whatever you may say young lad. Here I got you your favourite hangover cure. Kimchi jiggae. Have it."
Jungkook settled on the couch alongwith his Hyung becoming starry eyed at his lovely gesture.
After taking the wrapping off, at first slurp he tasted the warmth. The domestic homely warmth.
" Eomma. Hyung Eomma sent it to you am I right?" he turned his face to the older brother confirming his suspicions.
" Ofcourse Saekkiya! Why I'd promote other resturants when your mom has the best Korean restaurant just round the block!?" Jin started rapping at the sensitive subject. Common sense should be common.
" Eomma. I miss mom. I will visit her today. It's been a week. I have only one appointment today so that'll be alright I guess." he remnisced in midst of gorging the delectable soup.
" You should. Eomeo-nim was so worried you know? She knows you live off trash like a pig. Always eating take out or not eating at all." His hyung chided him.
Jin loved feeding his kookie. When he ate his heart and atomach both felt full.
" Hyung even you know if you weren't married I'd still live with you and leech off your delicious cooking like a muscle pig. Mina noona is so lucky. Dayum your makguksu. I miss it hyung"
" look at you missing food while eating. You indeed are my younger brother"
" but from another mother" Jungkook squeaked as he drank the bowl like his last supper.
They two bros did their signature handshake to mark their profound kinship. Which went deeper than blood.
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" YN you know that he likes you. Gosh I even left you alone with him so you can talk. Don't tell me you gave him the cold shoulder." your mother interrogated. Perhaps already imagining her grandkids.
Yes your mom wanted you to find love. She always thought you deserved a humble man just like she did your father.
She didn't however care to think that you were blind and that could turn a lot, many, if not all people or men away from loving you.
Loving you'd be an act of gallantry and valour. Considering the fears of you becoming a burden.
Your mom knew your heart was of gold. It could fill any cup with her molten richness if smelted by the right warmth and love.
" Gosh mom stop it. He was just being nice. Stop pushing it. He can feel uncomfortable." You said after trimming the extra twigs from your yellow roses.
Yellow roses- friendship, happiness and new beginnings
"While I may not mind it cause you're my mother, he can. Please don't make it awkward for him, mom. He's new here and trying to be nice with us. It's just that and nothing more."
"YN-ah my hair has not gone grey lazing under the sun. I have seen life and lived my days. I am pretty sure he IS nice and not just pretending." your mom emphasized while rearranging the new flower pots which had been brought in by the said man in question.
" I know for a fact. When I left you with him he only acted like true gentleman. He's a lovely man." Your mom gushed over him. Vicariously crocheting her liking for him into something which you don't even know. You couldn't give a yarn. ( puns' courtesy: kim seokjin)
" Mom" you whined stretching the final syllable to highlight your exasperation.
" Okay okay fine fine my bub" she said giving in to you.
She always gave in to you. You were the apple of her eye. She loved you more than anything not because of your condition but because you were a remnant of the love of her life- your Dad who exuded the same altruism and warmth like you.
Guess you inherited that too, from him. She smiled at the thought.
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" That's it" he wiped the thigh of his frequenting client as he completed his final master touches on the derm of her skin.
" Thanks JK! You are a genius. If I had more skin I would let it all be tattooed by you" she said in a high pitched tone. Eyeing him like the hot hunk he was.
While Jungkook appreciated the attention he got. It became boring to him. He knew all these women amdired him for his outward appearance. There was no depth in their infatuation towards him. It was as if he was just a piece of meat to them. An eye candy.
And that's why he couldn't care less about them. He yearned an intimate connection. Something beyond the surface. Something which was skin deep.
" Haha you're funny Lex."
Yet he was always polite.
" JK if you're free after this would you mind grabbing a drink with me?" She batted her fake eyelashes which even curtained her vision for the matter. How she managed to see was indeed imperative. All this while tracing his tatted arm with her long acrylic nails.
Jungkook knew what this meant. Hence before it could escalate any further he had to demarcate the lines.
" Actually Lex I am busy today. I have to meet my mum. So I cannot. "
He was polite to women even in rejection.
" Okay JK. Got it." the woman got the traffic signal and had her car moving before it got towed. She still wanted her future tattoos to come out well.
" Yes Lex. You know the protocol already. Take good care of it." He smiled handing her the bill and bidding her adieu.
Today was different. Usually he would not restrict his interactions and go with the flow. And if things didn't pan out as he wanted he'd just call it a hook up or one night stand (after setting the records staight beforehand). And it would be done and dusted.
But today he felt like he was obligated to reject her.
Well that's besides the point. Cause now he had to meet his mommy. And he was as excited as the kid whose mom had just come to pick them up after school.
Just as he was locking up the shop, he saw you in your own world as you whispered sweet nothings to your fleur babies. Helping them grow and spread their redolence of the love that you showered them with.
He doesn't know what struck him but it was as if everything had turned to vignette mode and the only thing the camera of his eyes could capture was his muse. You.
As he viewed you through his pink lensed telescope and encompass you in, the time's compass halted. He felt calm. Serenity surged through his veins. The very veins which added to his muscular charm.
His reverie was broken as the key in the lock had completed all rounds of rotations and was stuck. Probably too tired of the dreamboy's antics itself.
His honey eyes met the cerulean yours and he smiled. He was already as giddy as a windmill from his real life daydream that was you.
But now he was smilling at you. At your soul that resided behind your eyes, it's mirror. He waved a Hi to you.
But to his utter dismay. You ignored him? Like your soul was staring into his as you held intimate eye contact with him. But your body didn't respond to his unspoken feelings.
He felt dejected. Was he being too optimistic of you? Overexpectant of you? Wait, why was he even expecting something from you?
Gosh JK you're overthinking it.
Fuck it.
Just as he was about to bestride his beloved Harley he smirked immediately stopping his actions, as he buzzed his way to you like a bee to its most beautiful flower. Favourite flower.
" Hi YN-ah!" he gave you his coy smile while playing with his lip ring. Pulling out his coquet from his playboy pocket. Much to no avail cause you certainly seemed untouched by his odyl's force.
Little knowledge is dangerous if not useless in certain circumstances, Jeon.
" Hi Jungkook. You want to have that chai today itself?" You giggled.
God. You were doing it. Your shy giggles were so adorable. So different from others.
The way you spoke he felt the strings of his heart being played like a harp by you. He had become poetically enamoured by your Dasein.
Dasein.
You'll be his muse if he'd become a philospher, definitely.
" Nah nah YN I want to buy more time with you. Or shall I say buy some flowers from you?" he spoke confidently making you blush.
" Ah- I mean ofcourse. What flowers you'd like?" you raised your voice softly to forge your composure. You're not flustered not at all. No.
'So adorable. My cherry blossom girl' he thought internally giggling like a teen talking to his crush.
" Roses. Red roses. I want them. Do you know what they symbolize?"
Red roses- Romantic love, passion, respect.
God he's so good at this. Your heart rate was rising for sure.
" Umm Love? I do study the flowers and their literary meaning. It makes them even more special." you said a smile gracing on your face as you talked about your interests with him.
Oh if he could know it all. He could stand here and listen you explain every flower under the sun, every petal, every bud only if you'd give him the honour.
But most of all, he wants to know the meaning of this precious flower that blossomed before him. To decipher it's deepest petals. He'd be the humblest bee to even fly or grace your fragrance.
" Exactly. That's why I love red roses! I always think flowers should be given to convey the beautiful message they represent. Their beauty speaks louder than any words ever could."
Wow. Jungkook thought like that? He seemed to appreciate art in the same way you did. Well he was an artist. A tattoo artist. What you'd expect from him YN?
Both of you appreciated and thrived of beauty which appeals to the five senses. While you lived for the aromatic fragrance and the supple touch of your fleur babies. He was beguiled by the art as the visual form itself. Something which you didn't. Or to be more precise, couldn't.
How he may think of you if he ever got to know you're blind you wondered.
But perhaps that day would never come, would it?
It wouldn't.
" Ofcourse Jungkook, I must say am impressed. It's rare to find people who love flowers that way. Wait a second lemme grab you the roses." You beamed. Too excited to hand your fleur babies in the man's care.
'Jungkook you're doing well'. He consoled himself. While he may come of as pompous and composed around women. Right now his hands were sweating.
He wanted to impress you. You were a precious flower. His cherry blossom. He valued what you thought of him. That is, if you ever will.
" Here you go!" His chain of thoughts was broken when you returned handing him the freshly hydrated and most pleasant smelling roses. Well your touch made them ever more soporfic to him.
" Thank you YN." He said as he paid you for the flowers.
Just as you thought he'll leave he went on to say " And this one. It's for you, my lady"
What he was doing?. Was he gesturing something? You stood blank. For the first time in a while you yearned to see. To gauge what his actions were speaking. Which you couldn't comprehend without actually seeing them.
Perhaps, actions do speak louder than words.
As if thinking you're too blushed or dazed by his moves. Jungkook innocently held the rose to your arm making you feel it. As if encouraging you to accept this token of his newly budding love for you.
Red roses- Romantic love, passion, respect.
Before you could react you found yourself eagerly accepting the said flower. The color of your supple face and the said fleur baby matching.
"Oh. You don't have to. Jungkook."
" it's okay YN take it. I am giving it to you. You can't say no. Okay sweetheart?" He winked giving you a bunny smile.
Silence and foot steps trudging forward.
He was leaving. Wait for whom he was buying these flowers? A woman? His girlfriend? His wife? He did say he gave flowers for their meaning. He's taking these for his beloved. He loves someone.
See? YN he already has someone he loves. Here you were climbing this delusional beanstalk planted in your head by your mom. You're stupid. Oh the poor Jack of this allegory.
" Don't worry my flower, these are for my Mommy" he gestured you the bouquet before departing with a chortle.
Red roses- Romantic love, passion, respect.
" What?" Your jaw was slacked. You're dumbfounded.
This man he-?
Red roses?
Red roses- Romantic love, passion, respect.
No. He shouldn't. He couldn't. He wouldn't.
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" Oh my Coconut you looks so lean! I told, you can come to eat here everyday my chum" Jungkook's mom engulfed him in a bone crushing hug cooing at her son's supposed emaciated physique.
" Momma don't be dramatic. Ofcourse I eat. I just came to meet you. I was missing you" he pouted with doe eyes, urging her to plant a kiss on his cheek and purge his worries.
"Still so clingy. You decide to live on your own and still miss momma huh?" Mrs. Jeon smooched his both cheeks stamping her lipstick marks to add to his healthy blush.
" Mmh" he nestled his head in her neck and broke the embrace to hand her the lovely flowers which he had brought for her. And also her
" Oh wow. Roses! I love red roses. Lemme put them in a vase and you take a seat. I will serve you with Jajjangmyeon that you love so much my bub" his mom ruffled his hair and left to her restaurant's kitchen.
It was not rush hour at this time of the day, so he made his retreat to the closest table to the kitchen, waiting for his mom's attention which he had longed all week.
Well someone's else attention did fill that void. But he still needes his momma.
" Here you go! Eat a lot. No leftovers okay?!" She served him with the Jajjangmyeon and he gorged upon the same. Shoving it in his mouth as he'd been starved in prison.
Inhaling the Jajjangmyeon before oxygen.
" Wow Momma I missed this so much. Dayum. It's pommichadai." his eyebrows furrowed in ecstasy as he slapped his hhead against the table in exhilaration.
" Aww you like it coconut? I can pack you this daily my bub" his mom endearingly absorbed the sight. When her son ate her heart felt full.
After wiping off the sauce of his plump cherry lips. Jungkook and his mother talked about their week with each other. Him asking her if any customer troubled her. And if they did he'd show them their place.
" My Coconut. You're still so protective of momma. I'd love if you could find a woman who you love the same way, if not more my bub" her motherly instincts kicking in as she always dwelled on her son's future. A future where she may not be there for him. To take care of him and his meals. His well being. To love him.
" Mom I told you am not a baby. I don't wanna force anything. When it comes it comes. Also you don't have to worry about it anymore" he sheepishly grinned like a cheshire cat as he remnisced about you. His mind being drilled with dose of a happy drug which was you.
" Oh my god! You're blushing my tomato. It's a girl isn't it? My coconut finally found a girl! Gosh! Tell me when am meeting her? Is she sweet? She must be if she got you all cherry like that my precious berry. Tell momma don't be shy bub" Mrs Jeon beamed at the sight infront of her.
Pleased as a punch. Wanting know all details about the secret damsel that struck her cocunut's heart.
" Mommaaaa stop it. Am shy. Okay? Also it's not as easy as you think." Jungkook blushed like a purple tulip closing it's petals.
He was exhibiting a flower behaviour- what we may call nyticnasty. Closing of petals of a flower in response to day or night.
Except that this manly flower exhibited the same at the thought of you- his night and day.
" So you do like her. Also knowing how you are she must be shy as well. Have you told her about the same my chum?" his mother's curiosity heightened at her son's rare behaviour.
" I do like her momma. She's just so? Different? I have never felt the same about a woman in a long time. Also I do intend on confessing my feelings when the moment is right. You know? I don't want her to get uncomfortable" Jungkook hid his face behind his bucket hat. Gosh he was as red as a beet right now.
" Aigoo look at you getting all hot and flushy about her. My baby boy is a man now. I am so happy Coconut. How about I pack you some Kimchi Jiggae and side dishes for her? First step to a woman's heart is her tummy my son." She held his hand assuring him of his intentions. His pure intentions towards an even more chaste you.
" Wow what a great idea momma! That'll buy me more time to talk to her. You're a genius!" the excited coconut instantly embraces his momma at her brainwave.
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" Aigoo Jimina-h stop it. You're crushing me I can't breathe" you pleaded as the supposed three colored feline was unwilling to let go of you. His tail holding a viper grip over your petite form.
" No I want my Cherry blossom close to me. It's been so long. I missed you so much bub" he kissed your forehead repeatedly. Almost urgently.
" I missed you too Jimmy. It was so lonely without you. You know? " you pouted placing your phaleneges over his broad chest while his tiny hands rested on your hips protectively.
" Aw my precious tulip bulb am here now. now smile for me?" He poked your dimples with his tiny fingers as he endearingly absorbed your form which he couldn't for the past few months.
" agh Jimmy that tickles" you squeaked.
" Oh it tickles? How about this?" His tiny fingers imparted their feathery touch to your frame tantalizingly teasing you into a guffawing mess.
You wriggled under his touch. Tears of laughter oozing out from your cerulean pools.
" Gosh Stop Jimmy!"
Your two's happy bubble was popped when you heard the screeching sound of a motorbike parking just nearby infront of your shop.
Jungkook's Harley. The sound being typical to it's owner. Rough and tough.
Since when he was here?
Light travels faster than sound YN. So it's been a while.
A clearing of throat was heard , heavy footsteps making their descent towards you both. Still in each other's embrace.
Jungkook's stompers.
" the shop's closed mister" Jimin deadpanned eyeing the sturdy man infront of him. He was taller than him but younger, he figured.
" I am here for YN" the honey voice which now sounded like a monotone reached your sensitive ears.
" Jungkook? Hi do you wanna meet insi-"
" Take this YN I brought it for you. But it seems you're busy" he glared Jimin. Shooting lasers to his crescent eyes while he handed you his Momma's delicacy.
" What? Oh it's warm and smells delicious. Jungkook let's have this together" you coaxed not understanding his abrupt ice energy.
Yes ofcourse you couldn't see him. But his aura was enough to convey you his feelings. You just knew how he was feeling. You had become his litmus paper.
Right now the said paper was definitely red.
" Nope. Thanks. I'll take my leave now. Have a good night you two" before you could ask him anything, you heard engine starting as his Harley zoomed far away from you two
" Who was he?" Jimin inquired still looking at the silhouette of the man as he disappeared in the streets.
" A friend" you sighed feeling the warmth of the food in your hand antithetical to the man who had just left.
The bouquet of my love is delivered to you my bunbuns 💐. I am still anxious how this maybe received. Please leave a note and reblog or comment to lemme know you liked it.
I'll make part 2 if this is received well my bunnies 😉🫶🌻 so make sure to comment or leave an ask for the same.
summary: You are in love with Taehyung, your Alpha. But he just sees you as the Omega bitch that helps him relieve stress by letting him use her body however he likes. And you’ve come to be okay with that, because you know you are no good for him. But now with your heat coming up and the pressure on Taehyung to find a Queen increasing exponentially, will your ties with him severe forever? Or will they bloom into something else?
warnings: swearing + jealousy + pining + a/b/o universe stuff (talks of heats, breeding, mating, pups) + implicit sexual situations + explicit sexual situations (fingering, oral(m+f), clit slapping, clit biting, unprotected penetrative sex, dirty talk, slight degradation, praise, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, rough sex, breeding kink, knotting, some spitting, some manhandling, some marking) + dumb oblivious characters that may frustrate you + we love and appreciate park jimin in this house <3
word count: 13 k
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note: I hadn’t written Tae since, like, May??? I missed him so much🥺 Hasn’t been beta-read because I finished proof-reading this a couple hours before posting. This month has been busy as hell as is, and now I’m being forced into on a 4-day long family trip tomorrow… RIP the Halloween fic that I have 20% written, so far - 😃
Also, praying for a speedy recovery for Tae’s calf muscles and sending him positive vibes that fill him with happiness! 🥺💕
Rest, I hope y’all like this ride with Dumb and Dumber, but please don’t kill ’em, they’re trying~ 😩💜
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You smell him before you hear him.
Thick, pungent, stifling stench of disappointment fills your lungs, prompting you to put away your computer. The reports are urgent and need to be sent in by midnight, but you need to be able to breathe to get work done. Besides, Taehyung is infinitely more important than your job to you, and you don’t care if that makes you an embarrassment to all the feminists in the world.
Coughing, you get off your bed and almost stumble your way out of your room and down the hallway to get to the door, just as the sound of keys clanging against the house’s main entrance echoes loudly in your head. You freeze in your place, focusing all your senses on his movements instead of smell.
His breathing is labored when your ears finally manage to hone in. The keys keep jangling, without actually attaching with the lock.
Why is it taking him so long? What could have possibly happened to have him so out of sorts?
You swallow, thickly.
What is he gonna do to clear his head?
Well, having come here smelling the way he has, the answer to that one is pretty obvious.
You look down at yourself, nodding in self-approval at your shaved legs beneath your shorts which remind you of every other place you’re clean shaven at, too. You make a quick work of tugging your hair-tie off your bun, letting your hair tumble down your shoulders and back.
summary: You are in love with Taehyung, your Alpha. But he just sees you as the Omega bitch that helps him relieve stress by letting him use her body however he likes. And you’ve come to be okay with that, because you know you are no good for him. But now with your heat coming up and the pressure on Taehyung to find a Queen increasing exponentially, will your ties with him severe forever? Or will they bloom into something else?
warnings: swearing + jealousy + pining + a/b/o universe stuff (talks of heats, breeding, mating, pups) + implicit sexual situations + explicit sexual situations (fingering, oral(m+f), clit slapping, clit biting, unprotected penetrative sex, dirty talk, slight degradation, praise, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, rough sex, breeding kink, knotting, some spitting, some manhandling, some marking) + dumb oblivious characters that may frustrate you + we love and appreciate park jimin in this house <3
word count: 13 k
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note: I hadn’t written Tae since, like, May??? I missed him so much🥺 Hasn’t been beta-read because I finished proof-reading this a couple hours before posting. This month has been busy as hell as is, and now I’m being forced into on a 4-day long family trip tomorrow… RIP the Halloween fic that I have 20% written, so far - 😃
Also, praying for a speedy recovery for Tae’s calf muscles and sending him positive vibes that fill him with happiness! 🥺💕
Rest, I hope y’all like this ride with Dumb and Dumber, but please don’t kill ’em, they’re trying~ 😩💜
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— feedback is always appreciated!
You smell him before you hear him.
Thick, pungent, stifling stench of disappointment fills your lungs, prompting you to put away your computer. The reports are urgent and need to be sent in by midnight, but you need to be able to breathe to get work done. Besides, Taehyung is infinitely more important than your job to you, and you don’t care if that makes you an embarrassment to all the feminists in the world.
Coughing, you get off your bed and almost stumble your way out of your room and down the hallway to get to the door, just as the sound of keys clanging against the house’s main entrance echoes loudly in your head. You freeze in your place, focusing all your senses on his movements instead of smell.
His breathing is labored when your ears finally manage to hone in. The keys keep jangling, without actually attaching with the lock.
Why is it taking him so long? What could have possibly happened to have him so out of sorts?
You swallow, thickly.
What is he gonna do to clear his head?
Well, having come here smelling the way he has, the answer to that one is pretty obvious.
You look down at yourself, nodding in self-approval at your shaved legs beneath your shorts which remind you of every other place you’re clean shaven at, too. You make a quick work of tugging your hair-tie off your bun, letting your hair tumble down your shoulders and back.
jungkook & y/n are too shy to admit they like each other and it's cute but also infuriatingly frustrating
➺ pairing; jeon jungkook x reader // quarterback!jungkook x librarian!y/n
➺ genre; sfw!! honk honk humour!! soft soft fluff!! indulging in my wattpad-esque clichés!!
➺ wordcount; 7.3k
➺ summary; as much as you hate having to work on campus over the summer because you’d much rather be tanning on the beach inside of getting progressively paler in the library, you really can’t complain about getting to see a bunch of shirtless, sweaty boys running around on the football field whenever you’re on lunch break… and the fact that one of them is jeon jungkook is certainly an added bonus.
➺ what to expect; “you know, the next time you have an idea, i’d really appreciate if you ran it by me first before being a dickhead and launching a football right at someone-“
➺ currently playing on cee.fm; whatta man (feat. en vogue) — salt-n-pepa
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“yo!”
“oh, jesus-“ you spin around and let out a breath of relief to see that it’s just jennie, pressing your palm flat against your chest before frowning, “you have got to stop doing that! you know, one of these days, i’m going to accidentally clobber you with a book and it’s not going to be my fault if i give you a concussion-“
“oh, please, like you have the hand-eye coordination to actually knock someone out-“ jennie snorts, adjusting the strap of her tote bag over her shoulder before wiggling her brows at you, “you wanna grab some lunch? didn’t your break start, like, ten minutes ago?”
“yeah, but then i saw edna putting books away and i love her because she reminds me of my grandma but god, it was making me anxious seeing her using the ladder,” you gesture over to the creaky wooden ladder at the end of the aisle, “so i told her i’d put the books away for her before i took my break.”
“you work too hard at a job that pays you too little,” jennie purses her lips, glancing down at your cart before grabbing the handle and pushing it forward, “you can come back and finish it! it’s not like the school is going to fall apart if you don’t put a few books back in the next hour-“
“well, i just- jennie- you’re not authorised to touch the cart-“ you press your lips together when you realise that you probably aren’t going to change her mind (you know you won’t) and put the book in your hand away in its place on the shelf before nodding contently, “okay, fine. we can go for lunch, but i’m coming back early to finish the job-“
“yes, yes, don’t worry, i won’t keep you for long-“ jennie teases, looping her arm through yours as the two of you head back towards the front desk so you can grab your bag, “my favourite food truck is back this week and i was thinking about those chilli oil dumplings the whole time i was in class- i honest to god couldn’t even tell you what we talked about today-“
“ooh, i want chilli oil dumplings!” you gasp, energy levels shooting up at the mention of food, “i’m gonna ask if they can give me an extra container of their dipping sauce… how was class?”
“eh, it was alright,” jennie shrugs with a shoulder, letting go of you so you can dip behind the desk to grab your phone and your wallet from your bag, “kinda hate the fact that i have to take summer classes to catch up on my credits, but whatever-“
“maybe if you spent less time with your tongue down taehyung’s throat all semester, then you wouldn’t have to take summer courses…” you tease lightly, jennie’s cheeks flushing bright red before she rolls her eyes and scoffs, “oh, don’t look at me like that! you know it’s true-“
“you’re just jealous because you’ve been wanting to stick your tongue down jungkook’s throat all semester but you’re too much of a wuss to do anything about it-“
“jennie!”
“you know it’s true-“ jennie mocks, and you scowl before reaching over to pinch her arm playfully, laughing lightly when she wraps her arms around herself and starts to make out with the air, “oh, jungkook, wrap your big, strong arms around me-“
“okay, point taken, you lunatic-“
taehyung and jennie have been dating for the last eight months — they met because jennie’s on the cheerleading squad and taehyung’s on the football team and jungkook is one of his team members — which means that you’ve known of jungkook for the last eight months but yes, it’s true that you’ve been too much of a wuss to do anything about it
can anyone blame you, though?? jungkook is just so, painfully attractive with his lopsided, boyish grin and pretty eyes and structured jawline and you certainly don’t have any complaints about the sleeve of tattoos he has
to be perfectly honest, you think you can keep it pretty cool even when you’re around people you find attractive, but there’s just something about jungkook that makes you uncharacteristically nervous
like clammy palms and cottonmouth and endless rambling level of nervous
you’d just hate to embarrass yourself in front of him because he seems a little too good to be true and it makes you want to present yourself as someone who is also on that level… which, of course, is a lot of pressure and has resulted in you spending the last eight months either hiding behind jennie’s back or sitting on the bleachers scrolling through your phone or thumbing through a book while waiting for her to finish up with taehyung whenever you’re on the field in order to avoid jungkook
you haven’t spoken to him too often, but he smiles at you every time he sees you and you smile back and give a wave if you’re feeling a little more brave
other than that, you really haven’t had many conversations with him
“i just don’t understand why you won’t let taehyung set you guys up on a date,” jennie frowns, “like- you literally have inside access to the man and you’re still not making a move-“
“because if taehyung sets us up, then jungkook will feel obligated to go out with me because i’m his best friend’s girlfriend’s best friend- wait- best friend’s… girlfriend’s… best… friend…“ you pause for a second to make sure you got that right before nodding to yourself, “yeah! and- i don’t know, if the date doesn’t go well, then it’d just be awkward-“
“your wussy nature is holding you back, y/n-“ jennie tsks, and you’re about to defend yourself but you feel your tummy do a flip when you realise that you guys are approaching the field (you usually cut across because it’s a shortcut to the food truck) and you hear the familiar sound of grunting and whistling, “this feels like a canon event, so i’m just gonna let you figure it out… but i’ll tell you right now that jungkook is a hot, hot target for a lot of people on campus and i can literally get you a date in 0.1 seconds, so… just keep that in mind!”
“what do you want from me??” you puff your cheeks out, “he makes me nervous, i can deal with this crush in whichever way i want-“
“baby!”
both you and jennie look over to see taehyung heading over with a bright grin, the man clearly excited to see his girlfriend
“speaking of a very attractive person-“ jennie giggles, waving at him as she unloops her arm with yours and picks up her pace
you stay at the same pace as you follow her trail, keeping a polite smile on your face as you watch your friend run up to the love of her life
“there you are, i was wondering when you’d come around-“ jennie lets out a squeal when taehyung swoops her up in sweaty, damp-jersey hug before plopping her back down on the ground and giving her a kiss, “hi, y/n-“
“hi, taehyung-“ you laugh lightly, nodding towards him in acknowledgement as you stand at an appropriate distance away from the happy couple, “nice to see you again in all your sweaty glory.”
“nice to see you again in all your-“ taehyung gestures to you with a teasing smile, “librarian glory. how’s the summer job treating you?”
“i’m getting paler by the minute and i’m starting to forget how to talk to people like a normal human being.” you joke, “you never stop by!! i’d be more than happy to give you some books to read if you ever take a break from training-“
“respectfully, those books would collect dust on my shelf-“
“we were talking about jungkook earlier-” jennie interrupts taehyung, reaching up to pat his chest with a giggle, “and how much y/n looooves him-”
“jennie…” you can’t help but roll your eyes playfully — as much as you adore jennie, sometimes you just wished she wasn’t as stubborn because once she has her sights set on something, she’ll do practically anything to reach her goal
and her new goal (the previous one was to cuff taehyung, which was an obvious success) is to set you up with jungkook because it’s painfully obvious how huge of a crush you have on him
“oh shit, you wanna say hi to him?” taehyung grins mischievously, turning back slightly to look over his shoulder, “okay, lemme see if i can get your husband’s attention-“
“woah, wait-“ your eyes widen in panic and you lick over your lips before shaking your head frantically, “i don’t- we were just gonna get lunch, i don’t think-“
“yo, kook!” taehyung hollers, holding a hand up before sticking his fingers into his mouth to whistle loudly, “jeon jungkoooook!“ he waves his arm wildly to get jungkook’s attention before stepping aside so that he’s not blocking the view
you feel your entire mouth go dry as soon as taehyung steps aside, your eyes immediately being graced with the sight of a tanned, shirtless jungkook dunking a bottle of ice cold water over the top of his head before shaking it off, tendrils of hair falling perfectly into place as he tosses his head back
he opens his mouth as he pours the last few drops of water into into it before crushing the plastic bottle against his chest with one hand and tossing the flattened piece of plastic into the recycling bin, the bottle bouncing off the rim of the bin before falling into it
jungkook reaches up to run his fingers through his hair as he spins back around and jogs back to join the others, his chest bouncing with every step and oh my god, you need to close your mouth before a fly buzzes right on in
droplets of water seem to glisten against his sun kissed complexion, and you find yourself letting out a breath you didn’t even realise you’d been holding when he turns around and gives you a very generous view of his toned back tapering down into what you can really only describe as a slutty little waist
good lord
“…is he moving in slow motion?” your voice wavers slightly as the question stumbles out of your mouth, and you wouldn’t be surprised if the lenses of your glasses start to fog up because of the heat radiating from your face right now
“jungkook!”
jungkook looks over his shoulder when taehyung calls for him again and you certainly don’t miss the way his biceps flex when he reaches up to adjust the bandana tied around his left arm
“get over here, bro!” taehyung gestures for him to come over and jungkook shoots him a thumbs up
“one sec, lemme dry off!” jungkook responds, pointing over to the benches where all their duffle bags are, “hi, jennie!”
“hi, jungkook!” jennie waves back before holding a hand over her eyes to shield herself from the sun before turning around to look at you, “oh my god, you are so in love with him-“
“oh, i am not-“ your cheeks flush and you shrink down a little, reaching up to rub the back of your neck, “i just- he’s-“
“we’d be honoured to speak at your guys’ wedding, by the way-“ taehyung smirks, and you hate the way that jennie has one to match with his, the two of them very clearly enjoying how much of an effect jungkook has on you
they certainly are the perfect couple
a match made in hell
“hey, guys!”
you quickly stand up a little straighter when you see jungkook jogging over, and you almost wonder if the universe is just testing you today when he slides a raw-hemmed crop top over his head, the cut-off sleeves making his arms look more biteable than they already do, “it’s a beautiful day out, thanks for coming out to say hi-“
“oh, of course! y/n and i were just gonna grab lunch-“
“hey, specs-“ jungkook flashes you the same crooked grin that makes your heart skip multiple beats in your chest and you know it’s only a nickname but you can’t help but feel a little giddy over the fact that he even gave you one in the first place (he complimented your glasses the first time you met), “those new?”
“these?” you reach up to adjust the wire-rimmed oval shaped frames sitting on the bridge of your nose, “yeah, i just- i accidentally sat on my old pair and i figured i’d just get a new set- thought i’d try a different style, so…“
“i like ‘em! very 90s, really cute-“ jungkook reaches over and flicks your glasses upwards a little, grin widening when he sees the blush spread across your cheeks
“thank you!” you clear your throat when your voice cracks a little and you adjust your glasses slightly before offering him a meek little smile, “i like your crop top. also very 90s of you and really cute-“
“you know what else is cute?” jennie interrupts, and you’re about to stop her from saying anything that’s going to embarrass you further (it’s her favourite thing to do and she claims she does it out of love and also to build character), “food, because i am starving. y/n and i were on our way to grab some food — did you boys want anything from the dumpling truck?”
“ooh, maybe grab one of those scallion pancakes for me for after practice??” taehyung swings an arm around jennie’s shoulder, “if i eat one now i’m definitely going to blow chunks mid-tackle.”
“and i’ll be the one having chunks blown on them because we’re partners for tackle practice…” jungkook shudders, crossing his arms over his chest, “i’m good though, thanks for the offer!”
“alright! well, if no one else has anything else to add to this conversation-“ jennie looks over at you and gives you a little look that you know translates to please, for the love of god, make a move only for you to purse your lips and shake your head no, “…okay! one scallion pancake for tae-“
“kook, you got anything to add?” taehyung looks over at jungkook and jungkook shakes his head no as well, frowning a little when taehyung gives him a look that he’s not sure what message is being expressed with, “…okay. one scallion pancake for me, i guess.”
“we’ll let you two get back to it! i’ll see you in a bit, baby-” jennie pops a quick kiss on taehyung’s cheek before joining your side again and looping her arm through yours, “don’t lose too many brain cells during practice!”
“can’t lose any if you didn’t have any to start with-“ jungkook chimes in, dodging a punch on the arm before letting out a cackle and going into a full sprint when taehyung suddenly lunges at him, “see you later, jennie! bye, specs!”
“‘bye, specs-‘“ jennie quotes, nudging your side as the two of you continue your trek, “you can’t tell me you don’t think he’s not a little into you-“
“my theory is that he knows i’m very into him and it makes his ego feel good so he just acts in ways that’ll make me all flustered so that-“
“okay, i’m gonna stop you right there and i’m going to say this out of love and also because i know you and i know the way you think, but i know for a fact that you think jungkook is out of your league and that’s what’s making you shrivel up into such a wimpy little shrimp whenever he’s in close proximity-“
“wha-“
“at the end of the day, jungkook is literally just a man.” jennie tsks, shrugging with one shoulder, “if he doesn’t like you, it would clearly be his loss because you’re a beautiful, loyal, witty, well-educated baddie-“
“you sound like such a cheerleader right now-“
“-but also he very clearly likes you so obviously he has his priorities right and a solid head on his shoulders-“ she spins over to stand in front of you, grabbing both your shoulders and giving you a shake, “stop getting into your own head. he is just a man. if it’s not him, it’s not the end of the world. if you don’t try, the answer is always gonna be no.”
“…i don’t like how well you know me.”
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you’ve spent so much time in the library this summer that you’ve almost forgotten what it’s like to be in the sun — lucky for you, it was a slow day at the library and one of your co-workers came in a little early before his shift and very generously offered to cover for you, meaning that you could join jennie on the bleachers for lunch and actually sit and bask in the sun inside of buying lunch and hustling back to the library like you usually do
“c’mon, fellas, you can do better than that!”
the sound of the whistle blowing makes you peel an eye open as you look down towards the field, a smile twitching at the corner of your mouth when you hear taehyung letting out a groan before collapsing dramatically on the floor
your eyes wander over to jungkook, watching as he readjusts his bandana around his head to keep the hair out of his eyes
he claps his hands together and crouches down slightly before gesturing for taehyung to come at him, his eyebrows scrunched in concentration and his jaw clenched slightly
“are you listening to me or are you too busy drooling over jungkook?”
“i’m listening, i’m listening…” you let out a sigh of contentment, letting warm rays of sun wash over your skin as you lean back against the bleachers with your elbows on the steps and your head tilted back slightly
you swear you’re a good friend and a great listener, but jennie’s been babbling on and on about something for the last ten minutes and you’re starting to zone out a little bit
“i mean, seriously… how hard is it to slap a couple of sentences onto a slide and make it work? this is why i hate group projects, and i especially hate the summer school students because they’re just so damn lazy and no one ever puts in the work and then there’s always one person who ends up having to do everything and everyone still gets credit for it!” jennie scoffs, chewing on her straw with a scowl, “it’s due tomorrow and half of my group mates haven’t uploaded their slides yet-“
“well, didn’t you say you haven’t uploaded yours yet either?” you frown, raising a hand to block the sun from your eyes before squinting a little
jennie pauses, pursing her lips in thought, “…yes, but i’m just waiting to see what they’re going to do before i upload mine-“
“then maybe they’re doing the same thing and all of you are just wasting each other’s time?” you suggest with a weak shrug, reaching over to pick up your drink and take a sip (it’s a strawberry lemonade slushie and it was the perfect choice for this lovely summer afternoon)
“you know, as my best friend, you’re supposed to have my back and this just feels like a personal attack-“
“jennie, baby!” both you and jennie look out towards the field to see taehyung waving his arms around wildly, “check it out, check out how far i can throw the ball! i’m gonna get it right into the goal, you watch me-” he backs up a few steps before drawing his right arm back and throwing the football in one sharp-
“mine!” jungkook leaps up into the air all of a sudden and catches it swiftly, hugging the football to his chest before dashing off into a sprint towards the goal posts, “lunch is on you if i get this goal-“
“what the-“ taehyung’s eyes widen in surprise, “you little shit, get back here!” he snaps, chasing after him and pouncing on his back before jungkook can get to the goal
the two of them tumble to the ground, jungkook letting out a grunt as he lets go of the football and lets it roll away
“you so did that just to get y/n’s attention.” taehyung huffs, wincing as he stares up at the sky, “jesus, i am not made for tackling, i have no idea how i made it onto the team-“
“because you’re the fastest runner and- also, i did not do that just to get y/n’s attention-“
“okay, mr. quarterback, your job is to throw or hand the ball off and i just find it funny that you stopped practicing that as soon as you realised y/n was in the bleachers- there are other ways to get her attention.”
“i wasn’t doing it for attention!” jungkook props himself up onto his elbows with a frown before pursing his lips and tilting his head a little, “…is she looking at us, though?”
“she’s talking to jennie.” taehyung snorts, getting back up onto his feet and picking the ball up before holding a hand out for jungkook, “you wanna get her attention? because i have a little idea.”
“what’s your- taehyung, wait-“
“did you still wanna watch barbie together this weekend?” you turn to look over at jennie as you bring your cup back up to your mouth for a sip (your drink is starting to turn into a warm, strawberry lemonade syrupy soup and it’s not very pleasant), “or are you seeing that with tae?”
“well, i was thinking we could actually do a little double date situation if you’re up to it…” jennie grins, reaching over to swat your knee, “it’s a movie date! it’s like two hours of being in a dark room with jungkook sitting next to you and you won’t have to make conversation, you’re gonna be fine-“
“well yeah, but then after the movie’s over we’re probably gonna go get food and-“
“incoming!”
“wha- oh!” you yelp in surprise when a football lands on you out of nowhere, the cap on your drink popping open and subsequently making you spill it on yourself as you get up frantically, “oh, god…” you set your cup down on the metal steps as you look down at your soaked tank top and jeans, the sweet-sticky fragrance of strawberry lemonade invading your nostrils
“aw, it’s on my bag!” jennie scowls, looking at the two droplets of pink staining the cream of her tote bag with a frown, “this artificial pink is gonna take forever to wash out-“
“yeah, tell me about it-“ you wince, shaking your hands off as you continue analysing the mess
it’s quite literally all over your tank top and lap and you don’t have a spare top or pants with you, so the only plan you have right now is to book it to the campus bookstore and buy an overpriced t-shirt
you hate to admit it but it looks like you pissed your pants big time, so maybe you’ll have to buy a pair of overpriced basketball shorts too
“are you fucking kidding me??? that was your idea of- oh my god, you dumbass-” jungkook snaps, turning to look at taehyung incredulously before sprinting over to the bleachers
“hey, it got her attention!”
jungkook wipes his clammy hands on his jersey as he dashes up the steps two at a time until he gets to you and jennie, feeling his cheeks burn slightly when he sees you standing there soaked in your drink and obviously not knowing what to do
“shit, y/n, i’m sorry-“ jungkook bends down to pick up the football before it can roll down the steps, “i’m so sorry, i was supposed to catch that but taehyung’s aim seems to be a little off this afternoon-“ he turns his head for a second to shoot a glare at taehyung, who is very leisurely making his way up the stairs as if he didn’t just pelt you with a football and make you waste your drink
“i’m fine! don’t worry about it, i’m fine-“ you laugh lightly, shaking your hands off and peeling your tank top from your stomach slightly, already feeling gross from how sticky everything is against your skin, “good throw, tae-“
“thank you! i have to say it was one of my best throws, if i’m being honest.” taehyung wiggles his brows, plucking the ball from jungkook’s arm before swooping down to give jennie a kiss, “you two enjoying the sun?”
“we were, until that happened-“ jennie reaches up to pinch taehyung’s cheek, “your aim must be horrible if the football landed in the bleachers.” she raises an eyebrow and gives him a look that tells him that she knows he did that on purpose, because of course he would do something like this on purpose
“i have a spare jersey and shorts in my bag, i can go get that for you right now-“
“oh, jungkook, you really don’t have to do-“ you don’t get a chance to finish before jungkook is dashing down the steps and you puff your cheeks out before looking down at yourself again, “i… should probably go rinse this off-“
“rinsing that off in the sink isn’t going to get the pink out.” taehyung snorts, “i’ve had that strawberry lemonade before. the pink food-dye they use is potent. if you took an x-ray right now, all of your organs would be neon pink-”
“great, that’s great to know- lemme head to the washroom now-“
“i’ll come with-“ jennie’s ears prickle slightly when she hears the familiar sound of the sprinklers turning on (they’ve turned on automatically many times whenever the squad is practicing on the field) and a lightbulb appears at the top of her head before her lips turn up in a devious grin, “there is a faster way to clean you off, actually. tae, can you go check on the spare clothes for y/n?”
taehyung narrows his eyes slightly before nodding slowly, turning on his heel and hopping down the steps to go back to jungkook
“you think i should go to the changing rooms instead to take a shower?” you sigh, wincing as you squeeze out excess pink syrup from your shirt and let it drip onto the concrete
and now you got some on your shoes too, so that’s just great
“well, the changing rooms are too far!“ jennie’s tone is suspiciously cheery, and before you know it she has a firm grip on your wrist is yanking you down the steps like her own little ragdoll before she whips around the corner under the archway
“what are you doing?” you frown, watching as she unravels the massive hose and makes sure the nozzle is on securely
“jungkook’s bringing you a change of clothes anyway, so i’m sure you won’t mind if i-“
you barely process what the hell is going on before you’re suddenly being blasted with a hose, another yelp of surprise slipping past your lips before you hold your arms up to dodge the aggressive spray of water directly aimed at you
“jennie!”
“you know, the next time you have an idea, i’d really appreciate if you ran it by me first before being a dickhead and launching a football right at someone-“
“well, it got her attention, didn’t it? and now she’s about to wear your clothes, so like- i don’t really see what the big issue is here.” taehyung sighs, standing with his hands on his hips as jungkook digs through his duffle bag for his spare set of clothes
he only has one set so he’s not sure what he’s going to wear after practice today, but maybe he can get away with spraying himself with a lot of deodorant after he takes a nice hot shower
or he could steal taehyung’s clothes considering the fact he caused the spillage in the first place
“you could’ve hurt them or something! what if that football had landed on her head and given her a concussion?”
“you clearly underestimate my impeccable aim. if i wanted to knock y/n out, i would’ve knocked her ass out in one shot-“ taehyung scoffs, walking alongside jungkook as the two of them start trudging across the field back towards where you and jennie are
“and where am i even supposed to go from here, huh?” jungkook frowns, “ooh, she spilled her drink all over herself and now she has to wear my clothes-“
“clothes that she’ll have to return to you at some point, prompting another sweet but heinously short conversation between the two of you- do you even realise how frustrating it is for me, as your best friend, to watch you clearly be into a girl and not know how to act around her when you could literally cough and make, like, ten people cream their pants-“
“eugh- hate that imagery-“
“well, it’s true!”
“nobody is going to cream their- what the-” jungkook stops in his tracks and holds a hand out to stop taehyung when they get close enough to see jennie literally hosing you down
“there you go, girl!” jennie laughs, raising the hose upwards so that the water is raining down on you, “get into it! get that strawberry lemonade outta your clothes-“
jungkook watches slack-jawed as you run both hands through your hair to slick it back, your tank top glued and scrunched up to the upper half of your abdomen and oh my god, you have a little tattoo on your hip and that is insanely attractive to him
“wait, this was actually such a good idea!” you grin, tilting your head up and clearly enjoying the water raining down on you, “helps with the heat, too-“
“see? all you have to do is listen to me and you’ll be happy!” jennie lowers the pressure of the water so that it turns into a light mist and you let out a laugh, swiping the water off your face before looking down to see if the stains are out of your clothes
“holy shit.” jungkook whispers to himself, his grip squeezing and loosening around the clothes he has fisted in his hand
his entire mouth has gone dry and all of a sudden he also feels the need to be blasted with some cold water to snap out of it
“is my mascara running?”
“yeah, but it’s giving, like, sexy raccoon, you know?”
“you might wanna put that away, bud.” jungkook grunts as taehyung jabs his elbow into his side and he turns his head to frown at him
“ow- what are you talking about?”
the smile grows on taehyung’s face before he presses his lips together to hold it back, “i’m talking about the fact that if you turned to face me right now you would jab me in the thigh.”
“jab you in the-“ jungkook looks down, eyes widening and the blood immediately draining from his face (obviously, because all the blood is heading down south) before he hands the spare clothes over to tae and yanks the towel off his shoulder to cover himself up, “oh my god, fuck-“
»»————- 🏈 ————-««
“bye bye, you two!”
“thank you for the clothes, jungkook! i’ll wash them before i give them back to you-“
“no problem! bye… bye…” jungkook waves at you and jennie as the two of you walk off, reaching for his water bottle blindly as a fond smile sits on his face
you look awfully cute in his clothes, that’s all
“you looooooove y/n,” taehyung sings, snatching the water bottle from him with a laugh, “you love her you love her you love her you-“
“oh, cut it out-“ jungkook scowls, reaching for another bottle of water from the pack and twisting the cap off with a crack, “you don’t know what you’re talking about!”
“yeah, alright, specs.” taehyung snorts, rolling his eyes playfully, “remind me again why you haven’t asked her out yet? you know she’s into you. and you’re clearly into her.”
“i just-“ jungkook clears his throat quietly before taking a small sip of water, “i don’t know… flirting is fun and short and easy and i’m just… worried that maybe she won’t like me as much when we’re together and alone for like, three hours on a date.”
“are you nervous to go out with y/n?” taehyung asks incredulously, eyes widening in what seems to be a mixture of shock and joy, “are you shitting me right now? jeon jungkook is scared to ask someone out on a date because he’s worried they won’t like him-“
“it’s a legitimate fear! i’m allowed to be anxious about it-“
“i never said you weren’t allowed to be anxious about it, i’m just saying that you’re jeon jungkook and you have people lining up for you around the block twenty four hours of the day, seven days a week!” taehyung gives him a hearty slap on the back before swooping an arm around his shoulder and forcing him to turn towards the bleachers, “you think those girls over there are here to actually sit and have lunch?”
jungkook looks over at the clusters of girls scattered around the bleachers, each friend group chatting away and picking at their lunches
“well, they’re not just here for me,” jungkook shakes his head, gesturing to the guys all over the field, “it’s a fuckin’ sausage fest out here, they’re here for everyone-“
“but you’re the only one who can fulfil the hot quarterback boyfriend fantasy.” taehyung jabs a finger into his chest with a grin before reaching down to pat his bare abdomen, “and you’re one of the only single guys left. you’re the belle of the ball, baby.”
jungkook looks back over at the people on the bleachers, shooting the girls a friendly smile and a nod of acknowledgement when he notices them staring at them
they burst into fits of giggles, jungkook tilting his head with a cheeky grin and shaking his head again
he doesn’t know if this is going to be douchebaggy of him to think, but he likes making people flustered!! it’s always fun to see their reactions
he likes making you flustered in particular, because there’s just something about your reaction that’s just so damn adorable
sometimes you roll your eyes, sometimes you snort, sometimes you avert your gaze immediately and rub the back of your neck — but he loves the way your eyes widen slightly before your cheeks get rosy
“y/n’s really cool. she’s beautiful, she’s smart, she’s funny, she’s educated, she can hold a conversation-“ taehyung clicks his tongue, “and she has that sexy librarian thing going on if you’re into that- which, by the way, is something that jennie told me to mention to you whenever i try to market y/n off to you-“
“i know she is!” jungkook nods, “and i know she does, and i’m definitely into it, i just- ah, i don’t know. maybe i should ask her out.”
“maybe, maybe not…” taehyung raises an eyebrow, “no pressure! it’s whatever if you decide not to, because i can hook y/n up with namjoon or something-“
“hey, hey, no need for such drastic measures,” jungkook frowns, reaching over to give taehyung a punch on the arm, “…alright, fine. i’ll ask her out.”
»»————- 🏈 ————-««
“so, you’re going to find that in the historical fiction aisle-“ you lean over the counter a little and point to the back, “it’s all the way in the back right to your left. you can’t miss it, the label’s going to be right on the front of the bookshelf.”
“alright, thank you so much.”
“no problem, let me know if you need any help finding anything else.” you smile politely, reaching up to adjust your frames before turning back to look at- “jungkook!”
your eyes widen in surprise and you’re suddenly happy that edna asked you to stay at the front desk to help people when she already knows you always prefer the lowkey jobs
you haven’t seen jungkook in about a week and a bit (you’ve been pretty busy at the library and there’s just not enough time in your lunch breaks to make the long journey across the football field) but you’re pleasantly surprised to see him here
though… it is just the two of you now, without taehyung and jennie as buffers, so… good luck?
“hey, specs,” jungkook flashes you a lopsided grin before looking around, shoving both his hands into the pockets of his varsity jacket, “god, it’s cold in here, no wonder you’re always wearing jeans in the dead of summer.”
“oh, yeah-“ you snort, looking down at your jeans, “i- well, we have to keep the library at a certain temperature because it’s good for the books but- i’m sure you’re not here to listen to me talking about how to keep books in pristine condition- did taehyung give you your clothes back? thank you so much for lending them to me, by the way. you’re a lifesaver.”
“yeah, yeah! no worries, hah- sorry i, uh- disappeared for a bit, i just… had to help coach with something, so i gave the clothes to tae and… yeah.” jungkook clears his throat and averts his gaze when you offer him a smile
“so… can i help you find anything?”
“well, i actually-“ jungkook chokes a little when he looks back up to see you looking right at him, your pretty eyes sparkling behind your glasses as your lashes bat ever so slightly, “first i just wanted to say sorry again for the slushie incident, i guess i just underestimated how far taehyung could throw a ball-“
“oh, god, really, don’t worry about it-“
“okay! in that case, i- uh… i just wanted to…” jungkook doesn’t know why his brain always seems to blank out at the most inconvenient of times but he supposes it’s a character development thing, “book!”
…
book.
he feels himself deflate slightly at how much of a himbo he’s probably making himself seem and he puffs his cheeks out as he thinks about how the hell he can recover from whatever that was
for the record, he’s usually very good at asking people out
like, very good
he’s just a little out of his element!!! the library is your territory and he doesn’t know if he’s being too loud or if he should speak louder and also there’s a queue forming behind him so now he’s just anxious and he feels like he’s wasting everyone’s time and also if you say no that’s just going to be flat out embarrassing and the people behind him are probably going to tell their friends that there was a guy at the library who asked the front desk girl out and she said no and i felt kinda bad for him and-
“you wanted to… book?” you repeat, the corners of your mouth turning up in a slight smile, “well, you’re certainly in the right place for that.”
“actually, i didn’t want to book- i mean, i didn’t want a book, i wanted to ask you something-“
“oh, sure! you’re also in the right place for that-“ you gesture to where you’re standing behind the desk with a light laugh, “what can i help you with?”
“do you wanna watch the barbie movie with me this weekend?” jungkook forces the question out before he chickens out, and he stands up a little straighter to feign confidence, “with me… and tae and jennie, because they wanted to watch it too. but we don’t have to share our popcorn and nachos with them, they can get their own snacks.”
jungkook counts one, two, three seconds before he decides that you are definitely about to turn him down, and he automatically starts sorting through the many lines of dialogue in his brain in response to your inevitable rejection
no worries, have a good one!
okay, goodbye!
anyways, book time for me!
“yes!” you respond almost as soon as he’s about to open his mouth and take his offer back (thank god), and jungkook tries to hide his excitement but it’s hard when he sees that you’re also trying your best to hide the megawatt smile creeping its way onto your face, “i- no, yeah, that would be great! i was gonna go regardless but being the third wheel is never fun, so it’d be fun to go with… you. and jennie and taehyung.”
jungkook gives himself a mental pat on the back, feeling himself revert back into his normal, confident ways all of a sudden
aha
you said yes
you like him (and he likes u)
nice
“oh, sick! alright, cool-“ jungkook clears his throat, nodding to himself, “yeah, cool, cool. okay, then i guess i will see you… this weekend. or whatever.”
“or whatever.” you tease, shrugging with one shoulder, “sounds good, jungkook.”
“okay, well- practice starts in a bit so- see ya, specs-“ jungkook raises his arm to wave only to realise his hand is still in his pocket, and he quickly yanks it out to give you a proper wave as he heads towards the doors
he lets out a breath of relief, his shoulders loosening up a little and he nods to himself with a proud smile
“that wasn’t as bad as i thought it’d be.” taehyung chirps right as jungkook walks out the doors, bending down to swoop his bag up off the ground and hand it back to him, “that was worse than i thought it was going to be. jesus christ, man. what the hell was that??”
“hey, she still said yes!” jungkook frowns, feeling his face turning red from humiliation because he doesn’t even know what the hell that was
if the roles were reversed he would fully be laughing his ass off at taehyung too
“she must really be into you if she said yes to watching the barbie movie with me and tae and jennie and they can get their own snacks and-“ taehyung laughs, “my god, it’s like you left all your rizz at the front door-“
“she said yes and that’s all that matters!”
🎙️ tease jungkook and y/n for both being little wussies (talk to my characters!)
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