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Regular Maintenance | J. JK

you and your boyfriend haven't been very intimate lately due to his busy schedule. on your day off, you decide to pay him a surprise visit at his workshop — where he shows you the vintage car he's working on. your neediness leads you to getting fucked on and against the rare piece.

genre – blue-collar bf au, smut, fluff.

pairing – mechanic bf jk x gf fem reader.

warnings – explicit language, oral (fem receiving), handjob, they crack in his workshop, he gets grease on her tits and ass, big dick jk, she rides him (he assists) on a car, praising, pussy-whipped jk, cock-drunk y/n, jk comforts her, he fucks her against his car, he sniffs her panties, tit sucking, mentions of shower sex etc...

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trytoloveme

𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼 𝕀𝕊 𝕌ℕ𝕂𝕀ℕ𝔻 PROLOGUE

SYNOPSIS: Play my memory.You’ve loved him for as long as you can remember. Long enough to mistake hope for patience. Long enough to outgrow the little girl he never stopped seeing. He never broke your heart. He just never noticed he was holding it. So you decide it’s time to let go. And who better to help you move on than Jungkook himself? After all, if anyone knows you… it should be him. Love is unkind.Especially when the person you’re trying to forget is the one teaching you how to love someone else.

Pairing: Older best friend brother! Jungkook x inexperienced! fem reader

Genre: Angst, Brother’s best friend, Unrequited love, Mutual pining, Slow burn, Friends to lovers, Jealousy, Romance, SMUT , Sexual Tension, age gape ( a tiny age gape yn is 22 and jk 25), College AU

Warnings: Angst, Sexual comments / harassment (the boy’s comment at school), Overprotective behavior, Mention of bullying / inappropriate comments, Body insecurity ( breast insecurity), Period-related embarrassment (first menstruation), Unrequited love, Childhood crush / childhood friends to lovers, Minor violence (a slap), Emotional pain / heartbreak

Words count: ~2.5k

You knew what love was.

You loved your parents. You loved your brother. You loved the worn-out plush toy you still kept hidden in your closet. At least,you thought you did.

Then he appeared in your life quietly, without permission and without asking. He didn’t try to change anything. He simply existed in your life, and somehow that was enough to shift the meaning of the word forever.

You loved him for as long as you can remember.

You were eight the first time you met him. He was ten.

It was late afternoon. The summer heat clung to your skin and your clothes. Your helmet was a little too tight, digging into your temples as you rode your bike down the street. It was an embarrassingly pink and deep purple bike, the kind of girly thing most kids would have mocked, but you were proud of it. You had customized it yourself with glitter stickers, carefully placing each one until it looked like something out of that cartoon where the little girl played doctor with her toys.

The front wheel hit something in the grass. You went down hard, your knee stinging as tears welled up before you could stop them. You only realized he was there when he was already crouched in front of you. He must have been inside playing on the console with Taehyung. He didn’t say much. He just pulled a band-aid from the pocket of his pants, the kind he always seemed to have because of how roughly he and your brother played, and carefully pressed it over the scrape.

“Your bike’s actually really cool,” he just said .

His words took you by surprise. The tears slowed, and you stared at him for a second before managing a small smile. He smiled back just as Taehyung’s voice shouted from the house.

“JK! Street Fighter’s starting again! Hurry up!”

Jungkook gave you one last look, then stood and ran back inside.

You stayed there on the warm grass, knee still stinging, heart doing something it had never done before.

Looking back, you don’t think that was the moment you fell in love with him. You think it was simply the first time your heart learned his name. You didn’t know it then, but some people entered your life quietly and stayed there forever.

By the time you were thirteen, Jungkook had already become someone you looked for without realizing it.

History had dragged on forever. Your head already ached by the time the cramps settled deep in your stomach. By the time the bell rang, it was persistent and sharp. You stood up with everyone else, one hand clutching your bag, the other pressed against your stomach as you left the classroom. There were whispers behind you, soft and disgusted giggles.

You glanced over your shoulder once. Then twice. Nothing seemed out of place. You turned a few times, confused, not understanding why people were laughing. You were wearing your favorite white summer dress that day. You were in the school hallway. Suddenly, you felt someone behind you. A hand gently but firmly guided you to the side, guiding you toward the girls’ bathroom before you could protest. You turned around, ready to ask what was happening, and found Jungkook standing there. Heat rushed to your face so fast it almost hurt.

“You..you’re in the girls’ bathroom,” you said, voice smaller than you wanted.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he quietly pulled off his hoodie and tied it around your waist without a word. Only then did he speak.

“You’ve got blood on your dress. I already asked Taehyung to get the school nurse. ”

You frowned, the realization hitting you all at once. You thanked him quietly, cheeks still burning. He didn’t look embarrassed at all.

“Aren’t you… weirded out?” you asked.

He shook his head. “No. It’s natural. It’s normal.”

You hesitated. “Then why are you doing this?”

His eyebrows pulled together slightly, like the question itself confused him.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

A beat passed.

“You’re like my little sister.”

It hurt in a place the cramps couldn’t reach. Like his little sister. The rest of the day passed in a blur. You went home with Taehyung, who was already talking about the video games he wanted to play. You went straight to your room, closed the door, and sat there with the physical pain and the new, quieter ache in your heart.

Looking back, you don’t think those words hurt because they were cruel. They hurt because he meant every single one of them.

You were fifteen, still trying to figure out your own body, and he was already seventeen.

It was summer break, and you had bought several new bikinis, hoping to look cool like the girls in your class. That morning you put on a yellow triangle bikini with white polka dots. Your body had changed… at least a little. You stood in front of the mirror for a long time, not quite sure of yourself. It didn’t look the way it did in movies, or the way it looked on the other girls. You thought you looked like a toddler, that was a little bit embarrassing.

You adjusted the straps as best as you could, grabbed your towel and sunscreen, and went downstairs. Taehyung and Jungkook were already in the open kitchen. They had changed too. They was taller and broader.

Both of them shirtless in swim shorts. You noticed the veins along Jungkook’s arms, the way his chest looked in the afternoon light, and quickly looked away before you could stare too long.

Taehyung laughed and turned around, holding two tiny tangerines against his chest.

“Hey, look Jungkook!”

Your face burned. You frowned hard, fighting the sudden sting behind your eyes.

“At least I actually have something to show,” you said, trying to sound steady. You rolled your eyes and forced a grimace. Taehyung immediately started complaining. Jungkook stayed silent, looking faintly surprised. He stayed silent.

You turned around and went back upstairs, furious and ashamed. When you came down again, you were wearing a top over the bikini.

Later the three of you ended up in the pool. For a while it was easy. You were laughing, splashing…Almost normal.

Then his girlfriend arrived. She was his first. She was your age. Beautiful, of course. Kind. She looked like a woman in her red bikini. She smiled at him before he even reached her. He smiled back. Effortlessly. You had never seen that smile before. Your chest tightened the moment you saw them hug, the way they kissed like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You stood up too quickly.

“I’m out of breath,” you muttered, and left the pool without waiting for an answer.

You locked yourself in your room and cried for the rest of the afternoon, listening to their voices and laughter continuing outside until the sun went down.

Looking back, you wasn’t crying because of Tae’s joke.. You cried because, for the first time, you saw the kind of girl Jungkook loved.

A year later, the hurt you had carried quietly finally turned into anger. You were walking home with Taehyung and Jungkook after school when a boy from your year called out behind you. “Damn, you’ve got a nice ass!”

Taehyung turned around immediately, glaring at him. “Ignore him. He’s an idiot.” He kept walking. Jungkook didn’t say a word.

You didn’t notice the way his jaw tightened, or how his fists curled at his sides. All you remembered was his silence. For a second, you waited. You thought he might say something. Anything. He never did.

By the time you reached home, you’d already convinced yourself you had imagined the disappointment. After all, he had no reason to care.

A year passed.By then, you had still never had a boyfriend. You watched the girls around you pair off, whispering about first kisses and everything that came after, while you remained on the sidelines. One boy in your year started paying attention to you. He laughed at your jokes, found excuses to walk with you after class. You were almost certain he was going to ask you out. Instead, he disappeared…No messages. No explanation. Just silence. You didn’t know whether to confront him or pretend you didn’t care. You never got the chance to decide.

A few days later, another boy who used to greet you in the hallways suddenly stopped looking your way. Then, by accident, you overheard two boys talking near the lockers.

Jungkook had told them to stay away from you.

The anger hit so hard your hands began to shake. You went straight to his house this night. The moment he opened the door, you didn’t give him a chance to speak.

“You have no right,” you snapped, you pointed your index right at him.“You’re not my father. Would you have done the same thing if I liked girls?”

He looked at you for a long second.

“Oh please.I’ve been a sixteen-year-old boy.”

His voice was calm. “I know how they think.”

“They weren’t trying to be your friend.”

“You don’t know that!” you shot back.

“I do.”

“No, you don’t!”

His jaw tightened, but he never raised his voice. He never raised his voice at you. “I’m trying to protect you.”

“I never asked you to!”Something inside you finally gave way. Before you even realized what you were doing, your hand struck his cheek. The sound echoed between the walls. Neither of you moved.

Jungkook slowly turned his face back toward you. He didn’t look angry, surprised. He just looked… hurt. You hated that expression. Because it almost made you apologize. Instead, you turned around and walked away, tears already blurring your vision before you reached the bottom of the stairs.

Looking back, you think he was just an eighteen-year-old boy trying to protect the little sister he had always seen you as.. The cruel part wasn’t that he wanted to protect you. It was that he never realized you needed protecting from loving him.

You never talked about that day again. Not because either of you had forgotten. You simply grew older. High school came to an end. Tae and Jungkook started university. A year later, you followed. Just like always, they stayed side by side. Same classes with same friends, they were always together. The years passed faster than you expected. Then,Taehyung and Jungkook started their master’s degrees. You made it to your third year.

Somewhere things changed. You weren’t just the little sister following behind Taehyung and Jungkook anymore. You made friends of your own. You built your own routines. You found your own place at university…But some things stayed the same. The three of you still shared a circle of friends. Not in the same way as before, when you were the kid tagging along after two older boys. You had your own friendships now.

You used to think that, once you grew up, things would change. That distance would make it easier. But Jungkook never really disappeared from your life. He was still there at family dinners, birthday dinners.. Still there during group outings. Still there in the conversations that started in Taehyung’s group chat and somehow ended with everyone showing up. Still the person your eyes searched for without permission. Still the person who could make your heart hurt without even trying. Jungkook …still Jungkook.

By twenty-two, you’d accepted two things. You loved Jungkook. And Jungkook would never love you back.

After fourteen years, your love no longer felt like hope. It felt like habit. And habits were the hardest things to break. So, for the first time in your life…

You decided it was time to let him go.

outrokoo

𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙪𝙨 | 𝙟𝙟𝙠 • 11

˙⋆✮ They say having feelings for your brother's best friend is never a good idea...

But loving Jungkook feels like the easiest thing in the world.

He's been by your side for as long as you can remember, so it's only natural for you to feel devastated when your brother, Dohyun, tells you that Jungkook is about to get married.

For the first time ever, loving him doesn't feel easy at all.

paining: brother's best friend!jungkook × f!reader

genre: unrequited love(?), brother's best friend trope, angst, fluff, smut, slow burn

WC: 6k

cw: age gap (jk is 32, reader is 22 ops), tension, reader is WHIPPED, pining, initial unrequited love (my fav), eventual smut (adding new warnings when needed!!)

>>english is not my first language

chapter 10 | masterlist

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Jungkook likes to think of himself as a patient man. Ever since he was a child, patience had always come naturally to him. He had been quiet, respectful, the kind of kid who never caused trouble and always knew when to keep his head down, which was exactly why his mother loved bragging about him to anyone willing to listen. She would smile so proudly every time she called him her ‘golden boy’, and although he used to roll his eyes whenever she did, deep down he had always cherished the warmth behind those words.

Looking back now, Jungkook can’t help but laugh at the sudden memory of Dohyun being the complete opposite. Even after all these years, he still finds himself wondering how two people so fundamentally different could have formed a bond that refused to break no matter what life threw at them. While Dohyun spent his teenage years surrounded by people, chasing every opportunity to go out, party, and make memories that usually involved loud music and even louder laughter, Jungkook gravitated toward the sidelines. He was never antisocial- quite the opposite, actually. He enjoyed conversations, always had something to say whenever someone spoke to him, and never struggled to make people comfortable around him. He simply preferred observing rather than being the center of attention, finding comfort in watching everyone else enjoy themselves while quietly existing somewhere in the background.

Patience had become more than just a personality trait over the years. It had turned into the thing that kept him standing whenever life seemed determined to test him.

It was patience that allowed him to survive the countless nights spent listening to his parents scream at each other from opposite ends of the house, neither of them caring enough to lower their voices despite knowing their son was only a few rooms away. Jungkook remembers lying awake in bed, staring at the ceiling as if counting every crack in the plaster could somehow drown out the sound of plates slamming against kitchen counters and voices growing harsher with every passing minute. He never interrupted them. Never cried loud enough for them to hear. Instead, he simply waited for the storm to pass, convincing himself that if he stayed quiet long enough, everything would eventually go back to normal.

Most of the time, though, normal never came.

Whenever it became too much, Jungkook found himself making the familiar walk to Dohyun’s house without even thinking about it. He was welcomed so often that he had eventually stopped knocking, already knowing the front door would be unlocked and that someone inside would greet him with the same warmth every single time.

And then there was Y/n.

She was still just a little girl back then, always running around the house with endless energy, completely unaware of the weight the older boy carried on his shoulders whenever he stepped inside. Somehow, though, her presence alone was enough to quiet the noise in his head. Watching her laugh over the smallest things, hearing her excited stories that jumped from one topic to another without making much sense, or simply seeing her happily exist in her own little world managed to pull him away from the thoughts that constantly threatened to consume him. She became an unintentional escape, a reminder that life could still be light even when everything around him felt unbearably heavy. Thinking about it now, Jungkook realizes she helped him survive far more than she could have ever known, even helping him make peace with the reality of his parents’ divorce when it finally became inevitable.

Patience was a gift.

It was the same gift that, years later, allowed him to win Sophie’s heart. His beloved Sophie.

The way Jungkook viewed love by then was nothing like the fairytale he had imagined as a child. Ten-year-old Jungkook had genuinely believed he would grow up to become someone’s prince charming, destined to spend the rest of his life beside one person and one person only. Back then, love had seemed pure. Permanent.

His parents’ divorce shattered that illusion piece by piece. After watching two people who had once promised each other forever slowly become strangers sharing the same house, Jungkook could no longer bring himself to believe that true love was something everyone was lucky enough to find. He wanted to believe in it- God, he really did- but doubt had quietly settled somewhere deep inside him, refusing to leave no matter how much time passed. Maybe soulmates only existed in books. Maybe forever was just another promise people made until life gave them a reason to break it. Then he met Sophie. And for the first time in years, Jungkook found himself believing again.

The moment she walked into his life, all those doubts that had followed him for so long suddenly felt quieter, almost insignificant compared to the warmth growing inside his chest. She made everything seem effortless, as though loving someone wasn’t supposed to feel frightening after all. For the first time since he was a little boy, Jungkook truly believed he had finally found his princess. Love at first sight isn’t something everyone believes in. It certainly wasn’t something Jungkook believed in either.

At least, not until the morning a girl sat down beside him at the bus stop, completely unaware that she was about to alter the course of someone else’s life. She had a pair of headphones resting over her ears, gently nodding her head along to whatever song was playing, one foot tapping absentmindedly against the pavement while the early morning breeze brushed strands of hair away from her face. She looked so comfortable that Jungkook remembers catching himself staring for a second longer than he should have before quickly looking away, embarrassed by his own curiosity.

He saw her again the next day, and then the day after that. Before he even realized it, those brief encounters had quietly become part of his routine, something he found himself looking forward to every morning without ever admitting it out loud. Days passed before he finally gathered enough courage to speak to her, rehearsing countless introductions in his head only to forget every single one the moment she looked at him.

She smiled at him anyway. Jungkook remembers thinking that maybe, just maybe, destiny had finally decided to be kind to him.

That hopeful feeling didn’t last very long.

His heart sank the moment he found out she already had a boyfriend. He remembers forcing himself to smile through the disappointment, pretending the news hadn’t affected him nearly as much as it actually had. It wasn’t her fault, after all. She had done nothing wrong by falling in love before he ever had the chance to meet her.

As said before, Jungkook has always been a patient man, so instead of walking away entirely and pretending they had never met, he accepted what she was willing to give him. Her friendship wasn’t exactly what he wanted, but it was infinitely better than never hearing her laugh again, never exchanging another conversation with her, or never having her somewhere in his life. Looking back now, he realizes he would’ve settled for almost anything as long as it meant she stayed.

The day Sophie broke down in his arms, sobbing so hard she could barely breathe as she told him that her relationship with Yoongi had finally come to an end, Jungkook’s heart ached for her. Seeing her in so much pain hurt him more than he could ever put into words, and he remembers holding her tightly while gently rubbing circles against her back, whispering quiet reassurances he wasn’t even sure he believed himself.

Hidden beneath all that guilt and sympathy, however, was another emotion, one so small and shamefully quiet that Jungkook almost hated himself for recognizing it in the first place: relief.

He buried it the second it surfaced, refusing to let it show on his face because Sophie deserved someone who cared about her heartbreak without secretly benefiting from it, and Jungkook tried with everything he had to be exactly that person.

Two months later, they became a couple.

Jungkook realizes that patience has shaped almost every meaningful chapter of his life. Waiting had given him friendships that lasted years, had helped him survive heartbreak before it had even begun, and had eventually led him to forgive the woman he genuinely believed he would spend the rest of his life with for cheating. Patience had never failed him.

Until now.

Because remaining calm feels nearly impossible.

The silence filling the room is almost deafening, stretching between the two of you until it becomes unbearable. Your gaze drifts everywhere except toward him, lingering on the floor, the walls, and the edge of the bed as though looking at him would somehow make this conversation more bearable.

“Are you in love with me, Y/n?”

The question lingers in the air long after the words leave his mouth, echoing inside Jungkook’s mind as though even his own thoughts can’t quite believe he actually asked it.

He doesn’t move, simply watching you while waiting and hoping you’ll finally say something before the silence swallows him whole.

When no answer comes, his hand instinctively disappears into his hair, fingers pushing it back before tangling through the dark strands. It’s an old nervous habit, one he has never managed to outgrow, and the agitation tightening every muscle in his body makes it impossible for the patience he has relied on his entire life to calm him now.

“Y/n.” he says again, his voice noticeably softer despite the tension threatening to betray him. “You need to talk to me.”

Only then do you finally gather enough courage to lift your head. Your eyes meet his.

The moment they do, Jungkook isn’t sitting in this room anymore. He’s remembering.

He can’t help noticing that, despite all the years that have passed, your eyes haven’t changed at all. They’re still just as big and just as bright as they were when you were a little girl, untouched by time in a way that almost feels unfair.

They’re the same eyes that watched him cry over his parents’ divorce when he was too young to understand why his family had fallen apart. The same eyes that looked at him with quiet concern after he showed up at your house completely shattered, struggling to process the betrayal that had turned his entire world upside down. They’re also the same eyes that quietly lost a fraction of their light the day Dohyun proudly announced Jungkook and Sophie’s engagement, though at the time he had been far too distracted to notice what now seems painfully obvious.

How could he have missed it?

Every memory suddenly feels different- every moment he had dismissed without a second thought rearranging itself inside his mind until an entirely different picture begins to emerge. The signs had always been there, scattered through years of memories that now seem so painfully obvious he can’t understand how he managed to overlook every single one of them.

Jungkook thinks he’s an idiot.

He doesn’t know whether to feel guilty, ashamed, or completely devastated by the realization that you had been quietly loving him all this time while he remained hopelessly oblivious.

For the first time in years, Jungkook has absolutely no idea what he’s supposed to do.

“Sweetheart, please… I need to hear it from you.”

He watches as tears finally spill from your eyes, tracing a slow path down your cheek, and every instinct in his body urges him to close the distance between you and wipe it away with the pad of his thumb, just like he has done so many times before whenever you found yourself crying in front of him. The urge is almost impossible to ignore, but he forces himself to stay exactly where he is, afraid that even the smallest gesture might make you pull away from him, and he isn’t willing to risk losing the little closeness you still allow him to have.

“Why are you doing this to me?” you whisper, your voice barely louder than your own breathing, and for a second Jungkook genuinely wonders if he only imagined hearing the words, until he catches the way your lower lip trembles and realizes that the pain in your eyes is very, very real. He can’t understand why you sound as though he’s the one hurting you when all he’s been trying to do since he walked into your room is understand what’s been going on inside your head.

Without saying anything, he shifts a little closer, leaning forward just enough to shorten the distance between you as he tilts his head in a silent attempt to meet your eyes, refusing to rush you even now because he reminds himself that patience has always come easily to him, especially when it comes to you. If anyone deserves every bit of understanding he has to offer, it’s you.

“I’m not… no… Why would you think that?”

One of his eyebrows arches almost instantly, and although this is probably the worst possible moment for it, he has to suppress the disbelieving smile threatening to appear on his face because your acting is awful. You have never been able to lie to him, not successfully at least, and the way you avoid his gaze after denying it only confirms what has been circling his mind ever since that afternoon.

The memory of the pool comes rushing back with frustrating ease. He remembers how close you had been, close enough for your warmth to linger against him even after everything was over, and he remembers standing completely still because the entire moment had caught him so off guard that his mind simply stopped working. Looking back now, that isn’t the part he keeps replaying the most. What stays with him is the way you looked at him, the uneven rhythm of your breathing and the feeling of your fingers tightening ever so slightly around the back of his neck.

Jungkook has always paid attention to people, and you’ve never been an exception. Over the years he has learned to read your expressions long before you put them into words, so he knew that what he had seen that day couldn’t possibly be the quiet affection you had always shown him growing up. Your usual shyness had disappeared completely, replaced by something that carried a weight he had never seen in your eyes before, something far deeper than simple fondness, something that lingered between the two of you long after you had stepped away from each other.

He understood it in that exact moment.

You were in love with him.

“Just be honest with me, Y/n.” he says quietly, his eyes never leaving yours. “You owe me an explanation.”

Jungkook knows he fucked up the second he watches the sadness lingering in your eyes harden into something much sharper. Your lips press into a stubborn little pout, your arms fold tightly across your chest as though you’re trying to keep him out, and the look you give him is enough to make him realize he has pushed far harder than he should have.

“What?” you snap, your voice rising for the first time since he walked into your room. “I don’t owe you shit! You can’t just come into my room at three in the morning and expect me to answer to whatever question you throw at me.”

The sudden change in your tone catches him completely off guard. In all the years he’s known you, you’ve never spoken to him like this, and despite the knot tightening in his stomach, a traitorous part of him can’t stop noticing how ridiculously adorable you still look with your cheeks puffed out in frustration, your brows furrowed so deeply that he almost wants to laugh.

“And explain what, exactly?” you continue before he can get a single word in. “I don’t owe you any explanation.”

Jungkook exhales through his nose, his jaw tightening as your insistence on pretending you have no idea what he’s talking about slowly chips away at the patience he’s been desperately trying to hold onto ever since this conversation began.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about” he replies, his voice quieter than yours, though no less firm. “Don’t play dumb. You were in that pool too.”

He hates the way those words sound the moment they leave his mouth, but he hates the feeling sitting in his chest even more.

Ever since that afternoon, the possibility that you might actually be in love with him has followed him everywhere, slipping into his thoughts when he least expects it and refusing to leave no matter how hard he tries to convince himself he’s overthinking everything. He can’t put a name to the emotion it stirs inside him, can’t understand why it leaves him feeling so restless whenever it crosses his mind, but he knows one thing with absolute certainty. He doesn’t like it.

“You know what, Jungkook?” You let out a bitter laugh as another tear rolls down your cheek. “Fuck you. Get out of my room.”

He stares at you, genuinely speechless.

Not once, in all the years you’ve spent growing up together, have you ever shouted at him.

Not once have you ever sworn at him or looked at him as though you couldn’t stand the sight of him.

He watches you push yourself off the bed, your cheeks burning with anger as you march toward the bedroom door and yank it open before turning back to face him.

“Leave.”

Jungkook gets to his feet almost immediately, his own frustration finally catching up with him as the patience he has relied on his entire life begins slipping through his fingers one piece at a time.

“Why are you acting like this?” he asks, taking a slow step closer. “You know I have every right to ask.”

Without answering, you point at him before swinging your finger toward the open doorway, repeating the silent order with nothing but the furious look on your face.

For reasons he can’t even begin to explain, the gesture pulls a short, incredulous laugh out of him. “We were inches away from each other, Y/n.”

You shake your head immediately, refusing to let him finish, but Jungkook barely registers it anymore. He’s spent hours replaying that afternoon over and over in his head, questioning every detail until there was nothing left to question.

“You were about to kiss me.”

Your composure falls apart in front of him, tears spilling freely down your face as your breathing turns uneven, and guilt twists painfully in his chest because seeing you cry has always been enough to make him back down. Every argument you’ve ever had ended the moment you looked even remotely upset, yet tonight he can’t bring himself to take back a single word.

“Jungkook, get. out.”

He steps closer to you, already feeling the weight in his own legs as though every step is becoming harder than the last. His hand reaches for the door that’s still standing open behind you, and with a small push he closes it, the quiet click echoing through the room before he turns to face you completely.

You’re still avoiding his eyes.

Your arms remain wrapped around yourself, your shoulders trembling ever so slightly as you struggle to steady your breathing, and the knot that’s been tightening in his chest ever since he got here only pulls tighter.

“Why are you acting like this?” he asks, his voice strained despite his effort to keep it under control. “I know you’ve been avoiding me and I hate that. Why is it so hard for you to just talk to me?”

He waits for some kind of reaction, any reaction at all, but you remain silent, your gaze fixed somewhere below him while another tear slips down your cheek.

“Y/n, please, for the love of God, just answer the goddamn question truthfully.” His voice cracks with frustration, though there’s something else beneath it now- desperation. “Are you in love with me or not? Stop acting like a 5 year old and just-“

“FOR FUCK’S SAKE, JUNGKOOK…” you cry, your voice breaking so violently that it cuts straight through him. “YES. I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU.”

The words hit him so hard that, for a moment, everything inside him seems to stop.

More tears spill down your cheeks as your chest rises with another broken breath, and Jungkook can’t bear to see you like that. The sight alone is enough to make something inside him crack, a sharp pain spreading through his chest before he instinctively presses a hand against it, almost as though he can physically hold himself together.

He can’t believe the words that have just left your mouth.

He’s been almost certain you have feelings for him, piecing everything together little by little until there was no explanation that made more sense, but no amount of suspicion could have prepared him for the sound of your voice finally admitting it out loud. Somehow, hearing those words from you feels infinitely more real than every conclusion he’d reached on his own, and all at once he understands just how much they’ve been hurting you.

His lips part, but nothing comes out.

Every question that had been spinning through his mind only seconds ago suddenly feels meaningless compared to the tears still running down your face. He doesn’t know what he’s supposed to say anymore, doesn’t know how to respond to a confession that clearly costs you everything.

“Sweetheart…” he whispers, his voice barely above a breath as his eyes never leave yours, the nickname slipping from his lips with an instinctive tenderness that almost hurts as much as the confession itself.

A wave of sadness washes over Jungkook so quickly that, for a moment, it feels as though it’s pulling him under. His chest tightens around a feeling he can’t even begin to put into words, and despite everything you’ve already confessed, one question forces its way into his mind, impossible to ignore. He isn’t sure he’s ready for the answer, yet the uncertainty is already eating him alive.

“Since when?” he asks, his voice almost giving out as the words leave his mouth.

He watches as you instinctively take a step back.

You slowly retreat until the backs of your legs meet the edge of the bed, your eyes darting anywhere but towards him, like a deer caught in the headlights with nowhere left to run.

“It doesn’t matter.” you murmur, your voice colder than he’s ever heard it. “We’ve talked enough. I’m tired… you should go.”

The fact that you’ve avoided his question does nothing to reassure him. If anything, it only confirms that the answer is far worse than he’s prepared to hear.

“Sweetheart…” he says, taking an unconscious step toward you. “I need to know.”

You don’t answer. “How long have you loved me?”

The distance growing between the two of you feels unbearable. Seeing you back away from him goes against everything he’s grown used to over the years, and before he can even think twice about it, he closes the space between you in three long strides.

He stops right in front of you, desperately searching your eyes for the slightest hint of softness, some sign that you’re still the person he’s always believed he knew so well. Instead, all he finds is something he can’t quite understand, and for the first time, it occurs to him that maybe he has never known you as well as he convinced himself he did.

“I think I’ve always loved you.”

Your voice is barely above a whisper.

“From the moment I met you, I couldn’t picture myself with anyone else.” he watches as you visibly pause to swallow the lump in your throat before forcing yourself to continue. “It became something I couldn’t ignore when I was fifteen.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen in disbelief. He knows you were aware that, back then, he never would have looked your way. You were younger, and the age gap between you was impossible to ignore. Even so, he can’t stop wondering about how your feelings kept growing with every passing year, making them all the more painful to carry now that you’re a woman.

He can’t stop thinking about how oblivious he’s been all this time. Every hug that had always felt comforting to him, every warm smile, every affectionate touch he’d given you without a second thought… while he was simply happy to show you how much you meant to him, you were standing on the other side of those same moments, quietly falling apart each time, loving him in silence while accepting whatever pieces of him he unknowingly placed in your hands.

The guilt slowly becomes louder than any other feeling Jungkook is trying to deal with. It takes over his thoughts until everything else starts to fade, leaving him with only one painful realization: you have been carrying all of this alone for years, and he was there through every moment without ever understanding what was happening right in front of him.

The regret he feels now is almost unbearable, heavier than the hurt his parents caused him when he was younger. He remembers what it felt like to be a kid who couldn’t understand why the people who were supposed to protect him were the same ones who made him feel unseen, how painful it was to keep everything inside because he never knew how to explain what was going on in his head. And now, somehow, he is the person who made someone else feel that way.

“I’m so fucking sorry, sweetheart.”

The apology comes out broken, carrying more emotion than he is able to put into words. Jungkook knows that saying sorry won’t undo the years you spent hiding your feelings or change all the moments where he unknowingly made things harder for you, but right now it is the only thing he can give you.

He tries to hold himself back, to listen to the part of his mind telling him that you need space and that the right thing to do is step away instead of reaching for you. He knows you have just exposed a part of yourself that you have kept hidden for a very long time, and the last thing you should have to do is deal with his emotions when you are the one who has been hurting. But then he looks at you, and all those thoughts disappear.

Before he can convince himself otherwise, he moves toward you and pulls you into his arms, wrapping them tightly around your body as if he could somehow protect you from all the pain you have been carrying. The familiarity of holding you almost makes it worse because this has always been something natural for him, something he did without hesitation, never once stopping to wonder what those moments felt like from your side.

He waits for you to hold him back, but you never do.

The lack of your usual response makes his chest tighten, and instead of letting go, he holds onto you even more, not wanting you to feel pressured into comforting him or forgiving him before you are ready, but unable to stand there while you are falling apart in front of him.

“I’m sorry” he whispers again.

And that is when the tears finally take over.

You start crying uncontrollably, your sobs breaking through the silence of the room as your entire body shakes against his. The sound is so raw and painful that Jungkook feels his own eyes burning, struggling to keep himself together while one of the people he cares about most is breaking apart in his arms.

He has always known that you were important to him. The love he feels for you has never been something temporary or insignificant- it has always been there, warm and familiar, built through years of memories, trust, and a connection he never had to force.

But it has never been the same feeling he has for Sophie.

Sophie is the person he has chosen to spend his life with, the one he sees when he thinks about the future waiting for him. His love for her is overwhelming in a way that has always felt impossible to question, so deep that being away from her for too long leaves him feeling like something essential is missing. Jungkook has never found the perfect way to describe what she means to him, but he thinks of her as the air that keeps him alive, something so necessary that he cannot imagine what it would feel like to exist without it.

With you still in his arms, Jungkook can’t stop himself from thinking about how different everything could have been if his life had taken another direction the day he met Sophie.

If he had chosen the car instead of the bus, if he had been somewhere else at that exact moment, if one decision had changed the chain of events that brought him here, standing in this room with you breaking apart against him, he wonders who he would’ve become and what the two of you could have been.

Maybe he would have realized sooner.

Maybe he would have understood that the way you looked at him was never just affection, that every moment he thought was ordinary had been something you held onto because, to you, it meant so much more.

Maybe he would have had the chance to love you in the way you always deserved.

The thought hurts because there is no way for him to know if that version of his life ever truly existed, yet he can’t stop imagining it. A life where he didn’t miss the signs, where he didn’t unknowingly make you fall deeper while believing he was only giving you the same love he had always given you.

A life where the person in his arms now wasn’t someone he had to let go of, before eventually going to sleep into someone else’s bed.

And as painful as it is to admit, Jungkook knows that if everything had happened differently, the person he would have chosen could have been you.

.✦ ݁˖

The next morning, you have no idea how you’re supposed to act around Jungkook.

Before either of you gets the chance to bring up what happened the night before, everyone somehow ends up back on the beach. From the outside, nothing seems out of the ordinary. The others are laughing as they split into teams for a game of beach volleyball, while you stay where you are, sitting on your towel with your knees drawn up, letting the sun warm your skin instead of joining them. Anyone paying close enough attention would probably notice that something isn’t quite right. While everyone else is busy having fun, you haven’t moved since you got there.

After almost fifteen minutes, Taehyung is the first one to walk over. He slows to a stop in front of you, slightly out of breath after running across the sand “Come on. We need one more player.” he tilts his head with an expression that already tells you he isn’t about to take no for an answer.

“I’m perfectly fine here, honestly.”

The excuse does little to convince him. Before you can think of another one, his hand closes gently around your wrist and he pulls you back onto your feet with surprising ease. As you brush the sand off your legs, he leans in just enough for only you to hear him. “We’ll talk later.”

You don’t trust yourself to answer, settling for a small nod before following him toward the others.

You’ve never been the most athletic person in the world, so once the game begins, you spend most of your time standing in the same spot, hoping the ball keeps finding someone else instead. It doesn’t take long for Dohyun to notice.

“You’re actually terrible at this.”

The smugness in his voice lasts all of a few seconds before a volleyball flies across the court and hits him square in the face. You smile to yourself at the instant karma, and without meaning to, your gaze drifts toward Jungkook.

The moment your eyes meet his, you realise you have no idea how you’re supposed to be feeling. Hiding your emotions had become second nature over the years. Every small gesture had always been measured carefully enough to keep anyone from suspecting what was really going through your mind. Now all of that feels pointless. Knowing that he finally understands what every look meant leaves you feeling exposed in a way you never thought possible, yet underneath the embarrassment sits a quiet sense of relief. Telling him the truth hurt more than you ever expected, but keeping it to yourself had become exhausting long before you found the courage to say it out loud.

You barely have time to look away before a pair of strong arms suddenly lifts you off the ground. The grin spreading across Taehyung’s face is all the warning you get before he takes off toward the water, laughing to himself while you struggle against his grip, hoping you’ll somehow manage to break free despite knowing it’s completely useless.

“Taehyung, I swear I’m gonna punch you.”

Your threat earns little more than an amused laugh as he keeps running, and by the time the water reaches the two of you, you’ve stopped trying to push him away altogether. The sea isn’t deep enough to soak either of you straight away, but it’s cold enough for you to feel it around your legs, making you tighten your arms around his neck without even thinking about it.

“Tae, please… take me back.”

Instead of listening, he walks even farther into the water, and a second later you’re completely soaked.

Water drips from your body as you walk back toward your towel, still throwing him a glare over your shoulder that promises he’ll eventually pay for this, although judging by the way he’s laughing with Jimin, he doesn’t seem the least bit worried.

You crouch down, reaching for your towel, only to realise it’s covered in sand. After staring at it for a moment, you quietly abandon the idea of using it, knowing you’ll only make things worse if you try to dry yourself with it.

Beside you, Jungkook gets to his feet. He walks over without saying a word and stops in front of you, holding out his own towel. The unexpected gesture catches you off guard, and for a second you simply look at him before carefully taking it from his hands.

“Thank you” you murmur, your fingers tightening around the fabric.

As you unfold the towel, your gaze lingers on him a little longer than it probably should, and that’s when you notice the way his jaw has tightened. His eyes aren’t on you anymore, but somewhere behind you instead. You turn your head to see what has caught his attention, only to find Taehyung still standing by the water, joining the others as though nothing has happened. The thought crosses your mind before you can stop it, absurd enough that you almost dismiss it the moment it appears, yet impossible to ignore completely. After handing you his towel, had Jungkook just looked at Taehyung with something dangerously close to jealousy? The idea feels ridiculous, and yet you can’t quite bring yourself to shake it off.

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author’s note:

guys!! i finally finished writing chapter 11 😭 you have no idea how many times i scrapped entire scenes and started all over again. this chapter fought me every step of the way, but i really hope it’ll be worth it and that you’ll enjoy it 💘

i didn’t want to give away too much of what goes on inside jungkook’s head just yet, but i figured it was finally time to let you peek into his mind a little!

let me know what you think!! and don’t worry… this definitely isn’t the last time they’re going to have this conversation :3

alsooo, you asked for it, so here you go!! jealous jk is on his way :P

kisses <3

joonam

(not) his wife - part 1 | jjk

Pairing: non-idol!Jungkook x Reader (f)

Genre: arranged marriage, forced proximity, one-sided love, angst, childhood friends

Summary: Jungkook is your husband who believes he lost his chance with your sister because of you. Now you're married to him, and revenge was the only reason he said yes to this marriage.

Warnings: jungkook is a walking red flag and oc is a dumb girl in love so read at your own risk? again, neither of their brains is fully developed here. toxic relationship, angst.

Word count: 11k

a/n: nine days in the making and here we are.... anon, i hope i did your request justice!! there will be a part two because yall i genuinely don't even know where to begin with this man’s redemption arc.... at this point, i fear the redemption arc alone is going to take over 10k words (lmk if you have any ideas, lend me ur creativity bbgs). all I can say is: please do not date men who do not kiss the ground you walk on!!!

taglist: @jiwikiwi @scriptved

solemnreads

WE’RE BEING FEDDDD

luvvjjk

ᝰ.ᐟ Canvas Hearts -`♡´-

pairing: college student!jungkook x college student!reader

synopsis: Y/N has been avoiding a specific art major like her life depended on it. They’re in the same hall? She’s turning the other way. He bumps into her? She’s making every excuse under the sun to escape the conversation. What Jungkook can’t understand though is why. Why is she running all the time? When Teddy, her best friend, betrays her by giving Y/N’s number, she’s forced to finally acknowledge the one man she shouldn’t.

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

“There it is. You smiled.”

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

genres: fake-dating ish?, angst (sorry 😞), romance, rom-com, dual pov for a bit, MAJOR yearning, coming of age, college!au, slow burn, opposites attract, academic fmc x artistic mmc, fluff, explicit content, flirty, tension, college!jk, slice of life, mature language, hopeless romantic

wc: 2.5k

preview, pt1, pt2 (current)

a-nyx-7

GILDED CAGE | JEON JUNGKOOK

PART 9

You were raised behind locked doors, hidden from a world that was never supposed to know your name. But secrets have a way of finding the wrong people, and when Jeon Jungkook does, your freedom comes with a ring... and a war. Pairing : mafia! JK x f.reader Genre : mafia au, political marriage, secret heir, syndicate, dark romance, secrets, drama, angst, eventual smut, dark themes, drugs, underworld syndicate. Taglist : @nayutalvr @jungkookgoodlookin @zaf3ira @celest-pluto @prxdajeon @firstdivisiongirl @jksusawife @tremendousstarlighttragedy @mar-lo-pap

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆

yk sometimes i forget that we’re all just regular ppl who get horny from time to time

mercurygguk

head over skates · masterlist | jjk (m)

··· SUMMARY;in which jeon jungkook is the captain of the hockey team and one of the biggest fuckboys on campus. you hate his guts and he knows it – that’s why he’s more than determined to make the most of three weeks of project work.

you’re convinced it’s going to be the end of you.

MAIN MASTERLIST · # TAG · MOOD BOARDS

PAIRING; hockey player!jungkook x f. reader

GENRE; fwb au, childhood friends to enemies to lovers au, college au

FIC TYPE; drabble series

RATING; 18+

WARNINGS; swearing, bicker/banter, arguing, s*x jokes, smut/angst and fluff eventually, lots of tension and lots of frustration between these two jsjfksk

NOTE; chapters involving mature content are marked with (m)

a/n; hockey jk is finally here after MONTHS!! i hope you’ll tag along on the ride of this series – enjoyyy !!

red-ink-blog

Mad Dog

Boxer Jungkook x y/n (Part Three)

Read Part one and Two first here Masterlist

The morning after the kiss, the sun didn't bring warmth into the penthouse, it only exposed the sharp, jagged edges of a boundary Jeon Jungkook thought he had erased.

He had expected the kiss to shatter your armor. He expected you to finally surrender to the dark, suffocating orbit he had dragged you into since childhood. He needed you. God he needed you in every darkness of his.

kjhmyg

rough edges

when you uncover your boyfriend's private life, a deep dive into it sucks you in as you try to help navigate his painful past. you find yourself tangled in a web of secrets, missions and misplaced loyalty, and risk everything to save him from himself.

pairing - jungkook x oc genre - college!au / gang!au / fluff / angst / smut / established relationship status - [complete]

warnings - explicit content, drug use, illegal activities, death, killings, drinking, unprotected sex, assault, trafficking, mentions of anxiety and depression

author's note: started this fic back in 2019 and it's finally complete six years later. as my final act of love i figured it needs a long overdue masterlist of its own! so many readers/friends have come and gone since the start, and interest has dwindled over the years, but i am ever so thankful for everyone who's ever shown any support or love for RE! this piece is so special to me and i'm so glad to be able to share it with all of you. words can't even describe how thankful i am for your presence! to old friends and og readers, i love you so so much, thank you for sticking with me throughout this journey! to new readers, welcome to the family! please give the re!couple some love and tell me all about it!

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INDEX

༝ chapter 01 - intro [3.3k]

༝ chapter 02 - rough edges [6.5k]

༝ chapter 03 - baby steps [14k]

༝ chapter 04 - no gift like the present [11k]

༝ chapter 05 - three's a crowd [10k]

༝ chapter 06 - secrets in love [10.7k]

༝ chapter 6½ - welcome to the club [1.5k]

༝ chapter 07 - stacked up [17.4k]

༝ chapter 08 - good whiskey [15k]

༝ chapter 09 - nothing personal [16k]

༝ chapter 10 - the weekend [17k]

༝ chapter 11 - linked up [11k]

༝ chapter 12 - tangled [16k]

༝ chapter 13 - after party [12k]

༝ chapter 14 - pause [13k]

༝ chapter 15 - not so great escape [10k]

༝ chapter 16 - the target [16k]

༝ chapter 17 - double cross [27k]

༝ chapter 18 - pulling the curtains back [16k]

༝ chapter 19 - more than anything [34k]

༝ chapter 20 - epilogue ♡ [45k]

thank you for everything. love you all. with all my heart, rain.

merakoo

──── 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 | 𝗷𝗷𝗸 ⧽ TWENTY-SEVEN

𓄲 Namjoon remains silent beside you for a moment and if it hadn't been for where you were still interlocked, you wouldn't even have known he was there. "That doesn't sound like such a bad thing," he says as his thumb brushes over your knuckles.

전정국 x f!reader ˖ ࣪ ꉂ🗯˙ ‹— cw dilf!jungkook single dad jungkook nanny!reader 1980s au slowburn fluff angst (eventual) explicit content age gap (jungkook is 30, reader is 20) oc!cassian/oc!rayne (jk's children)

⧽ word count ⋮ 9.8k average reading time ⋮ 55 minutes

── [ ✉️ ] This chapter is, woah. There are so many parallels, like I don't think I've ever crammed this many of them into one chapter so I hope you ladies will have a fun time finding them and interpreting them for yourselves, I have so much to say on this chapter specifically. More on Rayne especially toward the end, you'll see why! Oh and — I'm rocking everyone's boat with this one. Feedback in the comments/reblogs and asks are much appreciated <3

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chapter 27 — "Happy New Year"

kookied

AT YOUR SERVICE ── ONE

── After you get kicked out of your apartment and break up with your boyfriend, you end up back home and run into your childhood best friend for the first time in years.

friends to lovers. biker!jk ── 18+. early 2000's au. mutual pining. slow burn. fake dating. profanity. suggestive language. physical touch. mild nudity. reckless driving! chapter tags jk and oc share one bed! oc sees jk shirtless (but isn’t impressed). mentions of sexual relations. pet names (jk calls oc sweetheart once?). the boundary between friends and lovers between them is very thin in this chapter!

status. ongoing

chapter length. 5.5k+

memos. Welcome to the rewrite of this series! I chose a slightly different approach with this rewrite, and I think I actually like this a lot better than the original. Some things are the same, if not similar to the original version, like the setting of the story. I was actually reluctant to include intimacy from the very beginning. But I think it actually helps explore jk's and oc's dynamic, especially given the title of this chapter. Anyways, hope you enjoy and feel free to share your thoughts! <3

Lingo mentioned in this chapter: "Tweetstorms" — What Twitter/X threads were called until 2017

series masterlist | next chapter

── chapter one. “This is normal”

gguksprincess

10. | 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝜗𝜚 𝐣.𝐣𝐤

PAIRING-> jeon jungkook x reader

SUMMARY -> jungkook, a divorced single dad, falls for his daughter’s nanny.

TROPES -> she falls first he falls harder, yearning, age gap, angst, hurt comfort, absent mother, jungkook is a little pathetic

now playing: bad religion - frank ocean˚.⋆♪

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10: soju

the digital clock on the microwave read 10:48 p.m. you checked it again. then your phone. still nothing. your thumb hovered over your messages for what had to be the tenth time that night. there were no texts, missed calls, or updates.

just the last message he'd sent hours ago.

company dinner tonight. i might be a little late.

a little?

you looked at the clock again.

10:50.

your lips pressed together. arin sat cross-legged on the living room rug in her pajamas, coloring with her tongue poking out in concentration. every few minutes she'd glance toward the front windows.

"daddy’s taking forever."

you forced a smile.

"he probably got caught talking."

she nodded.

"daddy talks a lot at work."

that made you smile despite yourself. you looked at your phone again. nothing.

the knot in your stomach tightened.

it wasn't your business where he was.

he was your employer. he was a grown man.

he didn't need permission to stay out late. you knew that, but he'd never done this before.

yzzart

OTHER SIDE! | J.JUNGKOOK

if you met your brother's best friend, for whom you have a crush, on the same sidewalk, would you go to the other side? well, your friends bet no; he's already said you're on the other side.

⋆˚࿔ pairings: brother's best friend!jungkook x f!reader.

⋆˚࿔ tags + warnings: age gap (Jungkook is 28, reader is 24), reader is a magazine columnist, teenage crush, inspired by the song "Other Side" by Brent Faiyaz, cat-and-mouse dynamic, jealous!Jungkook, Jungkook acting like a jerk, a bit of angst, mention of an argument/fight, explicit content, unprotected sex, dirty talk, biting and hickeys, clitoral stimulation, oral sex (female receiving), slight nipple obsession, mild praise kink, crying during sex. (not yet reviewed) — wc: 13.5K

jeonqkooks

our beloved summer | jjk (bonus track)

pairing: jungkook x f!reader genre/warnings: established relationship, college au; fluff, suggestive; reminder that bonus tracks are flashbacks just in case everyone forgot, mentions of a boner note: henlo i know no one actually believes me every time i say i'm gonna finish obs so here is my first obs post in 3 years to prove you wrong LOL. also bc i got to see bts last weekend up SO FUCKING CLOSE with my own eyeballs and jungoo was in full obs!jk attire and busted out all the stops so i’ve been having Big Feelings about it series masterpost / main playlist ; moodboards ; taglist as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

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