starboy — jeon jungkook , series (completed) repost !!
context: everyone assumes you two can't stand each other, but is that really true?
genre: smau + written , crack + fluff , frenemies to lovers
pairing: popular classmate!jk x class president!oc
warnings: uni au, english majors, yapping , nerds, mentions of sexual activities (sometimes) ,, that's pretty much it lmao,, js want them to be my silly nerdy characters!!! <3
originally started: 14 nov 2024 & ended: 31 dec 2024
index:
01 tense
02 nonsense
03 desparate
04 tragic red flag
05 universe
06 sandwiches
07 revenge
08 dedication
09 a date ?
10 into you
end.
extra 𖹭 — late night texts , can't sleep. can't stop thinking about you.
Description: Stupid Jeongguk and his cute sweaters and pretty posse of Hyungs.
Genre: more fluff and cuteness but this time with holding hands and id checking
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[This is kind of short I’m so sorry. I have more written, but it just felt right to cut it here when I was writing because of the next sequence of events. Chapter Four is like half written and the other half is already planned, so it’ll be out soon. I just finished all of my finals for university and I have so much more time now! I’m a full time student and work two jobs, so finding time to write this was so hard before. I’m only working one job right now, so I’ll be writing as much as I can over break. ALSO(last one agh sorry) Thank you to everyone for reading this. This started out as something for me, but I now I have you guys in mind. I like writing with the thought of your guys’ reactions and thoughts. okay now I’m done. Enjoy~]
Yoongi is many things and being wrapped around his friend’s fingers is not one of them. At least, that’s what he tells himself as he spins one more time in his desk chair. Hoseok sits behind him on a couch sipping at a pink fruit smoothie, far too floral and sweet for his taste.
“What if she sucks?”
Hoseok exhales and looks up from his phone to sigh at Yoongi who continues to spin absentmindedly and sip his black coffee. The brief question of how Yoongi doesn’t get dizzy or choke on his drink crosses through Hoseok’s mind. “Are you really stress spinning in your chair right now, Hyung?”
Yoongi drags himself to a stop and gives Hoseok a blank stare over his drink. “Leave my nervous habits out of this. You’re the one who invited some random girl into my studio and promised I would mentor her. I’m nervous she’s gonna suck and I’m gonna have to fake liking her shit. Jin-hyung’s the token theatre kid, not me.”
Hoseok rose an eyebrow before looking back at his phone. “I’m telling Jin-hyung you said that. Besides, Jeongguk really likes her, Hyung. You would've thought she hung to stairs every night for him or something. Plus, she’s cute. You sure that’s not why you’re nervous?”
Yoongi coughs as he chokes on his coffee. “I am a grown man, why would I be nervous around a girl?”
“Because you haven’t so much as looked in the direction of any girl in 2 years. If I hadn’t walked in that one time while you were jerking off, I would’ve sworn you were asexual or some shit.” Hoseok took great pride in the flesh that fell over Yoongi’s body.
“Hobi, I thought we agreed to not talk about that anymore.” Yoongi wasn’t sure if he wanted to smother himself or Hoseok with one of the shitty throw pillows on the couch.
“Didn’t know it was such a sensitive subject for you Hyung what with how well endowed you are, if you know what I mean.'' Hoseok gave a small smirk as he sipped, not once looking up from his phone.
Yoongi decided that smothering Hoseok and then himself was the best course of action.
There was something entirely too enduring and slightly destructive about the way Jeongguk fiddled with his sleeves. I hadn’t noticed the first time we spoke, but sitting next to him in the café closest to Yoongi’s studio now, the frayed ends on the arms of his sweater were prominent. His fingers, covered by the sleeves of his sweater, fiddle over the cup between his hands for each other as they snag loose strands of fabric. We haven’t really spoken much in the 20 minutes we’ve been sitting, but every time I go to say something he looks more and more nervous. I watch as his left sleeve receives the blunt of his nervousness, possibly one more pull from completely unraveling. It makes me want to hold his hands.
“You’ll ruin your sweater if you keep pulling at the yarn.”
Jeongguk snaps his eyes from the lid of his cup to me as he blinks and looks back down at his sleeves. He flushes and lets go of his cup, probably unaware he was even fiddling with his sweater.. “Sorry, it’s a bad habit of mine. My mom used to roll my sleeve up to my armpits when I was younger to get me to stop.”
I giggled at the image and brought my drink up to my lips. “I used to drink water when I got nervous because some doctor told me it would calm my nerves when I was younger.”
“I don’t see how hydrating yourself is as bad as ruining half of your favorite clothes.”
“It is when you piss yourself on your first day of school as a transfer student.”
Jeongguk stiffens a little and tries his best to suppress his laughs. He fails and a loud cackle rings through the café as he scrunches his face and throws his head back with a smack against wood. I gasp and lunge towards him to cradle the back of his head. A hiss leaves his mouth before he flushes.
“Sorry, I uh…” I go to let go as my cheeks get warmer, but his head leans into my hand again. Oh god he’s the cutest...
“I pissed my pants at a frat house party Freshman year.” My hand, rubbing soft circles where he bumped his head, freezes as he speaks. Jeongguk briefly looks me in the eye before looking at his drink again and licking his lips. “Some guys thought it was a good idea to dare Freshman me to chug from the keg upside down. Apparently, drunk me is more competitive than sober me and can’t hold in their piss while upside down.”
My body falls forward as I laugh, imagining a freshman Jeongguk held upside down by his ankles with piss running down his shirt. I don’t notice how close I’ve leaned on him until I go to speak. “This is gonna sound horrible, but I would’ve loved to see that.” The heat from my breath bounces off his shoulder and back onto my face as I relies how close we are. My head is nearly tucked against his shoulder with less than a couple inches between us.
“Flowers…” Jeongguk’s stiff as he whispers under his breath.
“Uh... flowers?” I slowly retract my hand and lean farther away.
Jeongguk blinks a few times before avoiding eye contact to grab his phone. “W-we should probably go. Hobi-Hyung said he already buttered up Yoongi-Hyung with some iced coffee, so we should be good to go.” He stands from the booth and hands my bag to me from the floor. I nod and swallow down the thought that I probably made him so uncomfortable that he wants to leave early. We didn’t need to be at the studio until 2:30. It was only 2 o’clock.
“You’re sure this is okay, right? I heard he doesn’t let anyone in his studio.”
Jeongguk nods and gives me a gentle small. “that’s only partially true. Yoongi-Hyung doesn’t let strangers into his studio.”
My eyes close as I throw my head back and let out a whine. “Jeongguk-shi I’m a stranger. This is probably really weird, oh god. What if he hates everything I made? I spent like four days perfecting everything on my flash drive.” I can feel my chest rise and fall as I bite down the bile rising in my throat.
Jeongguk twitches his hands out a little, nervous to make any sudden movements, before he settles on grabbing my hands as they twist the straps of my bag. “You’ll ruin your bag if you keep doing that.”
I pout my lips and fix my posture to meet his eyes. He’s too damn tall. “At least give me credit if you’re gonna throw my words back at me.” He doesn’t move his his hands from mine as I relax my shoulder with a small roll. “I’m just really really nervous to meet him. My entire class grade depends on this going well and he’s supposed to be this freaky musical genius. How am I supposed to impress him?” I twist my hands little and give his hands a squeeze back as thank you. God I hope my hand aren’t sweaty right now.
Jeongguk, seemingly to having forgotten about the fact that he was basically holding my hands between his, retracts his hands and wipes them on his pants. “I think you’ll do fine. Besides, Yoongi-Hyung owes a favor or two.”
My mind knows that he doesn’t mean it a negative way, but I still feel my face drop and a heavy feeling settle in my chest. I don’t want Yoongi to agree if it’s just because of his friendship with Jeongguk. I want my talent to be enough for Yoongi and everyone else to see.
Jeongguk seems to notice my mood has soured as he licks his lips and throws a hand through his hair. “Not that I don’t think your music isn’t good enough! I’m just saying that if Yoongi-Hyung says no and you guys don’t, and I quote, “vibe well”, then I'll talk some sense into him. He’s not some big scary producer guy who’s gonna yell at you for not being at the same level as him. He’s barely 5′9″ as it is.”
My head falls to my chest as I watch his fingers fiddle with his sweater.
“I’m gonna be out of the bag and you’re gonna be out of a sweater if we both keep trying to rip them up like this.” My hands do what they’ve been itching to do since the café and gently pry his fingers from beneath the safety of his sleeves. If Chaebin and Yoonjin could see me now they’d be screaming. Me, who took three weeks to hug them without feeling uncomfortable, is now grabbing a boy’s hand all by myself. Look at me go, I guess. “Thank you though, Jeongguk-shi. I knew what you meant, so no hard feelings. Okay? now, let’s get this over with shall we?”
I let go of his hands, which are much much larger than mine and much more tatted now that I give them a glance, only to feel his tightening on mine at the last moment. My head tilts upward as I raise both eyebrows in question.
“You can call me Jeongguk.”
Something in my chest lightens the heaviness from before as I pinch my lips to hide a grin. “Haven’t I already been doing that?” Teasing him is too much fun sometimes.
Jeongguk in all of his tall, and surprisingly tattooed, glory pouts as his shoulder slump inward with a huff. “You know what I mean! We’re friends and the same age, so you can drop the honorifics, (Y/N).”
My eyebrows furrow as my head tilts sideways slightly. “What are you talking about? You’re older than me.”
Jeongguk mirrors my expression before scoffing. “No you’re not, you’re just going by International age. We’re in the same grade, so we’re the same age obviously.” I press down the minuscule laugh that bubbles up and give Jeongguk’s hands over mine a small squeeze before sliding a hand into my bag. I let the smile break across my face as I find what I’m looking for and replace my other hand in his with it.
Jeongguk brings my government issued id closer to his face, no glasses today sadly, before his eyes widen.
“How does Jeongguk-oppa sound?”
Jeongguk clears his throat before handing my id back to me. “Oppa sounds great.”
Genre: like 90% fluff, 10% stupid jokes and bad humor
Description: Stupid Jeongguk and his cute sweaters and pretty posse of hyungs.
(Disclaimer: This will probably have some typos. I started writing this instead of doing some Statistics homework and spent so long on it that I have zero time to edit. Sorry~)
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There was no game plan. There never really had been, at least not for me. Making it past 16 was something I had never foreseen, never imagined I could do. And now, here I am, alone in a country in a university far from home with no idea how life is supposed to go. Okay, maybe I’m being pessimistic because I’m not completely alone. I have friends if you count the two idiots who don’t let me drown in takeout boxes on weekends. They’re wonderful, they really are, I promise.
Yoonjin is the sweetest person I’ve ever met no matter how much I want to strangle her into putting herself first. She’s the one who calls me about anything and everything. Don’t tell her that I secretly love that she calls me first when something happens. Chaebin is my right hand gal. My broski. My homegirl. My uh… well she’s great honestly. She’s all bark and no bite with the strongest affiliation for cute things, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. These two are pretty much my whole life other than the impending doom of my failing future that I have chosen to personally personify. Makes it less scary if it's punchable, honestly.
“Are you gonna actually do your work or are you gonna stare at your coffee all day?
Rolling my head to the side, I eye Chaebin with the blankest face I can muster.
“I didn’t ask to be criticized when I asked you to come to the library with me.”
“No, but you did ask me to make sure you finish your paper in time for practice tonight. Yoonjin will cry if you let her go by herself again.” I groan, throwing my head against the cushion of the booth’s chair. She’s right, I know she is. I’ve missed two weeks of dance workshops and Yoonjin, without missing a beat, after every workshop comes knocking on my door teary eyed and sputtering about how she was all alone and lost without me there. Food usually helps soften her up.
“You think she’ll forgive me if I miss just one more week?” Chaebin twitches her eyebrow up as she side eyes me from her computer. I slump even further and push my laptop farther away in favor of laying my head down. “You’re right. She’ll probably accuse me of abandoning her and our friendship if I skip one more time.”
“I’ve literally seen you pump out a 12 page research paper in 3 hours, just go dance or whatever tonight and stress yourself later.”
“Anxiety and Red Bull are a toxic combo, but I’ll have you know that I got a 94 on that paper.” Smiling smugly, I turn my head to look at her. She’s not wearing her glasses today, so it’s hard to tell if she’s glaring at me or blind today. “If I bail, are you gonna be okay by yourself? I can swing by afterwards with Yoonjin, so you don’t have to walk home alone tonight.”
Her glare softens as she shakes her head no before grabbing some eyedrops. Oh. So she is wearing her contacts. “No, I’ll be okay. I came packing.” Her right hand pats her bag before she smirks and continues searching through her syllabus.
I eye her bag warily and half jokingly say, “Please, tell me you don’t have a gun.”
Her face scrunches as she stares at me. “Are you stupid? Why would I have a gun? I meant I have my phone and a taser. Do I look like I know how to shoot a gun?”
I shrug and start packing up my bag. My joints scream and pop from being stationary so long. “I am, do I look like I know how to shoot a gun? You never know Chae, I could be a highly skilled marksman just waiting to take someone out. I might not even be a real college student, just a really good undercover assassin.”
Her nose twitches as she clicks open a few browsers. “You almost cried last night when you saw a stray cat ignore you. I highly doubt you’re killing anyone these days.”
“Animals love me and that one hurt, don’t use my feelings against me. Don’t you remember when you cried because you thought I was ignoring you last year?” Her face dropped as she coughed into her shirt, trying to hide the red splotches. “I was literally sick for three days and you came to my apartment with food because you thought I hated you. What was it you said? Something about not being allowed to hate you if you fed me.”
“We don’t talk about junior year, I was going through it.” Her voice was tight, but I could tell she was amused. “It’s almost 6 o’clock, you should text Yoonjin and tell her that you’re not abandoning her tonight.” She slides my bag towards me and lets me scoot past her out of the booth.
“Yoonjin and I will be by later to walk you back to your apartment around 9:30. Sound good?” My legs wiggle as I try and get a feeling back into them from sitting so long. When I stand there longer than normal, her eyes flash up as she nods and waves her hand at me to leave.
To: Yoonjin the Trash Bin
You wanna meet outside the commons tonight or walk over together?
From: Yoonjin the Trash Bin
WAHH
YOU”RE COMMING? No more awkwardly standing in the back by myself!?!?!? :)))))))
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let’s meet in the the commons
To: Yoonjin the Trash Bin
7? By the double doors upstairs?
From: Yoonjin the Trash Bin
No, no, no my friend come ASAP. We have much to discuss.
“You actually did come.” Yoonjin’s hand reaches out and pinches my arm before she settles back against the wall. “I thought for sure your text was all some weird daydream I had conjured up.”
“Chaebin convinced me that our friendship was on the line if I left you alone at another workshop for the third week in a row.” My bag landed on the ground as I slide down next to Yoonjin. Her hair, newly cut and dyed to a short choppy greyish purple bob, was still something I needed to get used to. Yoonjin had failed her midterm last week and as a result decided that her hair would rejuvenate her life and, thus, her will to study. I still don’t think she’s bought her textbooks for this semester yet, but that’s not my business.
“As she should! It was your idea to start coming to these dance things, and you left me!” Despite her anger, she still turned her smoothie toward me as an offering. “I look like a loose limbed monkey in there. At least with you there, you explain the steps to me.” I choke on the smoothie a little bit, as she crosses her arms.
“Loose limbed monkey? Yoon, you look fine! These workshops are meant for people who don’t have dance experience. It was your idea to try dancing, I just found a place to do it” Her face contorts as she sips on her smoothie again, shaking it to mix it up and get some frustration out.
“It wouldn’t be so bad if people like you or Jeong-fucking-guk didn’t kept coming. It’s not fair to suck and then have to watch you two just like magically do it.” Her head gets thrown back with a thud as she grunts. Immediately I laugh and rub the back of her head in oder to soothe the soon to be ache.
“I can go if you want since you seem to not want me or Jeongguk here apparently.” Her eyes dart over to me in the most non threatening but threatening way possible for someone like her. “Okay, so I’ll stay. Make your mind up Yoonjin, I can’t keep playing these games with you.” I click my tongue against my teeth as she smacks my thigh closest to her. “You said something about Jeongguk coming right? Since when does he come out to these things? I thought he was a dance and choreography minor? Shouldn’t he be with the big dogs or something in like a real class dancing?”
Yoonjin hums, offering me the rest of her smoothie. It’s a green looking health smoothie from a self proclaimed health bar down the street. It’s for sure my favorite, and definitely not her’s, so I take it and nudge her as a thanks. “That’s the thing, I didn’t even know he went to these things. Usually I just hang out with you and everyone else who hides in the back with me, but last week he came up to me and asked if you were still coming.” I raise my eyebrows in surprise and nod for her to continue. “I told him you’ve been busy and he kinda just nodded and shuffled away. He did tell me to tell you to take it easy though.”
“Were you ever planning on telling me that a boy approached you about me?”
“I'm telling you now and that’s all that matters. Besides, I thought you swore off men after the mishap freshman year with that one Tinder date.”
Immediately my face heats up, and I grimace at the memory. “We don’t talk about that for a good reason, you brat.” If she’s mad I called her a brat, her smug smile doesn’t show it. I go to open my mouth and further yell at her for bringing up the traumatizing story when a pair of black heavy boots skids to a stop by my stretched out legs.
Okay, so here's the thing about Jeon Jeongguk . He is terrifyingly good looking. So much so that looking at him hurts, like physically hurts. Jeon Jeongguk could punch me in the face and I would say thank you for the attention and bow before passing out. Okay, that’s perhaps way too far but he is attractive and built. God, is he built. And he’s not even an asshole about it! Most guys who exercise thrive on showing off their bodies and flaunting their muscles. Not Jeon Jeongguk , though., Nope! Jeongguk wears sweaters and button ups that make him resemble a Korean version of Mr. Rogers. All smiles and kind eyes with a heart of gold. Men like Jeongguk are the reason I have heart issues and top notch acting skills.
“You’re back!” My eyes blink a few times at Jeongguk before I register that he's looking at and me actually speaking. When I don’t say anything Jeongguk fiddles with the sleeve of his shirt and looks at Yoonjin before letting out a cough. He speaks a little calmer now, more airy and rushed. “Yoonjin said you’ve been busy and I was worried you weren’t gonna come back ‘til next semester. Not that I worried about you or like not not worried about you, but uh…” He sputtered a little and lets out a small huff of air before ruffling his hair back. My lips pressed together as I swing from internally swooning over his cuteness to the attractiveness of him pushing his hair back. “It’s good so see you back. Hobi hyung, says it's good to have some experienced people in the class to encourage and help beginners.”
“Is that why you keep coming too?”
Maybe he doesn’t expect my question or for me answer him at all, but he blinks a little too hard and shyly looks over my shoulder rather than my face. It’s cute and maybe it makes a smile break out on my face. Just maybe though. “Yes! Hobi-hyung asked me to help him since he can’t uh ya know help everyone at once.” He doesn’t sound too sure of himself, but I let it go seeing as this is our first comprehensible conversation.
“That’s sweet of you to help your hyung for free. Does Hoseok-shi think I’m there to do the same? I feel a little bad missing the past two weeks if you’ve been doing it all by yourself.” I frown and pinch my eyebrows a little tighter, looking the direction of the doors. Should I apologize? Yoonjin beside me, I can tell, has grown more and more interested in our conversation as she undoubtedly is texting our group-chat with Chaebin about what's happening. She nudges me to focus when the conversation stalls a little. The nerve of her, I swear.
Jeongguk , getting redder and slightly more panicky, shakes his head no a little too roughly. His hair looks a little messed up, and I nearly squeal with the need to fix the adorable mess that he is right now. Outside, however, I just smile softly and encourage him to explain. “Hobi-hyung and I are okay, you’re just like an added bonus to class cause you know you obvious have some experience with your technic and seem to pick up the dances quickly.” It’s a little rushed, but I think I make out everything he’s saying.
“Are you trying to say I’m a good dancer Jeongguk ?” It’s meant to be lighthearted and playful, but Jeongguk physically widens his eyes and looks everywhere, but in my direction for a few seconds before he stops trying to voice anything out just nods. My hands clasp in my lap as a I suppress a smile and will the flush to disappear from my cheeks. “Thanks, you dance really well too. I can see why you’re studying dance.”
Jeongguk whispers the faintest, “Thank you,” before shoving his thumb in the direction of the door indicating that he’s gonna help them set up for the workshop. I wave goodbye and watch as he does the same and dashes behind the door. Now that he’s gone, I can breathe a little easier. That was probably the weirdest experience I’ve had today, or this week for that matter. Pretty people don’t just go up to me and talk, let alone me of all people. And when I say pretty people, I mean pretty people like Jeongguk and his pretty posse of friends. Jeongguk and his hyungs are just uncommonly so pretty and somehow together all the time. Even now Jeongguk is inside with Jung Hoseok, a graduate student who hosts the beginner dance workshops on Thursday. The fact that Jeongguk even talked to me, or asked about me last is enough to twist my insides a little. Normal people talk to people all of the time, but Jeongguk was not normal and his hyungs are not normal. I mean they are, but they project this ethereal aura that just intimidates everyone. So, why for the love of God was Jeon Jeongguk just talking to me?
“Are we gonna talk about what just happened or are you gonna keep staring at the door?”
