but here it is! I cant find the original gif that was submitted but here’s the full text:
Ooooo I love this prompt
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“Fuck! What do you mean it’s stuck??” you yell at the door, trying the doorknob for the 20th time. The little push lock wasn’t coming undone and the door was surprisingly sturdy. No amount of shoving into it from you or Yoongi was making it budge.
“I-I don’t know! I’m gonna go get Namjoon. Don’t move!” shouts Jimin, his voice muffled through the door.
“You’re leaving??”
“Don’t worry! Jungkook’s here! Umm….well he’s passed out, but he’s here! I’ll be right back!”
You hear the door to the apartment swing closed and then nothing. Fuck. How the hell did this happen?? It was supposed to be a chill evening with your friends but Namjoon brought gin and then Jin brought Yoongi… and now you’re trapped in your bathroom with him. You scowl in his direction where he’s perched on the edge of your bathtub, calm as ever.
“You have any ideas? It’s your fault we’re in here anyway!” you say, your tone biting. You cross your arms and wait for a reaction. His eyes roll over you slowly until he meets your gaze.
“My fault? If you hadn’t been flirting with me then Jimin wouldn’t have gotten the bright idea to shove me in here with you.” He fiddles with one of his silver rings, the fringe of his mint hair obscuring his gaze. Your cheeks flush at his explanation of the events that went down tonight.
“I wasn’t actually flirting with you, Yoongi. It was only funny because I hate you,” you spit, turning your back to him.
“Mhm, right. You hate me.” Something about his tone of voice makes you a little nervous. What was he getting at?
“Um yeah….you’re a jerk,” you say, noticing the sound of him standing from him spot on the bathtub.
“Jeez, Y/N. I told you that you were annoying once! You were being loud and weird and you were super drunk. It’s not that big of a deal,” he explains. You can practically hear the nonchalant smirk in his voice.
“Oh so you do know what you did? Nice,” you say, turning to face him again.
“It was months and months ago. Relax. You’re so high strung,” he teases, running a hand through his hair.
“Relax? God you’re such a jerk.” He’s quiet after that one, save for the chuckle he gives under his breath.
“If I’m such a jerk, why were you flirting with me tonight?” His accusation makes your cheeks burn, but you know it’s all in your head. Sure, Yoongi’s hot but he’s a dick.
“I wasn’t. Jimin just likes to tease me.” You control your breathing, wondering if he’ll drop it but his gaze stays on you.
“Mhm…and last weekend? The Wednesday before? Just messing around too, right?” Your jaw drops partially at his accusations and the rest of you shocked at his memory. You can be flirty when you’re drunk, but it’s to anyone, not just him, right?
“Y…yeah…why?” you ask, wondering if he has a point to putting you on blast like this. He steps forward a little, his fingers toying with the edge of a handowel on the counter by the sink.
“Cause I think you like that I’m a jerk.” Your heart skips a beat and you realize, even if he is a total jerk, a little piece of him is right. Some part of you likes when he rolls his eyes, and scoffs at a joke, and looks you up and down like he’s doing right now.
You shake your head no and open your mouth to protest but he’s already seen your reaction.
“See? Like that. I call you out, maybe am a little rude about it, and you blush,” he says. You swallow hard, especially after you catch the smirk he’s wearing. He steps a little closer to you in the tiny bathroom and suddenly you’re wondering why the hell you can’t seem to think of a comeback.
“You blush, you can’t meet my gaze…” He dips his head a little lower, catching your eyes before you can’t help but look away. He chuckles again, stepping forward once more so your back has met the jammed door. He’s a few inches taller than you and you can’t help but feel small when he’s got you cornered like this. Why the hell aren’t you mad about it though? He takes one of his hands from his pockets and presses it to the door frame next to your head. He leans into his casual stance, watching how you tense up and bite nervously at your lips.
“And you get all cute and quiet, like you’re nervous.”
“Y…Yoongi-“
“I’m right, aren’t I?” His question catches you off guard and you look up at him, taken back by the way he’s staring at your mouth. You realize you’re biting your lip and drop it from between your teeth. He takes his hand and brings it to your cheek, his thumb moving to rub just under your lower lip.
“….and you bite your lip.” You gulp, hoping it’s not as loud to him as it is in your head. “But I like that part the best.” Before you know it he’s closing the gap between you, his lips pressing to yours firmly but sweetly. He kisses you, stealing your breath even more than he already has.
“You like it, don’t you?” You think for a second, knowing you’re already past the point of no return. There’s no way he’d believe you if you tried to lie and say you didn’t like it. You nod, letting your hands move from your sides up to his hips, gently pulling him a little closer to you.
“I knew it.” He kisses you again, this time a little less chaste. His tongue grazes at your lips and you gladly part for him. You breathe in slowly when his tongue teases your own, your grip on the waist of his rough jeans tightening. He bites at your lower lip, holding it between his teeth and slowly letting you pull away. He looks down at you, his other hand moving from the door to the small of your back, pressing you against his body. He smirks,
Description: You knew Jin loved challenges but you never thought you’d become one of them.
Main Pairing: Jin x Reader
Word Count: 2459
Still In Progress: 6/?
Namjoon laughed uncomfortably, rubbing the back of his neck, “What do you mean?” he questioned, avoiding eye contact.
“You know exactly what I mean. What does he want?” you repeated.
“Why would I know?” he breathed.
“Namjoon.” you snapped. He let out an awkward chuckle.
“C’mon Y/N, I don’t know much. Nobody tells me anything.” he mumbled, “Why do you think he’s talking to you? Maybe he likes you.”
“That’s what it looks like but does he actually? Yoongi seems to think he has bad intentions.”
Namjoon shrugged, “Ah… You know Yoongi, maybe he’s just jealous.”
“Yoongi doesn’t get jealous.” you pointed out.
“Aish. Damn it, Y/N, I really don’t know, okay?”
You cocked your head to the side, “Fine. One last question. Should I trust him?”
He quickly looked at his phone and pointed towards the door, “Well would you look at the time. I gotta go, I’ll see you later.” He nodded at your cello, “Play a little something, would you? It’ll relax you. Call me if you need any other type of help, baby girl.” He left the room and you sat glaring at the door for a minute before you gave in and picked up your cello.
Namjoon walked down the music hallway, over to his group of friends and pushed Seokjin against the wall.
“Call the bet off,” he demanded.
Jimin whined, “Aww no c’mon. None of you guys know how to have fun.” he pouted. Seokjin raised an eyebrow at Namjoon, both of them ignoring Jimin.
“Why should I?” Seokjin asked.
Hobi scoffed, “Other than the fact that it’s cruel?”
“I just had to lie to my best friend, a girl that I once had feelings for. Just so I wouldn’t fuck up your deranged little plan of making her fall in love with you just so you can win this stupid fucking bet. So I’m over it. I don’t want to have to lie, or avoid telling her the truth ever again, okay?” Namjoon growled before letting go of Seokjin. Seokjin brushed himself off and cocked his head to the side, peering at Namjoon before smirking and turning to the other boys.
“Let’s have a party.” he said, as one of the practice room doors opened. Yoongi stepped out, Tae close on his heels.
“A party?” Yoongi asked, raising an eyebrow as he adjusted his shirt. Tae smiled, his lips slightly swollen.
“Your house?” Seokjin asked, grinning.
“Isn’t it always at my house?” Yoongi rolled his eyes as he nodded his head toward the opening of the hallway, we’re gonna go to the benches to sit wanna come?” Everyone but Seokjin nodded and moved to follow him.
“I’ll meet up with you in a second,” he promised. After they left he wandered down the hall and poked his head into a practice room.
You jumped at the sound of the door opening, your bow stopping. Seokjin smiled at you.
“Hey, cupcake.” He closed the door behind him, “What are your plans for tonight?”
“Um… Probably nothing,” you admitted.
“Nothing? A pretty girl like you has nothing to do on a Friday night?” he asked, surprised. You shrugged, “Well, Yoongi’s having a party tonight. You should come. I’m sure he would want you there.”
You scowled, “Yeah, well, I don’t really care what Yoongi wants.” Seokjin raised an eyebrow.
“I want you there,” he said, offering another reason to go. You crossed your arms over your chest.
“Oh really? Why?” you asked, “Why do you want me there, Seokjin?”
“‘Cause I like you. You’re cute. And you have Namjoon and Yoongi wrapped around your little finger so you must be pretty great. You can call me Jin, by the way, cupcake.” He flashed you a dazzling smile.
“You can call me Y/N, not cupcake.” You smiled at him before rolling your eyes. Jin chuckled.
“Well, you should still come to the party. If not for me and Yoongi, Namjoon will be there. And Tae. Think about it, okay?” he pleaded. You huffed and nodded, looking down at your cello and beginning to play again. He stood there for a minute, “You play beautifully.” You paused and glared up at him.
“I started playing again cause I was done talking to you. As in you should leave. As in get out.” you snapped. He laughed and walked back to the door.
“I’ll see you later then?” he asked, grinning over his shoulder.
You shrugged again and waved your hand at him in an attempt to shoo him out. He chuckled and slipped out of the room, closing the door behind him.
You walked up your driveway, digging out your keys when you heard someone yell your name. You turned and saw Tae running to you from Yoongi’s house.
“Hey! You coming tonight?” he asked, beaming at you.
You laughed awkwardly, “Uh, no. I’m probably gonna go stay in my room all night and chill honestly.”
He pouted, “Aw, it’ll be really fun.”
“If it’s already fun then you don’t need me there.” you giggled.
“You’ll make it even more fun!”
You shook your head, “Sorry Tae Tae, not tonight. Maybe another time.” He pouted some more then waved and jogged back to Yoongi’s house. You went into your house and into your room, flopping down onto your bed. You heard your brother walk upstairs after a while.
“You coming tonight?” he asked, pausing in your doorway. You glanced up from your laptop and gave him a look that made him laugh, “Right. You don’t parties. See you later then.” You waved and closed your laptop, deciding to take a nap.
You were woken out of your nap by your phone buzzing nonstop.
From: Your Brother 11:46 PM
Y/N
From: Your Brother 11:46 PM
Come to tje partu
From: Your Brother 11:47 PM
Pkease
From: Your Brother 11:47 PM
Have some fin
From: Your Brother 11:48 PM
Y/NNNN
From: Your Brother 11:48 PM
Lol sorrt im drink poease come itd reallt fun
You stared at your phone for a minute before cursing and running downstairs. You stormed over to Yoongi’s house and banged on the door. Yoongi’s brother opened the door and grinned at you.
“Heyy, Y/N!” he greeted loudly, pulling you inside.
“Ah, hey Jun Ki. Where’s my brother?” you asked. He pursed his lips and scanned the room.
“He is…. Over there,” he grabbed your shoulders and turned you towards the kitchen, “Went in the kitchen.” You thanked him and pushed your way through people to get to the kitchen. He spotted you and smiled.
“Little sister!” he smirked. You scowled. From the way he was texting you would have expected him to be drunk off his ass but he was talking completely normal and seemed totally fine.
“Now now,” Jin’s voice came from your right, “Don’t get mad. I made him give me his phone and let me do whatever for three minutes because he lost a game. He hasn’t had anything to drink. Scouts honor.” You glared at him.
“So you thought it was a great idea for you to text me and get me all worried about my brother?” you snapped.
Jin shrugged, “Would you have come otherwise?”
You huffed, “I’m leaving.” Someone shouted in the other room and you jumped.
“Aw. Are you afraid?” Jin cocked his head to the side.
You ground your teeth together, “I’m not afraid. I’m just… Cautious.”
“Well stay and be cautious here with us.”
“No thanks,” you said quickly.
“Aish. Y/N I love you I really do but you think too much.” your brother pointed out, “Maybe you should drink.”
“You think I’ll only be fun if I drink?” you asked, slightly hurt.
“No no. I just… It’ll make you think less and will make you allow yourself to be more open to things you normally wouldn’t.” he explained quickly.
“You’re not drinking.”
He smiled, “I never think in the first place.” You groaned and glanced around the house. You locked eyes with Yoongi who was on a couch, a giggling girl kissing his neck. You glared at him and he froze. An arm slung over your shoulders.
“You came!” Tae exclaimed. He was very obviously drunk. You turned to him and saw him glance at the couch. His eyes darkened as he took another sip of the drink in his hand. He tore his eyes from Yoongi and beamed at you, “I’m so glad you’re here.” He dragged you out of the kitchen.
“Yah! Where are you going?” Jin protested. Tae stuck his tongue out and pulled you to a back room in Yoongi’s house.
He threw the door opened, “Look who I found!”
Namjoon smirked at you, “Baby girl! You gave in and came. Cute.”
You groaned again and pinched the bridge of your nose for a second, “I’m going to regret this.”
You spent the night in the back room of Yoongi’s house with Namjoon, Tae, Jimin, Jungkook, and Hoseok. You were passed between Hoseok and Namjoon, Namjoon wanting you on his lap and Hoseok wanting to dance with you. Tae stayed drinking and bubbly, though you could see in his eyes there was something wrong. Jimin was hanging onto Jungkook who kept shoving him off and whispering something sharply that made Jimin pout, but five minutes later would be all over him again.
You slipped out of Namjoon’s arms and stood up quietly, trying not to wake anyone up. Namjoon had fallen asleep holding you tight in his arms, Tae was curled up in a ball on the couch, Hobi was laying on the floor sprawled out, and Jimin was curled up in Jungkook’s lap. You collected all of the empty bottles in the room and carried them out into the kitchen to throw them away. When you walked back out of the kitchen you heard someone sigh and you jumped. Blinking and peering through the darkness you noticed Yoongi was sitting on the couch in the dark.
“What the hell are you doing?” you asked breathlessly, “You can’t just lurk in the dark like that.” You pressed a hand to your chest as if trying to prevent your heart from jumping out.
“It’s my house, I can lurk wherever the fuck I want,” he grumbled.
You rolled your eyes, “Okay,” you drew the word out, “Grumpy.” You started to walk away but stopped and whirled around, “Hey, what did you do to Tae?” you questioned.
Yoongi groaned, “Why the hell is everyone so worried about my damn love life? I didn’t do anything to him.”
“What did you say? I know what you did earlier, I saw you with that girl. He saw you with that girl. Now, I don’t know what’s going on between you two but he seemed hurt by that. I don’t know if you saw him at all but he was trashed and if I’m right that’s because of something you did or said to him.”
“I need a cigarette.” he huffed, pushing off the couch.
“Min Yoongi.” you snapped.
“Fine! I told him that he needs to stop getting attached to me, okay? He said something cute and coupley and I panicked. Do you get it now? Jesus.” he dug into his pocket for a pack of cigarettes and made for the door.
You grabbed his arm, “Yoongi, I thought you quit you can’t just-”
He ripped his arm away from you, “Why do you even care about me?” he roared. You tensed and he breathed deeply, “Why do any of you care?” his voice sounded weak. Vulnerable.
“Because anyone who knows you well knows that the person that you portray isn’t you. You’re just afraid of getting hurt again,” you said softly. He hung his head, sighing.
“She really fucked me up, didn’t she?” he glanced up at you, “I mean I knew she did, I just didn’t realize how badly.” You reached over and cupped the back of his neck, pulling him into a hug.
“It’s okay. You’ll heal.”
He squeezed you tightly, “What if I don’t?”
You let go of him and took his hand, “You will. And you’ll find love again. This time with someone who’s capable of loving you back.” You pulled him up the stairs towards his room. You brought him into his room and pushed him on his bed so he was sitting on the edge.
“Thanks,” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. You kissed his forehead and backed away.
“Go to bed,” you instructed before turning towards the door.
“Y/N?” Yoongi called quietly. You turned, “I’m sorry for calling you stupid. I didn’t mean it.”
You nodded, “I know.”
“What if… What if I don’t?” he whispered, “You know, find love again, what if I don’t?”
“I think you already have. And I know you’re scared. But it’s okay. You’ll be okay.” you smiled, “Honestly, you’re lucky. I don’t think he would ever hurt you.” Yoongi nodded, laying down. You walked to the door then hesitated and turned around, “Do you think… Jin has changed? And that’s why he’s interested in me?” You waited a long minute before you realized Yoongi had fallen asleep. You cursed under your breath and left his room, closing the door behind you. You padded down the stairs, planning on finishing cleaning.
“Oh,” you heard a voice from behind you. Turning, you found Jin near the front door, “I didn’t know you were still here.”
“I didn’t know you were still here.” you shot back, making him chuckle. You smiled slightly, “I was just in the back with the guys all night. They fell asleep so I figured I would clean up a bit.”
“Ah, I just walked your brother home and then planned on just crashing here.”
“Walked him home?” you asked. Jin rubbed his neck awkwardly.
“Ah... He may have drank a little bit.” He saw your lips twist into a scowl and quickly added, “Not much, I promise! I made sure he didn’t drink a lot. I told him ‘your sister will murder me if you get wasted’ and he laughed and was like I can drink a little bit I’ll be fine. Long story short he was not fine. Did you know your brother is a lightweight?”
“Yeah. I did,” you giggled, “He’s safe though?”
“Yeah, I brought him home and put him in his room. He passed out before I left.” You thanked him quietly before beginning to collect all the trash and cups around, “You want some help?”
You glanced up at him and hesitated before smiling, “Sure. Yeah, that’d be great actually.” He smiled back at you and went to go get large trash bags out of the kitchen.
Request: ‘idk what this thought is but i think you might be able to do somethin with it and i thought of you when you reblogged some stuff tonight: what would bts be like if they weren't in bts and were bad boys? i was just thinking about what they might have done but then i also thought about how good jin would look in a leather jacket and fucking up people's heads like he's a bastard but he's handsomr so it's okay kekeke’
Notes at the end
Rap Monster: bad boy for justice
An afterschool bad boy
keeps to himself at school / work
but as soon as he leaves that building, it’s different:
fag in mouth, shirt loosened up for comfort
and he’s eyeing up any attractive girl that passes by
A gentleman to the ladies
Will drop kick the jerks that break their hearts
Has a surprisingly high set of morals
it just gets overlooked because of his bad boy aura and here’s why
Had his fair share of arrests
but to be fair to him, it’s mostly for a good cause
like he was the one that got provoked in a fight
or that thing he stole was actually something he was getting back for someone
Basically won’t hate you if you’re cool with him though
“Hey, if anyone’s troubling you, don’t hesitate to call me, yeah?”
Brings back a lot of girls to his shared house
everyone thinks he’s a player
“ey up ‘Joon; who’s she this week?”
but it just genuinely doesn’t work out each time
they get put off by his tendency to fight
Until he meets this one girl
she’s feisty and is just as verbal as he is passionate for justice / karma
They’re couple goals
and he proposes to her in a bar
but it’s their bar, it’s where they met and send like half their time together, so it’s romantic
She loves everything about him and rightly so
his passion, even if it may appear as unnecessary anger
his hard working demeanour despite his ‘common’ background
Yeah, he’s a bad boy, possibly only by appearance,
but he’s gonna build himself a good life
Jin: the classic rocker
Let’s begin with that leather jacket
It’s genuine vintage leather
he lets girls wear it in the cold on a night out
and it’s like so heavy but cosy?
Rocker
been to all the concerts
You invite him out to see some unknown local band for their first gig
but somehow he’s already seen them and knows their full set
but he’s also seen the legends in arenas
Can’t forget the festivals
can’t forget the free love and ‘happiness’
Owns all the pubs and clubs by social status
enters the room and it goes silent for a moment
who will say ‘hi’ to him first?
It’s tricky because he’s so fucking magnificent and overpowering
So how did he get to this status?
He knows how to talk
no one makes a fool of him
will put up with 0% of anyone’s shit
gives no fucks when it comes to conversation
Will fuck with your head if you cross him
knows how to wrap people around his little finger
and then can drop them just like that
Sometimes he’ll be extremely witty
but nowadays he can say the pettiest thing and it has the same effect
Pretty much everyone is in his debt somehow
“You need [x thing] doing? Yeah, I know a guy that can sort you out”
So social
but doesn’t even own a phone
he just goes out every night
Has his local bar
his regular clubs
in which he pulls every night
[in each club]
Very sensual
You’re one lucky girl if:
he takes you outside of the club to just talk to you
“You’ve been having a pretty good time in there, huh?”
“I bet you could have an even better time out here with me”
Will fuck anywhere, no matter who might see
and he’s never been arrested for it
because he has his way with words
he can even bribe the police, and nothing
Becomes a bit of a biker
almost forms / joins a gang
but is way too independent to stick to it
Kind of a loner bad boy
Suga: underground rapper
Underground rapper with all the swagger
He does it all
Booze
Cigarettes
at least the occasional sesh
Will fuck many people, boys and girls
and he can do it every night because groupies
but is secretly a sucker for pretty boys
But he knows his bad boy nature can get him what he wants
Bar fights
Gets hecklers at his gigs but he puts them in their place
will jump off the stage to fight you
His regular venue only own 2 beer glasses now
Could have the most supportive audience but will drive away into the night raising a middle finger
Can rock out any look
still looks hardcore that one time he performs in a dress
Barely dies his hair
Tries blonde once but does back to black
because the roots come through in like 2 weeks
and then he refers to that fortnight as ‘that time I almost sold out’
Acts as if he’s the most tortured soul
so you think you have some sort of connection
but fucks you and leaves you lmao
Has a ped
rides around randomly at night
drops off wherever he thinks he’ll get a good story from
write bad ass raps about his experiences
Gets wound up in quite some violent situations
it’s concerning how often he’s been at knifepoint
jumps on random cars
or hot wires then to dump in a lake
because why not
Agust D might never become a national household name
but it’s certainly a name known by everyone in town
J-Hope: wandering skater boy
Sporty bad boy
Footie with his lads
Skateboarding home
flying across busy roads
almost knocking over pedestrians
He’s been stopped by the police for it
but they escort him home and are shook
because his mum is a bad ass, probably worse
Doesn’t smoke
but beer is life
Drunken antics every night
Will do whatever to win a girl over
*leaves her name in massive letters outside her bedroom window*
“Holy shit Hoseok, how did you...”
*police siren*
*gets arrested for pulling down letters of shop signs*
Goes to shops and purchases wrappers
because he’s already eating the food before he’s payed
Graffiti artist
lives for that adrenaline rush
can outrun the cops every single time
because he can jump over everything, get through everything, etc
and can run for hours
Bit of a wanderer
by day, he’s out with his lads
by night, he roams free
He doesn’t need wingmen or clubs to pull
no; he has what it takes
to just approach that lonely girl sat on a bench contemplating life
and no matter how many times his parents insist he bring no one home
there’s always a way to sneak into his room
Sometimes he just roams for days
doesn’t tell anyone
comes back in 3 days with some badass tattoo and some mystery souvenirs
[souvenirs that he smokes in a day lmao]
[low key stoner hahahaha]
Jimin: ladies man aka the biggest flirt
His shirt is on/off like 50/50
Tastefully placed tattoos
that don’t hide too much of his body
simple writing down either side of his abs
[think 2014 mama awards I think]
and a tattoo on his butt that was done for the lols
but it’s a story, like
“I have the illuminati on my butt”
Tongue piercings
which you get to see when he’s flirting
he’ll stick it out sometimes when begin suggestive
House parties always
Like does he even have parents around?
Works every day so he can pay for both bills and booze
He does up cars or something
You can show up and he’s not even at his own house yet 100 other people are
But when he is there to host his own house party, well...
all the bedrooms are occupied
and it’s because he’s got a girl waiting for him in each room
what an exciting game, to see how many he can fuck
before one of them finds out they aren’t the only one
holy shit Jimin there’s 5 bedrooms here how do you even--
*slap!*
that was the sound of a girl’s discovery
he’s used to it though
I think his face has built up a tolerance for the slaps because they happen that often
so he’ll basically grab whoever’s booty he wants
Those beautiful plump lips
they weren’t just made for kissing and eating out though
they were designed for cigarettes
the way the smoke puffs out of his mouth is beautiful
low key erotic somehow?
Oh and the lip biting he does
paired with some smooth flirting
You’ll hear all the rumours about bad boy Jimin
and how you shouldn’t go near him
but you can’t help but give in to him and your curiosity
Honestly, it’s worth it; boy fucks damn well
Girls girls girls
He was that lad in school that the teachers hated
for distracting the female students and making them swoon
Has always been shameless
Like in younger school years it was winking
and outrageous confidence
but then in later high school years
you find him touching you under the table
but was still a prat
always in the head master’s office
or isolation
or suspended
But he still managed to stay in the same school
even after hitting on a teacher
Turns up to prom in his usual leather jacket and jeans
actually, he just turns up anywhere however and whenever he pleases
You just have to let it happen
he never causes any real harm
V: the punk activist
Gorgeous long hair
He’s had it in some bold colours
Fiery red becomes like his identity
the condition of his hair suggests a feminine nature but oh...
He’s anything but that!
His voice is extra gruff and deep
and he knows he can use it to his advantage
to get girls
and to threaten people
99% of the time gets what he wants
Spends a lot of money on piercings
he has all the ear piercings you can think of
snake bites lip piercings
an eyebrow piercing
he has other piercings that he don’t always make use of
and *ahem* some more intimate piercings
Has been known to turn you on
just by telling you about his ‘down there’ piercing
“wanna see?”
fuck me yes I do
and money on tattoos
almost everywhere
tattoos across his torso,
bad ass tattoo sleeves,
his back and up to his neck: still tattoos
and some of girl’s names to win them over
He doesn’t care how she doesn’t mean that much to him
as long as she’ll make a good story
Gets arrested at least once a month
Has some cheesy and heart-felt lines though beneath all that anger
Fucks so many girls but then realizes
he’s hella gay
“Damn, that’s a pretty boy”
Joyriding
but somehow he makes it romantic with another person
like he just parks he car in the middle of nowhere so you can enjoy the moonlight with him
So yeah, he’s poetic it turns out, but
Quite angry
like a Punk Oscar Wilde almost?
Vegan?
Can get political, very opinionated
Passionate for whatever cause he’s taken up this week
Graffiti to make statements
Forms a punk band to make statements
Smashes windows to make statements
but although he can get violent
he knows what he’s talking about and has solid views
Starts movements
Gets called a faggot once with his kinda serious boyfriend
suddenly he’s a huge activist in the lgbt community
Will get full on sexual in the middle of a shop
to prove a point to a stranger who scoffs at him kissing a dude
*grabs his partner’s dick and makes out with him*
it shuts them right up as he starts jacking off the other guy
right there and then
they’re chuckling into each other’s mouths
and oh, he ain’t afraid to finish the job
even if the stranger has long gone
He likes to make headlines in the local paper
no matter how odd or cringy it can get
his purpose is to have a voice
Jungkook: restless muscle pig
Almost bipolar with his personality
New girl in town? There’s a Jungkook for that
Does extra jobs for extra cash
Some jobs are legit overtime work...
...some not so legit
But it gets him by so he can be a new person for each individual
Never fails to hit the gym daily
He’s never not in a vest since he reached his late teens
starts pointless fights
because of this pent up anger
and need for attention on his efforts on his body
but then gets a serious caution from the cops
that if it happens again, he could be looking at more than over night behind bars
so he takes up mma fighting or something
suddenly it’s a semi-professional career
girls love him
but he doesn’t care
He’s still only down for nothing more than sex when it suits him
Loves his hard reputation
It gives him a personality to go by
No one really knows his past
but I think this lack of emotion is something to do with his childhood
as is the anger and need to work out
it was probably just something to do
Cocky
Eventually decides to take some exams and get the qualifications he didn’t bother with as a kid
acts like he owns the college
and actually, he kinda does because of the arrogant mindset
like because he thinks ‘I’m the best’, it is so
the guys don’t fuck with him
he winks at all the girls
and kinda misbehaves with them
“Hey [girl], if I get this piece of paper in the bin in one shot all the way from over here, you can give me your number”
*actually gets the shot and is secretly shook but acts like it was nothing*
Turns out he’s hella intelligent
and understands every little thing instantly
but that doesn’t stop him leaving college
to return to his normal life each evening
or sitting in the back of classes with his feet on the table
and food on his desk
So he’s still a little untamed and out of control
He still causes the odd street fight
almost loses his licence to fight in a ring
and he still trashes places
and he still has no definite personality
But then this one girl at his college
she puts him in his fucking place
He gets paired with her for a project and he’s like
“So, I talk, you type?”
and she is like
“Hell no”
Oh look, he realizes he’s whipped for a girl
because she ain’t afraid to backchat him
Muscle pig but with some weaknesses
Not sure if this has turned out too similar to my Fuckboi!BTS Headcanons but fuck it, there we go! I went by anon’s little thing about Jin as a basis for his hc and they’re not entirely based on what I think the boys would actually be like without BTS... Also for some reason, I feel different sexualities from them with these personalities so please don’t be offended...
...and I’m not even sure they were all entirely bad boy things [esp the gifs they’re just all so soft hahaha] but it’s getting late and this took way longer to think about than expected [oml punk activist Tae with all the tatts and piercings is making my heart flutter so much even though it’s my own creation?]
↳ He was the cliché bad boy. He was the guy you couldn’t stand. He was the handsome, good-looking young man who made girls swoon for just a touch. He was a brat. You had never liked him one bit, but you had also stayed out of his business. Until one day, when you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.
pairing; jeon jungkook x reader (ft. kim taehyung)
A/N: here IT IS! for all you children who are waiting for smut, do not worry, I know. just be patient ;) remember, everything happens for a reason. don’t kill me for this.
Waking up in your bed on a Saturday morning, wrapped tightly in your comforting blankets, teasing sunlight shining in though the blinds, you couldn’t help but feel oddly satisfied. You had woken up from a surprisingly wonderful sleep, that left you wondering as to how you had managed to sleep so well.
That was your mistake.
Immediately when you thought back to falling asleep the previous night, you were reminded of the muscle-stiffening and nauseating feeling you had, lying up and unable to sleep because of the unexpected event at the party. The memory quickly brought back the uncomfortable and foreign feeling as you visibly tensed under your sheets.
The hope that it had all been a horrible nightmare quickly faded.
‘The fuck did I do..?’ You mentally scolded yourself, slapping a frustrated palm down on your forehead. ‘No, okay, okay..’ You tried to calm down. ‘He was just.. helping out. It’s nothing. Already forgotten.’ You lied to yourself with unconvincing words.
You weren’t sure as to why the memory was so vivid. His lips, his hands, his tongue. It was almost as if you could feel his touch when you thought back to it, making you jerk in shock.
“I need to wake up.” You spoke aloud, sitting up in your bed, taking deep breaths.
Wanting to quickly distract yourself from being reminded of the ‘traumatizing’ experience, you reached for your phone, only to see a big load of missed messages and calls from Minyoung. You got a brief sneak peek as to what some of them said.
Minyoung: (Y/N)!! wtf happened last nighht i cant remember shitt
Minyoung: did I do something stuupid holy shit what will jimin thin...
Minyoung: u shouldnt hav e abandoned me where were u u cant...
13 unread messages [9:47 AM]
3 missed calls [9:39 AM]
You gave out a lightly amused sigh, relieved that at least Minyoung didn’t seem to know about what you had done. Even though she kind of already knew what your plan was at that party, she had no idea who had been your victim and nobody had expected it to blow slightly out of proportion.
You quickly shook your head to rid it of the thought, deciding to answer all of Minyoung’s messages later and climbed out of bed with a drawn out yawn. If you were going to get through this day without freaking out, you would need a good start. Also known as, breakfast.
Quietly exiting your room, you were met by Hyeim on the couch, playing video games on your cheap, second-hand TV.
“Good morning.” You greeted, figuring that if you pretended like you were fine, you would eventually be fine.
“Morning.” She replied, glancing your way. But then she for some reason did a double take, eyes staring you down. You decided not to question it, considering Hyeim was an odd person in general, and tiptoed with feather-light steps to the kitchen.
You lazily prepared a piece of toast with butter and a small bowl of cereal before walking back to the living area, sitting down on the couch next to Hyeim.
She continued to play her game, but during every loading screen, she would glance at you with a somewhat suspicious stare. After eating your toast and almost all of the cereal, you couldn’t stand her antics any further.
“Why do you keep looking at me like that?”
Her gaze having been already on you, she quirked an eyebrow, the rest of her expression showing nothing but indifference, per usual.
“You came home before midnight yesterday, right?”
Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion - because that was not the question you had expected - you thought back to the night before.
“Uhm, yeah, I think so.”
She kept staring at you, which almost made you shiver. Her face was so blank she almost didn’t look human for a moment, behind those big, round glasses.
“So I’m guessing you didn’t hook up with anyone last night.”
Each word she spoke just pushed you deeper into confusion.
“Huh? Eh, no.”
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
“What? Uhm, no, I don’t.”
“Then.. what are those?”
Your stare that was fixed on her was filled with nothing but utter confusion, until you followed her gaze and traced it to your neck. Quickly, your hand went to touch the area since you couldn’t see, and with wide eyes you put aside your unfinished bowl of cereal and took long strides to the bathroom.
‘No, please don’t be what I think it is.’
Flicking on the light, you stood leaned against the counter, eyes fixated on your reflection in the mirror. Before the light had even fully lit up, your gaze was immediately drawn to it. So horrifyingly visible and dark.
Hickeys.
Eyes widening to large saucers, your mouth fell agape, gaze locked on the dark purple and red marks covering most of the left side of your neck. It took a good minute of just staring at it before it actually sunk in.
‘That goddamn little piece of rank shit.’
Your stare turned into a distasteful glare accompanied by an annoyed scowl, palm feverishly rubbing at the marks, as if that would somehow make them less evident.
‘He was just supposed to make out with me, the prick! How did he make them so dark?! I’m gonna have to wear a scarf for fucking weeks! That goddamn fuckboy, I swear.’
In raw frustration, you groaned out a sound that was alike to a lion’s roar, hands brushing over your forehead and into your hair as you elbows leaned against the edge of the counter.
You told yourself that the reason you were so frustrated was purely because you would have to walk around with a bruised neck for awhile, but deep down you knew that wasn’t it. Even though it would cause people to give you questioning stares, the real reason why you were so annoyed was because of who had put them there. Simply because you hated that person, at least you thought you did. No, you did. You definitely did. Also, you couldn’t understand why he would put those hickeys there in the first place.
‘Maybe he got.. carried away?’
You shook the ridiculous thought out of your head with a sigh. No, of course he wouldn’t get carried away, considering you were the one he was making out with. He probably did it just to be a dick. Yeah, that was it.
With a last glare sent to the dark marks through the mirror, you walked out of the bathroom with a scowl on your face. Forgetting about the mistake from the previous night might have ended up being harder than you thought.
Somehow, being caught up in the chaos of your unclear thoughts and salty regret, you had completely forgotten about the fact that everyone would know what happened at the party.
It had dawned over you right before you were opening the main door to the hallway on Monday, met by a corridor filled with curious eyes and interested glances. The ice-cold shivers that ran through your body along with the hair-raising goosebumps wrapping around your skin, made you want to twirl right back around and walk the straight way home. But being someone who did not want to skip classes, you forced your feet to push you further in through the mass of judging people.
You would never understand why people cared or were so interested when it came to the school’s bad boy trio. But you had known that fact for a long time and should have known better than to get involved. Looking back at it, as sweet as it was getting revenge on Taehyung, it had not been worth it. You had just gotten yourself into deeper shit without knowing how to get out.
“(Y/N)..”
Upon hearing the low and scolding voice from behind you, another shot of panic burned through your veins. You turned around slowly, placing a tight smile on your face, chin dipping below the edge of your thick scarf.
“Hi, Minyoung.”
She did not look amused.
Your stupid self had figured it would be better if you didn’t tell her about your ‘accident’ because you saw no need to. That was before you realized she would obviously find out through everyone at school.
“Got something to spill?” She raised an eyebrow, arms crossed over her chest.
“Uh... I believe you already know everything you need to.” You replied sheepishly, though truthfully.
“What the hell, (Y/N)?” She exclaimed, the offense and disappointment in her voice making you taste the beginning of guilt at the tip of your tongue. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
You sighed.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking about the fact that everyone at school would know.”
“So, you just weren’t gonna tell me at all?”
“There was no reason for you to know.”
She frowned at that.
You turned around and picked up the History books from your locker, before shutting it, starting to walk along with Minyoung through the hallway.
“You did it for revenge, right?”
“Well, yeah, obviously. If I didn’t have a valid reason, I would never kiss him - let alone make out with him.” You scoffed in distaste.
“Then, I don’t get it. Why didn’t you tell me? Like, wouldn’t you be thrilled to tell me something like that? How you played two fuckboys. Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook.”
You stayed silent.
For some reason, her words took you off guard. Because she was right. You should have been ecstatic that your plan had worked and you had screwed with both boys that you despised so furiously. There was no reason for you to be embarrassed about it. So why were you?
Because you hadn’t found the kiss with Jungkook unbearable.
In other words, you had liked it.
An immediate pink blush crawled up your neck and spread across your cheeks at the thought, quickly rationalizing and blaming that fact on the alcohol you had consumed that night. Because as sober, there was no way you would enjoy any physical contact with that fuckboy. No way.
Minyoung sighed at the lack of a reply, deciding that it didn’t matter anymore. But then she frowned again.
“And what’s up with the scarf?”
You gulped.
“Uh.. My throat was burning this morning. Might be catching a cold.” You lied.
Maybe there was no reason to lie about the hickeys anymore, but you just didn’t want her to know that it had escalated so far to the point where he had actually managed to give you hickeys.
She shrugged in return.
Suddenly, silence ensued the corridor, despite it still being packed with students. You looked around, only to see everyone vigorously looking between you and something else ahead in the hallway. You followed their gazes and nearly froze in place when you saw Jungkook walking towards you.
For some reason, you couldn’t help but stare directly at him as the distance decreased, his eyes staring right back into yours. You could feel your steps had slowed down.
Your heartbeat sped up more and more by the second, and before you knew it, he was only feet away.
But right before he was to reach you, he looked away, straying slightly to the side, and walked right past you.
The feeling that hit you was the one you get when you expect someone to hit you, you expect the impact, but it never comes.
It was a kind of feeling of incompletion.
And as you kept walking down the hallway, Minyoung beside you, whispers slowly arising again, you wondered what the other feeling you felt was. Because despite it feeling very close to disappointment, that just couldn’t be it.
“So, I’ll give you the rest of class to work on your assignments. Find your partners.” Mrs. Song instructed, making everyone sigh in boredom.
You turned to Minyoung with a frown on your face, disappointed that she would have to move seats. And your project partner wasn’t even present.
She only shrugged apologetically before picking up her bag and books and moving to find her new place.
‘Great, now I have to work on it by myself.’ You internally complained, opening up your textbook and notes. But it only took you reading the first sentence on the page, before someone suddenly sat down next to you.
You looked up in confusion before your heart all but dropped at the face you were met by.
“Good morning.” Taehyung greeted with the hint of a smile on his face. His expression wasn’t nearly as cheerful as the one he had flaunted you with so many times before.
His hair was messy, but in the stylish kind of way. He was dressed in a pair of black ripped jeans and an eye-catching, blood-red jacket hung over his shoulders.
You didn’t know why a feeling similar to guilt started bubbling in the pit of your stomach. After all, he was the one who had led you on.
Face being painted with irritation, you looked away.
“What do you want, Taehyung?” You questioned, trying to make yourself sound as unfriendly as possible.
He huffed out the beginning of a chuckle.
“(Y/N), you already got your revenge on me. Why so aggressive still?”
You sighed.
“What do you want?”
You could feel everyone in class staring at you. The unwanted attention formed an uncomfortable atmosphere that made you want to just speed up time and end the class immediately.
You had managed to avoid all three of the guys for a couple of hours, and were planning to keep the winning streak until the end of the day. But as usual, luck wasn’t on your side.
“Jungkook told me the reason why you were mad.” He stated, making you look up at him again.
Unconsciously, your eyes shifted to look to the back of the class to find Jungkook, but you were taken aback when you were met by his gaze already on you. He had a solid poker face on and looked away the moment you caught him.
Uneasily, you turned to Taehyung again.
“So?” You asked.
“Why were you mad because I made out with someone else?”
Your eyebrows furrowed, a flaring anger starting to burn in your chest.
“What do you mean? I think you just said it yourself.”
He sighed.
“I didn’t know you thought we were exclusive, (Y/N). We never agreed to anything like that.”
“I know, Taehyung, but that’s not the point. The point is, you led me on.”
“I was flirting. I like you, which led to me hitting on you.”
“If it was just flirting, as if I was any other girl, why did you kiss me in the cafeteria, huh? Where everyone could see us. Why?”
The question took him off guard, making him close his mouth at the lack of an answer to give you.
“I heard you don’t like to be public about your hookups, or whatever. So, why’d you do that?”
He sighed again, looking away momentarily, as if to ponder for an excuse.
“I just wanted to.” He replied.
You rolled your eyes dramatically.
“Look, (Y/N); I didn’t sit down here to argue with you. I came here to sort shit out. I don’t want everyone to just keep holding grudges against each other. So, first of all, I’m sorry.”
Your eyes slightly widened at his words. That was not what you expected to hear.
“Honestly, I didn’t realize that you would be mad if you found out I had hooked up with someone else. But either way, I hurt you, and I am sorry for that.”
His words sounded sincere, and the look in his eyes only further supported that they actually were.
But you refused to be fooled. Someone like him probably had lots of training to trick girls into believing he felt sorry for something, even though he didn’t. He was still just looking to get into your pants.
“Sorry, Taehyung. Fooled me once, but not twice.” You stated, sporting a look of distaste.
He let out a deep sigh, one hand brushing through his ridiculously soft-looking hair.
“Ahh, I can’t believe you’re making me do this, (Y/N).”
You tilted your head in confusion.
And the next thing you knew, he was standing up, letting the chair screech loudly against the floor as he did so, and turned his body to face you before getting down on one knee.
Your eyes bulged out of your head, hearing how the previously working students had grown eerily quiet, all of them turning to look at the scene that was about to take place.
“What the fuck are you doing?” You questioned, making him smile at you.
“(Y/F/N),” He started, voice loud and clear. “I apologize for being a shitty and cunty fuckboy, and for hurting you in the process. Please forgive my sins and accept my sincere apology.”
Snickers quickly erupted in the classroom.
“Kim Taehyung, get back in your seat!” Mrs. Song ordered from the other end of the classroom.
“I will not until (Y/N) accepts my apology.”
“For fuck’s sakes, Taehyung, get up.” You told him, leaning over to grab him by his crimson jacket to pull him up.
“Am I forgiven, (Y/N)?”
“Yes, yes, fine, I forgive you. Now, get up.” You caved, making him grin in a satisfied manner, following your request and sat back atop the chair.
He kept his grin as he looked at you, whispers and giggles sounding throughout the room.
“Jesus Christ, Taehyung.”
He chuckled.
“I really am sorry, though. You know I am. You’re cool, and I wanna keep you as my friend.”
“Fine, I believe you. Just, sit there and don’t move.”
He smiled, making you look away because you almost felt a smile of your own teasing at your lips.
“So,” he spoke, leaning his elbows on the desk towards your side of the table. “Are you free tomorrow?”
You immediately shot him a questioning gaze.
“Taehyung, I am not going on a date with you.”
He let out a breathy chuckle.
“No, I’m not asking you on a date. Just to hang out. As friends. You have to, ‘cause now all my guy friends are gonna make fun of me because of what you did. You owe me, (Y/N).”
You sighed, thinking over whether you should actually agree or not. In the end, what could possibly be so harmful about it.
“Fine.”
His smile broadened.
But then his phone suddenly started ringing, vibrating against the desk. The both of you glanced down to look at it, to see the name ‘Yoongi’ displayed on the screen.
He sighed, giving you an apologetic smile.
“Sorry, gotta take this.”
And then he was walking out of the classroom, bringing the phone to his ear as he exited through the doorway.
'Yoongi? Where have I heard that before?’ You pondered.
But you were pulled out of your wonder when you suddenly remembered the person sitting at the back of the classroom. You couldn’t refuse the temptation to look back at Jungkook, and when you did, his gaze was once again already fixed on you.
But this time, he didn’t look away. His glare was boring right through your eyes, eventually making you turn away in discomfort.
An unwelcome shiver ran through your body as you still felt him looking at you. You couldn’t help but wonder, if you had only dug yourself deeper into a hole.
You lazily packed your laptop back into your bag, being the only source of sound in the otherwise empty library. You had stayed in school till late at night, finishing your next English essay in time, being that your grade was falling and you needed to work harder if you wanted to pass the class.
It was almost eight at night, and you were exhausted after an entire day of people staring at you and gossiping about you. Taehyung’s stunt in the classroom had only worsened the whispers and pointing of fingers, but you were still glad that you no longer had to be mad at him, despite how weird that might sound.
It had been surprisingly easy to forgive him, but having wondered about it and questioned it all day, it felt like you made a good decision. Because he genuinely seemed to be sorry and he was right that it was better if nobody had to hold any grudges. After all, he had been the bigger person, considering when you had conflict with him, you had resorted to revenge, whilst he had resorted to verbally sorting the situation. Maybe he wasn’t as immature as you thought he was. And that was why you had forgiven him.
His apology hadn’t come from a fuckboy; it had come from a normal human being. And he had apologized to you openly in front of the whole class. He wouldn’t have embarrassed himself like that unless he meant it.
The hallways were uncomfortably empty and you might have looked over your shoulder a couple of times as the motion-censored lights flickered off behind you. There really was no one else there, proven by the lack of any sound or any motion other than your own.
Chilly breezes of air bit your skin when you opened the doors outside and you quickly felt the urge to just be at home as soon as possible. So, you quickly skipped down the small set of stairs and started walking with long and hasty steps. But you hadn’t noticed that your phone was slipping out of your pocket, and didn’t hear the sound of it hitting the ground because of the wind wheezing in your ears.
You only made it a couple more steps before you were stopped by someone calling out to you from behind.
“Hey, you!”
You were lightly frightened and felt your chest jerk at the sudden shout and turned around, feet stopping your steps.
Your eyes landed on a guy, not much older than you, with pale, milky skin and hair that had been bleached a few times too many. He was wearing a long, black coat and ripped jeans, cigarette in one hand as he bent down to pick something up from the ground with the other.
“Yes?” You questioned, noticing the group of three other guys, standing a little further away by the wall, also smoking.
“You dropped your phone.” He explained as he straightened his legs again, holding your phone up for you to see while meeting your stare.
Your eyes widened for a second when you recognized the device and quickly started walking to him.
“Oh! Thank you very much.” You said, letting a relieved smile play at your lips. You could see how the man eyed you up and down as you got nearer, making you slightly more conscious.
You started breathing out when you reached him, but were surprised when he drew his hand away to behind his back when you were about to take the phone from his hand. His gaze darkened as he only stared at you, not explaining his behavior.
You cleared your throat uncomfortably.
“Excuse me, could I have my phone, please?”
He only smirked in return, making a shiver run up your spine.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?”
You could feel your bones already starting to shake in fear, the unwavering stares of the other boys not helping at all.
“I believe that’s irrelevant. Could I please have my phone back now, sir.”
His smirk only widened. You didn’t want to show that you were afraid, but you couldn’t help but feel small as a mouse under his dark glare.
“Well, I believe if you want your phone back, you should tell me your name.”
You hesitated, the two of you only standing still, looking at each other with locked gazes.
‘What could possibly be harmful about him knowing my name?’
“My name’s (Y/N). Now, the phone.”
To your dismay, he only grinned when you gave him what he had asked for, his hand not moving from behind his back.
He smoothly took a drag of his cigarette, making you hide your mouth and nose in your scarf to avoid the sickening smell when he exhaled.
“You listen well.” He simply said, smile reappearing on his face.
“Could you be kind and give me my phone now, sir.”
He quickly grinned again, leaving a nauseous feeling to tease at your chest.
“And you’re cute, too.”
“This is very inappropriate. I want my phone back, please.” You determinedly stretched your hand out toward him.
He only shifted his gaze between your hand and your face a couple of times, before sighing.
“How about this? I give you your phone back..” He started, voice steady and low. “.. if you give me something in return.”
As he finished, he took another step closer to you, making you quickly falter and clutch your hands to your chest.
“Sir-”
“Don’t be afraid, (Y/N). I won’t do anything bad, okay?”
“Please, stop.”
“But, cutie, don’t you think it would work out. It’s a fair trade. And you should be punished for being careless and dropping your phone like that.”
“Sir, stop. I don’t want to.”
“But I-”
“Yoongi!”
The voice came from someone behind you, and you were initially even more frightened.
‘Yoongi?’
“Leave her be.”
But as the voice spoke again, the familiarity of it made warm relief blanket your entire being.
“Hmm,” Yoongi hummed, a displeased expression molding onto his defined features. “Nice to see you, too, Jungkook.”
At his words, you finally found the courage to whip your head around and your tense shoulders visibly relaxed when you were indeed met by Jungkook.
“I’m glad you decided to join us.” Yoongi spoke again, voice dripping with sarcasm as he took another drag of his cigarette. Meanwhile Jungkook made his way to stand beside you.
Instead of responding with words, he only stretched his hand out to Yoongi, both you and the latter understanding exactly what he was asking for. Yoongi gave a breathy chuckle at the other’s action, reluctantly bringing the phone out from behind him and placing it into Jungkook’s hand, finally.
Jungkook turned to you and gave you the device immediately - which you clutched tightly between your fingers once your hands were on it - before he turned back to Yoongi.
“Don’t fuck with her, Yoongi, okay?”
Yoongi eyed you again, then looking back to Jungkook.
“Why? She’s your girlfriend or something?” He chuckled.
“No.” Jungkook quickly replied. “Just, leave her alone, okay?”
“Chill, Jeon, you know I was just messing around.” Yoongi grinned, sending another shiver through your spine.
“Whatever, Yoongi.” The boy from beside you sighed. “Come on, (Y/N). Let’s go.”
You happily listened to Jungkook, still in aftershock from the whole situation.
As the two of you paced away from Yoongi, you couldn’t help but glance back once, before you would turn behind the gate. You were met by the sight of him still staring straight at you, taking another drag of his cigarette. You wished then, that you would never have to meet him ever again.
Both of you were silent as you had turned onto the sidewalk, until you finally managed to speak.
“Thank you.”
He slowed down at your words, you following in pursuit. The two of you turned to each other, his gaze meeting yours for the first time since the whole encounter.
“Thank you for saving me,” You continued. “I-.. I was so scared, thank you.”
“Mm,” He hummed. “It’s whatever. He wouldn’t have actually done anything to you. I know him. He’s just sick and likes scaring girls like that.” He scowled.
You couldn’t help but notice suddenly that his belt was undone, but disregarded it.
“Still, I was so fucking scared. Thank you, Jungkook.” You said, managing a small smile to appear on your lips.
“Why’d you forgive him?”
Your eyebrows furrowed at that.
“Huh?”
“Taehyung.”
Your eyes widened, being taken off guard by his words.
“What do you mean?”
“Why did you forgive him?”
“Well... What does it matter? I’m tired of being angry and he apologized. And why do you care?”
He shrugged, a look of indifference suddenly appearing on his face.
“I don’t. It’s just weird. I mean, then what is the point of.. the party?”
You could feel a blush creeping up your neck as he mentioned the incident.
“At the time, I wasn’t planning on forgiving him.”
He sighed.
“You just.. shouldn’t have gotten me involved in your shit. Now Tae’s mad at me for breaking our rule. It was so unnecessary.”
You frowned.
“Wait, you’re mad that you had to make out with me a little?”
He let out a loud huff.
“It was just so unnecessary, (Y/N). You really shouldn’t have fucked me over for no reason like that. You literally made me shove my tongue down your throat for nothing. In front of everyone.”
Your eyes widened in disbelief. Was he being serious?
“Jungkook, are you dumb? You agreed to it, I didn’t make you do shit. Am I really that disgusting to you that you can’t live with the fact that we fucking kissed a little bit?”
You watched as his expression slightly softened.
“Is it that embarrassing to you that people know that you second based with someone like me? Am I that fucking ugly to you? You literally fuck anything with two legs, but someone like me is crossing the line?”
You knew that you were overreacting, but for some reason, you were hurt and couldn’t hold the fury back.
“(Y/N), I-”
“No, fuck you, Jungkook. You really are the heartless bastard I thought you were.”
“(Y/N)-”
“Kookie~” A high-pitched voice sounded, making both you and Jungkook turn your heads to the source of the sound.
Out of the opened door to the passenger seat of a car parked next to you by the sidewalk, a girl peaked her head out, with a childish pout on her face. You recognized her as Nayeon, a senior. Her hair was a mess, makeup smeared around her eyes, shirt hanging over one shoulder.
“Are you coming back?~”
It didn’t take long for you to connect the dots, and as your eyes shifted from her disheveled state to Jungkook’s opened belt, you knew what was going on.
‘So, that’s why he was at school to begin with.’
You watched as Jungkook sighed deeply, turning back to you, but you didn’t let him speak.
“Whatever, Jeon. Go have fucking fun with her. And don’t bother talking to me again.”
And then you were walking away without another word, your heart somehow feeling heavier than usual as it tightened in your chest.
So I somehow ruined this post, lol. The gif disappeared and so did my writing but it should be above in a new post! Sorry!
Ooooo I love this prompt
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“Fuck! What do you mean it’s stuck??” you yell at the door, trying the doorknob for the 20th time. The little push lock wasn’t coming undone and the door was surprisingly sturdy. No amount of shoving into it from you or Yoongi was making it budge.
“I-I don’t know! I’m gonna go get Namjoon. Don’t move!” shouts Jimin, his voice muffled through the door.
“You’re leaving??”
“Don’t worry! Jungkook’s here! Umm….well he’s passed out, but he’s here! I’ll be right back!”
You hear the door to the apartment swing closed and then nothing. Fuck. How the hell did this happen?? It was supposed to be a chill evening with your friends but Namjoon brought gin and then Jin brought Yoongi… and now you’re trapped in your bathroom with him. You scowl in his direction where he’s perched on the edge of your bathtub, calm as ever.
“You have any ideas? It’s your fault we’re in here anyway!” you say, your tone biting. You cross your arms and wait for a reaction. His eyes roll over you slowly until he meets your gaze.
“My fault? If you hadn’t been flirting with me then Jimin wouldn’t have gotten the bright idea to shove me in here with you.” He fiddles with one of his silver rings, the fringe of his mint hair obscuring his gaze. Your cheeks flush at his explanation of the events that went down tonight.
“I wasn’t actually flirting with you, Yoongi. It was only funny because I hate you,” you spit, turning your back to him.
“Mhm, right. You hate me.” Something about his tone of voice makes you a little nervous. What was he getting at?
“Um yeah….you’re a jerk,” you say, noticing the sound of him standing from him spot on the bathtub.
“Jeez, Y/N. I told you that you were annoying once! You were being loud and weird and you were super drunk. It’s not that big of a deal,” he explains. You can practically hear the nonchalant smirk in his voice.
“Oh so you do know what you did? Nice,” you say, turning to face him again.
“It was months and months ago. Relax. You’re so high strung,” he teases, running a hand through his hair.
“Relax? God you’re such a jerk.” He’s quiet after that one, save for the chuckle he gives under his breath.
“If I’m such a jerk, why were you flirting with me tonight?” His accusation makes your cheeks burn, but you know it’s all in your head. Sure, Yoongi’s hot but he’s a dick.
“I wasn’t. Jimin just likes to tease me.” You control your breathing, wondering if he’ll drop it but his gaze stays on you.
“Mhm…and last weekend? The Wednesday before? Just messing around too, right?” Your jaw drops partially at his accusations and the rest of you shocked at his memory. You can be flirty when you’re drunk, but it’s to anyone, not just him, right?
“Y…yeah…why?” you ask, wondering if he has a point to putting you on blast like this. He steps forward a little, his fingers toying with the edge of a handowel on the counter by the sink.
“Cause I think you like that I’m a jerk.” Your heart skips a beat and you realize, even if he is a total jerk, a little piece of him is right. Some part of you likes when he rolls his eyes, and scoffs at a joke, and looks you up and down like he’s doing right now.
You shake your head no and open your mouth to protest but he’s already seen your reaction.
“See? Like that. I call you out, maybe am a little rude about it, and you blush,” he says. You swallow hard, especially after you catch the smirk he’s wearing. He steps a little closer to you in the tiny bathroom and suddenly you’re wondering why the hell you can’t seem to think of a comeback.
“You blush, you can’t meet my gaze…” He dips his head a little lower, catching your eyes before you can’t help but look away. He chuckles again, stepping forward once more so your back has met the jammed door. He’s a few inches taller than you and you can’t help but feel small when he’s got you cornered like this. Why the hell aren’t you mad about it though? He takes one of his hands from his pockets and presses it to the door frame next to your head. He leans into his casual stance, watching how you tense up and bite nervously at your lips.
“And you get all cute and quiet, like you’re nervous.”
“Y…Yoongi-“
“I’m right, aren’t I?” His question catches you off guard and you look up at him, taken back by the way he’s staring at your mouth. You realize you’re biting your lip and drop it from between your teeth. He takes his hand and brings it to your cheek, his thumb moving to rub just under your lower lip.
“….and you bite your lip.” You gulp, hoping it’s not as loud to him as it is in your head. “But I like that part the best.” Before you know it he’s closing the gap between you, his lips pressing to yours firmly but sweetly. He kisses you, stealing your breath even more than he already has.
“You like it, don’t you?” You think for a second, knowing you’re already past the point of no return. There’s no way he’d believe you if you tried to lie and say you didn’t like it. You nod, letting your hands move from your sides up to his hips, gently pulling him a little closer to you.
“I knew it.” He kisses you again, this time a little less chaste. His tongue grazes at your lips and you gladly part for him. You breathe in slowly when his tongue teases your own, your grip on the waist of his rough jeans tightening. He bites at your lower lip, holding it between his teeth and slowly letting you pull away. He looks down at you, his other hand moving from the door to the small of your back, pressing you against his body. He smirks,
“The lock’s still stuck, right?”
Ooooo I love this prompt
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“Fuck! What do you mean it’s stuck??” you yell at the door, trying the doorknob for the 20th time. The little push lock wasn’t coming undone and the door was surprisingly sturdy. No amount of shoving into it from you or Yoongi was making it budge.
“I-I don’t know! I’m gonna go get Namjoon. Don’t move!” shouts Jimin, his voice muffled through the door.
“You’re leaving??”
“Don’t worry! Jungkook’s here! Umm....well he’s passed out, but he’s here! I’ll be right back!”
You hear the door to the apartment swing closed and then nothing. Fuck. How the hell did this happen?? It was supposed to be a chill evening with your friends but Namjoon brought gin and then Jin brought Yoongi... and now you’re trapped in your bathroom with him. You scowl in his direction where he’s perched on the edge of your bathtub, calm as ever.
“You have any ideas? It’s your fault we’re in here anyway!” you say, your tone biting. You cross your arms and wait for a reaction. His eyes roll over you slowly until he meets your gaze.
“My fault? If you hadn’t been flirting with me then Jimin wouldn’t have gotten the bright idea to shove me in here with you.” He fiddles with one of his silver rings, the fringe of his mint hair obscuring his gaze. Your cheeks flush at his explanation of the events that went down tonight.
“I wasn’t actually flirting with you, Yoongi. It was only funny because I hate you,” you spit, turning your back to him.
“Mhm, right. You hate me.” Something about his tone of voice makes you a little nervous. What was he getting at?
“Um yeah....you’re a jerk,” you say, noticing the sound of him standing from him spot on the bathtub.
“Jeez, Y/N. I told you that you were annoying once! You were being loud and weird and you were super drunk. It’s not that big of a deal,” he explains. You can practically hear the nonchalant smirk in his voice.
“Oh so you do know what you did? Nice,” you say, turning to face him again.
“It was months and months ago. Relax. You’re so high strung,” he teases, running a hand through his hair.
“Relax? God you’re such a jerk.” He’s quiet after that one, save for the chuckle he gives under his breath.
“If I’m such a jerk, why were you flirting with me tonight?” His accusation makes your cheeks burn, but you know it’s all in your head. Sure, Yoongi’s hot but he’s a dick.
“I wasn’t. Jimin just likes to tease me.” You control your breathing, wondering if he’ll drop it but his gaze stays on you.
“Mhm...and last weekend? The Wednesday before? Just messing around too, right?” Your jaw drops partially at his accusations and the rest of you shocked at his memory. You can be flirty when you’re drunk, but it’s to anyone, not just him, right?
“Y...yeah...why?” you ask, wondering if he has a point to putting you on blast like this. He steps forward a little, his fingers toying with the edge of a handowel on the counter by the sink.
“Cause I think you like that I’m a jerk.” Your heart skips a beat and you realize, even if he is a total jerk, a little piece of him is right. Some part of you likes when he rolls his eyes, and scoffs at a joke, and looks you up and down like he’s doing right now.
You shake your head no and open your mouth to protest but he’s already seen your reaction.
“See? Like that. I call you out, maybe am a little rude about it, and you blush,” he says. You swallow hard, especially after you catch the smirk he’s wearing. He steps a little closer to you in the tiny bathroom and suddenly you’re wondering why the hell you can’t seem to think of a comeback.
“You blush, you can’t meet my gaze...” He dips his head a little lower, catching your eyes before you can’t help but look away. He chuckles again, stepping forward once more so your back has met the jammed door. He’s a few inches taller than you and you can’t help but feel small when he’s got you cornered like this. Why the hell aren’t you mad about it though? He takes one of his hands from his pockets and presses it to the door frame next to your head. He leans into his casual stance, watching how you tense up and bite nervously at your lips.
“And you get all cute and quiet, like you’re nervous.”
“Y...Yoongi-“
“I’m right, aren’t I?” His question catches you off guard and you look up at him, taken back by the way he’s staring at your mouth. You realize you’re biting your lip and drop it from between your teeth. He takes his hand and brings it to your cheek, his thumb moving to rub just under your lower lip.
“....and you bite your lip.” You gulp, hoping it’s not as loud to him as it is in your head. “But I like that part the best.” Before you know it he’s closing the gap between you, his lips pressing to yours firmly but sweetly. He kisses you, stealing your breath even more than he already has.
“You like it, don’t you?” You think for a second, knowing you’re already past the point of no return. There’s no way he’d believe you if you tried to lie and say you didn’t like it. You nod, letting your hands move from your sides up to his hips, gently pulling him a little closer to you.
“I knew it.” He kisses you again, this time a little less chaste. His tongue grazes at your lips and you gladly part for him. You breathe in slowly when his tongue teases your own, your grip on the waist of his rough jeans tightening. He bites at your lower lip, holding it between his teeth and slowly letting you pull away. He looks down at you, his other hand moving from the door to the small of your back, pressing you against his body. He smirks,
Description: You knew Jin loved challenges but you never thought you’d become one of them.
Main Pairing: Jin x Reader
Word Count: 853
Still In Progress: 5/?
Seokjin watched as you walked away and then made his way over to his friends, smiling. Yoongi saw him and rolled his eyes.
“Would you leave her alone?” Yoongi grunted.
Seokjin cocked his head to the side, “But I like her. How is it any different than what you did with her, anyway?”
“Your goal is to make her fall in love with you, and you have no intention of reciprocating those feelings. She knew before we got involved with each other that I wouldn’t have any more feelings for her than I would a friend. I told her I wouldn’t fall in love with her. That I couldn’t fall in love with her. She had a block up from that point to make sure she didn’t get any unwanted feelings.” Yoongi explained.
“So it’s different because I plan on dating her and you just fucked her?” Seokjin chuckled, “You’re worse than I am. At least I pretend to care.”
“Pretending to care is worse than refusing to care. I can promise you that right now.” Yoongi snapped before walking away. Tae scampered after the older boy, waving at his other friends.
Jimin watched after the two boys as they left and sighed, “It’s sad that Yoongi hyung can say all that about refusing to love anyone and Tae Tae still follows after him like a lovesick puppy.”
“You know it’s different with Tae,” Hoseok said from behind the smaller boy. Jimin turned and locked eyes with his elder, “Besides…” Hoseok glanced up at Jungkook then back at Jimin, making Jimin blush.
“Hyung, Jimin and I were talking and we think you should have a time limit.” Jungkook chirped, successfully changing the topic.
“You can’t randomly change the rules you punk.” Seokjin glared at the younger boy.
“But you can’t spend years and years trying to get this one girl to fall for you, just to win a bet,” Jimin said innocently.
Seokjin huffed, “How long do I have?”
“Aish, you’re still doing this thing?” Hoseok shook his head, leaning against the wall, “This poor girl. She’s not some pawn for you to play with for your own sick ‘game’.”
“Aww, not you too hyung!” Jimin whined, “It’ll be fun I promise!”
“For who? Not for her, that’s for sure. Remember what Yoongi hyung went through?” Hoseok raised an eyebrow at the two younger boys who pouted at him. Namjoon walked over to his group of friends but paused and looked at his phone. He changed course, heading toward the music hall, “Yah, Joonie!” Hoseok called.
Namjoon shot a smile over his shoulder, his dimples as prominent as ever, “I’ll catch up with you guys later I’ve got something I need to do.”
“Wonder what that could be,” Jungkook mumbled to himself.
“Probably a person.” Jimin giggled. Hoseok rolled his eyes, “Anyways, how does a month sound, hyung? That’ll be a challenge, and you love challenges.”
“Sounds dreadful. Let's do it.”
The door opened and Namjoon poked his head in, smirking at you. He slipped into the room, closing the door behind him and looked down at you.
“What do you need, baby girl?” he asked, cocking his head to the side.
“I need you to tell your idiot friends to leave me alone.” you groaned, “Except Tae. Tae’s nice. And I haven’t met Hoseok but I’m sure he’s a nice person. Everyone else can fuck right off though.”
“Aw baby,” he chuckled as he sat down in the seat next to you, “Wait, even Yoongi?”
You slumped down in your seat and crossed your arms, “Especially Yoongi.”
He let out another chuckle, “Ah what’d he do now?”
“He called me stupid. Like, multiple times. Jesus, he tries so hard to protect me but he just ends up being a dick. I don’t even understand why he wants to protect me in the first place because he claims he has no feelings.” you shook your head, glaring at the wall.
“You know how he is. Was he like this when you guys were…” he paused unsure how to put it.
“Fucking every day?” you asked, “Sort of. He’s been this stupid with how to care about people since we met,” you laughed a little, “You were always the more caring one.”
“Yet you slept with him first.” he feigned offense.
You giggled and shrugged, “Yoongi and I got closer faster.”
You guys sat in silence for a second before his hand trailed up your thigh, “Is there anything else you need?” he questioned. You huffed, sitting up and grabbing his head. You turned it this way and that, looking at his body, “Y-Y/N? What the hell are you doing?” he demanded.
“I’m looking for the button to turn off fuckboy mode.” He burst into laughter, batting your hands off him.
“Okay okay! You just wanted to talk?” he asked. You nodded once, “About what?” You locked eyes with him.
“I want your honest opinion. Don’t try and spare my feelings, don’t lie because you want to protect your friendship. Tell me the truth. Why is Kim Seokjin suddenly so interested in me?”
Description: You knew Jin loved challenges but you never thought you’d become one of them.
Main Pairing: Jin x Reader
Word Count: 1139
Still In Progress: 3/?
Once Yoongi had pulled you out of the school you yanked your arm out of his grip and wiped your mouth off. He rolled his eyes at you and nodded his head towards his car.
“What the fuck was that?” you snapped, not moving towards his car.
He rolled his eyes again, “You act like we’ve never kissed before.”
“Not that. Dragging me out of class? I’m going to get in trouble.” you whined, frowning at him. He pinched the bridge of his nose.
“I swear to god Y/N. You are the biggest goody two shoes I have ever met why do I even talk to you?” he groaned into his hand. He gestured to his car, “Get in.”
You crossed your arms over your chest, “Yoongi.”
“Y/N.” he growled, “You’re not going to get into trouble. I’ll take care of it.”
“How do you plan on-”
“Do you see my friends and I getting in trouble?” he asked, cutting you off. You shook your head, “Exactly. I’ll take care of it.” The loud sound of a car's horn made both of you jump, “Aish. Kim Taehyung!” Yoongi yelled, turning to look at his car. Tae was leaning between the two front seats from the back and pressing the horn. He giggled to himself and sat back down in his seat, “I’m gonna kill that kid I swear.” Yoongi huffed. The two of you made your way over to his car and you slid into the passenger side as he got in the drivers.
“You guys are so slow.” Tae pouted as the two of you buckled up. Yoongi chuckled as he started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. There was a short silence as a million things ran through your head. Why the hell was Seokjin suddenly so interested in you? He can’t be as stupid to think that you would let him fuck him. You know how guys like him are. You glanced over at Yoongi and sighed. Also, what was Yoongi’s issue? Why did he care so much? What was with that kiss?
The next thing you knew you were pulling into your driveway, “How did you know where she lived?” Tae whispered to Yoongi who simply pointed at the house next to yours, “Oh shit I didn’t know you were neighbors.” he paused, “Does Jin know you’re neighbors?” Yoongi’s hands tightened on the steering wheel for a second before he huffed and got out of the car, slamming the door.
The three of you walked into your house and you led them upstairs toward your room. As you walked by an opened door your brother called out to you.
“Oooh someone’s skipping school.” he teased.
You rolled your eyes at him, “And what are you doing?”
“Also skipping school.” He grinned. Yoongi walked into your brother's room and sat on his bed, you and Tae following him. The two of you found a place on the floor and sat down.
“You have my sisters lipstick on your lips again.” your brother said, frowning. Yoongi wiped his mouth and out of the corner of your eye, you saw Tae frown slightly, “Oh! I have something to show you actually.” your brother stood up abruptly and dragged Yoongi out of the room.
You and Tae sat in silence for a second before you asked, “So when did you and Yoongi suddenly get so close?” At the same time that he blurted, “You two kissed?” You both laughed awkwardly.
“Yeah, he kissed me earlier,” you explained what happened at school.
“But you’ve kissed other times,” Tae said, more of a statement than a question.
“Uhh… Yeah… I guess we have.” you muttered, uncomfortably, not sure of what Yoongi wanted his friend to know. Tae nodded slowly.
“Well, Yoongi hyung and I recently have gotten closer.” Tae told you, not giving any further explanation, “How did you guys become friends?”
You tapped your nails on the carpet, avoiding eye contact, “He’s my neighbor as you know and he became friends with my brother. Namjoon and Yoongi are both friends with my brother actually. So I got a little close with them.”
“Close enough to kiss one of them.” Tae mused, almost to himself.
“Yeah... One of them,” you whispered, too quietly for him to hear, and coughed awkwardly.
Just as you were about to text the other boys to tell them that it had gotten uncomfortable they wandered back into the room.
“So what were you talking about?” Yoongi questioned, dropping himself back into your brother's bed.
“Just about how close you two are,” Tae explained and Yoongi raised an eyebrow at you.
You rubbed the back of your neck, “Just that we’re friends.” Your brother snorted and you glared at him. This was gonna be a long night.
You left your house the next morning after a long and strange dinner with your family and Tae and Yoongi. Looking down at your phone, you started to walk to school when you heard a car horn. You jumped and looked up to see a car next to you. The window rolled down, revealing a smiling Seokjin.
“Want a ride?” he asked, his voice sweet.
You narrowed your eyes at him, “Why?”
He chuckled and shook his head, “C’mon, it’s just a ride, don’t be so suspicious. It’s a long walk from here.” He continued to smile at you. You huffed and opened the passenger side door before sliding into his car.
For a second he drove in silence till he glanced at you.
“You look nice today,” he said and you rolled your eyes, not responding.
You turned to him suddenly, “Why were you by my house?”
“I came to pick up Yoongi but he was gone and I saw you walking so I figured why not.” A reasonable answer. You slumped down in your seat. You wanted him to say something that would let you know that he was even worse of a guy that you thought. But he was just… Being nice. Him being nice and cute was a bad mixture for you.
He was a “bad boy” of sorts. He never stayed with a girl for long. He lied to get what he wanted. Even his friends knew that he wasn’t the best guy. One of his best friends was warning you to stay away from him. Nothing good could come from associating yourself with him. You reminded yourself of these things as you stared at the floor of the car, your hand tangled in your hair. You glanced over at him and he shot you a quick smile before looking back at the road. You cast your eyes down again.
You knew all of those things… So why… Why did your heart race every time he smiled at you?
