DUST OF US #DRABBLE - SPECIAL CHRISTMAS EDITION (1 year of DOU)
> synopsis: 7 years ago Y/N broke Jungkook’s heart when she decided to end their relationship without an explanation. When they meet again at a friend's wedding, after almost a decade, Jungkook needs answers to move on.
*french writer, i apologize in advance for my awful english!
AGE: 19 YEARS OLD
>TW: smut, unprotected sex, small argument, jealousy
“No, Dad, don’t worry,” you say as Jungkook pulls the bottle of champagne from the fridge. “It’s just a little party with some friends we met.”
“Are you taking the car?” your father asks on the phone, his worried expression on the screen making you smile. He’s always been overprotective, even more so now that you’re in Seoul. Jungkook walks past, kissing your cheek as you sit on the couch. You and Jungkook have made a few friends since arriving in Seoul, and tonight Yoongi is throwing a Christmas party at his apartment.
“No, we’re calling a taxi,” you reply, handing Jungkook his scarf. “Dad, I’m nineteen. I’m not going to drive drunk.”
“I know. But you can’t blame your old man for still worrying. You’re miles away, and it’s our first Christmas apart.” Your father sighs before Kangsoo pops into view, waving.
You understand your dad’s nervousness. You spent nineteen years in Busan with him, and though he didn’t stop you from moving, you know he misses having you there.
“Where’s Kookie?” your little brother asks. You turn the camera to Jungkook, who’s packing bottles into a bag. He waves at Kangsoo.
“What am I getting this year?” Kangsoo grins, his eyes shining.
“You’ll find out tomorrow.” Jungkook laughs, placing a hand on your knee as he leans toward the camera. “Junghyun’s delivering it.”
Kangsoo, seven years old, has come to expect presents from Jungkook every year since you two started dating. This year, because you’re not in Busan, Jungkook sent the money to his brother to buy the gifts. Kangsoo stopped believing in Santa when your father drunkenly knocked over the Christmas tree one year, and he saw him lying tangled in the lights, presents scattered around him.
“Is it a phone?” Kangsoo asks, excitement in his voice.
“No phone until you’re twelve,” you scold, making the two men laugh. “You’ll see. And don’t forget to thank Kook.”
“Alright, kids,” your father sighs. “You should head to your party. We’re late to your uncle’s.”
“Okay, I’ll call you tomorrow, Dad. Have a great Christmas.” You smile as your dad blows you a kiss before ending the call.
You sit for a moment, staring at the dark screen, before Jungkook gently takes the phone from your hand and tilts his head to meet your eyes.
“Hey, they’ll be fine,” he whispers. You take a deep breath, nodding.
“I know... It’s just weird not being with them.”
Jungkook hums softly, cupping your face in his hands.
“Don’t worry, baby. We’ll be with them next year, I promise.” He kisses your forehead gently. “Come on, let’s go. The party’s probably already started.”
Yoongi doesn’t usually have big parties, so you’re surprised to see so many people when you and Jungkook arrive. After handing over the bottle of champagne, Jungkook grabs two beers for you both. Except for Yoongi, Jimin, and Hyesun, most of the people are strangers to you. You sigh, resting your chin on Jungkook’s shoulder as he chats with Jimin. Your arms are tucked under his shirt, warming your hands against his stomach. He doesn’t mind—he never does.
“You should’ve seen her face,” Jimin says, taking a sip of his beer. “She kept asking for it, again and again.”
You let out a sarcastic chuckle at his story about one of his encounters.
“You know, Jiminie, if a girl has to ask again and again, you didn’t do a good job the first time,” you reply. He opens his mouth to retort, then shuts it. Jungkook bursts out laughing.
“Oh, so Jungkook can do better?” Jimin shoots back, his ego bruised. “He lost his virginity just last year.”
“Uh—what? Why are you targeting me? You’ve got beef with my girl, not me!” Jungkook protests, and you arch a brow at Jimin’s words.
“First of all, it’s just an observation,” you chuckle. “And secondly, believe me, I don’t need to beg for an orgasm.” Jungkook smirks proudly.
Hyesun steps into the circle at that moment and immediately scrunches her nose.
“Oh my god, wrong timing,” she groans, making you laugh. “I’m here to tell you we’re doing tequila shots over there.”
You all look over to see Yoongi pouring shots while a friend adds lemon slices to each glass. Your eyes find Jungkook’s, and he gives you a kiss on the temple before guiding you to the drinks.
“We’re not getting home sober, huh?” you say, standing in front of the drinks. Jungkook wraps an arm around your shoulders, playfully scrunching his nose.
You don’t remember how many tequila shots you’ve had. Every time you thought it was over, Yoongi pulled out another bottle from his cupboard. All you remember is Hyesun dragging you into the middle of the living room to dance with her and the other guests. Jungkook stayed behind, next to the counter. He doesn’t drink much—one of you has to keep a clear head to get home.
Your eyes find Jungkook again during the party, just in time to see him pulled into a hug—a warm, tight hug. At least on her part. Jungkook has one hand on his beer and the other patting her awkwardly between the shoulder blades. And even though you trust your boyfriend completely, you never like seeing another girl getting too close to him. Maybe it’s insecurity, because deep down, you feel like he’s way too good to be with you. The alcohol makes you bolder as you walk toward them.
“I never thought I’d find you here, Kookie!” she says excitedly, stepping back, though her hand remains on his arm. “When did the Busan boy arrive in the big city?”
“Yeah…” He laughs awkwardly. “I moved to Seoul a few months ago.”
You stop a few meters away, not wanting to embarrass Jungkook if she’s just a friend. But you still don’t like how she keeps touching him.
“Really? We should follow each other on Instagram and set up a coffee date,” she suggests, and you frown. Why does she want a coffee date with your boyfriend? “Like old times.”
“Ah... haha... yeah, well, I don’t have Instagram,” Jungkook replies, and you bite your tongue as she rubs his arm. He doesn’t seem to notice her gesture, but you do.
“Someone’s jealous?” Yoongi asks, his head popping up behind your shoulder with a smirk. You roll your eyes and lean against the wall, folding your arms across your chest.
“I’m not jealous,” you mumble, and Yoongi nods, sipping his whiskey. His sharp eyes follow yours to where the two ‘old friends’ are standing.
“Really? I swear you’re turning green right now,” Yoongi smirks, and you chew the inside of your cheek.
“Who’s that girl, anyway?”
“Sohee. She came with one of my friends,” he says. “Small world, huh?”
“Small enough for her to be practically sitting on Jungkook’s lap,” you observe, noticing the lack of space between their bodies.
Yoongi chuckles, shaking his head. He finds it amusing how both you and Jungkook can still get jealous, even though everyone knows you only have eyes for each other.
“As long as you don’t kill her,” Yoongi jokes, arching a brow. The idea is tempting—at least breaking the hand that keeps rubbing your boyfriend’s back. “Nabi, if you’re about to throw hands, I don’t care. It’s kinda hot, two girls fighting, but not in my apartment.”
You give Yoongi a look and roll your eyes.
“I’m not going to fight her just because she’s talking to Jungkook.”
“More like whispering in his ear,” Yoongi teases, and you immediately glance back at them. Jungkook is leaning slightly to listen to her, her left hand on his shoulder and the other on his chest.
Yoongi laughs when you straighten up and march over, sliding between them to create a barrier. The girl looks surprised as you offer her a smile, your arm wrapping possessively around Jungkook’s waist.
"Oh, hi." Jungkook smiles, before kissing your forehead. "Sohee, this is my girlfriend, Y/N. Baby, this is Sohee. She was at school with us."
"The first girlfriend," Sohee jokes, offering you her hand. You poke the inside of your cheek with your tongue, a habit you picked up from Jungkook, feeling annoyed by her comment.
"The last," you reply, and she simply chuckles. You know it’s childish, but screw it. You’re tipsy and a little upset. She’s the whole popular high-school-girl starter pack, and Jungkook always liked pretty girls. You’re not surprised she’s his ex.
"You really have a type," she says, turning to Jungkook. "We kinda look alike."
Hell no, you want to shout, but you stay silent when you feel Jungkook softly squeeze your hip, like he can read your mind.
"Kookie and I have known each other since we were twelve," Sohee says, turning her attention to you. You force a smile. "I'm surprised you never heard about me."
"Yeah, no, never heard your name before today," you reply, as Jungkook closes his eyes and sighs. It’s a lie. You do know her. Jungkook told you he had a girlfriend before you, that it lasted six months, and that he thought he was in love with her. But in reality, he just liked her as a friend. He tried to force himself to fall for her, but it never worked.
Not like what you two have. He knew from the start he was interested in you, slowly fell for you, and every day, you keep learning how to love each other more.
"We had so many good memories together," she adds, tilting her head, her eyes lingering on Jungkook. You chuckle humorlessly, trying not to get drawn into her game. You’ve dealt with girls like her before. Ever since you started dating Jungkook, there’s been a line of them trying to rile you up with vague memories or false claims.
"I'm sure you do," you say simply, as Jungkook takes a deep breath and finishes his beer.
"I asked him for his social media so we could grab coffee. I hope you don’t mind," she smiles as Jungkook gently rubs your back. Sohee turns to Jungkook with a smirk. "Do you remember that time in Daeun’s closet?" she asks, and you know you have to walk away before she crosses the line.
"Yeah," Jungkook hums quietly. "But that’s the past. Let’s leave it there."
"Oh, come on, it was so fun," Sohee giggles, playfully slapping his arm before turning her attention to you. "I don’t know if it’s still the case, but he used to get so easily flustered. Just a brush of fingers and boom."
"Sohee," Jungkook says more firmly. "It’s disrespectful to talk about our past like that in front of my girlfriend. We were fifteen or sixteen. Get over it."
"If she’s your girlfriend, she already knows that story," Sohee says, turning to you. Her words hit you hard, and your grip tightens on Jungkook’s sweatshirt. It’s stupid to be upset over an old story, but she knows how to get under your skin. "Do you?"
"Yeah," you lie, even though you have no idea what she’s talking about. "I don’t know what game you’re playing, but grow up."
You grab your handbag from the chair behind Jungkook as he shakes his head at Sohee. He follows you, picking up both of your coats and his scarf. You wave goodbye to Yoongi and step outside the apartment, walking silently toward the elevator. You both put on your coats as you wait. Jungkook knows you well, and he can sense an argument brewing.
"What happened in Daeun’s closet?" you ask quietly as the elevator doors open. "And why were you even at her house? I thought you weren’t friends with Daeun."
Stepping outside the building, you wait for his answer.
"It’s... fuck," he groans, running a hand over his face. "She wasn’t my friend. She was Sohee’s."
You let out a dry chuckle, shoving your hands into your coat pockets. Neither of you has called for a taxi—you both know this needs to be dealt with first.
"It was four years ago," Jungkook sighs, clearly frustrated. "We were teens."
"Jungkook."
"Are we really going to argue on Christmas Eve?" he asks, and you nod, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
"When you make me look stupid in front of your ex? Yes." You cross your arms as Jungkook throws his head back, exhaling loudly, his breath visible in the cold night air. "I thought we told each other everything?"
"Fucking hell, Y/N," Jungkook snaps, turning to you. "You’re acting like I’m cheating on you with her!"
"Then why is it so hard to tell me?" you raise your voice. "What, did you fuck her in that closet?"
"No! Oh my god. You’re drunk. Let’s talk about this at home." He sighs, stepping closer to take your hand, but you shake your head and take a step back.
"Are you serious right now?"
"Dead serious," you retort, biting the inside of your cheeks while he pokes his own cheek with his tongue. "And I’m barely tipsy."
Jungkook takes a step back, rubbing his face in frustration.
"I fingered her!" he shouts, causing a few people passing by to turn and stare. But he doesn’t care—he’s too annoyed and just wants to go home. "Happy now?"
You scoff, pulling out your phone to call a taxi. When it arrives a few minutes later, you both get in. The ride home is silent. You’re angry at him, and he’s upset with you. Normally, you’d be almost cuddling in the back seat, but now you sit on opposite sides, staring out the windows. When the taxi stops in front of your building, you don’t wait for him to get out. Instead, you leave him to handle the payment.
“Asshole,” you mutter, kicking off your boots as you head straight to the bedroom.
He joins you a few minutes later, still silent. Without a word, he puts his coat back in the closet and retreats to the living room. You know this needs to be resolved before you can sleep. Taking a deep breath, you step out of the bedroom and find him in the kitchen. Grabbing a bottle of whiskey, you pour yourself a drink. Even standing next to each other, the silence feels deafening.
“You fingered her?” you ask, repeating his earlier words. He sighs.
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“I don’t even understand why you’re upset about it,” Jungkook replies. You close your eyes, resisting the urge to snap. Instead, you down your drink and pour another.
“I don’t care where your fingers were before we were together. I’m upset because you said you didn’t do anything before me,” you respond, watching as he finishes his glass and pours himself a fresh one.
“This fight is stupid,” he mutters.
“I need you to cooperate, or one of us is sleeping on the couch,” you warn.
“I don’t want that either,” you retort. “It’s not about what you did, Kook. You told me nothing happened with your ex except kissing. When we first slept together, you said I was your first, just like you were mine. I don’t care if you had a girlfriend or if you pleased her before me. It’s the lie I can’t stand. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because—fuck—I didn’t want you to think I was some fuckboy who went around touching every girl he could. I really loved you, and I was scared you’d think less of me or feel grossed out if I had more experience than you. You were already intimidated when we first kissed because I had a girlfriend before. I just wanted you to feel comfortable with me,” Jungkook explains. His honesty softens your expression.
“I would never be disgusted by you. I love you the same, no matter what,” you say, your hand finding his. A small smile spreads across his lips as he intertwines his fingers with yours and kisses the back of your hand.
“I love you too,” he whispers against your skin.
“You’re too sweet to be a fuckboy,” you tease, making him roll his eyes. “Fuckboys don’t like Hello Kitty.”
“Shut up,” Jungkook chuckles, nudging your shoulder playfully.
“So, what happened?” you ask, now that the tension has dissipated.
“Oh god… It was so dumb. I was young and horny. We wanted to feel close, so we went into this closet. She started touching me, and, well, you know me,” he says sheepishly.
“Hm,” you hum, a small smile playing on your lips as you lean against the counter.
“I got hard, and I wanted to make her feel good too. It was awkward—I had no idea where to put my fingers. When she asked me to put them in, I just did it. We ended up masturbating each other, and then she wanted to have sex in that closet. But I said I wanted my first time to be romantic. She got mad and called me a faggot.” He scrunches his nose in distaste, and you chuckle softly.
“What a bitch,” you reply, wrapping your arms around his waist. He hums, leaning down to kiss you as his hands gently cradle your face.
“Thank god I didn’t waste my first time on her,” he murmurs against your mouth.
“Thank god,” you echo playfully, standing on your toes to kiss him again. “Thank you for telling me.”
“That was the only thing I was hiding from you, I swear,” Jungkook says with a playful grin.
“Since we’re confessing things…” You trail off, nerves making you laugh softly. Jungkook freezes, a flicker of worry crossing his face.
“When we were sixteen… I—” you laugh nervously again, “I touched myself thinking about you.”
“Fuck—what?” he gasps.
“Yeah… I started to like you and I just –it just happened.”
“That’s hot. Did you come?”
“Kook!” you exclaim, laughing as you push him away, but his expression is deadly serious. “Yes…” you admit, your voice barely a whisper.
“Shit.” Jungkook breathes, your eyes fall on his bulge and you let out another stupid giggle, blaming it on the alcohol.
“Are you really hard from that?”
“I was hard the moment you said you love me.” he admits, abandoning his drink to cup your face and press his lips to yours. “It just helped to get me rock hard.” he adds, guiding you toward the couch as you giggle again.
Once your legs hit the couch, you fall onto it, propping yourself on your elbows as he pulls off his sweatshirt and tosses it somewhere in the living room.
“So, what’s the plan?” you tease, letting your foot trail up his leg before pressing it purposefully against his arousal. He groans, grabbing your foot and kissing your ankle before releasing it.
“The plan?” Jungkook echoes, unbuckling his belt with a smirk. “I’m going to eat that pussy and fuck you senseless. You won’t even have to beg.”
“Are you seriously thinking about Jimin right now?” you laugh as he helps you remove your pants, his lips peppering kisses along your inner thighs. He smirks before nuzzling his nose against your panties, right where your clit is.
“Shit, Kook.”
“You know I love when you praise me,” he murmurs, sliding off your panties and spreading your legs to get a better view of your wet center. “Fuck, when you bit back at him earlier, I knew I was going to eat you alive as soon as we got home,” he whispers before burying his face between your legs.
Your back arches as your hand tangles in his hair. His tongue begins collecting your wetness, then his lips close around your bundle of nerves, drawing a moan from you. Your legs instinctively close around his head, but Jungkook knows exactly how to keep you on the edge of control.
“Don’t move,” he laughs, lifting your legs to press them against your chest. His tongue strokes your sensitive clit while two fingers join in, sliding in easily and thrusting deep. He holds your legs in place with one hand, ensuring you can't squirm away.
“One or two?” he asks.
“One,” you gasp breathlessly. “I can’t handle two.”
“Yes, you can,” he says with a grin before returning to his work.
“No, Kook,” you whimper, pushing his head gently away. “If I don’t have you in me right now, I’ll die.”
“Dramatic,” he chuckles, getting to his knees.
Jungkook frees his cock as you spread your legs wider. Your eyes meet his as he strokes himself slowly, his gaze never leaving yours. He teasingly taps his tip against your clit, drawing a frustrated groan from you.
“You’re so annoying,” you groan, rolling your eyes. “Can’t you just—fuck,” you moan as he thrusts into you in one smooth motion, a smug smile curling his lips.
“What were you saying?” he asks with a grin, his hips moving slowly at first.
As his pace quickens, you find yourself clenching around him involuntarily, squeezing him tightly.
“Fuck, Y/N, I won’t last if you keep doing that,” he whispers, burying his head in your neck and peppering your skin with kisses.
“I’m about to come,” you warn, and he immediately lifts his head to look at you.
“Really? Fuck,” Jungkook groans, his free hand sliding between your bodies to circle your clit. “Come for me, baby. I want to feel you before I finish.”
“Shit—don’t say things like that,” you complain, but your body betrays you, muscles clenching as your orgasm overtakes you. His dirty talk always pushes you over the edge; he knows exactly what to say without sounding cringy.
A few more thrusts, and your body spasms, squeezing his cock as you climax. As always, you’re the first to come—Jungkook never lets himself finish until you do. Pressing your forehead against his shoulder, you breathe heavily while he continues to thrust, his movements growing more erratic. Then he freezes, his body tensing as he empties himself inside you.
Birth control is a wonderful invention, you think, as you relish the warmth and the strange but satisfying sensation of being filled. Jungkook sighs as he comes down from his high, collapsing onto you without pulling out.
“Fuck,” he says with a contented smile, lifting his head just enough to kiss you. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” you reply, cupping his face to deepen the kiss. He shifts slightly, adjusting to look at you without breaking your connection.
“It’s midnight,” you murmur.
“Merry Christmas, baby,” he whispers against your lips, his fingers tracing your jaw.
well hello everyone, long time no see. (Don’t come at me please, I’m doing my best.)
I know you all are waiting for the last chapter. I’m at… 60% of it. But between uni and my exams coming soon, it’s hard to have time to write. BUT I’ll try to finish it before the end of the year. I’m sorry for the long wait 😔. I hate having nothing to post.
It’s crazy to know that I posted the first chapter one year ago. I didn’t expect so many people to love it since it’s my first time writing in English. But thank youuu 🥹
Also, since Dust Of Us is one year old today, I was thinking of something. I had this Drabble I wrote last year for Christmas, that was only available on ko-fi. But since I’m thinking of closing my ko-fi and I don’t want it to be lost (it’s a good Drabble not gonna lie, I re-read it earlier). SO, I let you choose:
thank you for still being here and waiting for it. I’ll wait a few hours to see the votes. my asks are still open if you want to talk today <3 (or if I post the Drabble and you want to talk about it)
well hello everyone, long time no see. (Don’t come at me please, I’m doing my best.)
I know you all are waiting for the last chapter. I’m at… 60% of it. But between uni and my exams coming soon, it’s hard to have time to write. BUT I’ll try to finish it before the end of the year. I’m sorry for the long wait 😔. I hate having nothing to post.
It’s crazy to know that I posted the first chapter one year ago. I didn’t expect so many people to love it since it’s my first time writing in English. But thank youuu 🥹
Also, since Dust Of Us is one year old today, I was thinking of something. I had this Drabble I wrote last year for Christmas, that was only available on ko-fi. But since I’m thinking of closing my ko-fi and I don’t want it to be lost (it’s a good Drabble not gonna lie, I re-read it earlier). SO, I let you choose:
thank you for still being here and waiting for it. I’ll wait a few hours to see the votes. my asks are still open if you want to talk today <3 (or if I post the Drabble and you want to talk about it)
> synopsis: 7 years ago Y/N broke Jungkook’s heart when she decided to end their relationship without an explanation. When they meet again at a friend's wedding, after almost a decade, Jungkook needs answers to move on.
*french writer, i apologize in advance for my awful english!
It feels like the world is falling on Jungkook.
He’s let things drag on, and now he’s stuck. Hina traveled all the way here to see him—because he neglected her. Spending those weeks with you felt like living in his own little paradise, and even though he texted Hina sometimes, she was long forgotten the moment you were around. And now, Jungkook feels like an asshole. He became what he always despised: a player.
Slowly, he sits up on the bed, palming his face as he looks at the sleeping body next to him. Neither of you deserves the way he’s treating you.
He knows where his heart lies—it belongs to you. But he can’t just sneak back into your life like nothing happened with Hina still unaware that her ‘fiancé’ is the villain in this story.
He gets out of bed, giving one last glance at Hina before walking to the living room, soaked in darkness, and collapses on the couch. He has explaining to do. To both of you.
He scrolls through your messages—each one asking if everything is okay, to call you when he can. He didn’t reply to a single one. And he knows he has to, before you knock on Jimin’s door, worried.
“Fuck,” Jungkook mutters, throwing his phone aside and burying his face in his hands.
“Is everything okay?” Jimin’s voice pulls him out of the spiral.
Jungkook lifts his head to find his best friend standing in the doorway.
“Does it look like it?” he breathes, watching Jimin grab two beers from the fridge before heading out to the balcony.
Jungkook follows him silently and sits next to him, mumbling a quiet “Thanks” for the bottle. The cold beer is a pathetic contrast to the heat burning in his chest.
“I’m going to lose Nabi… And hurt Hina.” He mumbles taking a sip of his beer, jaw clenched as Jimin nods slowly, looking at the city above them. “I’m a fucking asshole. I deserve neither of them.”
“You’re right.” Jimin hums without hesitation.
“You’re supposed to comfort me.” Jungkook turns to him, frowning.
“I’m your best friend, not your fan. I’m supposed to call out your bullshit.” Jimin corrects him making Jungkook nods in defeat. “I told you to end things with Hina before starting something with Y/N. I told you to tell her the truth. Didn’t I?”
He sighs, nodding again. Jimin has told him. Again and again. He knows it.
“I was supposed to buy that plane ticket weeks ago… to end things with Hina. But I let time pass, and now it’s worse.” Jungkook whispers, chewing the inside of his cheek.
“What are you gonna do?” Jimin asks quietly, letting his friend find his own answers.
“I can’t lie to Hina. I don’t love her. I don’t want to drag her into a loveless marriage.”
“You didn’t want to marry her to begin with.” Jimin points out.
Again, his bestfriend is right. He had no intentions to marry Hina to start. Jungkook is a people-pleaser, especially when it comes to the people he dates. When Hina found the ring he had hidden, he didn’t have the heart to tell her that it wasn’t for her.
“If she didn’t find the ring,” Jimin asks, “would you have ever proposed to her?”
“No.” Jungkook admits, looking at the floor. “I never imagined marrying anyone but Y/N.”
“That’s your problem. You always let life make decisions for you.” Jimin sighs, staring at his friend. “What are you scared of?”
Jungkook looks down, taking a deep breath.
“Hurting them.” He replies in a whisper.
"You're hurting them more by lying." Jimin shakes his head. "When Hina found Y/N's ring, you could have told her it wasn’t what she thought and told her the truth. Instead, you let her believe the ring was for her when it clearly wasn’t. And now you have to watch her wearing the ring of your first love."
“You’re right.” Jungkook pinches his lips together. “I’m a fucking loser who runs from his problems.”
But he wants to fix that.
“I’m telling Hina the truth tomorrow morning. I’ll pay for her return ticket,” Jungkook says. “And then… And then….” He swallows hardly before hiding his face in his hands. “Fuck, Nabi is going to hate me.”
“You don’t know that,” Jimin says, trying to comfort him.
“No… I know it. She told me.” Jungkook shakes his head. “I can only blame myself. Fuck… I feel like the day she left me.”
Jimin sighs and looks down at his beer.
“She’s not a kid anymore. Y/N’s mature. She knows you.” He gives Jungkook’s shoulder a small squeeze. “She knows you’re a dumbass, even when you’re being genuine.”
Jungkook nods slowly, but it doesn’t make him feel better. He knows Jimin is just trying to be kind.
“Kookie… you’re not a bad person. Some part of you was just too excited to have her back, and you stopped thinking with your brain,” Jimin adds, and Jungkook lets out a dry chuckle. “But you’re not sixteen anymore. Be honest. Tell her the truth. She’ll explode, yeah, but once she calms down, she’ll come back to you.”
“I don’t really think so,” Jungkook mutters, taking a breath.
“Dude. We both know her. She plays tough, but she never loved anyone the way she loves you. She’ll come around—with time. Just… don’t push her.” Jimin tilts his head to catch Jungkook’s eyes.
He knows Jimin is probably right. If you didn’t love him back, you wouldn’t have let him come back into your life. It only took a few months, a few dates and one trip to Busan, to ignite something again.
Even after seven years. Because deep down, Jungkook will always have a special place in your heart. Just like you in his. You’re meant to be. And it was written a long time ago already.
Jungkook reads your messages but doesn’t answer. Not because he doesn’t want to. But because he has to have that conversation with Hina first.He sleeps on the couch that night. At least he had a few perfect weeks with you.
That’s the only comfort he can afford right now. Jimin gives him space for that big conversation he’s about to have, dragging Kentaro out of the apartment.
Jungkook stares into his coffee, hands clasped tightly around the warm mug when Hina walks into the kitchen with a soft smile.
"Good morning," she says.
"Good morning," he replies, avoiding her eyes. She leans in for a kiss, but he gently pulls away. "Hina... I-I have something to tell you." He adds, stepping back to grab a mug for her.
Hina tilts her head curiously as she watches him pouring her a cup of coffee before setting it on the counter in front of her.
"Did something happen?" she asks, her voice laced with growing worry.
"I... I saw her."
Hina’s face falls. She knows exactly who he means. She’s heard every story, seen the pictures at his parents’ house. You’ve always been there, like a shadow, like a memory he couldn’t quite shake.
“I see.” Hina says, swallowing hard.
“I’m sorry.”
She takes a deep breath, nodding.
“I understand.” It’s all she manages to say, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
Hina has never had a problem living with the ghost of you hovering behind Jungkook. When she met him, they were two heartbroken souls trying to heal. She turned the page. He never did. And she knew that.
She envied the love he had for you. And a part of her always hoped… that one day, he might love her like that too.
“I love you,” she says, softly.
He pinches his lips together, staring down at his coffee. Silence hangs between them before he finally lifts his gaze.
“I love you too… but not in the same way.” He swallows, standing straighter. “Hina… I can’t marry you.”
His eyes fall on her as she’s silent, chewing the inside of her cheek. He wants to punch himself for hurting her. She doesn’t deserve what he’s putting her through.
“Hina—”
“I heard you.” She nods. “Does she love you back?”
“She does.” His voice is low. He looks like it’s physically hurting him to say this to the only genuinely good person he’s ever known.
“I’ll never be the one to stand in your way.” She takes his hand in hers. “If it’s meant to be, go. I want you to be happy.”
Jungkook gets up when he sees the tear fall from her cheek. He walks over and pulls her into a hug as she starts sobbing.
“I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you.” His voice breaks as he tightens his arms around her.
Hina pulls back and looks at him as he gently wipes the tears from her cheek with his thumb. He feels horrible to hurt her. Jimin was right, if he did that earlier, he wouldn’t be here right now.
“I want you to find someone who’ll love you… completely.” Jungkook says as she nods, sniffing. “That person isn’t me. If I marry you, I’ll always think of her. You don’t deserve that.”
“Thank you… Jungkook.” She whispers, looking down. “And I hope she knows how lucky she is to have you.”
He wants to say she’s wrong. That he’s just a coward who cheated on his fiancée with his first love because he can’t keep his dick in his pants. But this isn’t the time to make it about him, and he knows he’d look even more like a narcissistic asshole if he talked about himself right now. So he stays silent.
“Well,” Hina takes a deep breath, wiping her cheeks. “I’m here for five more days. I’m probably asking too much, but can I… at least have you for that time?”
“W-What?” Jungkook blinks.
“Not as your fiancée. Just… as your friend.”
He lets out a soft chuckle. She should hate him, but instead she wants to make the most of the days they have left.
“You did promise to show me Seoul,” she adds with a sad smile.
“I did.” He gives her a soft look.
“She’s lucky to be loved by you,” Hina says again, then hesitates. “I, uh… I’ll move my things out of your room—”
“No. Stay. I’ll sleep on the couch,” Jungkook insists. “You’re not going to spend your last days here stuck in Jimin’s living room.”
She nods. And maybe Jungkook is the lucky one—for having known someone like Hina at all.
“Do you think we’ll still be friends after I go back to Tokyo?” she asks quietly, playing with the spoon in her coffee.
“Do you… want that?” Jungkook frowns. “I disrespected you. I cheated on you. Lied to you.”
Hina chuckles softly, her fingers caressing the wood of the counter as she takes a deep breath.
“I won’t lie, I’m a little upset that she came back in your life. But I also understand that you love her. You were still healing when we met. I knew what I was walking into when I fell for you.” Hina explains as Jungkook nods.
He looks down at his mug, guilt crushing him.
“But… thank you,” she adds, voice barely above a whisper. “For not letting me be the other woman.”
That hits him hard. Because she could’ve been. So easily.
“Maybe… if she hadn’t come back, you would’ve moved on. Maybe it would’ve faded with time,” Hina adds, chewing her bottom lip.
He doesn’t agree. Not even a little. Because he never forgot you—even before seeing you again at Hyesun’s wedding. He had actually hoped never to meet you again. Because he knew. He knew he could never erase you from his memory. You were, and still are, the love of his life—now and forever. And Hina couldn’t change a thing.
You were never going to fade. Not from his skin, not from his bones.
“I need to call her now… to… explain.” Jungkook says simply, exhaling deeply before leaving the kitchen.
He knows Hina is probably still watching him. Raking a nervous hand through his hair, he grabs his phone and starts pacing in Jimin’s room. He sits on the edge of the bed, thumb between his teeth, praying, just a little, that you won’t pick up.
But you do.
And he hears your voice—slightly breathless like you were waiting for his call and ran to your phone, slightly worried.
“Kook? Why didn’t you reply to my texts? I tried to—”
“Nabi…” he murmurs, and you go quiet. He can feel your silence in his chest.
“I’m sorry I didn’t answer your calls and texts. I had something going on here, and—”
“Is everything alright?” you cut him off gently. “Are you okay?”
“I am. Please, don’t worry about me,” he says, wishing he could just teleport into your arms and kiss the worry off your face. “I’m okay. Just… yeah.”
He presses his palm against his face. Hina was the easier part. You… you're going to be the hardest truth he’ll ever have to face.
“Do you want me to come?” you ask softly.
He shakes his head instinctively, as if you’re standing right in front of him.
“No. I’ll be back at the end of the week. I just… I have something I need to finish here.” His voice drops. “Nabi… I’ll explain everything. I promise.”
“What?”
“Just… trust me.”
Silence.
“Y/N?”
“I’m here,” you whisper. He wonders what you’re doing. Are you sitting? Standing? Crying?
“Don’t worry, okay? It’s nothing. Really,” he lies, swallowing his own guilt. “I love you, Nabi.” His voice cracks. “I just wanted you to know.”
And before you can say anything before he can hear something that might break him further, he hangs up.
You only just found each other again. You haven’t said it back yet, and with the way things are now, he doesn’t want to hear it. Not like this. Not when he knows he still has a storm to confess. He doesn’t want to break his heart harder once he’ll tell you the truth.
When he steps out of the room, Kentaro and Jimin are unpacking groceries. Hina’s still sitting at the counter. Silent. Like she has been all day. Jungkook sinks into the stool next to her and feels the weight of everything crash back down. But he knows that he’s the only one to blame. Jimin glances a few times in his direction, without saying anything.
The rest of the afternoon blurs. He dissociates, barely notice when Kentaro put a beer in his hand. His brain is somewhere between regret and memory. Somewhere between your laugh and Hina crying in his arms.
The sound of Kentaro’s voice yanks him back.
“Why do you look like someone just died?” he groans playfully, tossing a pillow at Jungkook.
“What?” Jungkook blinks, barely registering.
“You’ve got your fiancée, your best friends, and you still look like you’re on another planet.”
He is. He’s on your couch, in your arms, watching some dumb drama with you and stealing glances every time you laugh.
“Sorry.” He sighs, rubbing his face and taking a sip of the beer.
“Let’s play a game!” Kentaro suggests.
“We’re not in college anymore,” Jimin groans, playfully shoving him.
“So? You’re not fifty or something either.” Kentaro replies, pushing him back in return.
The doorbell rings.
Jungkook doesn’t flinch. His eyes stay fixed on the droplets sliding down his bottle. Jimin gets up. Hina squeezes his hand, still trying to be the gentle one. He doesn’t deserve her kindness.
Then he hears you.
“Where is he?”
You sound breathless. Worried. Urgent.
“Y/N—” Jimin starts, but you’re already through the living room.
You freeze.
Jungkook is sitting on the couch. Hina’s beside him. Her hand is on his. Her other hand rests on his back. And when your eyes lock on his, the world stops.
“Hello?” Kentaro raises a brow.
“I came here as soon as the shop closed,” you say, voice tight, eyes darting between their hands and Jungkook’s blank face. “I thought something was wrong. I thought you needed me.”
“Y/N…” Jungkook breathes, getting to his feet, panic crawling up his throat.
You take in the setting: half-finished beers, snacks, music humming in the background. It’s not the emergency you pictured when he said he couldn’t see you until the end of the week.
“So you’re here, partying with your friends?” you ask, your tone sharper now. “That’s why you couldn’t see me?” You step closer. “Cuddling with… who are you?”
Hina stands up, understanding who you are without being told.
Jungkook’s brain short-circuits. He wanted to tell you this...not like this. Not with everyone watching.
“We weren’t—” Hina starts.
“Of course you weren’t,” you cut sarcastically, shaking your head.
“Nabi…” Jungkook reaches for your arm.
You step back.
“Wait. The Nabi?” Kentaro stares like he’s seen a ghost. “You're the Nabi?”
You frown at his words like they’re absurd, and yet Kentaro is staring at you like he’s seeing a ghost. Of course, all of Jungkook’s friends know who you are, even the ones you’ve never met. Jungkook can feel the dominoes falling.
“Can we talk in private?” he asks, gently, stepping toward you.
You’re trying so hard not to explode. You want—need—to believe there’s a logical explanation. That you misunderstood. That this isn’t betrayal, not really.
“Are you okay with that?” Kentaro asks, worried for his friend, as Hina who widens her eyes and shakes her head for him to not say too much. “What? You’re his fiancée after all.”
Your brows widen, your gaze falling on the other woman in the room, right behind Jungkook. Jungkook sighs, closing his eyes.
“Fiancée?” You repeat. Your gaze whips from Hina to Jungkook. “Fiancée?”
And just when Kentaro opens his mouth, Jungkook raises his voice.
“Shut your fucking mouth, man. For God sakes!” Jungkook snaps making Kentaro freezes.
It’s the first time that his friend sees him explode like that.
Jungkook knows that Kentaro is loud, it’s not his fault. He’s not aware of the situation here. He doesn’t even know half of the story.
“Y/N…” Jungkook says your name in a breath as he takes a step to you, taking your hand. “Let me explain—”
“Explain what?” you hiss, yanking your hand from his. He sees that you’re connecting dots in your head. “That story about your friend juggling two girls? That was you, wasn’t it?”
He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out.
“I knew something smelled off,” you laugh bitterly. “But I told myself, ‘Jungkook would never.’” You glare. “And yet… here we are.”
Jungkook’s heart clenches at your words, and he swallows hard. His throat is so dry he almost coughs, though he’s not sure if it’s a cough or a cry he swallowed in that moment. The look on your face right now is exactly what he tried to avoid. But deep down, he knew that with all the shit he did, it was only a matter of time.
“And you’re okay with it?” You turn to Hina, who takes a deep breath, her eyes dropping to the floor like she’s intimidated by you, and Jungkook can understand why. “I can’t believe it,” you say, letting a dry chuckle escape your throat as you take a step back.
Jungkook is bleeding his emotions through every pore. His skin burns. His throat aches. He can’t breathe.
“You should dump him. In that story, he said you were just someone ‘special.’ Someone you’re about to marry shouldn’t think so little of you.”
Jungkook’s eyes fall on his thumb, which he’s nervously scratching, ripping the skin next to his nail until it bleeds.
“He played both of us.” You shake your head, grabbing your bag from the floor. “Don’t try to contact me ever again,” you spit at Jungkook before turning your back and walking to the door.
Jungkook takes a tentative step forward, but he’s stopped when the door is kicked closed. He’s torn between apologizing again to Hina, showing her the respect she deserves, and running after you. But when his eyes meet Hina’s, she gives him a small nod, silently telling him to go after you.
“I’m sorry,” Jungkook whispers to Hina, not waiting for anyone’s reaction as he rushes to the door.
He stops at the elevator, jabbing the button with shaky fingers. You’re probably already inside. His mind races—no, panics—and he doesn’t waste a second before sprinting to the stairs.
Jungkook catches your arm just in time, right before you reach the front door of the building.
“Nabi, let me explain,” he pants, out of breath.
You push him away and keep walking, stepping out into the night.
“I’m not with her anymore!” he shouts, chasing after you.
“I should give you a medal, then,” you snap, yanking your car door open. But before you can get inside, he slams it shut, trapping you between him and the car.
“Get off.”
“Y/N,” he pleads, steadying his breath. “I’m not letting you go until you let me explain.”
You bite the inside of your cheek, probably hard enough to taste blood. Your arms cross tightly under your chest, and Jungkook exhales shakily. You're not walking away. You’re angry. But you’re listening. That flicker of hope nearly kills him.
He reaches out to touch your arm, then stops himself. You don’t want him touching you. Not right now.
“You’re the only one I want, Y/N,” he says softly. It sounds more like a beg than a declaration.
“You played on two boards, Jungkook.” Your voice is cold. “You lied to me.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” He swallows hard. “But that wasn’t what I wanted. None of this—”
“What?” you cut him off. “Sleeping with me? Or asking her to marry you?”
You try to open the door again. He blocks it.
“Shit, Y/N, listen to me.” His voice raises instinctively. Your eyes widen. He instantly backpedals. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to yell.”
His tone softens.
“Nabi…” He gently cups your face to make you look at him. “Have I ever made you doubt that I love you?”
Your eyes meet his. For a moment, nothing exists but the two of you.
Then you shake your head slowly. No...he’s never made you doubt that.
He never hid that you were his entire heart.
“I never thought I’d see you again after you left. I tried to move on, date others... but fuck, Y/N. You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted to marry. You know that.” He swallows. “When I saw you at Hyesun’s wedding... I didn’t even think. I had to. Because our story wasn’t over. We both knew it.”
Your eyes close briefly like his words cut too deep.
“But that girl,” you take a deep breath, reopening your eyes. “She was still your fiancée. Maybe not now, but she was—when you asked me out. When we kissed. When we fucked.” You gesture wildly; your voice full of fire.
Jungkook sighs, his head falling forward as he rests his forehead against yours.
“Things got out of control. I hurt both of you, I know. That was never what I wanted.” His voice breaks. “I was just so fucking happy to have you back, I lost sight of what I needed to do. I should’ve broken up with her the second I realized it. Wherever you are, I’ll be there too. That I will never love anyone the way I love you.”
You shut your eyes. It’s too much. You feel it, he knows you do. But will that be enough?
“Please, Y/N. Forgive me. I fixed it. I swear. I told her everything—I’m with you. Only you.”
Jungkook sees the way you take a step back, bumping into your car. His stomach drops.
“I don’t date cheaters,” you say quietly, lifting your chin. “You should’ve never come back into my life, Jeon Jungkook.”
“Y/N…” he breathes, taking a step back like your words physically knock him down.
“You think because you broke up with her recently, I’m just going to smile and open my bed to you again?” You laugh, but there’s no humor in it. “You’re a fucking liar. A narcissist who thought he could have both. What was I, huh? A side chick?”
“How could you say that?” Jungkook frowns looking at you, rolling your eyes. “I’ve never treated you as a ‘side chick’. You were never that to me. Never. Fuck, Y/N. What should I do to prove to you that I’m genuine about my feelings for you?”
He watches as your gaze drops, your jaw tight. A tear slips from your eye, trailing down your cheek.
“Disappear from my life.” You reply with difficulty before wiping your cheek angrily with the sleeve of your jacket.
“No…” He shakes his head, his view blurring slowly. “You can’t ask me that.”
You take a deep breath, pulling your car door open again. He grabs your wrist—not hard, but desperate. This conversation isn’t over for him. He wants to fix everything; he wants to go back to how perfect you two were a few days ago.
“Let go.” You warn making him frown. “Let go, or I’ll punch you. I’m not kidding.”
Jungkook’s hand fall back on his side at your words. Not because he fears your punch. But because he fears your hate more than anything else in this world. He watches your car drive off, the red of your taillights disappearing down the street.
And even though his heart is in ruins, he clings to one thing: This isn’t the end. You both just need time to cool down. He just got you back. he’s not going to let you go. Not again.
> synopsis: 7 years ago Y/N broke Jungkook’s heart when she decided to end their relationship without an explanation. When they meet again at a friend's wedding, after almost a decade, Jungkook needs answers to move on.
*french writer, i apologize in advance for my awful english!
*okay so that's something i wrote in chapter 08 and decided that the chapter would be too long with it. but enjoy it as a drabble (i guess?)
“Are you sure?” Jungkook frowns when you tell him he has to meet Trash.
“Kook.” You give him a look, your hand on the doorknob of the other room. “I can’t keep my baby locked up every time you come over.”
Jungkook takes a deep breath, uncertain. He’s heard all the stories about your little demon—how he bites everyone except you. Swallowing hard, he nods. The things he does for you. You shake your head, amused, and slowly open the door. Jungkook arches a brow as the ugliest cat he’s ever seen steps out, sniffing the air before rubbing its body against your leg.
“See?” You smile, kneeling to pet Trash.
“That’s the ugliest cat I’ve ever seen,” Jungkook mutters, frozen, too scared to move.
“Oh, shut up.” You roll your eyes.
Trash turns his attention to Jungkook, carefully approaching. Jungkook knows that walk—he’s watched enough videos of cats hunting. But Trash surprises him by rubbing his head against Jungkook’s leg, and for a moment, he forgets to breathe.
“Told you,” you say, sitting on the floor, watching Trash being affectionate with him.
“Yeah...” Jungkook breathes, grimacing. “He’s still ugly as hell, though.”
“Can you stop insulting my cat?” You laugh, and Jungkook chuckles, finally leaning down to scratch Trash’s chin.
But as soon as he gets down to Trash’s level, the cat jumps on Jungkook’s arm and bites him, making Jungkook yelp and jerk back. Trash, ever determined, prepares to launch another attack.
“Shit,” you gasp, catching your cat mid-leap before he can land another bite. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.”
Jungkook is now sitting on the floor, his arm raised in defense, as Trash hisses and growls in your arms. His tail flicks furiously.
“You okay?” you ask, worried, holding Trash tightly in your arms.
“I knew he was vicious,” Jungkook groans, getting up and staring at the bleeding marks on his arm. “Asshole,” he spits, making you smile.
Trash tries to swipe at him again, but you hold him back, grimacing before kissing the top of the cat’s head and returning him to the guest room. You turn to Jungkook, who’s standing behind you, rubbing his scratched arm.
“I’m really sorry,” you sigh, reaching for his arm to check the scratches and bite marks. “Let me clean this up for you.” Your hand finds his cheek, your thumb brushing his cheekbone.
Jungkook leans against the sink as you rummage for the first aid kit. His eyes trail over your face, and he can’t help but think you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.
“Here,” you mumble, opening the kit and pulling out an antiseptic wipe. You take his arm in your hands, grimacing as you see the damage. “Shit, he really got you.”
“If I knew the nurse was this hot, I would’ve let him bite me sooner,” Jungkook smirks, and you scrunch your nose, unimpressed.
“So lame.” You roll your eyes, making him giggle.
Jungkook absently scans your bedroom as you put the first aid kit away. His eyes land on a familiar shoebox under your bed, and his brow arches. It’s the box you both painted together almost a decade ago.
“You still have that?” he asks, kneeling to pull the box out.
You mumble something incoherent, which makes him laugh as he sits down on the floor with the box.
“I didn’t have the heart to throw it out,” you admit, sitting beside him.
Jungkook smiles as he opens it, revealing all the little gifts he gave you over the years. He picks up an old lollipop wrapper and raises his brows at you.
“It’s a souvenir from our first date,” you mumble, taking the wrapper from him and setting it aside.
“You’re like a magpie, keeping everything,” Jungkook chuckles, picking up an empty perfume bottle—the one he wore in high school. He sniffs it and shakes his head. “I can’t believe you kept this.”
“They don’t make it anymore,” you shrug, resting your chin on his shoulder. “I liked how you smelled when you wore it.”
“I know. You always stole it from my bag.” He grins, giving your thigh an affectionate squeeze before setting the bottle aside to pick up a bundle of old love letters.
Jungkook glances at his old handwriting and grimaces.
“Thank god I didn’t go into poetry.”
“It was romantic. Every other guy our age was texting girls for nudes, but you compared me to the light that guided your steps.” You laugh softly, picking up one of the letters.
Jungkook cringes at his teenage words, though deep down, he still believes every one of them.
“Every girl wanted my boyfriend back then, and no one understood why you were with me,” you say, tracing his handwriting with your fingers.
“Boobs,” he jokes, earning a playful punch to his arm.
He yelps dramatically, laughing before pulling you into his arms. He leans his chin on your shoulder, nuzzling your neck.
“I didn’t even have any boobs back then,” you mumble, leaving the letters scattered on the floor.
“They were more like tiny lemons,” he teases, earning an elbow to the stomach.
His eyes light up when you pull out a bundle of polaroid pictures, tied with a hair tie. He remembers how happy you were when he bought you that camera. You used to take so many pictures—of friends, of each other.
“Our first camping trip,” he smiles, holding up a group picture.
Everyone is gathered around the fire, and he has his arms wrapped around you, the two of you sharing a blanket. Jimin was dating a city girl back then, she complained the whole week.
“Yoongi and his whiskey,” you laugh, staring at a picture of your friend proudly showing off his bottle.
“The longest love story,” Jungkook chuckles, pointing at Yoongi in the photo. “What were we, nineteen?”
“Yeah, it was a few months after we met him. Hyesun was obsessed with him.”
“Oh god, yeah.” Jungkook laughs, shaking his head. “She tried so hard to get his attention.”
“And he just bluntly told her—”
“You’re not my type and never will be. Save your energy for someone else,” you both say in unison, laughing.
“She threw her beer at him,” you recall, wincing at the memory.
“He could’ve let her down a bit gentler,” Jungkook says with a shrug, and you nod in agreement.
Jungkook glances back at the picture before giggling again.
“That was taken a few minutes before you earned that nickname.” He smiles, his finger tracing the corner of the picture.
You groan, throwing your head back on his shoulder. You hated that nickname. The boys used to call you Nabi to tease you, and it took you years to embrace it.
“That fucking moth,” you grumble, making Jungkook laugh.
“What were the chances it would fly right into your mouth?” Jungkook bursts into laughter, falling back onto the floor as you whine and try to push him away.
“It did it on purpose. Seriously, why did it have to kill itself while I was laughing?” You groan but can’t hide a small smile—Jungkook’s laughter is contagious. “A suicidal moth,” you sigh, looking down at him, still laughing. “Stop,” you add, shaking your head with a smile.
You climb on top of him, trying to cover his mouth, but Jungkook effortlessly flips you over, switching your positions as he props himself up on his elbow.
His giggles fade as he looks down at you. Gently, he brushes a strand of hair from your forehead and leans in to kiss the tip of your nose.
“Nabi is still better than Nabang,” he whispers, his doe eyes tracing every inch of your face with admiration.
Your gaze softens as your fingers find his wrist, feeling the warmth of his hand against your cheek.
"Hm… I guess. But the boys call me Nabi to tease me, not because I remind them of a butterfly, but because I swallowed a moth," you reply, feeling Jungkook’s hand trailing down to your waist, his thumb gently caressing the inked moth hidden under your shirt.
"I think Nabi is a cute nickname," he says genuinely, leaning down to brush his lips against yours. "Better than Kookoonut."
His words make you chuckle softly, and it stretches his lips into a smile.
"You have to admit, it’s original," you say, arching a brow, and he hums in agreement before closing the distance between your mouths.
"I’m never letting my mom cut my hair again," Jungkook groans, brushing his hair away from his forehead.
You smile, gently pushing it back in place, staring at him affectionately. Jungkook knows that after a few days, you got used to it, even though you kept teasing him. A part of you finds it comforting to see the Jungkook you fell in love with eleven years ago.
"I think it actually has its charm now," you admit, tracing his jaw with your hand. "But yes, please, go to an actual hairdresser from now on."
huh?:( so you’re not going to release it on tumblr… a bit confused & heartbroken now 😭
kofi had the chapters as soon as I finished it. and I post the previous chapter here. (when I’ll be done with the 10, I’ll post the 09 on tumblr and the 10 on kofi, like I did for the previous chapters)
but you’ll never have nothing at the same time :). kofi supporters have 09, but I’ll post the bonus part of chapter08 here in a few minutes! It’s just an early access.
if I post something on kofi, tumblr readers will always have something the same day or the next day.
so don’t worry, chapter 09 will be posted here too! And this time sooner than last time🤣, since I’m finally free to write the 10.
almost done with chapter 09 (in maybe like ~2k words + correction). it’s coming on kofi in a few days. I apologize again for the wait, please don’t kill me
Hey, I was hoping you could recommend some fics to me. I love the way you write and I really loved the way you wrote jk and oc’s first time in DOU (when they were teenagers) it’s just sweet and awkward and I love that it was sort of realistic for a first time. I just love the gawky teenage vibe to it (I’m also a teenager not a predator lmao) and was wondering if you knew of any fics or hcs with the same vibe, for any of the members, as a matter of fact. Have a great day!
Hey! Thank you so much for your sweet message 🥹
Yeah I didn’t want to make their first time perfect when 99% of the time it’s not, especially if they’re both virgin and that young. And it’s probably my favorite drabble too 🤣
And nothing bad to like the teenagers!trope, i think we’re a lot to love them too, it’s just way more sentimental than the adults one.
I wrote DOU only based on Jungkook’s teen pics (because he’s everyone biggest crush at that time with that round baby face) and his 2023 lives era. (That’s why he had long hair at the start of the story and cut it through the whole thing🤣).
and I only know one story about that same timeline type, it’s with Yoongi. Here’s the link. You also go through his teenage era to adult Yoongi. It’s a really good one, not gonna lie I cried for few scenes.
Hope it helps! (And I’m sorry to only reply now😭).
baby, take care of yourself and finish your studies!! we are patiently waiting for you and dou!!
and honestly, at this point, I'm just waiting for the girls to dump gguk and get together 🥴
(even though I hope nabi realizes gguk is bad, but not THAT bad, he's just blindly in love
thank you 😭🫶
honestly I think whatever the story will end, you’ll like it! keep in mind that it’s realistic so in either way, don’t blame the three of them, it’s just life *hehehehe*
I’m currently finishing all the administrative stuffs for my college application since it opened a few weeks ago. (+ scholarship, student housing and plane ticket)
yes i decided to go back to school at 25 to pursue my studies!! (yay)
as soon as I’m done with all of this, I’ll be more active like I used to. I wrote a lot of ideas for one shots/long stories in my notes and I just want to start writing it. + finishing DOU it’s so frustrating to not have time to write
but thank you all for still being there and I’m sorry you have to wait 😭 I’ll be back before you know it!!
