summary; you decide to do a little boudoir photoshoot for yourself—a little sexy lingerie, some bunny ears, maybe even a little nudity to help you feel more body positive about yourself. that little photoshoot doesn’t end up being for yourself anymore when you accidentally send those sexy pictures to your stupidly hot, stupidly talented childhood friend who you haven’t spoken to since middle school graduation.
pairing; photographer!jk x reader (f)
genre/warnings; childhood friends to lovers!au, flangst, mutual pining, feelings of insecurity and body image, suggestive language, nudity
w.c; 6.2k
a/n: i was feeling a lil meh about this fic after finishing it but a month later it finally makes its debut! for @btsghostiewritersnet BGW Bingo Bash! today’s trope is “childhood friends to lovers” which surprisingly isn’t a favorite of mine so it was definitely a challenge to write! enjoy!
click under the cut for a preview! will be released this friyay!💕💕💕
“You never sent them!” Johnny whines tiredly.
“No, I definitely sent them!” you pull the phone away and keep Johnny on call, ready to prove him wrong.
But to your surprise, the last message you sent to Johnny was this afternoon.
The most recent message is to a person named John Kook.
You scream.
Johnny screams back at you with an equal amount of force, “What the fuck? Did someone break in? Are you being mobbed? See, this is why I wanted to put the baby monitor in your room—”
“Worse!” you’re well prepared for any break in, but not for this. “I sent my pics to the wrong John!”
“Well… is he at least cute?”
“I mean, in the fourth grade he looked pretty cute with that front tooth missing,” you find your output of frustration, your bunny plush, pulling it by the ear and hitting it against the bed. “His name isn’t even John! It was just his English name for a silly project we did in middle school. This is so embarrassing, all I can picture is a twelve-year-old Jungkook mortified from sexual harassment. I basically sent him nudes!”
“Tasteful nudes.”
“I’m gonna die.”
“He’s gonna die, of happiness.”
Jeon Jungkook was a classmate from elementary through middle school. Time and time again was he the object of your affections, from the first grade at the roller rink to the speech he made at graduation. But really, who cares? You’re old and have a job, and it’s not like you’ve communicated with any of your former classmates.
Your horror amplifies when the Delivered receipt is changed to Read 3:41AM.
You're a single mother with a young son (a toddler) whose a supporter of abolition and have heard of a man called John Brown. So, while attending one of his speechs, you spot a handsome man sitting in the crowd. His reputation is well known so avoidance is best. One night, he finds you at home, up late, with hopes of talking to you. You're resistant as most would be at that hour due to the safety of your son. That's until you end up in bed together and subsequently pregnant with his child.
You tuck the child into his cot
Sewing by lamplight you hear a faint knock on the door
He's looking for instructions to the tavern that was recommended to him
You know that it's too late for a stranger to take that road alone so late...
You invite him in for a warm drink
Some sweet comments and a bit of flattery on your part about his speech and then bed sheets are flying
Sweaty, torrid beautiful liasion 😍
As clipping. said "he held her when he would bust"
You don't find out until a few weeks later when ur mood swings are accompanied by morning sickness and lack of appetite for the great early lunch your friend prepares
She gives you a knowing, but panicked look
Your husband's always away so she knows it's not his
You have started writing passionate letters to Mr. Cook
You tell him and before the seasons change again he is there for you, there with you.
It’s crazy how many ways we can write Jungkook’s name, if someone wrote John Cook in a music related post I would assume immediately that it’s about the golden maknae
The scene that hopefully happened somewhere between scenes in the ending.
Seriously, this has been bugging me for a while, (no pun intended) about how we never are told whether Lucas Miller atoned for his crime against Klarg’s family and removed whatever chip he put in their heads or not.
Not even gonna pretend to put words in people’s mouthes, so I just decided to make my own scene, which was totally there.
So here we have Klarg and the fam. I think my favorite to draw, aside from Klarg, was his sister Christie and his grampa. I get the feeling she rocks the sleeveless look, taking after her brother.
Later, under direct supervision, Miller would remove the inhibitors and so, the Killgores would get a chance, now with all that had happened to them, to make their own life choices again, without the taint of the plagirizing jackass’ will over them.
As someone, who hopes for optimism, even though I’m a cynnic, I’d imagine that, though they do regain some of their oomph, their experiences had given them some perspective on where they were and where they could go from that point on.
They’d of course probably never interact with Miller again after this, as much as they’d want to rip his guts out, seeing him a cowering mess on the floor was oddly satisfying enough. That and Klarg now had a career as a Pro-Wrestler and a six figure yearly sum to help them re-adjust. They never forgave, nor forgot.
Possibly the only interaction they’d do with the B.o.B., I imagine, would be with Tres Horny Boys and Carey and Killian. THB, because Klarg did, under Zone of Truth admit he liked the guys even after everything. And the four did agree to go on a trip to Aspen at some point. Carey and Killian, because of the Noelle connection Though it was less so with time.
