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[meedinuku]

the way his face went “oh” instantly i can’t stop laughing

[jung-koook]

JIN THROWING JUNGKOOK OVER THE COUCH LMAOO (trans. cr. jinsonyeondan)

[jeonjungkoos]

welcome back namjoon and taehyung

[ly-singularity]

ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha-hooligan!

designed some photocards as freebies for tour - see ya in standford, vegas and los angeles!

[minyoonjin]

like... just look at him😮‍💨 (for @jinv ⭐︎)

[joonie]

Arirang Photoshoot Behind - RM

[milk-moonbunnies]

Dimples [Namjoon x Plus Size! Reader]

synoposis: the one where Namjoon is trying to show he's down bad for you

warnings: mdni, 18+, popular! Namjoon, plus size! reader, praise, namjoon fell first, dirty talk, alcohol mentioned, multiple orgasm, protected smut, a cute love story, college au, mention of jin, mention of jimin, flirting, chain necklace, manhandle, etc.

requested: Can you write plus-size girlie fics for Namjoon and Yoongi? I appreciate plus-size rep especially when it’s for Namjoon (Yoongi too), but there aren’t tons of fics for Joon. Don’t know why the man is fine as hell☺️- inside and out.

Tagging: @gottafightwhentheysaybehave

A/N: shout out to @ahgasegotarmy116 for reading this when it was only half done and sharing similar brain cells as me! Also, ignore that I've used these photos before. I love them, okay? lol

wc: 4.3k +

Everything about Namjoon is big.

If you were to ask his friends to describe him, they’d laugh, bunching their shoulders up to give off a taller and broader stance before simply saying, “big body.”

And it was true.

Namjoon had bulked up in college, finishing long days in the gym with a workout to relieve all the stress of classes, a part-time job, and the dread that one day in the future he might actually have to get a driver’s license and not ride a bike everywhere he went.

His body had developed thick muscles, toned hips, and broad shoulders that he almost had to enter through doorways sideways to get in.

He was a big man, and only someone soft and warm could ever handle his strength.

Someone like you.

-

You didn’t believe Namjoon liked you at first.

He was tall, big, and popular. A dimple smile that made anyone who saw it swoon, he was smart too, top ten in all his classes he took.

You really didn’t think he would notice you.

I mean, you’re pretty positive he had a secret fan club of girls and guys who adored him. You’re also pretty sure the president of the club was Jeon Jungkook, but don’t quote you on that.

You were just happy to keep your head down, pass your classes, and enjoy your college life with your little friend group. You didn’t need to get roped in with the unnecessary stuff like who was popular or who was dating whom.

But that all changed when Namjoon asked if he could sit at the table you were sitting at in the campus library. You were catching up on some assignments, preparing for one that wasn't even due till the end of the month, and suddenly there he was.

Tall, three books in one hand, flashing you those dimples like there wasn’t a free table, two tables to your left.

You had thought it was a one-off situation, letting him share a table with you.

You two had quietly studied together for a few hours without even exchanging a word.

It was honestly very refreshing. And when you had finally closed your laptop, standing up to give a little stretch, you didn't even notice the way his eyes trailed over you.

You simply gathered your stuff, shoving your books and laptop in your bag as he continued to pretend to read. You didn't know he had read the same sentence from the book in front of him five times in a row at this point.

When you sling your bag over your shoulder, you finally look over at him, a soft pink dusting your cheeks with color as you speak up. "See ya in class." It's a simple, small sentence you throw out as you accidentally brush your body against his shoulder to scoot past to leave. You mentally curse the chairs being so close together, feeling your soft body rub against his firm one, while Namjoon is "thanking" whoever designed the building to allow the physical contact to happen.

And you think that's it. Nothing would change in your life other than possibly giving him a head nod in acknowledgment the next time you two were in a class together. But you were sorely mistaken.

-

Namjoon is sitting next to your usual spot in class the next time you see him. He's got his textbook out, pen twirling nonchalantly in between his long fingers as he gives you another dimpled smile in greeting, and you only stumble once while heading to your seat.

"Hey," he greets, and you try not to think about how much you spill into his space. The chairs in most of your classes weren't made for bigger-sized people, and you usually tried to keep your bag in the seat next to you so you wouldn't bother people with how you filled your seat.

But with Namjoon occupying the seat, your thigh is pressed against his, your body squeezing into the chair with a blush. "Hi," you reply softly. You were already trying to figure out how to make yourself smaller. The metal arms of the chair dig into your plush thighs, and you notice that Namjoon doesn't move his leg from yours.

His long legs are spread, his foot barely a centimeter away from your left shoe, and your mind flashes a brief thought: how would it feel to have his arm wrap around the back of your chair? To have him welcome your body into his as you two attend this class.

Instead of diving into that thought any longer than you should, you shake your head clear, not noticing the way Namjoon fails to fight his giddy smile. He tries to keep it cool, bouncing his left knee as his right knee leans into your leg. And you're distracted by Namjoon once again, noticing how comfortable he seemed next to you.

Namjoon mentally sends another "thank you" to whoever designed this college, thankful to have someone so warm and soft squishing into his space. He wonders how much better it'd be if he could just sit you on his lap, and his face flushes all the way up to his ears.

You two don't exchange another word, the professor stepping inside the room with a warm greeting.

And for the rest of the class, both of you blush, pressed into each other, trying to focus.

-

And then it becomes routine.

You would come to your Psych class to Namjoon already seated.

And like the first time, you'd squeeze into your seat, your hip bumping into his until it became natural for him to rest his elbow on the arm of your chair. He did it slowly, building up the courage to get more than just a simple greeting for you.

Eventually, you stopped furrowing your eyebrows, confused why he was sitting next to you, let alone talking to you. And it's not long before you two start passing notes. You easily grab his pen from his hand to doodle something random in the margins of his notebook during the professor's lectures, and it's the highlight of Namjoon's day when you did it.

Your dynamic progressed from notes being passed between you to him offering you a snack, and then, every Thursday, a bag of gummy bears rested on his desk as you two slowly ate them throughout class. He naturally gave you every orange-flavored bear, resting it on your open book while you traded him the pineapple-flavored bears in return. And then finally, he took the next step when the following Thursday came around.

You had figured it'd be the same routine. The class was already going by quickly as you two leaned into each other. But then Namjoon is getting up first once the class is over. He seems a little nervous. You had started understanding his body language a bit better as time moved on. Still, you never seemed to think much of the lingering touches when he borrows a pen or when he slides his notebook over for you to draw random swirls in the top corner absentmindedly.

Namjoon runs a hand through his hair, his eyes not meeting yours as he watches the class begin to empty. "There's a- There's a party tomorrow night."

You blink.

A party? And then you remember.

Yes, a frat party for spring break. It had been the talk on campus this week; everyone was excited for a weekend party to welcome the start of spring break, the small vacation away from classes needed so much for everyone on campus.

And when Namjoon looks down at you, still seated, you're giving him doe eyes as you nod your head - and his heart squeezes.

"I think I'm gonna go," Namjoon adds and then quickly rushes, "to the party. I think I'm gonna go to the party." His fingers twitch, but you give him a pretty smile, your lips curving up in amusement as you nod your head again.

"Yeah?" You stand up and know that if you barely move an inch, you'd be pressed up against him. You give him another cute look as you tilt your head up to look at him, and decide to give him the chance to tell you this isn't what you were thinking. "Maybe I'll see you there?"

You know you're flirting, and you don't know if you should be - you don't know that he's truly catching what you're putting down, but you decide to give him another smile as you leave before him, looking forward to Friday night more than ever before.

And Namjoon groans the moment you're gone, he stands alone in the empty classroom, his brain replaying your coy smile over and over again.

-

You can't believe you're showing up at this party, but then you see his dimple smile flash in your mind alongside all the small moments in class that made you feel warm throughout your body. It's anticipation, it's undeniable now that you have caught feelings, and you feel a little nervous as you walk up Greek Row.

The party is in full swing, with crowds of people lingering on the front porch and lawn as you get closer. The music is already loud from where you stand across the street, and you just know the house shakes on the inside as you watch groups of people spilling out while more saunter in.

Your stomach flips, butterflies fluttering inside your tummy as you really think about this.

If anything, if you read the signals wrong, you can still have fun and tell your friends you officially attended a college party, even if it took you basically four years to do so.

And that's what gets you stepping inside.

The house is packed, and people are everywhere. The entry hallway, the stairs leading to the second floor, the little glimpse of the kitchen you can see towards the back of the house, and the living room, most of all, are packed with dancing bodies. All the couches had been moved along the walls to give space in the middle of the room for people to dance, and a mock DJ booth was set up in the right corner of the living room, where you could see one of the fraternity brothers acting as DJ.

Strobes of lights flashed from purple to blue, red, and green, changing to match the beat of the song currently playing as people bumped and grind already drunk off of cheap alcohol provided from the kitchen. You weren't sure if the smoke swirling in the rooms was from a fog machine or if it came from weed that you knew was being smoked inside another room, but it was the cherry on top of the cake for a classic frat party aesthetic.

It was a little overwhelming, to be honest, and you made your way to the kitchen to get a shot of courage before you tried to see if Namjoon was here.

You didn't know Namjoon was sitting on one of those couches in the living room, a drink in his hand while he tried to nonchalantly keep an eye on the front door. He had been at this party for a while now, his eyes flickering to the streams of people endlessly coming and going, in hopes it would be you walking through the door.

And when he finally did see you, he couldn't stop the grin from forming on his face.

-

Namjoon is able to catch up with you in the kitchen. You're standing there, a little lost, as your eyes scan all the bottles lined up on the counter. A lot of cheap alcohol, and a punch bowl that was mysteriously filled with a blue liquid you weren't sure about.

"I wouldn't drink it," Namjoon hums, and you twirl to see him on your left. He's giving you that dimple smile again, his body relaxed as he stands close to you. He looks good. He always looks good. But he looks really good tonight.

He's wearing a graphic t-shirt, jeans, with a chained bracelet that went with his chained necklace. It glints in the overhead light of the kitchen, and it's then that you realize you're staring too long.

"And what would you recommend?" You ask, you haven't had a sip of alcohol yet, but you could feel your body hum, slightly leaning closer to Namjoon as he bit his lip. Your eyes flicker to his lips from the action, and your own lips part before you meet his gaze again.

"Nothing," he smirks, and you can feel the heat that comes from him as he tilts his head. "But do you want to take a shot with me?"

- One shot turns into three, and you feel a little buzz thrumming under your fingertips as Namjoon leads you back to the living room. You try not to focus on the way his hand rests on your lower back as he guides you through the waves of people. But you do notice how many people greet him.

It's not surprising; you knew Namjoon was popular, but it was still interesting to see how many people said his name or nodded in his direction as he stayed close to you. It seemed the majority of the people knew him or of him, and silently followed him with their eyes as you two made your way back to one of the couches.

You notice Jin, a friend of Namjoon's, already sitting on one of them. He's nursing a drink in his hand when you two approach and gives you a charming grin. "And how does Namjoon know you?" His lips turn up in an amused grin, knowing eyes flashing from you to Namjoon, whose ears burn red. You sit, smiling at the older friend, and try not to react as Namjoon sits so close to you. But you fail, your thighs squeezing together as you give your own charming smile back to Jin.

"Psych with Volkov."

Jin winces, knowing how tough the professor could be, and nods his head. "Say no more, your next shot is on me."

-

True to Jin's word, your next shot is from him, and you two become quick friends as more of Namjoon's friends come around. And as the night goes on, you become more and more relaxed - leaning into Namjoon as you listen to Jimin talk about the projects he needs to work on during spring break. You would complain too if you had to work on schoolwork instead of taking a break like everyone else.

But soon enough, the couches become crowded, and everyone is trying to squeeze together before Namjoon literally takes you into his hands. "C'mere," he mumbles, and your face flushes from how easily he lifts you and places you onto his lap to make room for more people to hang out. Your weight settles on him, and you're a little drunk but not enough to overthink it.

"Wait," Your blush reaches your ears as Namjoon doubles down by wrapping a strong arm around your waist, keeping you against him as you squirm a little. "Everyone is looking." You mumble out, your back is against his broad chest as warmth pools in your lower stomach, and you are acutely aware of the way his large hand rests on your stomach.

You feel him laugh softly, little warm huffs tickling the back of your neck as he holds you tighter. "Who cares? Everyone's drunk. If they're looking, then they just see how pretty you look on my lap."

He says it so easily, so carefree, like it was only natural that you'd be in his lap. He says it like it's obvious you should be with him, and that makes your head get a little fuzzy from the thought of it. His words echo in your head a few times that you can't hide the smile that dances on your lips, and maybe it's the alcohol that makes your tongue a little loose, but you can't help but turn your head a little sideways to look at him. "Yeah? Are there any other positions you'd think I'd look pretty in?"

-

Namjoon’s eyes are hooded when he looks down at you. He's focused on the way your body squishes under his large hands, molding you to him as he has you lie on your back.

Your legs are straining up onto his shoulders, your full breasts spilling from the sides as your knees bend under the pressure of Namjoon’s body leaning over yours. He was folding you in half, making your thigh muscles burn as your lungs shook to breathe properly. All your rolls and curves were squeezed together under the stretch, and your head spun with the way he was able to manhandle you so easily.

Namjoon had always said he could bench press your weight as a warm-up, but you hadn’t taken it to heart. It always made a soft blush form on your cheeks as you nodded your head during your Psych class, dismissing his comment until he physically proved you wrong now.

Your pretty pussy clenched around nothing as Namjoon smirks down at you. His silver chain dangled between the two of you as his big body draped over yours, and you’re already sucking in another deep breath when you feel Namjoon guide his cock between your plush thighs.

"You don't know how long I've been wanting to do this." He murmurs, his voice almost sounding breathless as he guides the fat tip of his cock between your puffy folds. You can't see the way your pussy drools, mixing your arousal with his precum or that it's glossing his cock with a wet sheen that makes his balls tense from just the sight of it. But you do feel him.

Namjoon is big, just like everything else about him, and you can feel the weight of his cock as he presses his hips forward, sliding his cock between your chubby cunt until the tip nudges your clit. Each time he knocks the head of his cock into your sensitive bundle of nerves, your thighs twitch, and your jaw drops from the tingles of electricity shooting all the way through your body.

You're everything he had imagined and then some.

You're softer, your skin dipping to the hold he has on your body. The weight of your legs on his shoulders grounds him while he gets lost in the way your pretty cunt drools all over his cock. He hasn't even done anything yet, and you're coating him with your sweet slick. He can't wait to taste you, but right now, he needs you first.

Mentally, he promises to take his time next time. He wants to map every curve of your body with his tongue and then his fingers, but when you plead his name with a whine, he can't deny you. He'd been wanting this longer than you probably knew, and it doesn't take him long to lean on his knees, stretching your legs open as his cock notches on your entrance.

Then he's giving you something to really stretch over. The first few inches of his cock pressing in leaves you gasping. Your toes curl, your mouth gapes, and your eyes widen as he bullies his way inside slowly. You can feel every inch, every dip and ridge of his cock maze through your gummy walls until you're grabbing onto his biceps for mercy.

"Oh, oh!" Your head falls back, and Namjoon smirks as he holds one of your legs under the knee to open you up wider as your other leg slips off his shoulder. Your eyes are already glossing over, and he's never been more turned on than right now with you.

You're warmer, wetter, taking him better than he could have imagined, and it makes his stomach flex as he listens to the way you cry for him. Both you and your pretty pussy are talking back incoherently when he finally bottoms out. "Fuck baby, I think we might need to do this every day," Namjoon huffs, and your pussy clenches around him in agreement. "Heh- you'd like that, huh? Do you want to fuck you until your body remembers the shape of me days later, Baby?"

"Oh fuck, please, please-" Your eyes roll back just as his hips push backwards, sliding out until just his tip remains. He leans back to see how shiny you left his cock with your slick before he surges forward, knocking the breath from you once more.

He doesn't have to worry about being too rough; your body moves with his like you were meant just for him. And he tells you that too, as he begins to carve the shape of him inside your pretty pussy as he promised. Shivers run down your spine straight to your sopping cunt, your hole fluttering around his length as he picks up the pace gradually. You take the heavy weight he throws into every thrust with a sweet whimper, your nails digging into his arms as his fat tip smacks into your plush cervix with a filthy kiss.

Your swollen folds meet the tufts of dark hair at his base, and you keen at the way his cock massages all the right spots inside you. Your mouth hangs open, drool forming at the corner of your lips as he abuses the sweet spot that makes you see stars with your eyes open. "You're squeezin' me so tightly, you really don't want me to leave, huh?" Namjoon's words only make your head spin more, your hands clutching to his arms, the bedsheets, his shoulder - anywhere to ground you to reality as he builds the knot in your stomach tighter and tighter.

You never thought that the day you two studied together in the library would end up like this, with Namjoon splitting you open with his cock, his fingers digging into your plush thigh and hip as he fucks you, but you're so happy it did. You can feel his balls slap against your ass, the sounds of skin hitting skin resonating with your whines, and it's too much.

"M'gonna- fuck just like that, just like that!" Your chubby cunt slurps his cock deeper, gripping tighter and making it harder for him to leave as his tip swirls a heart against your sweet spot, and just as your brain realizes what Namjoon has done, your vision whitens. You can barely warn him, "m'cumming - oh fuck - oh my god!"

Your pussy gushes, pulsing around Namjoon so violently that he almost cannot keep fucking into you. Your walls flutter, milking his shaft as your brain blanks; the only coherent thought in your mind is him. Namjoon, just Namjoon, as you tremble underneath him.

Namjoon stares at you in awe, the image of your lewd expression crossing over your face searing into his mind as you cum. And the feeling of your body melting under his as he grinds his hips into yours is something he didn't know he needed until now. He fucks you through your orgasm, praising you for taking him so well, how he's wanted this for so long. He tells you how pretty you look cumming on his cock, that he wants to feel you cum on his fingers and tongue too - and it's not long before your orgasm subsides, only to be built back up as he lets your legs fall apart while his toned hips rut into you harder.

You can only hold onto the bedsheets and his back as he drapes his body over yours. You two are pressed hip to hip, stomach to stomach, as he slides in deeper, his hands resting on either side of your head as he makes your pussy squelch with each thrust. He's got you caged in, making you feel each slide forward until the familiar knot in your stomach twists again, and your brain fogs up. He reduces you to just saying his name like a chant, half-broken between gasps as you whimper, "Joon! Mmph, ngh Joon!"

When your pussy clamps around him the second time, your orgasm triggers his own, and his hips stay flush against your ass as he groans lowly. His cock swells, throbbing as he cums heavily while your walls pulse around him. It makes his own eyes roll to the back of his head, your addictive cunt sucking him deeper.

And you're no better, your thighs twitch around his waist, your breath coming up short while you feel him press his weight onto you. You can feel each jerk of his cock along your gummy walls, and you whimper when he eventually begins to slide out. You can feel the loss of him almost immediately as he slips the condom off, both of you panting as you pathetically squeeze around nothing.

Namjoon throws the condom in the trash, disappearing to the bathroom for a moment before he returns with a wet rag. His breaths are still labored like yours as he gently cleans you up, his fingers massaging your quivering thighs as he does so. When he's done, he easily slides into his bed next to you, wrapping an arm around you to pull you close.

"I meant it."

You blink, turning to face him as your leg hooks over his. His hand rests on your lower back, keeping you pressed against him as you tilt your head up to see him.

"I've been wanting this for a long time." Your heart flutters at his words, and your cheeks darken as he continues. "I also meant it when I said we might need to do this every day."

You smile, giggling, and are thankful that it's spring break because you know Namjoon is going to be true to his word. By the time spring break is over, he'll know how you look cumming on his fingers, his tongue, and any other position he can get you in.

대박 - you made it to the end.

Tell me about it.

my bts mstrlst - svt mstrlst

[luvrk00k]

8 letters - jeon jungkook chapter one

| in where It started off a normal Friday night out became the most important accident of a lifetime. it started off when your best friend Mina had dragged you to a rooftop bar in itaewon, the last thing you expected was to spend 3 hours talking to a stranger for the rest of the night. And that man just so happened to be the JEON JUNGKOOK.

Pairings - idol!jk x non!idol reader

Chapter warnings - fluff, a little angst, suggestive, kissing, smut, Jk being a absolute SIMP for his girl, oh and did I tell you fluff because there is ALOT of it, them just being couple goals.

(do not own any of these characters and this is purely just fanfic)

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The thing about living in Seoul for 5 years is that you stop being impressed by things. The Han river at sunset? Sure, pretty. Gyeongbokgung lit up at night? Sure it was nice. A rooftop bar in itaewon packed with overly pretty people on a Friday? Just another Friday.

That’s what you told yourself anyway.

As the night grew on Mina dragged you through the crowd by the wrist her other hand clutching her phone like it was a weapon which was typical of Mina. “I told you we needed to leave by eight” she shouted over the loud music “I told you”. You look at her and speak “you told me nine” she looks back “eight thirty” I respond back “that’s not eight”

She gave up with the arguing , she wouldn’t have won it with you anyway. Instead she pulled your wrist harder and you stumbled past a group of guys in some questionable bucket hats and tight skinny jeans, walked past a table of women celebrating something maybe a birthday? No maybe a breakup, or just the fact it was finally a Friday which meant looking forward to the weekend with no work — and finally out onto the terrace, where the air was cooler and the music was just a pulse beneath your feet.

“Okay” Mina dropped your wrist and smoothed her dress “we’re here. We’re fabulous. Drinks” I look at her “you didn’t tell me we were celebrating” she smirks at me that mischievous smirk like she was gonna do something stupid tonight “we’re celebrating the fact my boss approved my leave request and I don’t have to see his face for two weeks” she flagged down a sever. That’s worth at least three drinks tonight or more, definitely more” she winks. She was right because her boss was definitely a more than a dickhead he was one of those old creepy men that thought he was better than everyone else so yes it did call for celebratory drinks.

You laughed and Leaned against the terrace railing, looking out over the city. Seoul at night always did ignite something in you — all those city lights stacked up against the dark like someone had spilled a jar of fireflies across the hills. you’d come out from Busan to Seoul for a job opportunity and stayed because of moments like this. That was the truth even if you didn’t say it out loud to others.

“Stop thinking and and help me choose” Mina said, shoving the drinks menu at you. You had ordered something with a lot of alcohol something like a Long Island ice tea with far too much ice and turned back to the railing and that’s when you noticed him.

He was standing at the far end of the terrace, slightly apart from the group he was with, looking out at the same view. Dark jacket, hood half up, hands in his pockets. Not trying to be seen. There was something deliberate about the way he stood — like he’d found the one spot on the terrace where the light didn’t quite reach.

You looked away. Seoul was full of handsome men. Everyone knew that, it was a fact.

But then Mina pressed your drink into your hand and said “don’t look now” and of course you looked I mean that was the rule when someone says don’t look you have to anyway right? But of course, she meant him.

“Who is he?” You asked like a stupid person because right she would know a stranger looking at me but instead she just says “I said don’t look” I look at her again “you knew I’d look”. She laughed into her glass “I don’t know but I’ve been watching him for the last ten minutes and he keeps looking over here”

“At you?”

“No at you” she says sipping her drink. He was looking at me? I didn’t believe her. You sipped your drink and talked about her boss and the trip she was planning to jeju and whether or not you needed a new apartment. The normal things girls would speak about in their late 20s. Friday things. But every now and then you felt something, something like a pull like a thread being tugged from across the room and when you finally glanced over he was looking at the city again, or maybe he’d never been looking at you at all.

It was Mina who had moved first, because it was always Mina. She had said she needed the bathroom and disappeared, leaving you alone with your Long Island ice tea and the city lights and the distinct feeling of being watched. “You look like you’re trying to solve something” said a voice behind you.

You turned around. He’d moved without you noticing — or maybe you’d just stopped paying attention. Up close he was almost unfairly good looking. Strong jaw, dark eyes, lip piercing that just made him 10x more attractive. He was watching you with an expression that was hard to read. Curios, maybe. A little careful.

“Just looking at the view” you said

“Sure” he leaned on the railing next to you, not to close. “You’ve been staring at the same spot for twenty minutes, though”

I look at him “you’ve been watching me for twenty minutes?” The corner of his mouth moved. “Caught”. You didint say anything and neither did he. Below you Seoul kept doing its thing — taxis, neon lights and the distant sounds of someone’s music drifting up from the street.

“Do you come here a lot?” You asked, and then immediately wanted to die, because that was the worst sentence in the english language. But he just smiled— a real one this time, a little surprised, like he hadn’t expected you to be funny. “No not really, my friend picked it” he glanced back at his group “he has questionable taste”

“in bars?”

“In everything”

You laughed. He looked at you when you laughed, and something about the way he did it made you feel like you were the only person on the terrace.

His name, he told you was Jungkook.

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You had talked for two hours.

That wasn’t supposed to happen. You’d planned on two drinks, maybe three, a plate of something fried and home by midnight. Instead you ended up at a corner table with a man you’d met 2 hours ago and Mina had texted you a string of emojis that you chose to interpret as I’m fine, don’t worry about me and enjoy your evening.

Jungkook was easy to talk to. That was the disarming thing. He didint perform — didn’t lean forward too much or laugh too loudly or ask questions he clearly didn’t care about the answers to. He just listened. Actually listened. When you talked about your job — graphic design mostly for international clients, which meant weird hours and too much coffee — he asked follow up questions that made it clear he had heard every word.

“Do you like it?” He asked. I look at him “work? Yeah most of the time”

“There’s always a client who wants everything in comic sans” you watched him laugh. “What do you do?” A small pause echoed through the room before he spoke up “music” he said.

“Like producing? Or performing?”

“Both, Kind of”

“Are you good at it?”

He looked at you like that was the last question he'd expected. "I think so. I hope so." He turned his glass on the table. "It's hard to know. You get too close to it." "Yeah." You knew exactly what he had meant. "I have that with my personal work. The stuff I do for myself, not clients. I can't tell if it's good or if I just love it too much to see it clearly."

"Exactly." He said it quietly like you'd confirmed something. "Exactly that." His friends had mostly drifted inside. Mina had reappeared at some point, caught your eye from across the bar, given you a look that contained approximately six different emotions and disappeared again. You made a mental note to buy her dinner.

"Can I see your work?" Jungkook asked.

"Right now?"

"If you want." You pulled up your portfolio on your phone — not the client stuff but the personal pieces I had created, the ones you almost never showed people. He scrolled slowly, not rushing. He stopped on one a digital piece you made last winter, all blues and grays.A figure in a window looking out at a city that might have been Seoul or might have been nowhere.

"This one," he said.

"What about it?" I say

"It feels lonely but not in a sad way." He tilted his head slightly. "Like the person chose it."You stared at him. "That's yeah that's exactly what I was going for." He handed your phone back your fingers brushed and neither of you made a thing of it which somehow made it worse.

The bar was thinning out, the music had shifted to something slower, you were on your fourth drink, which was one more than you'd planned, and you were very aware of how close he was sitting — not inappropriately close, just close enough that you could have moved an inch and your shoulder would have touched his.

"I should probably find my friend," you said, not moving.

"Probably," he agreed, not moving either.

"She's going to have a lot of opinions." I say

"About what?" He says

"About this” you gestured vaguely at the table, at him, at the general situation. He smiled "What is this?"

"I don't know yet." He looked at you for a moment really looked, the kind of look that makes you feel slightly transparent — and then he said

"Do you want to get out of here?"

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Okay guys this is the first chapter of 8 letters!! Let me know what you think, there is gonna be a lot of chapters for this series some longer than others so updates will vary depending on how long the chapters will take me to write but so far I’m loving writing this! I have so many things I want to write about but I hope you liked this!