summary. jungkook gets irritated, says something he doesn’t mean, and spends the next twenty minutes pretending he doesn’t care that you’re upset. unfortunately for him, he’s physically incapable of staying away from you for too long.
pairing. boyfriend!jungkook x fem!reader
content / warnings. arguing, fluff/comfort, pouty jk, lots of touching, soft domestic vibes, clingy jungkook agenda, no toxic behavior, no y/n, one forehead kiss that changes lives
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“You’re not even listening to me.”
“I am listening.”
“No, Jungkook, you’re nodding and saying ‘mhm’ every five seconds.”
Another distracted “mhm” left him immediately after.
You stared at him in disbelief.
He sat cross-legged on the couch with his laptop balanced against one thigh, brows furrowed in concentration while editing something for work. The glow from the screen reflected against his face softly, highlighting the small pout sitting naturally on his lips.
Pretty.
Annoyingly pretty considering he was irritating you right now.
“See?” you snapped. “That’s exactly what I mean.”
That finally got his attention.
Jungkook blinked up at you slowly before pushing his headphones down around his neck.
“What?”
Your mouth fell open.
“You cannot be serious.”
“I literally asked what happened.”
“Because you haven’t heard a single thing I’ve said for the past ten minutes!”
He frowned immediately.
“I heard you.”
“Okay then,” you crossed your arms, “what was I talking about?”
Silence.
Jungkook’s eyes darted briefly away from yours.
“…your friend?”
You laughed once.
Not happily.
“Oh my god.”
“Baby—”
“No, it’s fine.”
That phrase again.
The one that never actually meant fine.
Jungkook sighed quietly, shutting his laptop halfway. “I’m working.”
“And I know that,” you replied frustratedly. “But you could at least pretend to care while I’m talking to you.”
“I do care.”
“Then act like it.”
The apartment went quiet after that.
Rain tapped softly against the windows.
Your tea sat forgotten on the coffee table.
Jungkook rubbed tiredly at his eyes before leaning back against the couch cushions.
Normally he would’ve reached for you already.
Normally the second your tone changed, his hands would find your waist automatically, pulling you between his legs until you softened.
Not this time.
“I’ve had the worst day,” he muttered, irritation slipping into his voice finally. “Can we not fight right now?”
Your frustration cracked immediately into hurt.
“I wasn’t trying to fight with you.”
“Well, it feels like it.”
The words came out sharper than he intended.
You could tell instantly by the way his expression changed afterwards.
But instead of apologizing, Jungkook only sighed again and dragged a hand through his hair tiredly.
And somehow that made it worse.
Because it felt dismissive.
Like your feelings were just another thing exhausting him tonight.
You grabbed your phone from beside you quickly before standing up from the couch.
“Forget it.”
Jungkook looked up immediately. “Where are you going?”
“To the bedroom.”
“Why?”
You blinked at him.
“Seriously?”
His jaw tightened slightly.
“Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Act like I committed a crime because I’m tired.”
Your chest tightened.
“I’m acting like my boyfriend ignored me all night.”
“I’m sitting right here.”
“Physically, yes.”
Wrong answer.
Jungkook’s expression hardened instantly, frustration flashing properly across his face now.
“You know what?” he muttered, pushing his laptop aside fully. “I don’t understand why everything has to become a whole thing.”
Your eyebrows lifted.
“A whole thing?”
“Yeah.” He stood up now too, running a hand over the back of his neck. “I said I’m tired. I’ve been working since this morning. I just wanted one quiet night.”
The implication stung immediately.
“Oh,” you laughed softly. “So talking to me is exhausting now?”
“That’s not what I said.”
“It’s what you meant.”
Jungkook groaned quietly in frustration, turning away for a second before looking back at you again.
“You’re twisting my words.”
“And you’re being mean.”
That stopped him.
Only for a second.
But still.
His expression faltered slightly before irritation covered it again.
“I’m not being mean.”
“You kinda are.”
Silence stretched between you both after that.
Heavy.
Not screaming-match heavy.
Not relationship-ending heavy.
Just sad.
The kind of argument built from exhaustion and misunderstandings and two people loving each other while communicating terribly for twenty minutes straight.
You suddenly felt stupid for bringing anything up at all.
Jungkook looked tired.
You looked emotional.
Everything felt annoying now.
So instead of continuing the conversation, you shook your head once and stepped around the coffee table.
“Whatever,” you mumbled. “I’m gonna shower.”
You made it exactly three steps.
“Fine.”
The word came from behind you instantly.
Cold.
Short.
Irritated.
Your shoulders dropped.
You waited a second longer than necessary before continuing toward the hallway anyway.
One step.
Two.
Then—
“Seriously?”
You stopped walking again, annoyance flaring instantly.
“What now?”
Jungkook stood beside the couch with crossed arms now, watching you with a frustrated expression.
“You’re seriously just gonna walk away?”
You stared at him.
“You literally said fine.”
“Yeah because you keep doing this thing where you leave in the middle of conversations.”
“Because you’re being annoying!”
“And you’re dramatic!”
A shocked laugh escaped you immediately.
“Me?”
“Yes, you!”
“You started this!”
“No, you started this when you got mad over literally nothing.”
Your mouth fell open.
“Nothing?”
Jungkook ran both hands through his hair aggressively before exhaling hard through his nose.
“Okay, no, see— now I’m getting irritated again.”
“Again?”
“Yes, again.”
“You were already irritated!”
“I know!”
The silence afterwards almost felt ridiculous.
Both of you breathing hard.
Both annoyed.
Both stubborn.
Then suddenly Jungkook looked away first with a muttered curse under his breath.
Your anger softened immediately at the sight.
Because he looked less angry now and more… frustrated with himself.
His shoulders slumped slightly.
One hand rubbed across his mouth tiredly before falling back to his side.
You knew that look.
Jungkook got overwhelmed easily when emotions stacked too fast. Not angry-overwhelmed. Just mentally full. Like his thoughts all tangled together until he stopped knowing how to say things properly.
Still, you stayed quiet.
Letting him figure it out.
A few seconds passed before he finally sighed.
Then quietly—
“Come here.”
Your heart betrayed you instantly.
You hated how fast it melted whenever he said that.
Not demanding.
Not cold anymore.
Just soft and tired and very very Jungkook.
You looked at him carefully. “You’re still annoyed.”
“I know.”
“That wasn’t an apology.”
“I know.”
“Jungkook.”
Another sigh left him before he uncrossed his arms finally and held one hand out toward you instead.
Large hands.
Pretty veins.
Silver rings catching warm apartment light.
“Baby,” he muttered quietly. “Please come here before I say something stupid again.”
God.
That did it.
You crossed the room trying not to look too affected by him, but the second you got close enough, Jungkook grabbed your waist immediately and pulled you against his chest with enough force to make you stumble into him.
“There,” he murmured.
Like he could breathe again now.
Your hands instinctively landed against his chest to steady yourself while his arms wrapped tightly around your middle.
Warm.
Always warm.
“You’re clingy,” you mumbled weakly.
“Mhm.”
“And irritating.”
“Mhm.”
“And kinda mean.”
At that, his grip tightened slightly.
“Okay,” he admitted against your hair. “Maybe a little mean.”
“A little?”
He huffed out a tiny laugh finally.
“You were annoying me.”
You pulled back enough to stare at him incredulously.
“Oh my god?”
“What?” he asked defensively, though the corners of his mouth twitched slightly now. “You were.”
“You’re unbelievable.”
“But you still came here.”
Unfortunately true.
Jungkook noticed your expression softening and instantly took advantage of it, nosing gently against your temple before hiding his face against your shoulder dramatically.
“I hate arguing with you,” he muttered.
“You literally started half of it.”
“I know.”
“You were in the wrong.”
Another quiet pause.
Then reluctantly—
“I know.”
Victory.
You tried not to smile too hard at finally hearing him admit it.
Jungkook noticed anyway.
“You’re feeling smug right now.”
“Because I won.”
“You’re lucky you’re cute.”
Your eyebrows lifted. “Excuse me?”
He finally looked at you properly again, expression softer now than it had been all night.
“You heard me.”
The tension between you dissolved completely after that.
Jungkook’s hands slid underneath the hem of your hoodie absentmindedly, warm palms flattening against your waist while he swayed both of you gently side to side.
Comfort habit.
One he did constantly without realizing.
“You hurt my feelings,” you admitted quietly after a minute.
His face dropped immediately.
Instant guilt.
“I know,” he whispered.
There it is.
Your Jungkook.
Not prideful enough to avoid accountability.
Not toxic.
Just a boy who got irritated and said things badly sometimes.
His thumbs rubbed slowly against your skin.
“I wasn’t trying to ignore you earlier,” he said softly. “My brain was just somewhere else.”
“You could’ve told me that.”
“Yeah.”
“You made me feel annoying.”
That one visibly hurt him.
His brows furrowed instantly before he leaned down slightly so your foreheads touched.
“You’re never annoying to me.”
Your chest squeezed painfully.
Even now, after arguing, his voice still sounded full of affection.
Like loving you came naturally even during ugly moments.
“I just get quiet when I’m stressed,” he admitted.
“I know.”
“And then you get upset because I get quiet.”
“Because I miss you.”
Something in his expression softened completely after that.
God.
He looked at you like you’d said something devastating.
Without another word, Jungkook lifted one hand to cup your cheek gently before kissing your forehead slowly.
One kiss.
Soft enough to feel like an apology.
“You have me,” he murmured quietly afterwards.
The sincerity in his voice made your eyes sting a little.
Even after arguments, he always came back to this.
To touch.
To closeness.
To you.
Like no amount of irritation could overpower his instinct to love you gently.
“You’re still sleeping in the bed tonight?” he asked after a moment.
You stared at him.
“Obviously?”
“Okay good.” He exhaled dramatically. “Because I was already planning how to convince you.”
A laugh escaped you before you could stop it.
Jungkook smiled instantly at the sound, dimples appearing properly now.
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• the moment he finds out
— jungkook doesn’t find out because you sit him down and tell him that he’s your first love, he finds out because he’s observant, because he’s always watching you, always paying attention.
— it happens one night when you’re sitting together on his couch, your head resting on his shoulder while he scrolls through something on his phone. he’s talking about a relationship he had years ago, not even seriously, just mentioning it in passing.
— and when he glances down at you, you’re suddenly very interested in the blanket covering your lap. that’s when he knows something is up.
— “what?”
— you immediately shake your head. “nothing.”
— “that’s definitely not nothing.”
— and after several minutes of him poking at the conversation, you finally admit it.
— you’ve never had a boyfriend before. ever.
— no first relationship. no first anniversary. no first “good morning” texts. nothing.
— for a second jungkook just stares at you. not because he’s judging you, but because suddenly so many things make sense. the way you got nervous the first time he held your hand. the way you spent twenty minutes choosing a text message before sending it. the way your face turned bright red when someone referred to him as your boyfriend.
— and instead of teasing you, his expression softens. completely, because suddenly he realizes something important. every single relationship milestone you’re experiencing…
— you’re experiencing with him first.
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• boyfriend things you never got to experience before
— jungkook becomes very aware of your firsts after that. not in a weird way, in a protective way, because he knows these moments matter to you.
— he remembers the first time he picked you up for a date, the first time he kissed you, the first time you stole one of his hoodies and refused to give it back, the first time you fell asleep on his shoulder during a movie.
— he remembers everything.
— sometimes months later he’ll randomly bring something up. “remember when you were too nervous to call me?”
— and you’ll immediately hide your face, while he’s sitting there smiling because he remembers exactly how cute you looked.
— you’ll complain that he’s embarrassing, he’ll complain that you’re adorable, and somehow neither of you wins.
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• him realizing how much you trust him
— out of everything, this is what affects jungkook the most. the trust.
— because being someone’s first boyfriend isn’t just about cute milestones, it means you’re trusting him with experiences you’ve never had before.
— you’re trusting him with your first relationship. your first heartbreak, if things ever went wrong. your first real love, and that’s not something jungkook takes lightly.
— sometimes he’ll be holding your hand while walking somewhere and the realization hits him all over again. you chose him. out of everyone. him.
— and honestly? it scares him a little, because suddenly he wants to get everything right. he wants your memories of your first relationship to be good ones. he wants you to feel loved, safe, cherished. he wants you to look back years from now and smile when you remember him.
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• your first time sleeping beside him
— The first time you fall asleep together, you’re nervous for absolutely no reason. Well. Several reasons.
— You’re aware of everything. How close he is, how warm he is, how easily his arm settles around your waist.
— Meanwhile Jungkook looks completely relaxed. Which honestly feels unfair, because you’re overthinking every movement while he’s already pulling you closer against his chest like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
— “Comfortable?”
— “No.”
— He laughs immediately. That deep sleepy laugh, the one that makes your stomach flip. Then he kisses your forehead and pulls the blankets higher around both of you.
— “We’ve got all night.” And somehow that makes everything easier, because he never rushes you, never makes you feel silly for being nervous, never acts like you should already know what you’re doing. He just lets you figure things out at your own pace, with him right beside you.
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• when he realizes how easily he affects you
— Jungkook discovers very quickly that he doesn’t have to do much to make you flustered. A look. A compliment. His arm around your waist. That’s usually enough.
— Which becomes a problem. Because once he realizes this? He starts enjoying it way too much.
— You’ll be talking about something completely normal and suddenly he’s staring. Just staring, eyes focused entirely on you.
— And eventually you’ll stop talking. “What?”
— “Nothing.”
— “Jungkook.”
— Tiny smile. “No, keep talking.”
— that somehow makes it worse, because now you’re aware of how close he is. How his hand is resting on yours, how he’s looking at you, and meanwhile he’s completely entertained by your reaction.
— The worst part? The second you hide your face, he’s pulling your hands away. “Don’t do that.”
— “Why?”
— “Wanna see you.”
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• the first time he realizes he’s in love with being your first boyfriend
— this is not because of possessiveness, not because nobody came before him, but because every experience feels special.
— The first relationship nickname, the first anniversary, he’s the first person you call when something good happens, the first person you want beside you when something goes wrong.
— Sometimes jungkook’ll catch himself thinking about it randomly. Like when you’re walking together holding hands, or when you steal his hoodie, or when you automatically curl up beside him on the couch.
— he’ll smile to himself, because those things are normal relationship moments for most people, but they’re new for you. And somehow you chose him to experience them with.
— Which still amazes him. Every single day.
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• when you stop being nervous
— His favorite moment isn’t actually your first date. Or your first kiss. Or any of the big milestones. It’s the day he notices you’ve stopped hesitating, stopped second-guessing yourself, stopped worrying about whether you’re doing things right.
— Because now you’re reaching for his hand first, leaning against him automatically, stealing kisses from his cheek without getting embarrassed afterward.
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• when he realizes how inexperienced you actually are
— At first, Jungkook thinks you’re just shy. Shy about holding hands, shy about compliments, shy whenever he gets too close.
— But the longer you’re together, the more he starts noticing things. The way you secretly google relationship questions, the way you ask your friends whether certain things are normal, the way you overthink every little milestone between the two of you. He notices all of it.
— And one night, while you’re curled against his side in bed watching a movie neither of you are paying attention to anymore, he catches you staring at your intertwined hands. Just staring. Lost in thought.
— “What?”
— You immediately shake your head.“Nothing.”
— “It wasn’t nothing.”
— “It was.”
— “It definitely wasn’t.”
— Eventually you sigh, then admit it. “I just never thought I’d have this.”
— Jungkook’s entire expression changes, because suddenly he understands. You aren’t nervous because you’re uncertain about him, you’re nervous because all of this is new. The hand holding, the cuddling, the good morning texts, the kisses goodbye, everything.
— And for some reason that realization completely wrecks him, because now all he can think about is how much trust you’re placing in him. How every relationship memory you’re making is being made with him first, and suddenly he wants to protect every single one of them.
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• your first sleepover as his girlfriend
— The first time you stay overnight with him, you’re so nervous it’s almost ridiculous. You spend an hour deciding what pajamas to bring, you overthink where you’ll sleep, you overthink whether you’ll snore, you overthink literally everything.
— Meanwhile Jungkook thinks it’s adorable. Not that he tells you that immediately, because he knows you’d die of embarrassment.
— Instead he just quietly helps you settle in, shows you where everything is, lets you take your time, and acts completely normal, even though he’s secretly smiling every time you get flustered.
— The thing that finally breaks him? When you emerge from the bathroom looking nervous and immediately ask: “Is this okay?” Referring to your pajamas.
— And Jungkook just stares, because suddenly he’s realizing how badly you want everything to go right. How much effort you’re putting into something that feels effortless to him.
— His chest hurts a little in the best way, so he simply reaches for your hand, pulls you closer, and presses a kiss to your forehead. “You’re cute, you know that?”
— Then he watches your entire face turn red.
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• clingy boyfriend jk after he discovers you’re touch-starved
— Jungkook discovers something very dangerous early into the relationship: You love affection, you just aren’t used to receiving it. Which means every little thing affects you. His arm around your shoulders, his fingers brushing yours, his hand resting on your knee during car rides.
— The first time he pulls you into his lap while you’re both watching a movie, you practically stop functioning, and he notices immediately. Of course he does. He’s Jungkook, nothing gets past him.
— The movie continues playing, but neither of you are watching it, because now he’s distracted by how nervous you are. How your hands don’t know where to go, how you’re trying so hard to act normal. Eventually he wraps both arms around your waist, pulls you comfortably against his chest, and rests his chin on your shoulder.
— “Relax.” Easy for him to say. He’s not the one whose heart is trying to escape through their ribs, but eventually you do relax.
— You settle against him naturally, and once that happens? Jungkook is finished, because now he never wants to sit normally again.
— If you’re nearby, he wants you touching him somehow. Holding hands, curled into his side, sitting beside him. Resting your head on his shoulder.
— Anything. Everything. Because he gets just as addicted to your affection as you are to his.
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• when you get shy about relationship things
— Sometimes Jungkook forgets that things which feel normal to him still feel huge to you. Like introducing each other as boyfriend and girlfriend. Or couple photos. Or meeting family members.
— The first time someone asks who he is and you quietly answer: “My boyfriend.” Jungkook almost loses his mind. Not outwardly, internally, because hearing you say it does something to him.
— The shy smile afterward. The way you immediately look away. The tiny blush spreading across your cheeks. He’s completely gone.
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• when he catches himself imagining your future together
— This one scares him. A little.
— Because one night you’re asleep beside him. Curled into his chest, wearing one of his shirts. Completely peaceful, and he’s supposed to be sleeping too.
— Because suddenly he starts realizing how attached he’s become, how important you’ve become, how natural you feel in his life. And then an even more dangerous thought appears.
— He doesn’t want to be your first boyfriend. He wants to be your last one too. And that realization hits him so hard that he actually laughs quietly to himself.
— Because he’s gone. Completely. Hopelessly. Embarrassingly gone. For the girl who still gets excited when he holds her hand.
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𖤝 jungkook as your boyfriend on tour — spicy/sweet headcanons
전정국 x fem!reader | established relationship | suggestive | idol au | fluff |
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• late-night hotel room jungkook
— there’s something dangerously intimate about hotel rooms when you’re on tour with jungkook, maybe it’s because every city starts blurring together after a while - different skylines outside the windows, different luxury suites, different countries - but at the end of every exhausting day, it’s always the two of you collapsing into the same bed together.
— those quiet hours after midnight? they become your favorite part of touring with him.
— jungkook usually comes back still buzzing from the stage. hair damp from the shower, grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, voice deeper from hours of singing.
— he’d walk into the room talking excitedly about the concert, pacing around barefoot while telling you random details from the show, and meanwhile you’re sitting on the bed pretending to listen while secretly staring at him instead.
— because honestly? watching him after concerts is unfair. the adrenaline makes him brighter somehow, more confident, more touchy. eventually he notices you staring and pauses mid-sentence with the tiniest smirk.
— then suddenly he’s walking toward you slowly until he’s standing between your knees at the edge of the bed, hands settling on your thighs automatically.
— the thing about jungkook is that he always knows exactly what he’s doing, especially when he leans down close enough for you to smell his cologne mixed with shampoo and quietly tells you he missed you today, even though you literally watched him perform an hour ago.
— those nights always start soft. lazy kisses, his fingers pushing through your hair slowly, foreheads resting together while city lights glow through the curtains behind him.
— but jungkook always gets needy after shows, like all the adrenaline and exhaustion leave him craving closeness. he wants your attention completely on him, wants your legs tangled together, wants your hands on his skin while he kisses you slower and slower until you’re both completely distracted from reality.
— and eventually he’ll pull away slightly just to look at you for a second. messy hair, swollen lips, that dark-eyed expression that always makes your stomach flip.
— “you have no idea what you do to me after concerts.”
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• clingy + exhausted jungkook
— touring wears him out more than people realize, there are nights where he barely has energy to speak when he gets back to the hotel, shoulders tense from rehearsals and travel and constant noise all day long. those are the nights where he becomes unbelievably clingy.
— he’ll shower quickly, throw on black sweatpants, then immediately crawl into bed beside you and pull you against his chest without saying much at all. one arm tight around your waist, face tucked into your neck, slow breathing gradually relaxing against your skin.
— sometimes he just stays like that for several minutes silently while your fingers run through his damp hair. and honestly? those moments feel more intimate than anything else, because jungkook rarely lets himself fully relax around anyone. except you.
— eventually he’ll start pressing sleepy kisses along your shoulder absentmindedly while tracing patterns against your waist beneath your shirt.
— nothing rushed or dramatic, just warm hands and quiet affection in dim hotel lighting while rain hits the windows outside. and when you look at him? he’s already staring at your lips.
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• backstage with jungkook
— backstage tension with him becomes genuinely unbearable after a while because there’s barely any privacy during tour. which means he spends half his time teasing you instead.
— quick touches while nobody’s looking, hands brushing your waist when he walks past, whispering lewd things in your ear seconds before he goes onstage just to leave you flustered for the next two hours.
— he loves it. especially because he knows he looks good before performances: all black outfits, chains, tattoos visible beneath stage lights, that focused expression he gets right before concerts.
— and the worst part? he always kisses you right before walking onstage, every single show. sometimes it’s quick and sweet, sometimes slow enough to completely ruin your ability to think properly afterward, then he pulls away with this smug little smile knowing exactly what he did to you before disappearing onto stage in front of thousands of people. cocky behavior honestly.
— after concerts? the tension becomes even worse because now he’s running entirely on adrenaline. he’d drag you into empty hallways backstage just to have a second alone together. hands immediately on your waist, his breathing still uneven from performing, sweaty hair falling into his eyes while he leans down close enough to make your heart race instantly.
— “you watched me the whole time?”
— “maybe.”
— “mhm. noticed.”
— then comes that look again. the one that says he’s already thinking about getting you alone.
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• tour bus jungkook
— tour bus nights with jungkook would genuinely feel unreal.
— everyone else is asleep somewhere in the back while the road stretches endlessly outside dark windows, city lights flashing briefly across his face every few seconds while he sits beside you in oversized black clothes looking unfairly attractive for someone running on two hours of sleep.
— those nights are always quieter, more intimate.
— he’d have one arm stretched behind you along the seat while you sit tucked against his side sharing headphones, his thumb rubbing absentminded circles into your thigh beneath a blanket while music plays softly between you.
— and honestly? the tension becomes unbearable during moments like that, because he gets touchier when he’s tired. less filtered.
— his hand drifts higher without him even realizing it while he talks softly about random things - performances, songs stuck in his head, places he wants to take you once tour ends - and the entire time he keeps glancing down at your lips between sentences.
— then eventually the conversation slows completely. just silence, warm skin, heavy eye contact.
— and suddenly he’s leaning in first, slow kisses in dim lighting while the bus hums quietly beneath you both, his hand tightening gently against your waist every time you kiss him back harder.
— the kind of kisses that make time feel slow.
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• needy, post-show jungkook
— post-show jungkook is honestly the clingiest version of him.
— performing in front of thousands of people somehow leaves him craving privacy afterward, specifically with you. so the second you’re finally alone together in hotel rooms, all his attention locks onto you completely.
— he’ll pull you against his chest before you even finish speaking, burying his face into your neck while exhaling slowly like finally touching you properly again helps him come down from the adrenaline.
— “missed you.” and the insane part is how sincere he sounds every single time.
— because during busy tours, he barely gets uninterrupted moments with you. there’s always people around, always schedules, always noise.
— so once he finally has you alone? he gets almost greedy with affection. constant kisses, hands everywhere, pulling you back into his lap every time you try standing up.
— he’d absolutely interrupt conversations just to kiss you too. you’ll be halfway through telling him something important when suddenly he’s staring too hard at your mouth to focus anymore.
— then quietly: “come here.” and once he kisses you, it’s over. slow at first, then deeper when your fingers slide into his hair, his hands pulling you closer until there’s basically no space left between you.
— touring with jungkook means constantly feeling wanted by him in this overwhelming, consuming way. like no matter how many people surround him every day, he only relaxes once he’s alone with you.
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• sleepy hotel mornings with jk
— sleeping beside jungkook on tour would ruin your life actually, because mornings with him are unbearably soft.
— half the time he wakes up before you and just stays there staring quietly while sunlight spills across hotel sheets and the city wakes up outside enormous windows.
— he LOVES lazy mornings. you tangled together beneath blankets while he traces shapes against your bare skin absentmindedly, slow kisses before either of you properly wake up, his deep sleepy voice murmuring things that barely make sense yet somehow still affect you immediately.
— and jungkook gets ridiculously affectionate in the mornings too. pulling you back against him every time you try getting out of bed, hiding his face in your shoulder dramatically when you say you need coffee, wrapping himself around you until you laugh and give up trying to leave.
— “five more minutes.”
— “you said that twenty minutes ago.”
— “I still mean it.” except those “five minutes” usually turn into an hour because he keeps distracting you.
— one kiss turns into several, his hands start wandering absentmindedly. that sleepy soft energy slowly shifts into something heavier while he keeps looking at you like you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen first thing in the morning.
— honestly? being on tour alongside jungkook would be exhausting in the best possible way.
𖤐 some more headcanons for youu ;) guys be honest am i getting annoying with the headcanons now? -_-
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• mafia jk who hides injuries from you
— jungkook would absolutely try hiding injuries from you at first. showing up late at night with bruised knuckles and a split lip while acting like nothing happened. meanwhile you’re glaring at him from the doorway because he’s very obviously injured.
— “it’s nothing.”
— “jungkook.”
— “…looks worse than it is.”
— but the second you start cleaning his wounds? he completely melts.
— sitting quietly while your fingers brush against his skin, eyes locked on your face the entire time with this unreadable expression. because nobody takes care of him gently. nobody touches him softly. except you.
— he’d suddenly get clingy afterward too. pulling you into his lap while you complain about him being reckless, burying his face into your neck while his arms tighten around your waist.
— and when you start crying because you were worried? oh that destroys him completely. he’s immediately apologizing. kissing your hands. promising he’s okay while looking at you like he’d burn the world down just to stop you from hurting.
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• the kind of man who always looks composed
— jungkook never raises his voice. that’s the first thing people notice about him.
— no matter how tense a room gets, he stays calm - sitting back in his chair with one hand resting against his jaw, expensive watch catching the low light while everyone else waits nervously for his reaction. he doesn’t need to act intimidating. he just is.
— which is why it’s so noticeable when you affect him, because nobody else can.
— you’ll be sitting beside him during some late-night meeting, legs crossed innocently under the table while he talks business in that smooth, controlled voice of his - and then your hand slides onto his thigh absentmindedly.
— that’s it. that tiny touch. but suddenly his sentence pauses for half a second too long. his fingers tighten slightly around the glass in his hand. his jaw shifts once. dark eyes flick toward you briefly before returning to the room like nothing happened.
— except now he’s distracted, and he hates being distracted.
— later, the second the room empties, he’s standing in front of you already loosening his tie with one hand.
— “you do that on purpose?” low voice. steady gaze. the kind of calm that feels way more dangerous than anger.
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• mafia jk after long nights
— there’s something unfairly attractive about exhausted jungkook.
— coming home at three in the morning with his tie loose, hair messy from running his hands through it all night, black dress shirt rolled to his elbows revealing tattoos and veins beneath dim apartment lighting.
— he’d find you half asleep on the couch waiting for him and immediately soften. every single time.
— you can actually watch the tension leave his body when he sees you. his shoulders relax, his breathing slows, his expression changes into something quieter.
— then suddenly he’s standing between your knees while you sit there sleepy-eyed, his hands resting heavily on your thighs as he leans down just enough for his forehead to touch yours.
— “should be asleep.” except he says it while looking at your lips. and no matter how exhausted he is, he always kisses you like he’s been thinking about it all day.
— slow at first, warm hands sliding around your waist automatically, the faint smell of whiskey and smoke still clinging to him while he pulls you closer without even realizing it.
— those late-night kisses always turn dangerous because tired jungkook gets needy. less composed, more honest. he lingers longer, touches more, holds you tighter. like the rest of the world disappears the second he gets home to you.
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• the version of him that watches more than he speaks.
— jungkook notices everything about you.
— every expression, every shift in your voice, every glance you think he didn’t catch.
— he could be across a crowded room surrounded by people trying to get his attention and still notice the exact second you start feeling uncomfortable.
— that’s what makes him dangerous, because he’s observant in this terrifyingly quiet way.
— you’ll be sitting beside him at some private party while conversations blur together around you, and meanwhile he’s completely focused on the way your fingers play with the rim of your glass whenever you’re bored.
— then suddenly his hand settles on your thigh beneath the table. firm. warm. possessive.
— not enough to draw attention, just enough to remind you he’s there. and when you look at him? he’s already watching you.
— dark eyes steady on yours while he continues talking to someone else like his hand ISN’T currently sliding slightly higher against your leg.
— that’s the thing about jungkook. he likes control. especially when it comes to you. he likes watching you struggle to stay composed while he remains perfectly calm.
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• mafia jk who gets obsessed after realizing he loves you
— before you, jungkook kept distance from people naturally. everything in his life was calculated, careful, detached.
— then somehow you happened, and suddenly he’s acting in ways he never expected from himself.
— calling just to hear your voice for a minute, coming home earlier because he knows you’re waiting for him, sleeping better with your legs tangled together beneath expensive sheets while rain hits the windows outside.
— he becomes addicted to your presence embarrassingly fast. the sound of your laugh from another room immediately relaxes him, your hands in his hair after long nights almost put him to sleep, the smell of your perfume lingering on his clothes always distracts him during meetings.
— and he hates how much power you have over him because of it.
— sometimes he’ll look at you quietly when you’re not paying attention, expression unreadable, like he’s still trying to understand how someone so soft became the center of his entire life.
— then you notice him staring.
— “what?”
— “…nothing.”
— except it’s never nothing. it’s everything.
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• mafia jk after arguments
— arguments with jungkook are intense because neither of you raises your voice. everything stays quiet, controlled, sharp around the edges.
— he’ll stand there listening to you with his hands in his pockets, jaw tight, expression unreadable while you tell him exactly why you’re upset.
— and the worst part? he listens. really listens. but when he gets frustrated, his voice drops lower instead of louder.
— “you think i don’t worry about you?”
— “you don’t show it.”
— “…because if i did, you’d realise how bad it actually is.”
— those conversations always end with too much tension hanging in the air, silence stretching, heavy eye contact. both of you still angry but standing too close together.
— then suddenly his hand is gripping your waist and he’s kissing you like he’s trying to end the argument without words. slow at first. frustrated. almost punishing in how intense it feels.
— and afterward he always exhales against your mouth like he’s been holding his breath the entire fight. because no matter how difficult things get, walking away from you is the one thing he genuinely can’t do.
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• mafia jk when you wear his clothes
— there’s genuinely something wrong with the way this man reacts to seeing you in his clothes.
— especially after nights together. one of his dress shirts hanging off your shoulders. messy hair. bare legs disappearing beneath dark fabric that still smells like him.
— he completely loses focus. you’ll walk into the kitchen half asleep while he’s drinking coffee and suddenly he’s just staring. silent, completely still, eyes dragging slowly over you in a way that makes your stomach flip instantly.
— “what?”
— “you know exactly what.”
— next thing you know, he’s pulling you between his knees before you can even react properly, hands gripping your hips while his forehead presses against your stomach for a second like he’s collecting himself.
— because despite how composed he acts publicly, in private jungkook gets affected by you constantly. especially in moments like that.
— lazy mornings, quiet apartments. his fingerprints still faint against your skin while he looks at you like he wants to ruin his own self-control.
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• mafia jk in bed after difficult days
— after hard days, jungkook gets quieter. less mafia boss, more exhausted man trying to hold himself together. those nights are usually silent.
— him laying behind you with one arm wrapped tightly around your waist while the city glows outside the bedroom windows. fingers slipping beneath your shirt absentmindedly just because he needs physical reassurance that you’re there.
— sometimes he’ll press his face into the back of your neck and stay like that for several minutes without speaking. completely still, completely vulnerable in ways nobody else ever sees.
— and eventually he’ll murmur things so softly you almost miss them. that’s the version of jungkook that matters most. not the feared one, not the dangerous one. the one who only lets himself soften when he’s alone with you.
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• mafia jk who gets mean when he’s jealous
— not angry. not cruel. just sharper.
— if he’s jealous, you notice it immediately by the way he talks to you afterward. sitting across from you with that calm expression while slowly taking off his rings one by one, listening to you explain that “nothing happened” with this look in his eyes that says he already knows.
— “mhm.”
— “jungkook.”
— “what? i’m listening.” except he’s barely listening at all because he’s too focused on the way your dress rides up your thighs when you shift closer to him.
— and honestly? he likes when you get a little nervous around him. likes watching you lose confidence under his attention, likes how quickly your attitude disappears once he grabs your chin gently and makes you hold eye contact with him.
— the tension with him becomes unbearable during moments like that. because he never rushes, never loses control completely, he just watches you carefully while his hand slides slowly higher against your leg, voice still calm.
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• soft mafia jk in private
— nobody would believe how affectionate he is with you. outside, he barely reacts to anything. cold expressions, careful words, emotion hidden behind expensive suits and sharp eye contact.
— but in private? he’s constantly touching you. pulling you onto his lap while he works, resting his hand under your shirt absentmindedly while reading reports, kissing your shoulder whenever he passes behind you.
— jungkook likes having you close. always.
— sometimes he’ll be sitting on the couch late at night with you laying against his chest while one hand traces lazy patterns along your waist beneath your clothes without even thinking about it.
— quiet music playing, city lights outside the windows, his breathing slow against your hair.
— those moments are probably the most dangerous ones, because that’s when he lets himself look at you openly. completely soft, completely ruined by you.
— every now and then, he’ll tilt your chin up just to kiss you slowly for no reason at all - like he needs the reminder that you’re real. that despite everything ugly in his world, there’s still you.
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• mafia boss jk who looks terrifying until it’s you
— everyone is scared of jungkook. one look from him across a room is enough to make grown men go silent. expensive black suits, tattooed hands covered in rings, cold eyes that never seem nervous about anything.
— except around you.
— because the second you walk into the room, his entire expression softens almost instantly.
— he’d be in the middle of discussing something serious with his men, then suddenly you appear and now he’s pulling you into his lap without even pausing the conversation.
— one hand around your waist, the other still casually holding a glass of whiskey. completely dangerous, completely obsessed with you.
— everyone notices. the way he keeps touching you absentmindedly, the way his eyes follow you everywhere, the way he gets quieter whenever you’re upset.
— you’re the only thing capable of calming jungkook down.
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• mafia jk at formal events
— jungkook at fancy events is honestly unfair. tailored black suit, slicked-back hair, tattoos peeking beneath expensive watches and cuffs.
— everybody watches him when he enters a room. but he only watches you.
— he’d keep one hand on your lower back the entire night while guiding you through crowds like it’s instinct. leaning close to whisper comments into your ear during conversations just to make you smile.
— and the sexual tension? absolutely ridiculous.
— especially when he loosens his tie slightly later in the evening and looks at you across the room with dark eyes while sipping his drink slowly.
— that look alone would ruin you. he’d absolutely pull you into quiet hallways just for a moment alone too. fixing your necklace lazily. hands resting on your hips. murmuring “you look too pretty tonight” against your lips before kissing you slowly enough to make your knees weak.
— then walking back into the party afterward looking perfectly composed while you’re internally falling apart.
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• mafia jk who’s obsessed with your attitude
— jungkook would absolutely love when you talk back to him. not disrespectfully, just enough attitude to challenge him. everyone else fears him, everyone else obeys immediately.
— but you? you roll your eyes at him, mock his smug comments, tell him when he’s being dramatic. and he’s obsessed with it.
— he’d sit there staring at you with that tiny amused smile while you complain about him, fingers tapping against his glass slowly like he’s enjoying every second.
— “you done?”
— “no.”
— “cute. keep going.”
— which only makes you more annoyed. sometimes he’d purposely provoke you too just to see your reaction. leaning too close, whispering things in your ear during meetings, smirking when you glare at him from across the room.
— because honestly? your attention is his favorite thing.
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• mafia jk behind closed doors
— the thing about this jungkook is that nobody would believe how soft he becomes with you in private.
— outside, he’s cold. controlled. dangerous.
— but alone with you? he’s exhausted.
— he’d collapse onto the couch with you laying against his chest while his fingers trace sleepy patterns along your spine. asking quietly about your day because hearing your voice relaxes him more than anything else. sometimes he’d just stare at you silently for a while like he still can’t understand how something so gentle exists in his life.
— and after hard days? he gets clingy. pulling you onto his lap, hiding his face in your neck, holding you so tightly like you’re the only thing keeping him human.
— he’d kiss your forehead constantly too. slow forehead kisses. sleepy shoulder kisses. silent “i love you” kisses pressed into your hair while the city lights glow outside his penthouse windows.
— because no matter how dangerous jungkook is to everyone else, with you he’s devastatingly soft.
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aaah I feel like I keep rambling on :)) also the repetition of ‘mafia jk’ is killing me rn lol
You are a pirate captain’s daughter caught between your father’s war and Jungkook, the enemy captain you shouldn’t want. After a battle at sea, you’re taken aboard his ship, where tension, loyalty, and attraction blur into something you can’t escape.
전정국 x fem!reader | pirate!au • mentions of weapons • angst • sexism • smut • kidnapping/hostage • 1600s •
explicit warnings for this chapter: sexism • mentions of weapons • mentions of blood • violence •
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The sea had never once loved you gently.
It had raised you on splintered wood and saltwater prayers, on the deep groan of ship hulls during storms and the sharp metallic smell of gunpowder lodged permanently in your lungs. Your earliest memories were not soft ones. They were rough hands tightening ropes during rainstorms, blood being scrubbed from decks before sunrise, sailors laughing too loudly after surviving another battle they should not have survived at all.
Other young women your age learned piano and embroidery and court etiquette beneath candlelit ceilings in warm estates far from danger. Instead, you learned how to brace yourself against violent waves before you learned proper handwriting, you learned how to hold a knife before you learned how to dance, you learned how to spot approaching enemy ships before you learned what love was supposed to feel like.
Your father liked to say the ocean only respected the ruthless, which was probably why he spent more time speaking to his crew than to you. Captain Seo was feared across half the known waters, cruel in the way storms were cruel - not because they enjoyed destruction, but because they did not care enough to stop it. Men whispered his name in taverns with lowered voices and stiff shoulders while merchants cursed him over spilled whiskey and missing cargo.
You had heard the stories constantly whenever your ship docked in crowded ports. “The Black Crest.” “The Sea Devil.” “The Butcher of the South Passage.” Your father? You were naive once, you couldn’t believe your precious father could ever hurt a man, let alone take multiple lives with a flick of his sword.
They never mentioned his daughter, never mentioned the girl standing ten feet away with a dagger hidden beneath her coat and enough fury buried inside her ribs to drown kingdoms whole. Surprisingly, you preferred it that way, because being underestimated kept you alive.
The ship rocked violently beneath your boots as rain hammered against the deck hard enough to sting your skin raw, but you barely reacted anymore because storms had stopped frightening you years ago. Above you, thunder cracked across the black sky while sailors shouted over one another trying to secure ropes before the mast split clean in half. Harsh waves slammed against the hull with terrifying force, seawater spraying across the deck in freezing bursts that soaked through your clothes instantly.
The storm had arrived faster than expected, swallowing the horizon whole until the world became nothing but darkness, roaring wind, and chaos. You should have been below deck. Your father ordered it nearly an hour ago with that cold commanding voice he used whenever he stopped speaking to you like a daughter and started speaking to you like another sailor beneath his authority. But storms always made you restless, they reminded you there was still something larger than your father in this world, something even he could not command or threaten into obedience.
So instead, you stood near the starboard railing gripping soaked wood while rain drenched your coat completely, your braid sticking heavily to the back of your neck. Lightning illuminated the horizon every few seconds, brief violent flashes revealing endless black ocean before darkness swallowed everything again. You closed your eyes briefly and inhaled deeply. Salt, rain, smoke, freedom. It was the closest thing to peace you had felt in weeks.
“Miss!” one of the crewmen hurried toward you through the storm, struggling to keep his footing while water crashed across the deck around him. “Your father said below deck immediately.”
You barely glanced at him because you already knew exactly how this conversation would go. “Then he can come drag me there himself.”
The poor sailor looked exhausted before you even finished speaking, like arguing with you had physically aged him over the years. “Please do not make me repeat that to him.”
“He already dislikes me. One more disappointment won’t kill him.”
“Your father does not dislike you, miss.”
“No?” You turned toward him fully then, rain dripping down your face while thunder growled overhead. “Then why does everyone on this ship act like my only purpose is surviving long enough for him to trade me to someone useful?”
The crewman opened his mouth immediately, probably searching for some comforting lie, but closed it again because neither of you knew how to answer honestly. Your father had never officially promised your hand to anyone, but men spoke openly enough around ships when they assumed women weren’t listening. Political alliances, merchant families, powerful captains.
Your existence was valuable because of your father’s reputation, not because anyone cared what you wanted. You were a woman, after all. Having grown up with no mother, some would say you’ve no proper etiquette or understanding of your role in society, making you appear animalistic and impolite, just like the men on your father’s ship. Sometimes you wondered if he loved you at all or if he simply protected what belonged to him. The thought made your chest ache in ways you never admitted aloud.
Lightning split across the sky suddenly, illuminating the horizon bright enough to burn white across your vision for half a second, and that was when you saw it. Another ship. Massive. Dark. Moving through the storm like it had been born there. Your stomach tightened immediately because there was only one crew reckless enough to sail directly into weather like this.
The Arirang.
It was a beauty. Your father’s greatest enemy. A pirate vessel infamous from the eastern colonies to the northern trade routes, commanded by a captain whose name was spoken almost like a warning prayer in every port you had ever visited. Jeon Jungkook. You had heard stories about him since you were fourteen years old. Some called him a devil blessed by the sea itself, while others swore he had survived executions, mutinies, impossible storms, ambushes that should have killed entire crews. At twenty-two, he was already one, if not the most, feared captain in your seas.
Tavern girls spoke about him with flushed cheeks and dreamy smiles while merchants cursed him for stealing cargo worth kingdoms. Your father spoke of him differently though, with restrained hatred sharpened by reluctant respect he refused to admit existed. “That boy is dangerous,” he once muttered after too much rum and too little sleep. “Not because he kills. Plenty of men kill. He’s dangerous because people want to follow him.”
You were seventeen when you first heard Jungkook’s name. You were twenty now, and somehow fate had dragged his ship directly into yours in the middle of a storm violent enough to swallow fleets whole.
“CAPTAIN!” One of your father’s men pointed toward the approaching vessel while panic spread immediately across the deck like spilled oil catching fire. Cannons rotated, sailors scrambled toward battle positions while others shouted over the storm trying to secure damaged rigging before the ship tore itself apart completely.
Your father emerged from his quarters with fury already carved into his face, long dark coat snapping violently in the wind behind him. The second his eyes landed on the Arirang, everything in him sharpened dangerously.
Then he noticed you standing there. The rage redirected instantly. “I told you to stay below deck.”
“And I told you storms are prettier up here, father.” You weren’t lying. From where you were standing, you could see everything perfectly.
“This is not the time for your mouth.”
You rolled your eyes, turning towards the sea again. “When is it ever?”
“Enough.” Your father strode toward you through rain and smoke, seawater dripping from dark hair while thunder shook the sky overhead. Even exhausted and soaked through completely, he carried authority like a weapon. Men twice your size feared him instinctively, you had your entire life.
“I told you to get inside,” he ordered again, voice low enough to be dangerous.
“I can fight.”
“You can obey.” obey. obey. obey - your life story, to shut your mouth and obey.
“I am not a child.”
“No,” he snapped sharply, stepping closer until you could feel the fury radiating from him despite the storm. “You are my daughter. Which means every man on that ship becomes a threat the second they realise who you are.”
You crossed your arms despite the freezing rain soaking through your sleeves, because refusing him had become an instinct years ago. “Maybe I’m tired of being treated like something breakable, as though I’m not capable of protecting my ship as-well as my life.”
Your father’s jaw tightened immediately, that familiar look crossing his face - equal parts frustration and fear he never admitted existed. “The sea breaks everyone eventually.”
“Maybe I’d rather it break me than lock me below deck forever.”
“Do you think this is about control?” His patience was thinning now, with the Arirang close by and the storm worsening? you were bound to be doomed.
“Isn’t it always?” Another wave crashed violently against the ship hard enough to shake the deck beneath your feet, but neither of you moved. Around you, sailors rushed frantically preparing for battle while cannons were loaded and ropes secured, yet somehow this argument still felt louder than the storm itself.
“You know nothing about what men become during war,” your father said finally, quieter now but somehow more frightening because of it.
“I know exactly what men become during war,” you answered immediately, anger now quickly building up inside you. “I was raised by them.”
Something flickered across his expression then. Hurt maybe. Regret? It disappeared too quickly to study properly. “This conversation ends now.”
You scoff, not surprised your words were enough to shut him up. “Convenient.”
Before he could answer, a cannon blast exploded through the storm violently enough to rattle your bones. The entire ship shook beneath you while screams erupted across the deck. Splintered wood burst through smoke and rain as sailors stumbled backward from the impact. Somewhere above, ropes snapped loudly enough to sound like gunfire. Another cannon roared from the Arirang. Then another. War, as always, came quickly at sea.
The Arirang tore through rain and smoke like something alive, black sails towering against lightning while men moved across its deck with terrifying precision. Even from this distance, you could see the crimson insignia painted near the mast - a crown dripping blood. As far as you knew, around 120 men worked on that ship alongside Jungkook, yet you’d heard that he’d chosen another six sailors to actually command with him, the ones he trusted the most, allegedly.
Cannons erupted from both ships, explosions shaking the ocean itself while smoke swallowed the storm whole. Sailors shouted over one another carrying ammunition, dragging injured men across bloody wood while seawater mixed with blood near your boots. Yet somehow, your attention fixed entirely on one thing.
Him.
Jungkook stood at the helm like the storm belonged to him, tattooed hands gripping the wheel steadily while rain soaked through dark hair hanging across his forehead. He was younger than you expected, that thought struck first. Not soft - never soft - but young enough to still carry traces of boyhood beneath the brutality carved into him.
Gold rings flashed beneath lightning while black ink crawled up one arm disappearing beneath rolled sleeves. He stood unnervingly calm while chaos exploded around him, expression unreadable as cannons roared beside his crew.
Then he looked directly at you. Your breath caught instantly. Impossible. At this distance? Through smoke and rain and darkness? Yet somehow his gaze found yours immediately, sharp enough to feel physical. You should have looked away, every instinct screamed at you to move, but you didn’t.
Something dangerous passed between you then. Recognition maybe, curiosity? The strange terrifying awareness of meeting someone who might ruin, or even end your life completely. A cannon fired beside you suddenly, shattering the moment violently while smoke burst across the deck thick enough to choke on. Your father grabbed your arm hard enough to bruise. “Inside. Now.”
You yanked your arm free immediately despite the pain. “Stop treating me like I’m helpless.”
“And stop acting like the world won’t destroy you for being careless.”
“You think hiding me below deck changes anything?”
“It keeps you breathing.” Hardly, you’ve been the target countless times during a battle or raids, the perfect hostage for any sailor who craves your father’s treasure.
“You mean controlled.” Your tone was accusing, but not untrue.
His expression darkened instantly, eyes narrowing with dangerous warning. “This is not the conversation to have during a battle.”
“Then maybe stop starting them.” For half a second, genuine anger flashed across his face - not captain’s anger, but father’s frustration. The kind he only showed you when you pushed too far beneath his skin. Then another cannon blast interrupted everything again, your father turned sharply toward the battle while smoke swallowed the deck.
Across the storm, Jungkook smiled. Not kindly, not cruelly either, but like he had just discovered something interesting. Like really seeing you there during battle amused him more than it should have. And somehow, despite everything happening around you, your pulse betrayed you instantly.
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Your father barked another order across the deck while sailors rushed past carrying cannon ammunition through smoke thick enough to burn your lungs, but your attention remained fixed entirely on the man standing aboard the Arirang. Jungkook still watched you like the battle around him was background noise instead of active warfare.
Rain slid down the sharp line of his jaw while lightning flashed across tattooed skin disappearing beneath his soaked shirt. Even from this distance there was something deeply unsettling about the way he carried himself - too calm, too confident, too alive in the middle of destruction. Men screamed around him, cannons exploded beside him, the ocean itself looked seconds away from swallowing both ships whole, yet he stood there smiling faintly like this was all some entertaining game only he understood properly.
Your pulse hammered painfully beneath your ribs because there was something horribly intimate about being noticed during chaos. Like out of everyone aboard your father’s ship, Jungkook had chosen you immediately. Another cannon blast shook the deck hard enough to send sailors stumbling sideways, but your eyes never left his. You hated yourself for it instantly. Hated the heat curling low in your stomach despite the freezing rain soaking through your clothes completely. Hated the dangerous curiosity spreading beneath your skin every time his gaze found yours again. Most of all, you hated that part of you wanted him to keep looking, wanted his eyes to keep raking over every inch of your soaking skin.
“MOVE!” Your father shoved one of the sailors away from falling debris before turning toward you again with fury written across every sharp line of his face. “This is the last time, y/n. Below deck now before I lock you there myself.”
“You’re impossible,” you snapped back immediately, raising your voice over the storm while seawater crashed violently across the ship around you.
“And you are too reckless.”
“You raised me this way.” The words struck harder than intended. Your father froze briefly, rain dripping from dark hair while cannon smoke curled around both of you thick enough to blur the world. For one small second, something almost guilty flickered across his face before disappearing beneath anger again. “I raised you to survive.”
“No,” you answered sharply, chest tightening painfully. “You raised me to obey.”
Another explosion erupted nearby, sending splintered wood flying across the deck while sailors shouted warnings over one another. Your father stepped closer instantly, lowering his voice despite the chaos surrounding you. “You think I keep you hidden because I underestimate you?”
“Don’t you?”
“I keep you hidden because this world destroys women first.” The confession caught you off guard immediately, he rarely spoke honestly enough for his words to hurt.
“And men?” you asked quietly.
Your father looked toward the Arirang briefly before answering. “Men become monsters trying to survive it.” Then his eyes found Jungkook standing across the storm. “Especially men like him.”
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Across the water, Jungkook leaned slightly against the helm while Taehyung appeared beside him laughing about something completely unrelated to the battle, because apparently pirates aboard the Arirang treated warfare like a casual inconvenience instead of near death.
“Oh? has someone caught your eye, jungkook?” Taehyung remarked with obvious amusement while reloading his pistol lazily. Everyone on the Arirang knew about their captain’s growing interest in you, it was no secret between them that Jungkook was determined to get his hands on you, and not let go. “She’s pretty enough to drown over.”
Jungkook ignored him entirely, eyes still fixed on you standing soaked through beside Captain Seo. There was something deeply wrong about the image in front of him. Captain Seo was notorious for brutality, for cruelty sharpened into leadership through fear and bloodshed. Men like him kept daughters hidden behind locked doors and political marriages, not standing openly on battle decks during storms with fury burning in their eyes brighter than lightning.
Yet there you were refusing to retreat even while cannons fired close enough to kill you instantly. Interesting. Very interesting.
“You’re doing the thing again,” Taehyung continued, grinning wider when Jungkook finally looked toward him.
“What thing.”
“The obsessive thing.” Even though Taehyung was still a sailor supposed to serve and obey jungkook, he didn’t hesitate to call him out on anything.
Jungkook’s eyes immediately went dark, his tongue poking his cheek. “I am not obsessed.”
Taehyung’s eyebrows rose at his denial. “You’ve kept your eyes on her for nearly two full minutes during active combat.”
Jungkook rolled his eyes immediately. “She’s Captain Seo’s daughter.”
“Exactly,” Taehyung answered dramatically. “Which means this ends terribly for everyone involved.”
Somewhere nearby, Jimin laughed loudly enough to be heard over cannonfire while Hoseok shouted from the rigging about damaged sails. The crew moved seamlessly around Jungkook despite the storm, each man terrifyingly capable in his own way. They were pirates, yes, but more than that - survivors tied together by loyalty stronger than blood. Jungkook trusted them with his life. There were few people in the world he could say that about anymore.
Another blast rocked the ship violently while Namjoon approached the helm carrying maps soaked nearly beyond recognition. “The storm’s getting worse,” he warned calmly despite the chaos around him. “If we continue this fight much longer, both ships sink before dawn.”
Jungkook finally tore his eyes away from you long enough to glance toward the horizon where waves rose taller by the minute. He knew Namjoon was right. Continuing this battle would be reckless even for him. But something stubborn twisted inside his chest at the thought of leaving now.
“Board them, then.” Jimin suggested casually while wiping blood from his mouth like he had simply bitten his tongue instead of surviving a fight. “Seo’s crew is already scrambling.”
“And drown halfway there?” Yoongi muttered from nearby while reloading another pistol with practiced calm.
“You looked personally offended when the girl almost got hit by that cannon blast.”
Jungkook’s jaw tightened immediately, because unfortunately they were not wrong. When debris exploded near you moments earlier, genuine panic had shot through him before he could stop it. Ridiculous.
He did not know you. He barely knew your face. Yet something about watching you stand there beneath the storm made his chest feel painfully tight in ways he disliked immediately. “Not tonight,” Jungkook decided finally, voice quieter now. “We pull back before the storm worsens.”
Taehyung smirked instantly. “Ah. So we’re sparing Captain Seo because his daughter has pretty eyes.”
“We’re sparing Captain Seo because I enjoy surviving.”
“Sure,” Jimin answered with a grin. “That’s definitely the reason.”
The Arirang began turning slowly through the storm while cannonfire finally lessened between both ships, though tension still hung heavy across the ocean thick enough to choke on. You watched the movement carefully, confusion tightening your chest immediately because Jungkook had the advantage now. Your father’s ship had taken heavier damage. Several cannons were unusable. Half the crew looked seconds away from collapsing from exhaustion. If the Arirang continued attacking, there was a real possibility your father would lose.
Yet somehow Jungkook chose retreat instead. Your father noticed it too.
“Coward,” one of the sailors muttered nearby under his breath while watching the pirate ship disappear slowly into rain and darkness. “No,” your father answered coldly, eyes narrowed toward the horizon. “Strategist. He’s intelligent.”
The word settled heavily in your stomach because there had been nothing cowardly about the way Jungkook looked at you moments earlier. If anything, he looked dangerously certain, like meeting you had changed something inside him already. The thought should have terrified you more than it did. Instead, warmth spread low beneath your ribs remembering the faint curve of his mouth during battle.
Remembering the way his eyes held yours through smoke and thunder like he could see straight through every wall you spent years building around yourself. You hated how quickly your body responded to the memory. Hated the way your pulse still raced violently despite the battle ending.
Your father turned toward you sharply then, expression unreadable beneath rainwater and exhaustion. “You were looking at him.”
The accusation landed instantly. “No, I looked at an enemy ship.”
“No,” he answered quietly enough to frighten you more than shouting would have. “You looked at him.”
Before he could say anything, you turned away from the railing and went down below deck to your quarters. Your father’s eyes followed you the whole time, trying to figure something out.
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Your father’s accusation followed you long after the storm finally settled into uneasy silence. Even hours later, after sailors stopped shouting and the wounded were dragged below deck for treatment, the words still echoed painfully inside your head. You looked at him. The problem was that your father was right, and both of you knew it. You had looked at Jungkook too long. Longer than necessary. Longer than safe.
There had been hundreds of things demanding your attention during battle - blood soaking through the deck, cannons splitting wood apart, sailors screaming through smoke thick enough to suffocate on - yet somehow your focus narrowed entirely onto one man standing across the ocean like the storm itself answered to him. You hated how easily he lingered in your thoughts afterward. Hated the way your body betrayed you every single time you remembered his eyes finding yours through rain and darkness.
Your quarters felt unbearably small that night. Candlelight flickered softly against wooden walls while the ship creaked beneath restless waves, but sleep refused to come no matter how tightly you shut your eyes. Every time you tried, all you saw was Jungkook standing soaked by rain with gold rings flashing beneath lightning and that infuriating almost-smile tugging at his mouth like he already knew something about you no one else did.
Worse, your mind kept replaying the exact moment his gaze dragged slowly down your body - brief enough to deny, deliberate enough to ruin you completely. No man had ever looked at you like that before. Not hungry exactly, not soft either, like he wanted to take you apart carefully just to see what lived beneath all your sharp edges. The realization made heat crawl beneath your skin despite the cold air filling your cabin, your cheeks flushed as you began to think about how those gold rings would feel against the soft skin of your-
A sharp knock sounded against your door suddenly, pulling you violently from your thoughts before they could spiral further into dangerous territory. “Come in,” you called quickly, forcing your voice steady while sitting upright on the edge of your bed. The door opened immediately, revealing your father standing there looking older than usual beneath dim candlelight.
Exhaustion carved harsh shadows beneath his eyes while fresh cuts lined one hand from the battle repairs still happening above deck. For a moment neither of you spoke. Silence between you always felt heavier than arguments somehow. Your father finally stepped inside slowly, shutting the door behind him while the storm outside groaned softly against the ship. “You disobeyed me today,” he said at last, voice calmer now but no less dangerous because of it.
You crossed your arms instinctively. “You noticed.”
“Do not start again, y/n.” His exhausted tone made you almost feel bad, almost.
“Then do not come here looking for another fight.”
His jaw tightened immediately. “You think this is amusing?”
“No,” you answered quietly, anger slipping through despite yourself. “Usually your anger isn’t amusing at all.” Another silence settled heavily between you. Your father moved toward the small table near the window where maps and books he had purchased for you lay scattered carelessly across the surface.
His fingers brushed one absentmindedly before he spoke again. “Do you know what pirates do with daughters of rival captains?” The question sent something uneasy twisting through your stomach instantly because you understood what he was really asking. Do you understand what kind of man Jungkook is? You did know what they did; rape, extortion, kidnapping, murder.
You swallowed carefully before answering. “I know what you do with rival captains.”
Your father’s eyes darkened immediately.
“You think because I taught you navigation and knives that the sea will spare you?” he asked quietly, turning toward you fully now. “It won’t. Men out there would tear kingdoms apart for leverage.”
“And what about you?” The words escaped before you could stop them. “What exactly am I here for besides leverage?” The room went completely still. Your father stared at you as if the question physically struck him somewhere deep beneath years of hardened cruelty. For one devastating second, genuine hurt crossed his face so openly it nearly shattered your anger completely.
Then it vanished again beneath the familiar coldness he wore like armor. “You are my daughter.”
“You are my captain before anything else.” The honesty between you suddenly felt unbearable. You watched his throat tighten slightly while he looked away toward the window where black ocean stretched endlessly beyond the glass.
“Do you think I wanted this life for you?” he asked eventually, voice rougher now. Your mother had died soon after your birth. There was no one your father trusted enough on land to keep you, so he took you with him, forever cursing you to a life of danger, uncertainty, and overall lack of peace.
“I think you stopped asking what I wanted years ago.” Another painful silence followed immediately. Somewhere above deck sailors shouted while ropes strained against wind, but inside your cabin everything narrowed painfully between you and the man who raised you to survive without ever teaching you how to feel safe.
“The Arirang has been spotted near Blackwater Port,” your father finally said, changing the subject so abruptly it almost gave you whiplash. “We dock tomorrow.”
Your pulse betrayed you instantly. Your father noticed, of course he did, he was surely not going to let this go. His eyes narrowed slowly while suspicion sharpened across his expression like a drawn blade.
“I know you looked at him too long,” he repeated quietly.
Heat rushed violently into your face. Damn you. “I told you i looked at an enemy ship, our enemy.”
“You were looking at him, the whole time. Not at the ship. I may be ageing, y/n, but my eyes do not deceive me yet.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“Men like Jeon Jungkook survive because they know how to charm weakness out of people to get what they want.” Something sharp flared inside your chest immediately at his words.
“Maybe people follow him because he treats them like people, not like conveniences.” The second the words left your mouth, regret crashed into you hard enough to hurt. You didn’t even know Jungkook, only that he was an enemy, but here you were defending him?
Your father stared at you in complete silence afterward, but somehow that silence frightened you more than shouting ever could. The hurt disappeared entirely from his face then, replaced instead by something colder. Disappointment maybe. Betrayal.
“Careful,” he warned softly, and somehow the quietness of it made your stomach twist harder than rage would have. “You know nothing about that boy.”
“And you do?”
“Enough.” He stepped toward the door slowly before stopping beside it without turning around. “Blackwater Port is full of men waiting for opportunities. You will remain beside the crew while we dock.”
“I am not a prisoner.”
“No,” he answered flatly. “You are my daughter. Which means people will use you the second I stop protecting you.”
“Protecting?” You laughed bitterly despite yourself. “Is that what this is?” Your father finally looked back at you then, exhaustion dragging heavily across his face.
“One day you will understand the difference between control and fear.”
“And one day maybe you’ll understand they feel exactly the same.” The words landed brutally between both of you, he said nothing afterward, just opened the door and left quietly while your chest ached with emotions too tangled to separate properly.
The second he disappeared, frustration crashed through you violently enough to steal your breath. You shoved away from the bed immediately and crossed toward the window, pressing your palms against cold wood while staring out at the dark endless ocean. Everything inside you felt restless suddenly. Angry, lonely, guilty.
Because part of you understood your father’s fear even while resenting it completely. The world was dangerous for women like you. Men would use you against him if given the chance. But another part of you burned with fury, because survival had become your entire life before you even had the opportunity to choose anything else for yourself. And somewhere beneath all of that confusion lived the far more dangerous truth - the thought of seeing Jungkook again sent heat curling through your body so intensely it frightened you.
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Blackwater Port smelled like smoke, whiskey, sweat, seawater, and sin. You loved it instantly. Music spilled from crowded taverns into narrow streets while merchants shouted over one another selling stolen goods beside crates of fresh fish and expensive fabrics. Pirates wandered openly here because no kingdom held authority strong enough to stop them. Wanted posters decorated walls like artwork while drunken sailors laughed loudly enough to drown out crashing harbor waves nearby.
Your father hated this place, which made you enjoy it even more. “Stay close, miss.” one of the crewmen warned while escorting you through crowded streets lined with gambling dens and overflowing taverns.
You grinned, too focused on the wild ambience around you to consider his words. “I know how ports work.”
The crewman just shook his head, he had known you for long enough to know you weren’t sensible at all. “You know how trouble works too, and yet somehow you still run toward it.”
“Maybe trouble is more interesting than being guarded constantly.” To you, it was true. You were sick of being followed around everywhere even through adulthood, sick of being treated as if you could not handle yourself.
“Your father specifically said not to let you wander.”
“My father says many things.”
The sailor sighed dramatically like he already regretted being assigned this responsibility. You hid your smile beneath your hood while weaving through crowded market stalls overflowing with stolen jewelry and imported silks. Blackwater felt alive in ways most ports didn’t. Messy, dangerous, honest about its corruption instead of hiding it beneath noble titles and polished manners.
Women laughed loudly here, men fought openly. Nobody pretended morality mattered more than survival, it should have felt ugly and uncivilised. Instead, freedom pulsed through the streets like another heartbeat entirely. You nearly forgot all about the night before while wandering through crowded alleys drenched in golden lanternlight. You nearly forgot about Jungkook, too, until you noticed sailors whispering suddenly near the docks.
“The Arirang arrived this morning.” Your pulse stumbled immediately. “Captain Jeon’s crew took half the eastern taverns already.” Heat curled low in your stomach before you could stop it. The Arirang was here. Jungkook was here, somehow that realization felt less like danger and more like temptation.
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The Arirang cut through Blackwater Port like it had never needed permission to exist in anyone’s waters, and the moment it anchored, the entire harbor changed its rhythm without asking. You noticed it in the way conversations lowered without stopping, in the way merchants suddenly looked twice before shouting prices, in the way sailors stopped laughing mid-sentence as if something in the air had reminded them that survival was not guaranteed here.
The ship itself was darker than anything around it, sails heavy and still like they were holding their breath, ropes creaking softly under the wind as if even wood understood who had arrived. At its edge stood Jungkook, not announcing himself, not performing authority, simply being it in a way that made everything else feel temporary. He didn’t move much at first, just scanned the harbor slowly, deliberately, like he already knew every person watching him was pretending not to.
Then his gaze shifted, cutting through distance, noise, and motion with a precision that felt almost unfair. When it landed on you, everything inside your chest tightened instantly, sharp and involuntary, like your body recognized something your mind refused to name. You told yourself it was anger, you told yourself it was caution, but neither explanation accounted for the heat creeping beneath your skin.
Jungkook didn’t smile, didn’t change his expression dramatically, but something in his eyes shifted - like confirmation, like memory returning, like he had already carried your image with him since the storm. You hated how your breath slowed instead of quickened, how your body didn’t move away even though every instinct said you should. That single second stretched longer than it had any right to, and when he finally moved again, it was only slightly, enough to make it feel like the world had chosen sides.
Your father instantly stepped up beside you like a storm given human shape, and you felt his presence before he spoke, heavy and controlled in a way that always meant he was calculating damage before it happened. His eyes locked onto the Arirang immediately, narrowing in recognition so sharp it looked almost like pain disguised as anger. “So he’s here,” he said quietly, though nothing about his tone was calm beneath the surface.
You didn’t look at him, not yet, because your attention still refused to detach from the ship across the water, from the man who stood there like he had no fear of anything alive or dead. “He was always going to come here eventually,” you answered, your voice steadier than you felt, because admitting uncertainty in front of your father always felt like surrendering something permanent.
“You say that like you’ve been expecting him,” He replied, and there was something in that observation that made your throat tighten slightly.
“I expect all threats eventually,” you said carefully, finally turning your head just enough to meet his eyes. That was a mistake, because he was already watching you instead of the ship.
“That is not what I asked,” he said, quieter now, more controlled, and somehow worse because of it. The wind between you both felt colder suddenly, like it had heard too much. “Do not look at him again,” your father added, not as a request, not even as an order spoken loudly enough for others to hear, but as something more personal than either of you liked acknowledging. You almost laughed at that, almost, because it was already too late for commands like that to mean anything.
Across the harbor, Jungkook had shifted slightly again, and you felt it immediately before you saw it - that subtle awareness, like his attention had sharpened even further as if he could sense the exact moment your father had spoken. And then Jungkook looked at you again, properly this time, longer than before, slower than before, like he was studying something that had already decided not to leave his thoughts easily.
The distance between ships meant nothing anymore. Not in the way it should have. Not in the way logic insisted it did. Because the moment Jungkook held your gaze this time, it didn’t feel like observation - it felt like intrusion, like he had stepped too close without moving his body. You felt it in your ribs first, then lower, then everywhere at once, an unsettling awareness that made your pulse behave incorrectly. His expression didn’t change much, but there was something undeniably focused in it now, something that made your skin feel too exposed even though you were fully clothed, fully aware, fully in control of absolutely nothing.
You should have turned away, you should have stepped back toward your father, toward the safety of structure and authority and rules you understood. Instead, you stayed exactly where you were, and that fact alone made something dangerous settle into place between you and the ship. Jungkook leaned slightly forward on the ship’s railing, just enough to shift the angle of his presence, and your breath caught immediately when you realized he was no longer simply looking at you - he was acknowledging you. Like the storm had not ended for him, like it had simply changed shape.
His lips parted slightly as if he might say something, though distance made it impossible to hear, and still you had the irrational certainty that whatever he was thinking was meant specifically for you. Behind you, your father’s voice lowered again, tighter now. “We leave this port tomorrow.” You didn’t respond immediately, because your attention was still trapped across the water. “Do you hear me?” he pressed.
“Yes,” you answered finally, though it sounded like it came from somewhere else entirely. Jungkook’s gaze held yours a moment longer, and then - slowly, deliberately - he tilted his head just slightly, as if acknowledging something unspoken between you. It wasn’t a greeting, or invitation. Something sharper, something that felt far too close to understanding. Then he turned away from the edge of the ship, but not before that final second of contact burned itself into you like it had weight.
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Night fell over Blackwater Port like a curtain that did not care what it covered. The harbor lights flickered against dark water, ships creaking softly in their moorings, voices fading into tavern walls and alleyways. You should have been asleep, you should have been anywhere else. Instead, you found yourself walking alone along the quieter edge of the docks, hood drawn up, footsteps slow and deliberate as if you were testing whether the ground itself would betray you. You told yourself you were thinking clearly. You told yourself you were simply restless after the day’s tension. But every step felt like it was leading somewhere you had already been warned not to go.
And then you saw him again. Not on his ship this time. On the dock below it. Jungkook stood partially in shadow, one hand resting loosely against a wooden post as if he had been waiting without urgency, without doubt, without concern for time at all. When he looked up and saw you, there was no surprise in his face. Only confirmation again, like earlier. Like always. “You came,” he said, voice low enough that it barely carried over the water.
전정국 x fem!reader | drugdealer!jk • intrusive thoughts heaven •
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• the kind of man everyone warns you about
— everybody tells you not to get involved with jungkook. he has the exact kind of reputation that follows people into rooms before they even arrive — whispered conversations, dangerous stories, late-night rumors about money and fights and people being a little too scared of him.
— and honestly? the warnings should work. except then you actually meet him, and suddenly he’s leaning against the hood of a black car outside some dimly lit convenience store at two in the morning, tattooed fingers flipping a lighter open and closed while he watches you with those unreadable dark eyes.
— calm. lazy. way too attractive to be trusted. he talks to you like he already knows you’re going to become a problem for him.
— little smirks. quiet teasing. the kind of eye contact that lasts slightly too long.
— the worst part? he never flirts obviously, he just stands too close, looks at your mouth while you talk, lets his hand brush your waist casually when he moves past you.
— small things. subtle things. which somehow affect you more.
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• late-night drives with dealer jk
— being alone with jungkook at night feels dangerous in a way that’s difficult to explain. there’s always music playing quietly in his car, always city lights reflecting against his rings while he drives one-handed through empty streets like he owns them.
— and he drives like he does everything else: completely calm. completely confident. half the time he doesn’t even look at the road when he talks to you, his attention keeps shifting back toward you instead.
— especially when you’re dressed up. he notices immediately, that slow glance up and down before his jaw tightens slightly and he looks away again like he’s forcing himself to stay normal about it.
— then later he’ll casually say something that completely ruins you. “you know you make it so hard to focus, right?”
— meanwhile HE’S the one sitting there looking unfairly good beneath streetlights with veins visible beneath tattooed hands and his chain resting against tan skin where his shirt hangs open slightly. it’s impossible not to stare at him, and he knows it.
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• the kind of tension that feels addictive
— being around jungkook feels like making bad decisions on purpose. not because he pressures you into anything — honestly, he barely tries at all — but because everything about him pulls people in naturally. the confidence. the quietness. the way he watches instead of talks.
— he’s usually leaning somewhere when you see him. outside clubs at impossible hours, against black cars with cigarette smoke curling into cold air, in crowded kitchens during parties while everyone else gets louder and messier around him.
— and somehow, despite all the noise, he always notices you immediately. every single time. his eyes find yours across rooms like instinct. then comes that look. slow, heavy, completely unreadable unless you know him well enough to catch the tiny shift in his expression whenever you walk closer.
— because that’s the thing nobody tells you about jungkook: he’s patient, dangerously patient. he likes tension. likes dragging things out until every interaction starts feeling charged.
— small touches become unbearable with him. his hand brushing against your lower back while passing behind you in crowded rooms, his fingers lingering against yours slightly too long when handing you a lighter, his knee pressed against yours in the passenger seat while he drives through empty streets at night.
— none of it should matter that much. except with jungkook, every tiny thing feels intentional.
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• soft moments with dealer jk nobody else sees
— nobody expects softness from him, that’s why it feels so intense when it happens. because outside of private moments, jungkook always seems untouchable — detached, hard to read, constantly in control of himself.
— then suddenly it’s three in the morning and you’re sitting beside him on the floor of his apartment kitchen eating takeout while he rests his head against your shoulder silently. completely exhausted. completely real.
— he gets quieter around you during moments like that. less teasing, less attitude.
— sometimes he’ll just watch you talk with this strange softness in his eyes like he can’t believe he lets himself relax around someone this much.
— and when he touches you then? it feels different too. slower, warmer, intentional.
— his hand sliding over your knee beneath the table absentmindedly, fingers tracing lazy circles against your wrist while listening to you speak, forehead resting briefly against yours when the conversation dies down naturally.
— those moments are probably the most dangerous thing about him. not the reputation. not the rumors. the fact that beneath all of it, he lets you see the version of him nobody else gets close enough to touch.
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• dealer jk when he gets possessive
— jungkook isn’t loud when he’s jealous, he becomes calmer, which somehow feels much more dangerous.
— you notice it immediately too. the way his expression stills slightly when somebody touches your waist too casually at parties, the way he watches conversations from across rooms while swirling whiskey around expensive glasses slowly, the way his jaw shifts once before he finally walks over.
— then suddenly he’s standing behind you. one hand settling low against your hip, rings cold through thin fabric, his chest brushing lightly against your back while he leans down just enough for his voice to hit your ear quietly.
— “you done talking to him?” simple. controlled. possessive enough to make your stomach tighten instantly.
— afterward? he gets quieter with you, which is always a bad sign. because silent jungkook means he’s thinking too much.
— you’ll end up alone together eventually — maybe in his car, maybe outside some crowded party where music still vibrates faintly through walls — and he’ll just look at you for a second too long before speaking.
— “you like making me jealous?” the scariest thing is that he never sounds angry, just affected, like he hates how easily you get under his skin.
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• the version of dealer jk nobody else gets
— despite everything people say about him, jungkook is strangely soft with you when nobody’s around. not openly affectionate, not dramatic, just quieter. more honest.
— sometimes after long nights, he’ll sit beside you on the couch with his head tipped back and eyes closed while your fingers move through his hair slowly. completely exhausted, completely relaxed for once. he trusts you in ways he doesn’t trust anyone else.
— which honestly feels more intimate than anything physical ever could. because this is the version of him nobody sees: the one who lets his guard down around you, the one who reaches for your hand absentmindedly while half asleep, the one who stares at you silently like he’s still confused by how badly he wants someone in his life.
— every now and then, during those quiet moments when the world finally stops demanding things from him, he’ll pull you closer against his chest and murmur softly against your hair: “you’re dangerous for me, you know that?”
— except he never sounds afraid of it. if anything, he sounds addicted.
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• dealer jk when he finally loses patience
— the thing about jungkook is that he stays patient for a long time. too patient.
— he lets tension build until it becomes unbearable for both of you. months of lingering stares, close calls, almost touches, conversations that feel way too charged for no reason.
— then one night something shifts. maybe someone else touches you too casually at a party. maybe you tease him once too many times. maybe he’s just finally tired of pretending he’s unaffected.
— whatever it is — suddenly his composure cracks. not loudly or dramatically, just quietly.
— he’d pull you somewhere private with one hand firm against your waist, expression darker than usual while the noise of the party fades behind you both.
— and for the first time, he stops pretending not to want you. his eyes drop to your mouth openly, his fingers tighten slightly against your hips, his breathing slows like he’s actively holding himself back.
— “you really don’t know what you do to me?” low voice. steady eye contact. the kind of tension that makes your stomach flip instantly.
— honestly? moments with jungkook always feel like standing too close to something dangerous on purpose.
You are a pirate captain’s daughter caught between your father’s war and Jungkook, the enemy captain you shouldn’t want. After a battle at sea, you’re taken aboard his ship, where tension, loyalty, and attraction blur into something you can’t escape.
전정국 x fem!reader | pirate!au • mentions of pistols • angst • sexism • smut • kidnapping/hostage • 1600s •
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