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Paint me like a patient
Pairings: liveweddingpainter!reader/doctor!jk, shy!reader, whipped!jk
Part 1 - Part 2 final (smut)
Warnings: none really, just heavy making out, future smut.
Summary: She sat their elegantly, her posture straight, her dress fallen down on the floor as a puddle and her eyes swarmed every detail of the beautiful couple on stage, however she didn't know that Jeon Jungkook was focusing on her instead.
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“Please, be respectful!” the maid of honor calls out, her voice cutting through the excited chatter of children crowding around my workspace, drawn to the vibrant colors of paint. “Pink! Pink! Pink!” A little one rushes over and hugs my knee as I sit, and I can’t help but admire their innocent joy.
Worry flickers through me at the thought of paint spilling, but that innocence is so refreshing. My brush glides smoothly as I outline the bride’s diamond crescents, each stroke a testament to the beauty of love—a sacred promise calling for a moment of peace.
“Jungkook, are you listening?” Jimin interrupts, playfully slapping the back of Jungkook's head.
Jungkook flinches, scowling in response, while Jimin laughs, teasing, “You’re not slick, staring at that painting girl.”
Jungkook pouts, leaning back in his chair like a predator poised to pounce. “I wasn’t looking at her; I’m looking at the painting.”
“Then go tell her how good it is! Why tell me?” Jimin smirks, pushing him.
Jungkook sinks deeper into his seat. “No.”
“Go.”
“No. No.”
“Go!” Jimin raises his voice slightly, drawing curious glances from guests at the bride’s table.
“Fine!” Jungkook stands up, adjusting his tie and pushing his hair back, exposing his forehead.
“How long are you gonna stand there, Mr. ‘I’m not looking at her’?”
Jungkook sighs, his posture rigid as he steps forward, determined not to glance back at Jimin, knowing it would only irritate him further. As he approaches, he sees her long, beautiful hair, and his heart sinks into a gentle sigh.
“Hi.” He steps into her space, and she pauses, turning toward him.
All she sees is a tall man with an endearing, giddy expression; his cheeks are round, and his muscular build adds to his charm. He’s adorable.
“You’re painting, it—it’s... uh...” Jungkook stutters, catching a glimpse of her lips curving into a soft smile that sends butterflies through him. “Pretty. Really pretty painting.”
He waits, and she laughs softly, mixing pink on her palette, nodding with eyes that sparkle as they lock onto his.
Jungkook can only return her gaze, laughter bubbling up between them.
In truth, the man before her makes her nervous in the best way possible; she longs to respond but struggles to find the words.
“Um, yeah, let me, uh, nice meeting you... I’ll let you focus,” he says, nervously laughing as he starts to step back.
She smiles warmly, offering a small goodbye, feeling a pang of disappointment as he retreats; his presence was comforting, lingering in her mind as she paints.
“That was one minute, Jeon Jungkook, and you didn’t even get her number,” Jimin scolds him.
“Why were you watching?” Jungkook scoffs, a hint of embarrassment creeping in.
“It was painful,” Jimin replies with a dramatic sigh.
Jungkook remains still, eyes fixed on the mysterious girl throughout the wedding, lost in thought until she begins to gather her things to leave.
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As the scene shifts, Jungkook finds himself in a hospital, where the weight of his responsibilities is palpable.
“Which bone is this?” he asks his shadowing student, whose voice trembles under the intensity of Jungkook's gaze.
“Uh, the femur, doctor,” the student stutters.
“Good.” Jungkook’s tone is sharp but fair.
“Doctor Jeon, a new patient has a broken leg.”
“What’s her status?” he inquires, quickening his pace.
“She’s stable, but in a lot of pain.”
“Let’s get her some relief,” he replies, determination fueling his steps.
As he enters the patient’s room, time seems to freeze; the air thickens, and his breath catches as he sees her—the painter girl, her smile radiant despite the injury, a spark of recognition lighting her eyes.
Jungkook gently removed the cuff from around his neck and approached the enigmatic painter girl, extending his hand for a shake.
"Hi, I'm Dr. Jeon," he said, captivated by the warmth of her touch and the sweet scent of cinnamon that seemed to linger in the air around her. It was a comforting aroma that reminded him of cozy afternoons spent in cafés.
"I'm ___," she replied softly, her voice wrapping around him like a soothing melody. She was stunning—so breathtakingly beautiful that her voice nearly put him in a trance, drawing him in deeper with each word.
From the corner of the room, a the shadowing student named Bailey watched them closely, her brow furrowed as she sensed the undeniable tension hanging between them like a taut string ready to snap.
Jungkook, lost in the charm of her voice, finally noticed her injured leg propped awkwardly at an angle. Concern flickered in his eyes as he knelt beside her. "How did you hurt yourself?" he asked gently, his tone laced with genuine care.
"I fell down a couple of stairs," she admitted, her cheeks tinged with embarrassment. She cast her gaze down, avoiding his eyes as if afraid to meet his concern head-on.
Dr. Jeon’s expression softened, and he carefully lifted her leg, assessing the injury with a practiced touch. "Our student here will get you a cast, and she'll call me afterward for a follow-up," he said, his voice steady and reassuring.
"But Dr. Jeon, do I really have to call you? I didn't think—" Bailey protested, her voice wavering slightly.
"Please, just follow the instructions, Bailey," he said, forcing a reassuring smile that masked his underlying worry. He glanced back at ___, his eyes lingering on her face, as if gauging her discomfort.
___ felt a mix of emotions swirling within her—overwhelmed by the situation, yet acutely aware of Dr. Jeon’s warm presence and his undivided attention.
"It is kind of painful, Dr.," she asked hesitantly, biting her lip as she tried to gauge his reaction.
"Don’t worry," he assured her, his voice a balm to her worries. "You’ll be back to normal in no time." His smile was infectious, and she felt a flicker of hope in his words.
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Later, as I wheeled through the hospital’s bright corridors, the scent of antiseptic mingling with the occasional whiff of fresh flowers from a nearby bouquet, I waited for my mom to pick me up. I was grateful it was just my leg that was injured—if it had been my arms, I wouldn't be able to paint, a thought that both relieved and saddened me.
“___!” I heard Dr. Jeon’s voice call from a distance, cutting through the noise of bustling nurses and patients.
He rushed toward me, his smile brightening the dimness of my day. “Sorry, my forgetful student didn’t call me back. It could affect her grade,” he said with a mock-seriousness that made me chuckle.
“Dr. Jeon! Please don’t be hard on poor Bailey!” I laughed, the lightness of the moment easing my earlier anxiety.
“I’m just teasing, ___,” he replied, but his expression turned serious again. He pulled out a sharpie and carefully wrote on my cast, bending down to meet my knee level. I glanced down at his tousled hair, which made him look almost like a playful boba ball. The sight of him so close felt both comforting and exciting.
“Done!” he announced, stepping back with a triumphant grin.
Looking down, I saw a number scrawled alongside a cheerful note wishing me to feel better. It was a simple gesture, but it sent a flutter through my chest. When I glanced back up, however, he was already gone, swept back into the busy rhythm of the hospital, his white coat trailing behind him like a cape.
Shock coursed through me. What did this mean? Should I call him? The number lingered in my mind, a beacon of possibility amidst the uncertainty. Would he want to hear from me? My heart raced as I weighed the options, contemplating the connection we had just begun to forge.
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I was sweating profusely on the Pilates machine, my breath coming in short gasps as I desperately sipped from a small glass of water. My leg was better, and I decided to just stick to arm exercises. The rhythmic hum of the gym around me felt like a distant buzz. "Girl, what's got you so tired today?" my friend Jessie asked, her voice cutting through my focus.
"What do you mean? I’m normal, I swear," I replied, a hint of nervousness creeping into my tone as I tried to wipe the sweat from my brow.
Jessie raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. Her smirk was all too familiar, like she could read my thoughts. "I know you, girl."
I hesitated, feeling a flutter of excitement mixed with anxiety. Finally, I let it slip. "Well, there might be a man..."
"Ooo, who?!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
I took a deep breath, feeling my heart race. "So, I was painting at this client's wedding, right? And this guy came up to me. I found him so cute! Turns out he’s actually a doctor at our hospital!"
Jessie’s eyes widened in shock, her mouth forming a perfect "O." "A doctor, __!!!!!!! And you didn’t even try to tell me?"
"Stop, Jessie! You know I get tongue-tied talking about him, even though it’s only been a short while."
Jessie scoffed, her excitement undeterred. "So go for it, girl! What’s holding you back?"
"He gave me his number, but I’m hesitant to call. What if it’s just about the cast and not about me…?" The thought made my stomach twist.
Jessie slapped the back of my head playfully. "Girl, doctors would go to jail if they did that with their clients! Be realistic. This man likes you! Now let’s go eat some grilled cheese; I’m craving Panera."
"You go ahead. I’ll call him..." My voice trailed off, uncertainty flooding back in.
"Fine! I’ll be in the changing rooms. See you!" Jessie dashed off, leaving me alone with my racing thoughts.
I nervously handled my phone, wiping my sweaty hands on the towel around my neck before gulping down another mouthful of water. The weight of the moment felt heavy, and my heart pounded as I pressed the keys to input his number. Finally, I hit "dial" and held my breath.
Within three seconds, I heard an enthusiastic, "Hello!"
I couldn’t help but chuckle at his energy. "Hi!" I replied, my voice wavering slightly.
"Um, how’s your knee?" he asked quietly, a hint of concern lacing his tone. I could almost picture him, his brow furrowed with genuine care.
"Yeah, it’s good, doct—"
"Jungkook. Please call me Jungkook."
"Okay, yes, Jungkook," I said, feeling a warm flutter in my chest as his name rolled off my tongue.
There was a brief silence, a soft shuffle on his end, before he spoke again. "I want to ask you out on a date—at the arcade in downtown?"
I was momentarily speechless, the words hanging in the air like a promise. But excitement quickly surged through me. "Yes!" I replied, almost too eagerly, a grin breaking across my face.
My heart raced, and I felt a rush of adrenaline. Jungkook let out a relieved breath, and I could hear the smile in his voice. "Great! I’ll see you tonight? I know it’s a bit rushed; I finish work at 6—"
"I’d love to, Jungkook."
"Before I leave… dress code is fancy!" he added, his tone teasing yet serious.
I burst out laughing, the sound echoing in the empty gym. "Fancy, Jungkook? It’s an arcade! Are you serious?"
He laughed back, the sound bright and contagious. "Yes! Now go, go!" he exaggerated, and I could hear the excitement bubbling in his voice.
Feeling affectionate and lighthearted, I said goodbye, a smile plastered across my face as I hung up. My heart danced in my chest, and as I glanced at my reflection in the gym mirror, I couldn’t help but grin at the unexpected thrill of what lay ahead.
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My dress cascaded elegantly down to my feet, hugging my curves just right. I felt beautiful, even with my crutches held tightly under my form-fitting black dress. I wanted to accentuate my figure, so I styled my hair to flow down to my waist, opting for a natural glow with minimal makeup. Excitement bubbled within me as I prepared to see him.
As I grabbed my bag—its sole treasure a shimmering lip gloss—I caught sight of him standing under the moonlight on the empty street. His presence filled me with a warmth that made my heart flutter. Dressed in an all-black suit adorned with soft Swarovski crystals, he looked utterly dashing. His smile, bright and inviting, drew me in.
“Hello…” he gasped softly.
I could feel his gaze tracing my body as I moved. It felt electric, and I noticed him stealing a glance at my curves as he opened the car door for me.
Once we settled in, before the car roared to life, he simply stared at me, a quiet intensity in his eyes.
“What’s wrong? Is there something on my face?” I asked, my insecurity creeping in as I reached for the car mirror.
He took my hand gently and held it, his touch comforting.
“Nothing about this is wrong. You look gorgeous. I just want to stare a bit longer.”
His words silenced me, and I found myself blushing deeply as I pulled my bag closer.
He started the car, and we set off for the arcade.
“So, what brought you to this city, beautiful?”
The compliment made me warm inside. “I came for the weddings. This city has so many beautiful landscapes, perfect for ceremonies and photos. I travel a lot for work.”
“Do you enjoy what you do?”
“Absolutely. It’s rewarding to be part of someone’s special day, adding a sprinkle of positivity to their lives. Knowing my work hangs on their living room walls, it feels like I’m part of something significant.”
Jungkook smiled softly, his gaze never leaving me.
“Yeah, I agree. You’re special, and I love the idea of spreading positivity. As a doctor…”
I listened intently, holding his left hand while he steered with his right.
“As humans, we often focus on the negatives. One bad interaction can linger all week, making it hard to feel safe around people. But with you, your energy feels inviting. The way you smiled at everyone at the wedding, how you played with the kids—it’s just…”
I felt tears prick at my eyes, touched that this man, whom I had known for such a short time, could see me like this.
Before I knew it, we arrived at our destination.
“Arcade Diner! Jungkook, I thought you meant an actual arcade! This place looks too fancy—”
He chuckled. “Did you really think I’d take you to an arcade in such a beautiful dress?”
“Well, I—”
“Come on, hold my hand and let’s go.”
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The date had gone incredibly well, filled with laughter and deep conversations about our careers and lifelong dreams. Jungkook’s intensity made me feel heard, and he smiled at everything I said.
“Here’s home…” he said as we pulled up.
“Thank you for dropping me off, Jungkook.”
He smiled softly, stepping out of the car to open my door.
As we stood facing each other, the only sounds were the crickets chirping and the gentle whisper of the night air.
“I want to get to know you more. I really enjoyed tonight, and I’d like this to become something more—if you want it too,” Jungkook rambled, his sincerity evident.
I placed my hand on his cheek and gave him a gentle peck. “Thank you for this amazing night, Jungkook. You really put my heart at ease.”
His eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, he seemed lost in thought.
Then, suddenly, he grabbed my hands and pulled me closer, his left arm wrapping around my waist.
With a soft “oof,” I found myself pressed against his chest.
He leaned in, kissing my lips softly. The air shifted between us, and our kiss deepened as he gently traced his tongue against mine. A thrill surged through me, and I felt an intoxicating happiness wash over me. Our kiss grew more passionate, his movements becoming more urgent. I melted into him, my cheeks burning as soft sounds escaped me, craving more of this beautiful moment.
I could hear his soft groans as his hands engulfs my waist.
When we finally pulled away, we both took deep breaths, our cheeks flushed and warm, laughter spilling between us as we reveled in the adrenaline of our encounter.
“I have a wedding to go to tomorrow. I’d love some company while I paint, if that’s okay with you,” I suggested.
“Of course, beautiful,” he replied with a soft smile.
Jimin and jungkook’s bond against all odds
Jimin and Jungkook’s Wlive was fairly short, and they did not go into much detail about anything in particular. But even so, what little they did share was more than enough to make one thing crystal clear: enlisting together meant a lot to both of them. Right from the start, when it was just the two of them talking, you could feel how strong their bond is. At first, it was Jungkook who seemed to be lifting Jimin’s spirits and helping him through the early days. But over time, that shifted, and it was Jimin who ended up encouraging Jungkook. That change in dynamic says a lot on its own. It shows that the support between them has never been one-sided. It goes both ways. It always has.
You can see it in the little things, like Jimin wanting to help Jungkook out in the kitchen or Jungkook making sure Jimin had food that was already prepared, so he would not have to worry about it. Those small gestures show just how much they were looking out for each other. There is something incredibly genuine about the way they care. You can tell that they are each other’s biggest source of strength. They do not see the others’ efforts as something minor or meaningless. Even if it might seem small to others, it is never small to them. It is a reflection of the other’s strength and the amount of heart they put into everything they do.
And honestly, do you realise how rare that is? I am not even considering the possibility of them having a romantic relationship. That is not the point. I am speaking from the point of view of one human being finding another who is truly, unconditionally by their side. Someone who supports you, encourages you and believes in you no matter what. Someone who always sees the best in you, who is proud of who you are and everything you accomplish. That kind of connection is incredibly hard to come by. People like that are rare. Jimin and Jungkook are almost like an exception to the way things usually go. In this world, where everyone is so busy and distant, the fact that they are still this close, this in sync, is almost unbelievable. They are incredibly close, incredibly tuned in to one another, and also incredibly proud of each other.
We have talked a lot about how close they are already, but somehow, going through this experience together made them even closer. I know it sounds obvious. You might think, of course, it brought them closer, how could it not? But was it really that obvious? I have been thinking about that quite a bit. They did not go through this alone. They trained and lived with other soldiers. They made friends, shared struggles and built memories together with people who also understood what they were going through. And I am sure those bonds are meaningful. I am sure those moments were special in their own way. But there is something about Jimin and Jungkook that goes beyond that. Maybe I am overthinking it, and maybe it is just natural for people who have known each other for over a decade to grow even closer after going through something like this. But even so, actually seeing how true that is makes it feel even more remarkable.
During that Wlive, it was obvious how connected they are. The way they spoke, the way they glanced at each other, the way one would pick up where the other left off. It felt familiar, like something we had seen before, but at the same time, it felt different. Maybe the connection is even deeper now. Maybe it has grown stronger. I would really love to see them again in another Wlive or some other kind of video, just to see if that feeling is still there. But if you ask me, they came back changed. That much is clear. And yes, I know that sounds obvious too, but I still feel like it is worth saying.
Even though they were a bit shy, and you could tell they were not quite sure what to say on camera, it was also obvious that being together made the whole thing easier for both of them. Having each other there must have brought them a sense of comfort. It made the experience far more manageable. Just knowing that someone who understands you so well is standing beside you can make all the difference. The weight is simply not as heavy when you are not carrying it alone.
38. Gift giving
Warning: Jimin's part contains a callback to this drabble.
Love languages series: Physical touch | Quality time | Words of affirmation | Acts of service | Gift giving
Namjoon
"Namjoon," you whine as he carefully guides you through your home, after asking you to close your eyes, "Where are you taking me?" He chuckles. "Don't you trust me, (Y/N)?" he asks as he brings you to a stop. "Of course, I do, Joonie," you insists. "Well then, open your eyes," he tells you. When you uncover your face, a gasp immediately leaves your mouth. On the wall before you is a painting you and Namjoon had saw at an exhibition weeks ago. While he is clearly the art connoisseur in your relationship, you had not shut up about this painting and its lasting impression on you. Now, it is in your living room. He begins to ask if you like it, but you cut him off by throwing your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug.
This is what a Power couple looks like
Welcome to the billions Club Jimin.
Miss those two so much!!
Oh, btw, totes different subject, have you guys seen the Tinytan collab with Toy Story?
Absolutely adorable.
Talk about perfect character choices...😅
I mean, JK as Buzz
And Rex JM,
Absolutely genius!!!
But do you remember this?
I will tell you that before even remembering the Run episode with the Toy Story dubbing, this was the first thing that came to mind for me. 😅
And this, of course...
They just cannot help themselves.
Watch to the end!!🤣🤣
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So apparently whoever runs the chai app subreddit doesn’t like negative posts but in fairness I can’t be the only one who’s at least a little annoyed by all the variations of jungook bots, like I said in the post it’s nothing against fans of him but damn-
dude ???