The city lights blurred past as I leaned against the tinted window of the car, my heartbeat racing in time with the thrum of the engine. Tonight was supposed to be a low-key date, just Jungkook and me sneaking away from the chaos of our lives as idols. But things never seemed to go as planned when it came to us.
“We’ve got a problem,” Jungkook muttered, glancing in the rearview mirror. His voice was calm, but I could sense the tension in his words. I turned my head, catching a glimpse of the paparazzi’s headlights flashing like unwanted fireworks behind us. They were relentless, as usual.
“Of course we do,” I sighed, a mix of frustration and amusement bubbling up. “We can’t catch a break, can we?”
Jungkook flashed me that trademark smirk, the one that made my knees weak even in the most stressful moments. “Wouldn’t be as fun if it was easy, right?” His hand found mine, fingers interlocking as if to remind me that we were in this together, no matter how many cameras tried to invade our little world.
I squeezed his hand back, feeling the warmth and strength that always calmed my nerves. “What’s the plan, genius?”
He glanced at me, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Hold on tight.”
Without another word, he made a sharp turn, the car swerving into a narrow alleyway that seemed to barely fit us. The paparazzi behind us hesitated, unsure if they could make the turn. Jungkook floored the gas, and we sped through the alley, the walls on either side a blur of graffiti and shadows.
“Seriously, do you have to make everything feel like a car chase in an action movie?” I laughed, the adrenaline making my voice pitch higher than usual.
Jungkook grinned, his eyes never leaving the road. “You love it. Besides, this is the only way we get any alone time.”
He wasn’t wrong. Between our hectic schedules, public scrutiny, and the constant pressure of being in the spotlight, moments like this were rare treasures. A secret rendezvous that felt like a rebellion against the rules of fame. And in these stolen moments, he wasn’t Jungkook of BTS, and I wasn’t a celebrity. We were just two people crazy about each other.
We finally lost the paparazzi, pulling into the underground garage of a luxury hotel where we had a private suite booked under a fake name. Jungkook parked the car, and for a second, we just sat there, catching our breath and laughing at the ridiculousness of it all.
“I think we deserve a medal for that,” I said, still half-laughing, half-breathless.
He leaned over, his face inches from mine, eyes dark and intense. “How about I just kiss you instead?”
Before I could respond, his lips were on mine, and every thought about the chase, the cameras, and the chaos faded away. It was just us, wrapped up in a kiss that felt like coming home. His hands slid to my waist, pulling me closer, and I could feel the smile on his lips as our kiss deepened.
“I missed this,” I whispered against his mouth, my fingers tangling in his hair. “I missed you.”
He pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against mine. “I missed you too. Every second.”
We stayed like that for a moment, just breathing each other in, savoring the peace that only came when we were together. Eventually, we pulled away and made our way up to the suite, keeping our heads low just in case. The suite was perfect—dim lighting, soft music playing, and an impressive view of the city skyline that shimmered against the night.
Jungkook walked over to the window, gazing out at the city below. “You know,” he said, his voice softer now, “sometimes I wonder what it would be like if we didn’t have to hide.”
I moved to stand beside him, our shoulders brushing. “It would be easier, that’s for sure. But then again, maybe it wouldn’t be as exciting.”
He turned to face me, his expression thoughtful yet teasing. “You think sneaking around with me is exciting, huh?”
I shrugged, trying to play it cool even though my heart was doing somersaults. “Let’s just say it keeps things interesting.”
Jungkook’s laugh was low and rich, sending a shiver down my spine. “Well, I’m glad I can keep you entertained,” he murmured, his hand finding its way to my cheek. He leaned in, his lips ghosting over mine. “Let’s make tonight count, then.”
And we did. For a few precious hours, we were free. We danced in the suite like no one was watching, shared stolen kisses, and whispered secrets under the soft glow of the city lights. We laughed until our sides hurt, teased each other about everything and nothing, and reveled in the simple joy of being together without the world watching.
As the night wore on, we ended up tangled on the couch, Jungkook’s arm around my shoulders and my head resting against his chest. The world outside continued to buzz and spin, but here, in this little bubble of stolen time, everything felt perfect.
“I don’t care how many times we have to run,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “As long as I’m with you, it’s worth it.”
I smiled, snuggling closer. “Yeah,” I agreed, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear. “It’s always worth it.”
And in that moment, I knew he was right. Because no matter how many twists and turns life threw at us, as long as we were together, we could face anything.
Disclaimers: I don't own Coca-Cola (obviously) and I also don't own the gif I used for my header (double obviously) 😁 Creator is credited.
A Note from Kutemouse: I know, I know, I'm supposed to be working on my several Works-in-Progress, not something new. In my defense, I recently attended my class reunion and had a lot of feelings surrounding it, hence this piece of work. JK's character is a lot like the guy I was in love with for all of high school, someone I recently cleared the air with.
This work is raw and unedited (except for a brief spellcheck), so hope you enjoy kutie pies 💜
Age Recommendation: 16+ This is a pretty tame one, kuties.
Genre: Angst, Fluff, High School AU
Warnings: Swears, duh. That's honestly about it. Like I said, tame.
Word Count:
Summary: A party brings you and your old classmates together, including him. Can you reconcile with your feelings?
Master List
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Connect Two (Angst, Fluff)
The party was, in a word, loud.
Just the way you liked it.
You and your best friends, Roseanne and Lisa, were standing near the couch, sharing drinks, laughing, talking.
“What about him?” Roseanne asked, her Aussie accent piercing through your jumbled thoughts. She raised her finger to a guy who had just entered the room.
You shook your head in disgust. “Ugh, not that guy. I remember him. All he wanted from girls was their virginity.”
“He isn’t even that cute,” Lisa muttered as the said guy in question walked past, tossing a wink towards you and your friends.
You visibly shuddered. “Believe me, you don’t want to touch him with a ten-foot pole.”
“Yeah Rosé,” Lisa teased. “What’s with your taste in guys tonight?”
She tossed a dazed smile back. “Apparently I’m way too drunk to pick anyone.”
“And why are we doing this again?” you sighed. “Thank you guys for your concern, but I don’t need or want to date anyone right now.”
“Who said anything about dating?” Rosé retorted.
“Yeah, fuck that noise,” Lisa added. “We’re trying to find someone for you to spend the night with.”
“I don’t think so,” you muttered, taking a sip from your cup in the hopes that it would help you tolerate your besties’ antics.
You had been invited to a party near your parents’ house by some old schoolmates, where you knew several people from your class would likely show up. So far, you hadn’t seen too many people you knew, but the ones you did were ones you only knew in passing. You had transferred into your school only three years before graduating. Everyone else had formed their own friends and cliques, and you had different tastes than most of the student population, anyway. Where was your group of nerdy, animé-loving schoolmates?
Oh, that’s right. There were only three of you, and the other two lived abroad, leaving you here to fend for yourself. You were just glad that he wasn’t here. You hadn’t seen him since graduation five years ago, and ever since then, you’d been rehearsing the same speech over and over in your mind.
I’m sorry.
Lisa audibly gasped, gripping your arm tight. “Where?” Rosé asked, looking over your shoulder. She too loudly gasped and grabbed your other arm.
“What?” you asked, glancing between their faces. “What?!”
Lisa slowly raised a finger, pointing behind you. You looked over your shoulder to see him walking by. “Shit!” you mumbled, turning quickly back around, heat rising to your cheeks. Of course. Just when you thought you were in the clear.
Rosé looked at you incredulously. “Wait, Y/n, do you… know him?”
To say the least. You had only spent every single minute of those three years in love with him. Back then, he had cherry red hair that did nothing to take away from his bright, shy smile and the ever-present mischievous sparkle in his dark eyes. You remembered the first time you met him.
You were standing in line with your best guy friend, Hoseok, to get food. The crowd inside the gymnasium was tumultuous with all their chattering, cheering, cat-calling. You were glad to get a reprieve from the noise, even if it was brief.
“Hey, Jungkook!” Hoseok called out. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“Hey Hobi,” a quiet voice said back. You turned to see him, a shy smile on his face as he stuck his hands in his trouser pockets. His dark eyes slid over to you, giving you a curious once-over. And just like that, every wall you had up fell. You had to get to know this boy.
“Oppa,” you muttered, nudging Hoseok.
“What?”
“Introduce us,” you hissed.
Hoseok smirked. “Jeon Jungkook, this is L/n Y/n.”
You turned and gave him a bright smile, which on second thought, might not have been the best thing. Jungkook looked extremely nervous. “H-Hi,” he stammered out, his voice cracking.
However, you were determined not to let his shyness get in the way of what could potentially be an epic romance.
“Hi,” you said back, holding out your hand. He took it gingerly, his grip gentle as your intertwined hands briefly touched.
You shook the memory away, your hair falling into your face. “Oh my god, you do know him,” Rosé said. “No way. Were you friends?”
“You should introduce us,” Lisa added, twirling her hair around her finger.
“Not a fucking chance,” you muttered. You tipped your cup into your mouth only to find it frustratingly empty. “Hang on, I need another drink.”
You made your way to the kitchen, stumbling slightly, when you saw him talking to another girl, laughing and smiling that bright, wide smile. Damn him. He looked even better than he had back in school, which was saying something. His jet-black hair matured him in a way that made your knees weak, casually falling over his left eye and giving him a sultry look. Tattoos now covered his arms and hands, along with a new piercing that went through his right eyebrow. “Holy fuck,” you thought. You placed a hand over your chest as your heart flipped over itself much in the same way it had eight years ago when you saw him for the first time. No longer was his grin shy and withdrawn, but confident and fearless.
His eyes shifted in your direction, connecting with your gaze for a few seconds before sliding back over to the girl he was talking to. Just that small exchange left you reeling. It was like nothing had changed. You still felt that same invisible string connecting both your souls together, tugging you towards him despite you using all your strength to break it. But you knew he didn’t feel the same way.
“Hey guys,” Jungkook said, averting his gaze as he opened his door and gestured inside.
“Hey JK,” Hoseok said. “Ready to have your ass kicked?”
“You wish,” Jungkook shot back, tossing Hoseok a small grin. “H-Hey Y/n.”
“Hey.”
You bit your lip to contain the grin threatening to cover your entire face. After that day at the game, you, Jungkook, Hoseok, and a couple of other guys had sat at the same table for lunch. One of your favorite things to do was to play board games or card games during your break, but what you all looked forward to the most was playing video games together.
You were okay, kind of ranging in the middle of the pack, but it was one of the only ways you could spend time with Jungkook. You loved who he became while you were playing video games. He turned from a shy, soft-spoken teenager to someone who knew what he was doing and knew he was good at it. Really good.
“On your left,” he called, directing you and Hoseok effortlessly. You glanced at him. He’d dyed his hair to an attractive brunette, and had obtained a couple new ear piercings. You inhaled sharply as he bit his lip in concentration, eyes focused intently on the screen.
“Y/n!” Hoseok groaned as the screen went grey.
“Oh, oh, my bad,” you said, ripping your gaze away from Jungkook.
“It’s okay, it’s time for a snack break anyway,” Jungkook said, standing up.
“I’ll help,” you said, feeling a fresh wave of confidence wash over you. Last year, you were the awkward new girl with braces and glasses that magnified your eyes in an unattractive way, but this year was the year Jungkook noticed you. You had gotten contacts, learned how to use makeup, gotten your braces off, and learned how to style your hair to frame your face in a cute way. This was the year you made your feelings known.
You followed Jungkook to the kitchen, watching his broad shoulders as he towered above you. He’d definitely grown a lot in the past year. And his smell… so enticing. You didn’t know what kind of cologne he used, you just knew you wanted to buy buckets of it to inhale from.
Jungkook opened the fridge. “What kind of soda do you want? I have Coca-Cola, cherry, grape…”
You were barely listening. All you could do was stare at him, his flawless, creamy skin beckoning to you. The string you felt connecting your souls tugged you forward, giving you the confidence you needed to take things to the next level. You stepped close just as Jungkook was closing the fridge door and placed a quick kiss on his cheek.
Jungkook dropped the can, letting it clatter on the floor.
He looked at you, his mouth parted open. “Y/n…?” he asked weakly.
You placed your hands over your mouth, shocked at yourself. “I’m… I’m sorry,” you said, turning and fleeing the room.
You nearly crashed into Hoseok. “Hey, what’s the rush?” he joked, placing his hands on your shoulders to steady you.
“Whoa,” he said, noticing your blown pupils and heaving chest. “Are you okay, Y/n?”
“Yeah,” you said breathlessly, holding a hand to your forehead. “I mean, I think so. Feeling a bit light-headed.”
“Want me to take you home?”
“N-No, I have my car, I just need a minute.”
“Yo JK,” Hoseok said, looking over your shoulder. You didn’t dare turn around. “Can you get Y/n some water? And make sure she gets home safely? I know she’s been staying up really late to study. I’d do it myself, but I’ve gotta go home to watch my little sister. My mom was just called into work.”
“Sure th-thing.”
Concern took over Hoseok’s features. “You okay?”
“Yep,” Jungkook replied, his voice much too high.
Hoseok didn’t look convinced, but he left you both anyway after saying his goodbyes. “I’d better go too,” you said, turning.
“Wait.”
You turned, hope blooming in your chest. Jungkook’s dark eyes caught the light as he stepped close, wide and earnest. He gently took both your hands in his and squeezed. Tingles exploded across your body, like mini-fireworks of every color lighting up your insides. “Y/n, I know you l-like me,” Jungkook stammered. “But I have to tell you something…”
The fireworks inside you fizzled out, your eyebrows drawing together as you anticipated his next words. “I like someone else.”
You slid your hands out of his. “What?”
“I like someone else,” he repeated, looking away from you.
You scoffed. Of course he liked someone else. There were a hundred other girls he could pick from, all of them prettier than you, smarter than you, better than you in every way.
“I’m sorry, Y/n.”
“For what?” you said, your voice hoarse. “It’s not your fault. You can’t help how you feel.”
Jungkook finally looked at you again, pity in his eyes. You turned away, hating that he felt sorry for you. For you! He should feel sorry for himself.
You closed your eyes, willing the anger away. You meant what you said. This wasn’t Jungkook’s fault. He couldn’t help who he loved or didn’t love.
“I’ve got to go,” you muttered, turning away.
“Wait, Y/nー”
“For what?” you said, whirling around to look him in the eyes. “For you to love me back? That’s never gonna happen, soー”
“You love me?”
“Shit,” you said under your breath. “No, I-I’m confused, what I meant wasー”
Jungkook took a step away from you, his face screwed up in distress. “Y/n… I’m sorry, I don’t feel the same way.”
You shrugged. “Okay. That’s fine. It’s fine. We’re fine.”
You grabbed your things and opened the door, the tears welling up fast.
“Did I fuck up?” Jungkook asked quietly from behind you. “Are we still friends?”
You turned back, your eyes shining with tears that hadn’t spilled yet. “Yes, we’re still friends,” you choked out. “I’ll see you at school.”
“Want a drink?”
You were shaken out of the memory by a guy standing in front of you that you didn’t recognize. “I’m sorry, what?”
“I asked if you wanted a drink,” he said, his voice filled with amusement. You sized the guy up. He was cute. Not really your type, but maybe you could make the most of tonight with a guy like him.
You felt a hand on your shoulder, causing you to turn. You were expecting Rosé or Lisa, but instead felt ice run through your veins as Jungkook’s dark irises met your own. “Dude, I think your girlfriend is looking for you,” he said pointedly.
The guy snorted and left, tossing a glare in Jungkook’s direction.
“I didn’t need saving,” you snapped, brushing Jungkook’s hand away.
“I know. I just wanted to talk to you.”
“So talk.”
One side of Jungkook’s mouth lifted in a halfhearted smirk. “C’mon Y/n, you already know what I want to talk about.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Do I?”
“Don’t you remember?” he asked, stepping closer. “Graduation?”
You blinked and glanced down at the floor, painful memories pushing past all the walls you’d built to hold them back.
“Congrats Y/n,” Jungkook said, holding his diploma, smiling shyly at you. Your heart skipped a beat. Despite everything, you were still in love with him. He had grown even taller, and his hair was now dyed a sandy brown with blonde streaks. He’d grown into his smile a bit, and had even grown confident enough to sport a bit of eyeliner that attractively set off his dark eyes.
“Congrats to you!” you said enthusiastically. “We did it!”
“We did, huh?”
The awkwardness between you two grew. Even after three years of spending time together, it seems neither of you could keep the conversation flowing. “Hey, can I talk to you? In private?” Jungkook asked suddenly.
Your mouth parted open in surprise. “S-Sure.”
You both stepped out into the darkened hallway, the only light coming from a few windows further down. “I figured I should be honest with you,” Jungkook said, looking down at his feet. “Remember when you kissed me a year ago?”
You blushed profusely. “N-No,” you said, cursing your shaky voice. Of course you remembered. How could you forget? It’s not like your feelings had changed. Despite him rejecting you, Jungkook still held the number one spot in your heart. Sure, you’d dated other guys and done your best to get over him, but that string was still there, connecting you to him, wrapped around your very soul.
“I told you I liked someone else.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s right,” you said. “I r-remember now.”
One side of his mouth lifted in a half-smile. He saw right through you, and you both knew it. “Well, that girl was Aubry.”
You resisted rolling your eyes. Of course it was. She was only the prettiest girl in your class. You didn’t know a single guy who hadn’t had a crush on her at one point or another. Aubry was not only extremely beautiful, but extremely nice as well. She’d stood up for you a couple times when her more snobby friends made rude comments toward you. As far as you knew, she’d stayed single your entire school career. She was a free spirit, a kite that wanted to break free from its string. You knew she wanted to travel and do volunteer work in less fortunate countries, not stay here and be in some relationship that would likely end in disaster anyway.
“She rejected me.”
Again, you resisted rolling your eyes. You saw that coming a mile away.
“But I never stopped loving her.”
“Jungkook, why are you telling me all this?” you asked impatiently. Your friends and family were waiting on the other side of the door, why were you here letting your emotions get torn to shreds?
“Because,” he said, twisting his hands around each other nervously. “Because I wanted to tell you I was wrong.”
You blinked at him. “Wrong? About what?”
“About turning you down. I should have given you a chance.”
You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “Wh-What?”
“I was so fixated on Aubry, I ignored everyone else,” Jungkook muttered. “But as far as being with you went… I can’t say I didn’t think about it.”
Silence built a wall between you two. “Are you… Are you serious?” you finally said.
Jungkook nodded.
You scoffed. “What the hell, Jungkook? You couldn’t have told me this earlier? We’re graduating! It’s too late!”
“I know. You’re going off to college abroad, and I’m focusing on my singing career. We’re going totally different directions, but I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t at least tell you.”
“Wow. You couldn’t have left well enough alone, could you?” you said, emotion clogging up your throat. “You just had to get one more painful memory in.”
“What? No, that’s not what Iー”
“Fuck you, Jungkook.”
His mouth dropped open in shock. “Wait, Y/nー”
“No!” You cut him off, holding a hand up. “You don’t get to break my heart like that again. Fuck you!”
You threw open the door and ran through it, angrily swiping at the tears that had finally spilled over.
“Yeah, about that,” you said, pushing the memory back down into the dark recesses of your mind. “Sorry I told you to fuck off.”
“Uh, I believe your exact words were, ‘Fuck you, Jungkook.’”
You rolled your eyes. “Whatever.”
Jungkook smirked before taking a sip from his cup. “Are you here alone?”
You folded your arms. “Maybe.”
He chuckled. “If you are, I’d like to keep talking to you, if that’s okay.”
You bit your lip to contain the smile that surfaced at his words. “Sure.”
Jungkook grinned back at you, melting your insides like butter tossed into a hot pan. That string that had always linked the two of you began to thicken, building strand upon strand with each flirtatious comment, each meaningful look, each chuckle and laugh. Maybe this would ramp up into an epic romance, or maybe this would merely turn into a beautiful friendship, but either way, your connected souls would never part ways again.
summary; when your camp leader forces you and jeongguk as partners in a team building activity. with frustrations and anger flaring during your journey down the river, how will all this pent-up emotion get released?
pairing; jeongguk x reader
genre; campcounselor!au | e2l | rivals | smut
rating; M(18+)
word count; estimated 6k
warnings; outdoor smut (detail warning list when complete)
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made a moodboard for the next upcoming fic to bring me some inspiration so i can finish it. looking to have it done by end of august!
TEASER TWO
MASTERLIST
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preview;
Jeongguk grabs his can beside him and throws back the remaining beer in one long gulp, crushing it in his fist and throwing it into the pit. The flames immediately take hold and engulf it with a series of crackles. He considers you for a moment before he stands. “I’m crashing early, I’m getting a headache.” His lame excuse doesn’t fool anyone as they say their collective goodnight. He just needed to get away from you and the memories he packed away that are now coming to the surface with your surprise arrival.
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I did not create the gorgeous edits in my header, but I did edit them together into the frames, add my title, and my name. Credit for these amazing edits (from left to right) go to @jixio, @yeonkiminsgirl, and @kookbite. I did not touch their edits in any way, and their watermarks are intact. Please check them out, they do great work.
Age Recommendation: 21+
Genre: Bartender AU w/ Jungkook, Angst, Smut
Warnings: Alcohol consumption, swears, JK being the sexy, manly man that he is, very soft dom JK, making out, angsty feels
Word Count: 1,847
Damn, why is JK so fucking sexy? C;
You can find the original request here. They used my Prompt List:
Angst #26 He/she/person is hot, but evil.
Smut #46 Awww, you’re playing hard-to-get. That’s cute.
Smut #56 I’m gonna fuck you so good you won’t even remember that asshole’s name.
So I kind of took this and ran with it… enjoy C; Part 2 (with smut) coming soon!
Preview: Damn. This bartender might be hot, but he was evil. We sat in silence for a moment before Jungkook took my hand, startling me. I looked up into his large, dark eyes, his expression earnest, his mouth turned up in a half-smile. “Look, I know we just met, but… Can I drive you home tonight? I don’t think you should be alone.”
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I rested my cheek on my hand, taking another swig from the beer bottle in my other hand only to find it empty. “Hey, can I get another?” I asked, trying to keep my words from slurring together.
The bartender glanced at me as he filled a shot glass. “You okay over there, sweetheart?”
I nodded slowly before resting my head on the bar counter, looking up at him through the strands of hair that had flopped over my eyes. “‘M fine, whadda mean?”
He chuckled, striding over as I sat up, setting a glass full of liquid in front of me. It was clear, but it wasn’t in a shot glass. It was in a tall one with ice in the middle. “What’s this?” I asked, sitting up.
“Water.”
I grimaced. “This isn’t what I ordered.”
“Yeah, I know, I’m cutting you off. You’re done for tonight.”
“The fuck?” I muttered. He tossed a smirk at me that made my insides flutter. Damn this bartender. He was extremely good-looking, with raven-black hair parted down the right side of his head, shiny from a bit of gel. His white shirt stretched over his toned torso, and his tight, dark jeans left almost nothing to the imagination. And if that wasn’t enough, he had lips that were a perfect shade of pink, his top lip half the size of his bottom lip, coming together in the middle to form the most perfect cupid’s bow I’d ever seen.
I blinked, shaking myself out of my stupor. “The fuck?” I said even louder. “Where do you get off?”
“Lower your voice, sweetheart,” he said, pointing to the glass. “And drink up.”
I reluctantly obeyed, wincing as I the cold drink hit the back of my throat. I downed the water in one go. “Can I have another beer now?” I asked.
“Nope.”
Damn. This bartender might be hot, but he was evil.
“Fine,” I muttered, leaning my head against my cheek once more.
I watched as he served the rest of his customers, biting my lip every time his muscles shuddered whenever he picked up a glass or pulled on the handle of the beer tap. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I got dumped, what, only two hours ago, and I was already checking out another guy? Shit, I was pathetic.
That was nothing new, though. Just last week my best friend had told me she thought I had issues with being alone. Apparently that’s why I decided to stay with my asshole boyfriend even though I knew damn well he was fucking my other so-called best friend behind my back.
Once he finished serving everyone else, the bartender walked back over to me and refilled my water glass, setting it down in front of me before crossing his arms over the bar counter and leaning over it towards me. I flushed, not-so-subtly noticing the way his biceps flexed.
“So tell me, sweetheart,” he said. “Why are you here tonight?”
“No reason,” I mumbled.
“Uh-huh.”
“Just… needed a few drinks, y’know?”
He tilted his head, the black strands of his bangs falling into his eyes. “Sure. What’s your name?”
“None of your business.”
He chuckled. “Awwww, you’re playing hard-to-get. That’s cute.”
“Nothing cute about it,” I muttered, downing my second glass of water.
“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”
I could feel the effects of the alcohol slowly ebbing away, and I sat up even more, feeling more coherent than I had all night. “Fine.”
“Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook.”
“Y/n.”
“So… y/n. Wanna tell me the real reason why you’re here?” he asked, looking me up and down.
I sighed. “My boyfriend’s a jerk.”
Jungkook raised an eyebrow. “How so?”
“He’s a cheating, lying bastard,” I replied matter-of-factly. “Hey, can I trouble you for another water?”
Jungkook grabbed my glass and filled it once more. “If he’s such a bastard, why are you still with him?”
“I’m not,” I said, gratefully taking the now full glass and taking a sip.
“So you dumped his ass?”
“No,” I sighed, slumping over. “That’s the sad part. I should’ve dumped him, should’ve made him feel bad for doing that to me… but I didn’t. I kept struggling with what to do, and before I could figure it out, he broke up with me.”
My voice cracked towards the end of my story, and Jungkook looked at me with concern in his large, dark eyes. His mouth had tightened as he listened, his large hands now gripping the edge of the bar so hard his knuckles turned white. “I hate cheaters,” he growled. “You know, it seems every week, I get someone in here, drinking themselves half to death, so wasted they don’t even know their own name… all because their significant other couldn’t be faithful.”
“I believe it,” I croaked, my throat thick. “People can be assholes.”
“Agreed.”
Jungkook sighed before leaning back. “Look, do you have anyone to take you home?” he asked. “So you don’t have to be alone tonight?”
I shook my head. “Nope. My two best friends are unfortunately out of commission. One is out of the town, and the other… Well, she was the one my boyfriend was fucking.”
Jungkook shook his head in disbelief. “Wow.”
“I know.”
We sat in silence for a moment before he took my hand, startling me. I looked up into his large, dark eyes, his expression earnest, his mouth turned up in a half-smile. “Look, I know we just met, but… Can I drive you home tonight? I don’t think you should be alone.”
I hesitated before nodding. It was quite late, I did need a ride, and although he was a stranger, something about him seemed trustworthy.
(Author’s note: Please, for the love of god, don’t accept rides or get in cars with random strangers irl)
Jungkook glanced over his shoulder at the other customers, some of whom were starting to pack up and stumble drunkenly out into the street. “We close in fifteen, then I’ll need half an hour to clean up, is that okay?”
I nodded once more. Nearly an hour later, I found myself out in the parking lot, scuffing my shoes against the pavement as I waited for Jungkook. The bar’s lights flicked off, and he came out, wearing a black leather jacket and making sure to lock the doors securely behind him. He turned, a smile spreading over his lips when he saw me. “You’re still here.”
“I still need that ride.”
He chuckled as he pressed a button on a key fob, a black SUV lighting up as it unlocked. “You feeling sober yet?”
“Sure am, thanks to you,” I teased as we clambered into the car. He started the engine and drove down the streets, following my directions until we came to a stop in front of my apartment.
Jungkook shut the engine off then looked at me. “You sure you’ll be okay tonight?”
I swallowed, the lump in my throat returning. “Well, if I’m being honest, no, I’m not sure.”
He gripped the steering wheel. “What can I do?”
“Nothing,” I said, swiping at a stray tear that had leaked out.
Jungkook unbuckled his seat belt and leaned towards me, tentatively reaching out a finger and caressing my cheek, wiping away a second tear. “You’re lying,” he murmured. “I think there is something I can do.”
He lunged towards me, crashing his lips into mine, surprising the fuck out of me. I shoved him back. “What the hell?!” I gasped.
Sitting there, with his large eyes staring at me, pupils blown beautifully wide, mouth parted as he held his breath, waiting for my next move, only three words came to mind. “Awww, fuck it.”
I took hold of his shirt collar and yanked him back towards me, pressing my lips feverishly to his. He shoved his tongue into my cavern, tasting it, exploring it, forcefully dominating my tongue with his in a way that brought my buzz flooding back, no alcohol needed. I began to push back, swirling my tongue around his before drawing back just enough to wrap my lips around the muscle and suck. Jungkook grunted and kissed my cheek, my jaw, then my neck, stopping to nip at the skin right where my neck and shoulder connected, drawing a loud moan out of me.
I clambered over to his seat, straddling him, and I could feel his hardening member even through both of our jeans as we continued our heated make-out session. Jungkook pulled back to once more kiss his way down my neck, and my senses came to as he started unbuttoning my shirt and mouthing at my cleavage. “Wait,” I panted. “We… We can’t do this.”
He groaned before leaning back in the seat. “Why, what’s wrong?”
“It’s just… I don’t know you, and I’m probably doing this just because I’m emotional, and I don’t want to be even more pathetic than I already am.”
Jungkook’s brow furrowed at my words. “You’re not pathetic,” he said. “You were hurt. You didn’t know what to do, that’s normal.”
I looked down at our laps, letting my hair fall around my face. “I was… I was weak,” I mumbled, my voice husky as my throat once again grew thick.
“No, you weren’t. So you don’t have some crazy revenge story… so you’re more careful in your decision-making than other people… so you took some time to figure out your next move… so what?” Jungkook said, lightly grasping my jaw and lifting my chin so we were looking at each other. I was surprised to see his wide, dark eyes so full of determination. “That doesn’t make you weak,” he growled. “That makes you rational and thoughtful… traits I like in a girl.”
A blush spread over my cheeks, but I didn’t look away. “Yeah, and that’s another thing,” I said. “I don’t want you to just be a one-night stand or a rebound fuck… If I’m gonna sleep with someone, I want it to be real.”
Jungkook leaned forward, our noses nearly touching, and I suddenly became very aware of the fact that I was still straddling him. He reached up and combed his hands through my hair, the strands falling between his fingers as I closed my eyes at his touch. “Who says this isn’t real?” he murmured. “You caught my eye the second you walked in my bar. We have a real connection, y/n. I don’t want you to be just a one-night stand, either.”
I didn’t know if what he was saying was true or not, but if I were to ever fall in love again, I knew that was going to be a risk I was going to have to take. I reached over Jungkook and pulled on the handle, popping open the car door and clambering off of him to the ground. I grabbed his hand, intertwining his fingers between mine. “Come on,” I said, nodding towards my apartment. “I have a bed up there that’s dying for some use.”
The Birthday Gift | Jungkook X Y/N | Oneshot (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/PfR68mmHVQ It is Jungkook's Birthday but he has plan something special for You. Hope you Enjoy I had wrote this for my friend Gidae so if her name is in there I am sorry I looked through and tried to change it all, and forgive me for spelling xD Anyway Enjoy~ <3
