AVISOS: Jungkook X Protagonista Original, Protagonista Gorda, eles são namoradinhos, inspirado em Seven - Jungkook, eles bem namoradinhos cheio de apelidinhos, Jungkook é um dengo com a namorada, acho que fluffly(?), ela com falso ciúmes e um pouco de malicia no fim(não consegui não colocar).
ALICE
As mãos tatuadas de Jungkook sobem por meu largo quadril.
Sua boca vem de encontro a minha, tentando me roubar um beijo. Um beijo o qual não deixo rolar, por conta do charme que eu fazia, desejando o deixar louquinho.
— Amor, não seja ciumenta.
Sua voz dengosa pede. Me olhando com aqueles olhinhos de jabuticaba com puro charminho, querendo me fazer ceder, mas eu que não pararia com o meu teatrinho de namorada ciumenta.
Seus braços rodearam minha cintura com força ao ver que eu pularia fora de seu colo. Seu rosto se enfiando em meu buchicho de fora, pela falta de pano na camisa curtinha, beijando ali até minha cintura.
Quase arrancando sem querer uma risada minha pelas cócegas e seu jeitinho de me fazer o perdoar.
— Bebê, me desculpa. Eu pensei que você não ligaria mesmo, você mesma disse que estava tudo bem em chamar a Han So-hee para gravar. — me solta um pouquinho, resmungando todo manhoso com o rosto apoiado em meus peitos agora. Olhando-me de baixo para cima com aqueles olhinhos brilhosos, que parecia ter toda a inocência do mundo ali. — Me desculpa, eu não queria te deixar triste.
Não aguento mais fazer charminho para cima de si ao ver seu semblante começando a ficar todo amuadinho. Acabo rindo, pegando em suas bochechas fofinhas e beijando o biquinho que ali forma, pela pressão de minhas mãos em suas bochechas.
— Eu estava tirando uma com a sua cara, boco. — o chamo daquele jeitinho bem carinhoso, que ele nem entendia muito por ser do meu país de origem e não ter significado concreto na Coreia.
Suas sobrancelhas logo se erguem. Me olhando feio agora.
— Poxa, amor, eu realmente pensei que estava brava comigo.
Sinto seus braços me soltarem e logo o bico aparecendo em seus lábios. Observo seus braços se cruzando contra o peito e suas costas sendo encostadas no sofá, logo seu rosto virá para o outro lado.
Parece que o jogo virou.
— Ei, agora você que está bravo?
Me ajeito melhor em seu colo. Descruzando seus braços e os rodeando por mim própria em minha cintura.
— Eu estava tirando uma com sua cara, bobinho. Eu sei que você não faria nada pra me magoar, bebê. — cutuco sua bochecha com o dedo. — Sei muito bem que é tudo trabalho. E olha aqui, boco. — chamo sua atenção, o vendo me olhar de canto de olho. — Eu sei que você é todinho meu, Jeon Jungkook. Só meu.
E é só eu falar isso para ver um sorrisinho aparecendo no cantinho de sua boca. Fui certeira com as palavras em si.
Jungkook amava quando eu usava pronomes possessivos consigo.
Seu rosto logo se vira e sinto suas mãos segurarem com vontade agora em minha cintura.
— Sou seu, é?
— Sim. Todinho meu. — beijo sua boca, deixando um beijinho desleixado.
Separo minha boca da sua com um sorrisinho pincelando meus lábios.
— Está tudo bem mesmo?
— Sim, boco. Mas… — me afasto de seu peito, ficando sentada em suas coxas. — Uma música pra mim, é? Era por isso que não me deixava entrar no estúdio então?
Não controlo a língua. Não quando sei o quão isso o deixaria envergonhado.
E eu amava o ver coradinho. Ele ficava tão bonitinho.
E é dito e feito, suas bochechas pegam o tom avermelhado rapidinho.
— Não gostou?
— Não esperava nenhum pouco, mas amei, boco. Ficou muito boa a música, amor. Estou orgulhosa de você! — encho seu rosto de beijinhos.
E suas orelhas queimam com isso. Tirando uma gargalhada minha ao me afastar e ver.
— Bebê — manha envergonhado.
— Ok. Parei. Então… Agora vamos falar sobre isso…
Pego o controle jogado ao nosso lado. Soltando o play no som.
E é por isso que noite após noite
Eu vou estar te fodendo corretamente.
Segunda, terça, quarta, quinta, sexta, sábado e domingo.
— Vai me foder corretamente, é? Toda hora, todo minuto e todo segundo dos setes dias da semana? — pergunto maliciosa, vendo rapidamente o olhar inocente e envergonhado sumir ao sentir minha remexida em cima de seu pau, que acorda rapidinho. — Hei– ah!
Solto um gritinho com o susto de suas mãos segurando em minha cintura e me jogando deitada no estofado macio do sofá.
Suas mãos desceram por minhas coxas e as enroscaram em sua cintura. Não deixando de apertar com vontade, tanta vontade que fico surpresa por nunca ficar marcas de sua mãos em minhas grossas coxas.
Seus lábios se aproximam dos meus e logo escuto o sussurro:
— Sim. Vou foder direitinho todos os setes dias da semana, mas… E você, vai cavalgar direitinho?
BTS REACTION - you are friends with benefits and they fall in love
this one got a little long... when it comes to romance i really get excited lol hope you enjoy!
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Jin:
You have been friends with benefits for like 3 months until the day he realises it. The two of you spend lots of time together so when he had to travel and be far from you for 1 month he missed you like crazy and figure out it is not just like a friend. He tells you his feelings the moment he gets back because worldwide handsome boy is afraid of nothing, buuuut reveals it like a ~joke~ just in case.
“Honestly i missed you so much this time that when i saw you i almost proposed!”
“You should do that...” Jin looks at you, trying to identify a sign of irony.
"I’m not joking”
“Me neither”
“Really?”
“Yes”
“Really?!”
“Yes you bastard, kiss me now!” you could not even react, because Jin pull you to him right away .
Yoongi:
We all know Yoongi is a needy bitch and secretly loves pda so when you treat him holding hands, hugging, stroking his hair... Slowly he would look at you differently wishing to have your touch and love every day of his life. Yoongi would not tell you because he sees that you treat the other members just like him so he thinks it’s not mutual, but when you see he gets shy around you, is clearly bothered when you are affectionate with other people... You realise it and asks him what’s going on.
“I did not know i was so obvious... But i love you and can not be just a friend you make out sometimes anymore, i know you do not feel the same...” you cut him with a kiss.
Namjoon:
He already had some feelings for you when you started it, because fuck, you are gorgeous and he also appreciate the way you think and see the world. As he discovered you also have chemistry when you kiss, fuck and cuddle... Man, daddy goes crazy and will make a song about you. Then he invites you to listen to BTS’ “new song” and declares to you by singing (shyly) and rapping. When Joon finishes, he sees tears rolling down your cheeks.
“Oh shit, is it a good thing or you are crying because you will have to kick my ass??”
“It is a good thing!” you mumble in a crying baby voice.
“Thank godddd!” he answers also with tearing eyes, coming to hug you.
Hoseok:
You and him were opposite in several things. You had even joked before that you could never be a couple or you would kill each other, but how funny life was when Hobi suddenly wanted no one but you. He had people that matched perfectly with his personality but nobody make things like you, somehow he loved the way you combine disagreements and make things enjoyable for the two. You always want to please each other. So he buys a couple necklace of moon and sun that complete the other and give to you while you lay down.
“I am ready for us to kill each other. You inspire me and i want to be more to you. Do you dare?” you laugh and nod with tearing eyes.
Jimin:
Jimin had always been the big brother, in his family and also in BTS. He would always take care of everyone and he really likes it but sometimes he wanted being adulated too. So there are you. He thought he could handle a friendship and making out with you sometimes, but the moments where you treated him like a baby giving him massage, kissing all of his body, even doing skincare on his face (sometimes with dA pArT lmao sorry) made his heart flutter harder each time. He tried to ignore this feeling, until one day where you went to watch his concert and when he came back he was sweating and his face was pink. You ran and hugged him congratulating everyone.
“Nooo, (Y/N) i am disgusting right now!” he complains
“Yes you are but i do not care, come!” you pull him by the hand and sit him on a chair then take a cloth and start to dry the sweat running down his face so concentrated that did not even notice his eyes admiring you for some seconds. “What?”
“I love you”
“What?!”
He pulls you by the waist and whispers in your lips before kissing it, “I love you, be mine”
Taehyung:
When Taehyung even messed up the song’s letters because he kept thinking about you, he knew he was fucked. After this, he tried to ignore the feeling, taking advice from the boys... But in the end just did an stupid thing: Avoid you. He was not answering you texts, the boys said he was hunging out with other people... You got furious by his behavior and blocked him. When Tae noticed that, he freaked out thinking he had lost you then made the boys discover where you were that moment. He ran to the mall to find you laughing with a guy.
“(Y/N)! What are you doing?” he sounded hurt.
“Oh hey, someone remembered i exist?”
“No (Y/N)! I never forgot you and that’s why i avoided you, i was afraid but i realised i can not lose you or see you with other person, please, i love you!”
“Ya, you were an idiot but unfortunately i love you too!” you joke and hug him feeling his muscles relax. “And Tae, that’s my gay friend i always tell you about...”
“Oh...”
Jungkook:
Jungkook is a teaser. He had always been, but he knows his limits. Well, when it comes to you, he does not. In bed, in life... He is always trying to make you go crazy because he thinks it is cute. Some day, you get so mad to him that you yell in front of everyone and leave. “Jungkook, why are you doing this to the girl? Are you trying to get her attention because you like her? It’s childish” Yoongi says and sounds like a slap in his face. He keeps a distance from you for days with his hyung’s words on repeat on his mind. When he realises it was true, like in a movie, Kook quickly texted you inviting to their house. As you arrive a few hours later, you could see the living room’s floor with thousand petals forming a path to the pool. There on the water was written “I am a dickhead” also with petals. You laugh distracted, so when he appears with a bouquet of flowers you scream.
“Hi. I am so sorry for what i have done to you, a wise hyung told me i was being a child trying to get the girl they like’s attention, that’s not what i want to do anymore. I want to be a man for you, (Y/N).”
“Jeon Jungkook, if it is another prank of yours, i swear...”
“It is not, i promise! I can not reassure i will never tease you again, but i can reassure i love you and i want to be with you. So... Do you want to be my g-” You scream again (but of happiness) and jump on him making the bouquet fly and you two fall into the pool.
AU: Exchange Student AU, Roommate AU, Roommate-to-Lovers AU
Warnings: Nothing too bad, but mentions of homesickness
A/N: Hello again!! After having been nonexistent for almost a month, I'm back here with a little sweet fanfic, perfect for Christmas! Unfortunately only without any Christmas feeling! I wanted to write this story for a great friend a long time ago, but school always thwarted my plans. That's why nothing came from me for so long, but perfect for Christmas I managed to get a small present ready for my dear friend and for you guys!
Merry Christmas!🎅🦌
Summary: You finally managed to spend your two semesters abroad studying in Korea! However, after some unfortunate circumstances, you want nothing more than to finally be able to fly home again. But your roommate Namjoon has some ideas to make your year abroad still wonderful...
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A shaky sigh escapes your mouth before you quickly press your lips together and press your face into the soft fur of your fluffy teddy bear, which your best friend gave you as a goodbye gift. Fortunately, this stuffed animal catches your sobs and tears, so that just only quiet and muffled noises can be heard. Your body is shaking again and again by crying and you've pulled your knees up to your chest.
At some point you no longer have the strength to keep yourself upright and let yourself plop to the side onto your mattress. You involuntarily made yourself small, as if you were a helpless baby. And that's how you feel at that moment to be honest.
You had been looking forward to your year abroad in Korea so badly in the last few months, you were accepted directly at a university in the capital Seoul for the two semesters of your studies abroad in an other country and after a long, painful search full of despair you finally had found an affordable room in a shared apartment with a young Korean man.
And now? Now that one of your life dreams has finally come true, after a few holidays in this beautiful country, to be able to live in Korea for a longer time, you want nothing more than to finally fly home in eleven months. You're homesick. You feel nothing than unbearable homesickness.
Homesickness had never been a problem for you before, rather it was wanderlust that made you crazy when you were stuck in your hometown for years and couldn't get away. During your school days you also spent a year abroad to perfect your knowledge of your second foreign language. Of course, you also had days when you longed for home, your family and friends. However, it was only a few days ... not whole weeks. You have been in Seoul for a month and there have only been a few moments when you felt not lonely and alone.
In your year abroad, you also had a host family, a highschool with a teacher for exchange students and took care of all their questions and needs. And your host family gave you a room that was discreetly furnished just for you! It's precisely in these moments that you remember the pastel green wall color of your room at that time. You just had to personalize your room a little bit, fill it with your own elements of your personal life!
You open one of your tear-glued eyes and look at the bare white wall that is opposite your bed. It's one of the three other, also white walls. Surrounded by white, lifeless walls. They make yourself feel so inconspicuous and small.
Most likely, the circumstances of how you had to shape this new phase of your studies and ultimately of your whole life make you so unhappy. You had to move to an other city for your university after finishing highschool. From your hometown to the city where your university is located. But that wasn't so tragic back then, it was far too exciting to finally move out of your parents' house and be allowed to live of your own. And everything you couldn't take with you could stay in your old room in your parents' home. But not this time.
This time you had to sell or donate most of your furniture, books, decorations, and even your clothes, since you weren't allowed to take more than two suitcases to Korea. And your parents live too far away to bring all things to them and store them there. Most of your friends are still students too and either live in a shared apartment with other students or have their own apartment but this is mostly so small that they barely have enough space for their own stuff.
So for better or worse, you had to give away almost everything that you brought back from home two years ago or that you bought yourself over the past two years. Even a large part of your merch collection from your favorite K-Pop band, so that you can take the most important gifts from friends with you.
This process had been more painful than you could ever have imagined. In short, you had to try to stuff your previous life into two suitcases and a small backpack. You have nothing more than this.
And unlike in your year abroad, you're no longer just a sixteen year old teen who has to be taken by the hand and everything has to be done for them. You're a grown up adult now and you are old enough to find your way in a foreign country on your own. Usually you are very positive and confident, not often something quickly upset you. But so many sudden changes in such a short time leaves you unsettled and with a feeling of helplessness.
The last few days in your old apartment, which was almost completely empty at that time, together with all the farewell parties with your friends leaves you depressed and melancholic. It felt like you had given up yourself and given away your entire life. Left behind with no more than two suitcases and a backpack. You felt in a strange way... homeless.
When your current roommate Namjoon received you a month ago and showed you to your room, your heart sank. A bare, sterile room with four white walls was in front of you, with a small white desk and a metal, also white bed frame with a mattress. This room reminded you of a hospital, a prison cell, a patient room of a sanatorium from a horror film. So lifeless. So cold. You got goosebumps when Namjoon left you alone in this room, your room for the next twelve months.
You don't want to feel that way. You want to enjoy your time in Korea to the fullest, live your dream and not just let this unique opportunity pass away. But every time you go to your room and are greeted by four sterile white walls, you feel like a prisoner in his cell. Like a prisoner in your own dream.
Since you'll only be living here for one year, you will try to avoid unnecessary things as much as possible. You neither have an excessive amount of money for it, nor space in your suitcase to just take everything with you. You don't want to end up throwing away your entire life again, which is why you try to be as minimalistic as possible. So that means continuing to perch in your little private prison and staring holes in these damn white walls.
A little knock on your door wakes you up from your pessimistic trance. A light blond thatch slides between the door and his frame and the owner of the blonde hair smiles brightly at you.
"Hey Y/N! I was going to order dinner from the delivery restaurant, so I was going to ask if you want somethin-"
"Wait, are you okay? You look so sad and your eyes-"
Immediately you rub your eyes vigorously, although you don't know with what goal exactly you do this, because your tears have already dried and your eyes would only swell more and become even redder.
"No no, everything is okay! Don't worry," you stutter in Korean, which you speak fluently, but with a very noticeable accent. However, Namjoon doesn't really buy your half-hearted answer, still has a worried frown between his eyebrows.
Namjoon is the best roommate you could imagine as a helpless exchange student. In your first week in Seoul he guided you through the campus of the university, showing you when, how and where you register for important seminars and deadlines, where you can find the lecture halls for your lectures. He took an incredible amount of time for you and your questions, is very patient with you and encourages you to speak Korean again and again if you automatically switch to English if you are unsure.
But that doesn't necessarily make it better, since he's also fluent in English and has almost no accent. And then he studies law, has an IQ of 148 and also scored 900 in TOEIC ... while he was in middle school! By the time you got all of this information from his friends (according to Namjoon, they were just terribly curious about you and wanted to know what kind of roommate their best friend would have for the next year ...) you were a little intimidated by this genius, You felt even more stupid with every mistake that came across your lips.
But relatively quickly, to your own relief, you discovered that your Einstein-Roommate also has his weaknesses. You shouldn't leave him on the stove unobserved, but it's the best to lock the whole kitchen with childproof locks. Therefore, he has developed into a "hunter-gatherer" Perfectionist of take-out restaurants in order to survive his studies.
While his friends, who are more talented in cooking, had strongly advised against conjuring up a welcome menu for you, Joonie can also be very stubborn. On the day of your arrival, an unbearable beep from the smoke alarm penetrated the eardrum of your ears and let you run like crazy into the kitchen, where your roommate stood with an embarrassed smile on his lips and held a charred frying pan in his hands, but with a half burned but also half-raw piece of meat in it. So far you didn't even know that something like this is physically ... chemically ... biologically ... whatever you want to call this phenomen... was even possible.
Unfortunately, after only one month with Namjoon as a roommate, you're already very familiar with the smoke detector beep sound. To your horror, you had to find out that even his fried eggs are a complete fail. And he almost made the rice cooker explode. Therefore, you have decided to be the one who defaces the kitchen, but this still takes place within a reasonable framework.
His friend Jin showed you the functions of all the kitchen appliances, where Namjoon was leaning against the door frame all the time with a pouting face. Apparently frustrated not being able to show you all of this himself.
All of this only made him more lovable and it is becoming increasingly difficult for you to interpret nothing more than a normal, friendly relationship in his nice gestures.
Just like now that he has sat down on your bed next to you and is watching you carefully.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, or the reason is too private ... I just want you to know that I'm here if you need me. I know we haven't known each other for a long time, but when I was abroad for a year because of my studies I know how hard it is when family and friends are so far away when you need them the most ... "
Nothing stops you and you only feel the tears running down your cheeks and you start to sob. Namjoon's eyes widen in shock and before he realizes it, he has already put his arm around your shoulder and is stroking your back, trying to calm you down somehow. He grabs a tissue from your nightstand and hands it to you, apologizing to you again and again that he shouldn't say that and in no possible way he wanted to make you cry.
After you calmed down a little bit and your tears gradually dried up, you shook your head vehemently and stuttered: "N-No, no! It's not your fault, Namjoon! I-It's just that... that I feel a little bit like I don't have a home anymore. "
Now the blonde directs all his attention to your next words and you start to tell him everything about how it came the point that you developed this questionable feeling. He listens to you very carefully, tries to understand every feeling that you convey to him through your facial expressions.
"Ah okay ... now I understand a lot, Y/N. I was wondering why your room still looks so sterile and empty after a month without any personal elements. But I didn't want to talk to you about it, maybe it’s just your personal style. ...Well. Apparently not.", he mumbles and rubs his neck.
You sigh and look at your phone, which is next to you on the bed, and take it in your hand. "When I imagine that most of my whole life is in here... contact information about my friends, my family, the last pictures of my best friends and me that we took together... I think that's kind of...extreme? Just in this little thing." Namjoon nods his head slightly and looks thoughtfully at your phone and then at his watch.
"... it's too late for today."
"What did you say, Namjoon?"
"Tomorrow is Saturday, we would have the whole day for it! Y/N you don't have any specific appointment tomorrow, do you?"
"N-No, but why do you-"
"Perfect!"
"Namjoon, it's Saturday ... Saturdays are there to sleep in. Why did you call me in the kitchen for breakfast at seven o'clock?!", you grumble and try to warm your cold hands with your cup of coffee. But Namjoon doesn't seem to be listening to you properly, he's staring too excitedly at his iPad and scrolling through some sites and making questionable notes on his "top secret" spiral-bounded notepad until he asks you out of the blue for your favorite color.
"Purple... and red. But why all this?"
"We're going to the hardware store together and you choose a wall paint! Then we clear the few things from your room into my room or put them into the hallway and paint your room! Then it doesn't look so sterile anymore!", says Namjoon and smiles at you with great satisfaction of his idea, so that the dimples in his cheeks are only more noticeable.
You almost choke on your coffee and look at it as if he went completely crazy.
"Namjoon, I don't have money to paint my walls and anyway, the rental agreement says that the walls must remain white and no new nails can be hammered into the wall!"
"So if you take the contract very seriously, the walls just have to be white again when you move out. So what you do with them between moving-in and moving-out is up to you.", retort Namjoon and grins at you.
"Joon, but that was interpreted quite freely by you, you have to admit it! In addition, you are the one here who studies law and is responsible for ensuring that the rights and laws of the individual are granted!"
"Oh, don't be like that, Y/N. There are always legal grey areas and free judicial spaces!", he chuckles and winks at you, which makes your heart jump.
"Okay, okay. You won ...", you admit and sigh.
"Don't worry about the money, I'll pay for you. I don't want you to remember your year abroad in Korea as a nightmare!"
"But you can't do that-"
"No buts! Please accept it as a gift from me. Okay? Please!"
He throws his irresistible look at you, which makes your eyes roll and finally leaves you beaten.
You were so punctual at the hardware store that you even stood in front of closed doors for ten minutes before you could storm the painting department. It was just nine a.m. when you were already pushing the furniture out of the way and spent the next four hours trying to get most of the paint on two of your walls, and not just spreading it all over each other!
You haven't laughed that much in a long time and overall, you haven't been so happy and optimistic in ages. It's really a blessing to have a person like Namjoon around. He's always up for a joke and still be able to talk to him about every kind of deep and philosophical topic.
You can hardly believe it, but now, at this moment, Namjoon seems to make you feel "home", in that way you've missed so much.
You quickly shake your head, try to get rid of this thought. Fortunately, Namjoon immediately pulls you out of your wild dreams and initiates you into the next part of his secret plan.
"Yesterday you said that almost your whole life has been in this smartphone... what's about to try to bring this memory alive and decorate your room with it! I know a small shop with a cool photo booth where you can take your photos print out in polaroid format! ... and then we stretch a clothesline from here...", Namjoon runs his finger from one nail across the room to another nail "...to there and hanging all your pictures of your friends and family on it. What do you say? Do you like the idea?"
He still asks you if you like the idea? And whether you like the idea, you love it! Before you can control your emotions, you jump around his neck and trying with all your strength to suppress your tears.
"Thanks Namjoon. I don't know how to thank you for all of this here." When you notice that you are clinging to him like a coala, you quickly let go and stumble back, you're too embarrassed to look at him.
"Sorry ... I didn't want to... sometimes I do strange things when I'm happy ..." you murmur and quickly turn away from him, pretending that the empty paint buckets suddenly become terribly interesting.
That's why you can't see his smile full of affection.
It is already late evening when you start putting your things back in your room. However, you don't push your bed and other larger furniture directly onto the wall yet, so that the wall paint can dry completely overnight. With an exhausted sigh, you put down the last box in your room before you and Namjoon can look at your complete masterpiece.
He was right. What only two colored walls, a clothesline with photos and a world map (which you will only be able to put on the wall tomorrow ... because of the wall color) could change. Your room has become so much more cozy and private for you. It's finally your room and not just any prison cell anymore!
"Y/N ... I have something else for you. Just wait a moment!"
You look after him puzzled as he disappears into his room and comes back with a large, flat, rectangular box.
"Something else for your wall ... I hope you'll like it ...", he says quietly and looks nervously at the large box. You excitedly fumble with the opening before you can open it finally and pull out a huge, oversized poster. Of your favorite k-pop band. To be more precise, of your ultimate bias. A poster from a limited edition that has been sold out for a long time.
You don't know what to say. Your cheeks turn red with excitement, but also with a bit of embarrassment, you didn't want to give the impression of a crazy K-Pop Fan.
"...T-Thanks! B-But how did you know that I-"
"... when we were printing photos together today, I looked over your shoulder and saw different folders from the band in your gallery and there was a heart behind "XY", so I thought it could be your bias ... ", he says and grins at you like a little school boy being caught by doing something forbidden.
"You are pretty good at speculating the right things..." you murmur with a little smile, confirming his guess.
He nods, still smiling, but seems to think about something else.
"Do you think I have any chance next to them? So... that you maybe would go out with me...for a coffee or so? Even if I don't look like your bias in any way and in general, if you would date anyone here because you're only had one a year here in Korea and because of the risks of a long-distance relationship and- "
"I think ... I would try it, Namjoon. Risks are everywhere. And ... I would like to try it with you," you whisper and give him a shy smile.
Attending a performing arts university, you’ve been managing just fine until the fall semester of your third year starts off by making out at a party only to realize the random guy was actually transfer Jeon Jeongguk, whom you had previously agreed to help get used to the city.
Pairing(s):
Jeon Jeongguk x Y/N
Below the cut is a written scene from the story, but you don’t need to read it to follow the plot for the fake texts portions!
masterlist link is in blog description
disclaimer: any character depicted do not represent the actual personality of the respected idol in real life.
Warning(s)/genre(s): College!au, fluff, developing relationship, love triangle(s)??, some angst/drama here and there– Jeongguk has a dog this series isn’t allowed to be too tragic.
Tag(s): @butterflylion @rjsmochii @mahakookie (if you would like to be tagged send me an ask to let me know!)
If you enjoy, let me know!! : )
set after the chat between Y/N and Jeongguk.
wc: 670
warning(s): none
“Do you think he likes me?” You asked in wonder, as if the tail of the puppy in question wasn’t wagging in excitement, with his happy panting filling the air as you lifted him into your lap. Jeongguk’s eyes rolled, perhaps his lip was pouting at the sight in of you sat with your back against the front of the couch. He huffed when Gold began licking at your cheek and prompted you to stifle a small surprised scream back with laughter.
“No, he hates you, obviously.” Jeongguk muttered under the sound of your continuing coos. His eyebrows knitted as his large puppy continued trying to shift in your lap in excitement at the new visitor. “He didn’t even like Yoongi this much when he first met him-”
“I’m special.” You broke in, nodding as you hugged onto the squirming puppy. Jeongguk snickered at your sudden assertion. He laid back into the corner of the couch opposite of your placement on the floor.
“I’m special-er.” He exaggerated the final syllable of his made-up word, then smiled despite himself as you laughed at Jeongguk’s evident jealousy. Gold suddenly escaped from your lap, trotting to the welcome mat with small yelps. “Gold-” Jeongguk scooted up from his place to control the dog and try to enforce no barking in the apartment. But Namjoon and Taehyung entered before he even made it passed the coffee table. “Oh, hey.”
“Hey,” Namjoon greeted, reaching to scratch Gold’s chin once Taehyung stood back up from claiming the puppy. “Y/N’s here too?”
“I bought pizza.” You said as you waved, refraining from scoffing as you were practically interrupted as the two immediately made way to the kitchen. “I told you they’d be distracted.” You said to Jeongguk as he turned back around with a shaking head.
“You’ll regret it when they expect it from you.” He explained with a growing grin as you jokingly tried to trip him up in his return to the couch, “Your butt’s going to get sore sitting there all evening.”
“This is where you try to do the arm thing around the shoulder thing, huh-”
“No,” He made an overly dramatic grossed out face as you slumped beside him on the couch. You returned the grossed expression with a grimace. “Hey, you’re the one who said not to bring night one up-”
“And I didn’t!” You cut in, reaching to rub your face, but really you were hiding any traces of a blush from the comment. Jeongguk blurted out a short laugh, then forced his lips into a line as you glared at him. “I was kidding.” You drew on the ending sound, slumping into the safety of the couch’s corner. “I wouldn’t want your arm around my shoulder anyways, it’s reserved for someone who doesn’t wish their dog to hate me because they’re jealous-” You jolted upright as Jeongguk took the chance of prodding his finger against your side, eliciting the tickled reaction from you that he half figured would be there.
In your surprised look at him you watched him only grin in response, clearly amused with the discovery. “No.”
He laughed at your horrored reaction, falling back into the opposite side of the couch, “What?” You grabbed at his sock clad foot just as he began to move it for another prod into your side,
“Jeongguk.” You were biting the smile back hard, shaking your head instead. “I swear, if you tickle me again-” You squirmed away as he shifted back towards you, but quickly stopped halfway. He smiled at your reaction, then fell back into the couch,
“Dramatic.” He murmured, extending his arms out above his head in a stretch. “And really ticklish, aren’t you-” He jerked into the couch, his hand instantly reaching to grab onto wrist as your finger retaliated below his ribcage.
“Really ticklish, aren’t you?” His open mouth huffed nearly amazed at you, then he released your arm slowly, smiling as he spoke,
“Truce?”
“Only because I’m ready to destroy you at Mario Kart-”
BTS Imagine: When Things Start to Get Serious - Hoseok
he begs you to go with him to EVERY event/outing/family gathering/party
he loves nothing more than to show you off, to prove to the world that you’re his and he’s yours and he’s unbelievably happy
posts so many pictures of the two of you together
LOTS of PDA
he loves to pull you into his lap whenever he can, no matter where you are or who’s around
every other day he brings home a bouquet of flowers
he tries his hardest to pick flowers that he thinks you need/want, the ones that will make you the happiest
he hates having to go on trips without you
consequently, he does whatever he can to make sure you can go with him
on the rare days he has off, he stops by to visit you at work
usually with lunch or a snack/drink or another bouquet of happy flowers
if he has lots of time to kill, he’ll hang out in your office for as long as possible, just chatting with you and your coworkers, just enjoying being with you
he picks you up from work as often as he can
his brothers make fun of how absolutely besotted he is with you, but he just laughs it off
loves to hold your hand all the time
when you reassure him that he doesn’t have to rearrange his schedule around you so much, he kisses you for a long time and totally blows it off
“I don’t want to spend another second of my life without you, angel.”
