iâm nikola! she/her, â04 liner <3 i love music and booksđ€ isfp & aries. i play violinđ» iâm an english major at uni but english is not my first language so i might make mistakes!!
hello!! I really like your works/writing style and i was hoping you could try doing a subby han jisung and u give him head under the table while he's doing a live...
If you can, thank you!! <3
thank u!!<3 ur idea is so cool, i have two other requests, so iâll write them and take care of yours right away!đ
HIII I love ur work sososo much especially the hyunjin one oh my gosh!! this is kinda smutty hehe but i was thinking of this and like popular fratboy hyunjin whoâs been readers bestfriend for years, except reader is like a nerd/unpopular compared to him and when she comes crying to him about a bad date and how her first kiss was like âgrossâ he offers to help her practice and yk it escalates from there..HAHA
thats such a cool idea, iâll write it soon!! and thank u so much đ„čđ
A slowburn Hyunjin fic pls , where reader is kind of tired and heartbroken have lots of kind of self doubts , and hyunjin being very handsome and most wanted everyoneâs favourite soccer team captain . Where reader ignores him alot and hates his circle ,đ sorry I donât know what i am writing but the latest skz code , all the sporty hyunjin photos makes me waana read a fic like this .
Just a request pls donât feel pressured or write something really different no problem !
Bye have a nice day!
ooh i love ittt!! im actually in the middle of writing so i should post it as soon as i can:) but uâre so real like sporty hyunjin>>>>>>> have a nice day too!!đđ
Hey itâs anon that made my first hyunjin request, i just finished reading it and idk how to put this but it doesnât describe how I imagined it to be (hopefully this makes sense if not then idk.) itâs amazing very grateful that you answered my request but not how i thought it would turned out and by all means i do not hate it whatsoever. đ thought i would voice my thoughts on it :)
oh no im so sorry đ:( i gotta ask, do u mean the make-out one or the clingy hyunjin one? i can write another one if u want, just let me know what youâd like! đ„č
content: boyfriend!jungkook x girlfriend!reader, smut, oral, fingering, raw sex, doggy style
wc: 2.8k
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minors dni
His mattress dips under your weight as you lean back, Jungkookâs hand slipping easily around your waist to pull you down with him. The sheets smell like him â clean, a little musky â and his mouth is already on yours before you can settle in.
He kisses like he means it. Slow at first, lips pressing, molding, tasting, until the heat catches and youâre gasping into him. His tongue brushes against yours and the low hum in his chest vibrates against your skin.
Your fingers find the hem of his shirt, clutching it just to anchor yourself, but he takes it as an invitation to move closer. His thigh slides between yours, pressing firm enough that you instinctively shift against him. The smirk that curves his lips against your mouth tells you he noticed.
âAlready?â he teases between kisses, his voice rough from holding back a laugh.
You donât answer â you just kiss him harder, swallowing the sound of his chuckle. His hand travels up your side, warm under the thin fabric, until his thumb rests just under the swell of your chest. He doesnât push further, not yet, just brushes the spot lightly until youâre arching into him without meaning to.
The kiss turns messy. Teeth clashing, lips bruising, his breath hot as he whispers your name against your mouth. When you tug his hair, his low groan makes your stomach twist and heat pulse through you.
Jungkook pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark, pupils blown wide. âYou have no idea what you do to me,â he murmurs, thumb dragging across your bottom lip, still wet from his kiss.
Before you can think of a reply, his mouth crashes back onto yours, hungrier this time, like heâs past the point of pretending to take it slow.
Jungkook doesnât give you time to breathe. His kisses trail lower, down the line of your jaw to your neck, where he lingers, biting just enough to make your pulse stutter. His hand slips beneath your shirt now, flat against your stomach, fingers splaying wide like he wants to claim every inch of skin.
The heat of his palm makes you shiver, and he notices, lips curving against your throat. âSensitive, arenât you?â
You tilt your head back, wordless, but the way your body presses into his says enough. He pushes your shirt up higher, stopping just under your chest. His gaze drops, hungry, and you feel the weight of it even in the darkened room.
When he finally pulls the fabric over your head, you canât help the sudden rush of vulnerability â but his expression wipes it out in an instant. His eyes drag over you, slow and reverent, and he lets out a soft curse under his breath.
âGod, youâre unreal.â
Before the heat pooling low in your stomach can take over, his mouth is on your collarbone, trailing wet kisses downward. He pauses only to peel off his own shirt, tossing it somewhere across the room without care. The sight of his toned chest so close makes your breath catch, and he grins knowingly before lowering himself back over you.
His hand cups your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple through the thin fabric of your lace bra, while his other hand grips your thigh, squeezing firmly as he settles between your legs. The friction makes you gasp, your hips shifting without permission.
That smirk of his only deepens. âImpatient already?â
His voice is teasing, but the way his lips find your nipple through the fabric is anything but playful. He sucks lightly, then harder, until youâre tugging his hair again, your breath coming quicker.
He looks up at you from under his lashes, lips glistening, and says in that low, husky tone, âI could spend hours just tasting you.â
His mouth is relentless, kissing lower until heâs at the edge of your waistband. He hooks his fingers there, playing with the fabric but not moving it. The deliberate pause has your chest rising and falling too fast, waiting.
âDo you want me to?â he asks softly, the words ghosting over your skin.
The question is unfair â he knows the answer. Still, he waits, his gaze fixed on yours, dark and patient. When you nod, his lips curl into that wicked smile before he presses a slow kiss just above the hem.
He doesnât take your panties off right away. Instead, his hand skims up your thigh, fingertips barely brushing, enough to make your muscles twitch. He kisses the inside of your leg, open-mouthed and wet, before nipping lightly, dragging a groan out of your throat.
âPretty when you make sounds for me,â he murmurs, leaving another kiss higher, too close now.
Your hips lift toward him, searching for friction, and he laughs low, holding you down with a firm hand on your hip. âNot yet.â
The control in his voice makes your head spin. He moves back up, covering your body with his, his lips finding yours again â slower, lazier this time, but dripping with promise. His tongue slides against yours, one hand slipping under your back to pull you flush against him. You can feel just how badly he wants you, hard against your thigh, and the sound he lets out when you grind against him nearly undoes you both.
He pulls back only enough to whisper against your mouth, breath ragged, âIf you keep doing that, Iâm not going to last.â
But instead of stopping, you do it again, just to see him break. His curse falls hot against your neck, his grip on you tightening.
The shift happens when you push at his chest lightly, making him pause. His brows lift, curious, but he doesnât resist as you roll him onto his back. His hair falls over his forehead, messy from your fingers, and the sight alone makes heat curl low in your stomach. You quickly took your bra off.
âWhat are you doing?â he asks, though the smug edge in his voice tells you he already knows.
You straddle his thighs, leaning down until your lips brush his jaw. âReturning the favor,â you whisper, and before he can reply, you trail kisses down his chest.
His breath hitches the moment your mouth closes around his nipple, and his hand shoots up to the back of your head, tangled in your hair but not forcing, just holding. You graze your teeth lightly before continuing lower, kissing across his abs, slow and deliberate. Each kiss makes him squirm, his muscles tightening under your mouth.
By the time you reach the waistband of his sweats, Jungkookâs composure is slipping. He props himself up on his elbows, watching you with blown pupils, chest rising hard and fast. âFuck, youâre killing me.â
You hook your fingers into the band, tugging it down with deliberate slowness. He lifts his hips to help, and you strip him of both his sweats and boxers in one smooth pull. His cock springs free, hard and flushed, and the sight makes your mouth water.
âShit,â you breathe without meaning to, eyes locked on him.
The corner of his mouth twitches upward, but the smirk dies as soon as your hand wraps around him. He drops back against the pillows with a groan, one arm flung over his face while the other still tangles in your hair.
You stroke him lazily at first, dragging your thumb over the slick at the tip, spreading it down his length. His hips twitch, a guttural sound slipping past his lips. âDonât tease,â he warns, voice already strained.
You ignore him, leaning in to lick a slow stripe up the underside, from base to tip, before swirling your tongue around the head. His breath stutters, a string of curses filling the room.
âFuckâ yeah, just like that.â
Taking him into your mouth, you hollow your cheeks, working him deeper until his hand tightens in your hair, guiding you but never forcing. The weight of him on your tongue makes your core throb, and the low moan he lets out only pushes you further.
You set a steady rhythm, hand working the base while your mouth takes the rest. Every sound he makes â every shaky inhale, every broken groan â sends heat spiraling through you. His thighs flex under your hands, his abs tightening every time you sink lower.
When you glance up at him through your lashes, the sight nearly undoes you. Jungkookâs head is tipped back, lips parted, sweat beading at his temple. His eyes find yours, dark and blown wide, and the raw need there makes your stomach flip.
âBaby,â he groans, voice hoarse, âyouâre gonna make me come if you keep⊠fuckââ
You hum around him, and that alone makes him buck up into your mouth. His hand trembles in your hair, torn between pulling you closer and letting you set the pace.
âPlease,â he chokes out, his tone breaking, desperate now. âPlease donât stop.â
You donât stop. You take him deeper instead, swallowing around him until heâs cursing into the dark, his hand gripping your hair so tight you can feel the tremble in his arm. His hips twitch helplessly, and you hold him steady with your free hand pressed against his thigh.
Every sound spilling from him is raw â moans that break off into groans, low curses, your name dragged out like heâs praying. His abs tighten under your hands, and when you hum again, the vibration pulls another choked noise from his throat.
âFuck, baby⊠so goodââ His head tips back, jaw clenching. He tries to open his eyes, to watch you, but the pleasure makes them flutter shut again.
You hollow your cheeks and twist your wrist in sync, moving faster now, dragging him to the edge. The taste of him, the heat of him filling your mouth, the way his body is unraveling under your touch â itâs intoxicating.
And then he breaks.
A guttural groan rips from his chest as his hips jerk, spilling into your mouth. You swallow without hesitation, the warm rush hitting the back of your throat, and the way his hand tightens in your hair nearly makes you moan around him. You donât pull away, not until the shudders wracking his body start to fade, and he collapses back against the pillows with a wrecked gasp.
âHoly shitâŠâ His voice is rough, hoarse, like he just sang for hours. He drags his arm off his face to look at you, eyes glazed and dark. When he sees you swallow again, tongue darting out to catch the last trace of him, his groan turns into a helpless laugh.
âYouâre actually trying to kill me.â
You wipe your lips with the back of your hand, smirking as you crawl back up to straddle his hips. âYou liked it.â
âLiked it?â He lets out a breathless laugh, tugging you down so youâre chest-to-chest. His lips brush yours as he murmurs, âBaby, I almost blacked out.â
The kiss he gives you is lazy but desperate, like he can still taste himself on your tongue. His hand slips down to your thigh, fingers digging in as he flips you onto your back in one smooth motion. He hovers over you, still catching his breath, but the gleam in his eyes is unmistakable â heâs already ready for more.
âNow,â he says, voice low, lips curving into a dangerous smile, âitâs your turn.â
Jungkook doesnât waste time pretending to be patient anymore. He spreads your thighs apart with his hands, settling between them like he belongs there, and lowers himself slowly. His breath ghosts over your soaked folds before his mouth finally makes contact.
The first lick is slow, deliberate, from bottom to top. Your back arches instantly, a soft cry spilling from your lips. Jungkook hums in satisfaction, the sound vibrating against your clit as he sucks it into his mouth.
âGod, you taste perfect,â he groans against you, and the praise makes your stomach twist with heat.
His tongue works you with precision, alternating between teasing flicks and deep, drawn-out strokes that make your thighs tremble. You try to close them around his head, but his hands grip the insides firmly, forcing you open.
âStay still, baby,â he murmurs before burying his face back into you. The wet sounds fill the room, obscene and overwhelming, as his tongue moves in circles, hitting every sensitive spot.
Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging when he slides two fingers inside you without warning. The stretch is immediate, delicious, and you moan so loudly it makes him groan in response.
âFuck⊠so tight,â he rasps, curling them just right.
He finds a rhythm, pumping his fingers as his mouth stays locked on your clit. Every movement drags you closer to the edge, your body thrashing under the pleasure, but he keeps you pinned with one hand against your hip.
The coil inside you pulls tighter with every swirl of his tongue. You canât think, canât breathe, only choke out his name like itâs the only word left in your vocabulary.
âJungkook⊠pleaseâŠâ your voice is broken, desperate.
He pulls back just enough to look up at you, his lips glistening, chin slick with you. His fingers never stop moving, pumping into you harder, curling against that perfect spot. The sight of him â wild-eyed, wrecked, mouth wet with your arousal â makes you clench around him.
âPlease what?â he asks, voice dark and teasing. âTell me what you want.â
Your thighs tremble around him, the words spilling out without thought. âPlease, Jungkookâjust fuck me.â
The smirk that curves his lips is dangerous. He pulls his fingers out slow, making you whine at the loss, then crawls back up your body, his mouth claiming yours in a messy, hungry kiss. You taste yourself on his tongue, and the growl that rumbles in his chest when you tug his hair only makes you shiver harder.
His cock presses against your thigh, hot and heavy, and you can feel how badly he needs it too.
âBegging so pretty, baby. Iâll give you exactly what you want.â He breaks the kiss only to murmur against your lips, his breath ragged.
Jungkook kisses you like heâs starving until you can barely breathe. Then, with a low growl, he flips you over onto your stomach. His hands spread across your hips, dragging you onto your knees, arching your back until youâre presenting yourself perfectly for him.
âFuckâŠâ His voice breaks into a groan as he kneels behind you, palms running over the curve of your ass. âDo you even know what youâre doing to me right now?â
You shiver when he squeezes your hips, spreading you wider. The cool air hits you for only a second before the thick head of his cock presses against your entrance.
He teases, sliding just enough to coat himself in your slick, and the friction makes you whimper. You push back against him without thinking, desperate, and his laugh comes out rough.
âImpatient little thing.â
But he doesnât drag it out any longer. With one slow, steady thrust, he pushes inside, stretching you until your fingers clutch the sheets. A broken moan rips from your throat at the burn, the fullness, the way he fits perfectly.
âFuck⊠so tight,â he groans, gripping your hips harder. âIâll never get used to this.â
He stays still for a second, breathing hard, then pulls back only to slam into you again, the force driving another cry from your lips. The sound of skin against skin fills the room as he sets a brutal pace, each thrust deeper than the last.
You collapse forward onto your elbows, your body rocking with every snap of his hips. His hand slides up your spine, pressing between your shoulder blades until your arch deepens, letting him sink even further.
âGod, yes⊠just like that,â he rasps, pounding into you.
Every movement drags against that perfect spot inside, pleasure flooding you so fast your legs tremble. Your moans are shameless now, filling the room, and Jungkook eats up every sound, grunting your name like heâs unraveling with you.
He leans forward, his chest pressing to your back, his lips hot against your ear. âYou feel so good⊠youâre mine, baby, all mine.â His hand snakes around to your clit, rubbing fast, and the sudden pressure sends you spiraling.
âJungkook⊠fuckââ You choke on the words as your orgasm crashes, your walls clenching around him so hard he curses loudly.
He doesnât stop. He drives into you through your high, chasing his own release. His thrusts grow rougher, sloppier, until with one final groan, he buries himself deep and spills inside you, his whole body shuddering as he comes undone.
For a moment, the only sound is your ragged breathing, both of you trembling, slick and messy where youâre still connected.
Jungkook presses kisses down your shoulder, his voice wrecked when he whispers, âFuck⊠I could die happy right now.â
Hi hi! Would it be okay to ask for making out with the other members, too? I l o v e d the Hyunjin one! I love how it was domestic, no dynamics, not too heavy and still sooooo good!
hiii!!<3 thank you so much, iâm so happy you enjoyed it!đ„č and yes, iâll gladly write the make-out drabbles for the other members toođđ«§
Hi nikola!! iâm coming off from anon to tell you how amazing your writing is and never apologize about your WORK! you are such an amazing writer and you have so much to accomplish and I believe in you! Never give up and never stop writing â€ïž
hii!!đ„č ah, thank you so much!! ur message honestly made my day đ i really appreciate you and your words like it really means a lot<3 iâll keep writing and trying my best, i promise!!đ„čđ
can i request a jk where you're an idol too and you guys got in a massive fight where you haven't been talking. *arent dating yet but like each other alot* Jk is obsessed, oc is like it girl idol rn and well you can take it from there
the space between us ᯀ jeon jungkook
omg im so sorry if you dont like it, i tried my best but i feel like this isnât it. let me know if u dont like it and iâll write a better one!đ„čđ
content: idol!jungkook x idol!reader, friends to lovers, slight angst, slight fluff, misunderstanding, brief jealousy
wc: 3.2k
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The movie had been playing for over an hour, but neither of you were really watching. The flickering light from the screen threw shifting shadows across Jungkookâs living room, painting him in hues that didnât quite exist. Half of your attention was on the city outside his window, humming softly, endlessly, and the other half was on him â on the way his shoulder pressed against yours, warm and grounding.
He shifted slightly, nudging the bowl of popcorn closer to you without a word. A gesture so small it might have gone unnoticed, except it never did. It always mattered, because that was Jungkook â attentive in silence, noticing the things you never said.
âYouâre not watching,â he murmured finally. His voice was low, casual, but the edge beneath it pulled at your chest.
âNeither are you,â you replied, forcing a smile that didnât reach your eyes.
His lips curved faintly, but his gaze lingered on you longer than it should have. You looked down, fingers diving into the popcorn just to give yourself something to do.
It wasnât supposed to feel complicated. Nights like this were supposed to be easy â soft, quiet, safe. But lately, there was a weight, unspoken and relentless, settling between you.
The silence stretched, filled only by the movieâs muffled dialogue.
âTheyâve been talking again,â you said, your voice small, careful.
He stiffened beside you. His hand, resting on the edge of the couch, curled slightly, and he didnât speak.
âYou know who,â you whispered. You didnât need to spell it out. The fans. Yours. His. Those who dissected every smile, every glance, every accidental brush of hands.
âThey always talk,â he said after a moment, exhaling through his nose. His back pressed against the couch, shoulders rigid.
âYes, but this feels different,â you murmured, quieter, almost to yourself. âItâs not just noise anymore. Itâs like theyâre starting to believe the rumors.â
His eyes found yours, sharp, unreadable. âAnd that bothers you?â
The question landed like a stone in your chest. You pressed your palms together in your lap, swallowed hard. âI⊠I just donât want it to get out of control.â
âOut of control,â he repeated, tasting the words like they might reveal something. Careful, measured, though the tension coiled beneath his calm.
You nodded. Your throat felt tight, constricted by fear you hadnât admitted even to yourself. âMaybe⊠maybe we should give each other some space. Just for a while.â
The warmth that had been there moments ago slipped away like sand through your fingers. Jungkook didnât move. Didnât speak. His jaw tightened just slightly, but his face remained unreadable.
âSpace,â he echoed.
The word sounded like glass breaking.
âI donât meanââ you started, but stopped. You could already see it in his eyes. Not anger. Not exactly. Hurt. Deep, quiet hurt that had nowhere to go but inward until it twisted into something sharp.
The word hung between you. Space.
You hated it.
He shifted forward, resting his forearms on his knees. He stared at the floor, as if steadying himself against some internal storm.
âYou think this is too much,â he said at last, not a question, just a statement.
âThatâs not what Iââ
âThen what are you saying?â His voice was quiet, careful, but trembled under the surface.
You pressed your lips together, heart hammering, searching for words that wouldnât feel like betrayal. âI just⊠I donât want things to get harder than they already are. People notice. Theyâre connecting dots that donât exist, and once that happensâŠâ
You trailed off, staring at your hands. You couldnât finish it.
Jungkookâs eyes darkened. âOnce that happens⊠youâll regret spending time with me?â
Your stomach dropped. âDonât twist it like that.â
âIâm not twisting anything,â he said sharply, but the edge didnât mask the hurt. âIâm asking.â
You swallowed, heart in your throat. âIâm just being realistic. This⊠us being this close⊠itâs risky. Theyâll eat us alive if they think thereâs something going on.â
He stared at you, long and steady, and the laughter from the TV sounded like a cruel echo.
âSo what youâre really saying,â he said finally, softer but no less cutting, âis that youâre scared.â
You flinched. Because it was true. And because hearing it out loud made your chest ache even more.
âYes, but Iâm not scared of you,â you whispered.
âThen what are you scared of?â His gaze bore into you, searching, insistent.
âOf what theyâll do to us. To you. Iâve seen it, Jungkook. You know Iâm right.â
His jaw clenched, knuckles whitening. He looked away, toward the flickering screen, but wasnât seeing it. âAnd your solution is⊠to push me away before they get the chance?â
The accusation didnât need a question mark.
Tears pricked your eyes. âThatâs not what I want.â
âDoesnât matter,â he muttered, rising slowly, pacing. His voice cracked, betraying the control heâd been clinging to. âThatâs what it feels like.â
His pacing was deliberate, almost careful, as if the floor beneath him could fracture. He raked a hand through his hair, tugging like it might somehow release the tension in his chest.
You stayed on the couch, arms wrapped around yourself. Watching him unravel was a sharper ache than anything youâd imagined.
âDo you even hear yourself?â he asked finally, half-turned toward you. His voice wasnât raised, but every word cut. âYou think distance makes this easier? For who? You? Them?â
âFor both of us,â you whispered.
He laughed, low and bitter. âThatâs bullshit. And you know it.â
Your chest ached. âJungkookââ
âNo,â he cut you off. His voice cracked, raw and unsteady. âYou sit here, telling me you donât want change, but youâre asking for space. Do you know what that feels like? To have you here, right in front of me, and still feel you slipping away?â
âIâm not slipping away,â you whispered.
âThen why does it feel like you are?â
The silence after was suffocating. Only the muted TV and your own heartbeat filled the room.
You forced yourself to meet his gaze. His eyes were glassy, chest heaving unevenly. Terrified, like he was watching something precious teetering on the edge â and you were the one holding the hand that could either steady it or let it fall.
âI donât want to lose this,â you said, voice raw. âI just⊠I donât know how much longer we can pretend this doesnât mean something. To me. To you. To everyone watching.â
His lips parted, as if to argue, but no words came. He pressed his palm to his forehead, eyes closed, a gesture that made your chest tighten even further.
âYou think I havenât thought about that?â he muttered. âEvery day. The cameras, the comments, the looks. You think I donât know the risks?â
And then he looked at you. Desperation in his gaze, making your breath catch. âBut I still choose you. Every single time. And you⊠you want me to step back like itâs that simple.â
The words cut, like knives you couldnât dodge. Because you wanted to choose him too. But fear â the merciless, loud fear â had been screaming louder than anything else.
For the first time, you didnât know if you were standing on the same side anymore.
His shoulders were tense, fists clenched, trying to hold himself together, but the cracks showed anyway.
And you â you were unraveling too.
âYou donât get it,â you whispered. âYouâll survive if it blows up. You always do. But me? I donât have that shield. If they decide Iâm the problem, theyâll destroy me.â
He froze. Hurt deep enough it could fracture bone.
âSo Iâm untouchable?â he repeated, voice low, trembling. âIs that what you think of me?â
You couldnât stop now. âI think⊠you donât realize how different it is for me. Youâll still have your career, your fans, your music. I⊠Iâll have nothing left if this goes wrong.â
Jungkook shook his head slowly, a bitter, windless shake, like the words had stolen the air from him.
âSo thatâs it,â he whispered finally. âThatâs all I am â someone whoâll be fine no matter what. Someone you can walk away from because youâre scared.â
âThatâs notââ
âNo,â he snapped, voice rising, raw and unsteady. âDonât. You think Iâm untouchable, that Iâd move on like none of this mattered. Do you even know what youâre saying? Youâre not the only one whoâs scared. Iâm terrified. Every second. Of losing this. Of losing you. And youââ his voice faltered, âyou act like I wouldnât bleed the same way you would.â
Your chest tightened. You wanted to explain, but the look in his eyes silenced you. He wasnât angry. He was broken.
And worse, it was your fault.
The silence pressed down like lead. He wouldnât look at you. And that hurt more than the words ever could.
âI didnât mean it like that,â you whispered.
His laugh was bitter, sharp. âDoesnât matter. You still said it.â
The room felt too small, too heavy. You couldnât reach him.
And the silence stretched, pressing down on you until it felt like the air itself was too heavy to breathe. Jungkook didnât look up, his face still hidden in his hands. You waited â waited for him to say something, anything. But nothing came.
And the longer it went on, the more it hollowed you out.
You rose slowly from the couch, your movements stiff, deliberate, like you were trying not to make a sound. He didnât move. Didnât even flinch.
âMaybe⊠maybe I should go,â you murmured, your voice barely carrying across the room.
Still nothing.
You lingered for a moment at the door, half-hoping heâd stop you. That heâd lift his head, call your name, give you a reason to stay. But the room remained unbearably still, and in the end, it was you who broke the silence. The click of the door followed you all the way down the hall. You didnât look back, though every step away from his apartment felt like a betrayal.
Outside, the night was damp with the weight of an earlier rain, streetlights casting fractured reflections across the pavement. You pulled your jacket tighter around yourself, but the chill wasnât from the weather. It was the memory of his silence, the image of him hunched forward, face hidden in his hands, as if the very act of looking at you hurt too much.
You walked faster.
When you finally reached your own place, you shut the door a little too hard and stood there, back pressed against it, breathing like youâd just run a marathon. The apartment was dark, quiet, untouched since youâd left that afternoon. For the first time in a long while, it didnât feel like a safe havenâit just felt empty.
You dropped your bag by the door, kicked off your shoes, and let yourself collapse onto the couch. The silence here was worse than his silence, because there was no one else in it. No one breathing beside you, no one tossing popcorn your way, no one to nudge you and tell you that you werenât paying attention to the movie.
Just you. And your thoughts.
You didnât cry at first. You told yourself you wouldnât. But the longer you stared at the blank ceiling, the more his voice replayed in your head.
Your chest ached with the weight of it until finally, your eyes blurred and the tears came hot and fast.
You fell asleep like that â still curled on the couch, phone clutched in your hand like maybe, just maybe, heâd text if you held on tight enough.
But the morning came, and your phone was still silent.
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The moment you saw him laughing with her, your chest constricted. Not anger, not yet â but a sharp, twisting knot of jealousy you couldnât shake. Every rehearsed excuse, every mantra of âitâs nothing,â evaporated instantly.
You turned abruptly, forcing your legs to carry you away before your hands started trembling. Your groupmate followed briefly, but you shook your head, muttering, âI just⊠need a minute,â and slipped into a quieter corner of the backstage maze.
The corridor was dim, shadows pooling along the walls. You pressed your back against the cool surface, curling your arms around yourself. Your heartbeat thundered in your ears, each beat a warning: heâs with her. Heâs laughing. Not with you.
You wanted to hate it, wanted to scold yourself for feeling this way â but it burned regardless. The jealousy wasnât really about her. It was about him. About that part of your heart youâd thought belonged only to you, now exposed and trembling. But it was your fault.
You buried your face in your knees, willing the image to vanish. Breathe. Just breathe. But the laughter â the tilt of his head, the warmth in his smile that had once been yours alone â replayed relentlessly. You didnât even know why you were feeling so jealous suddenly. He was only laughing with her, wasnât he?
Minutes â or maybe hours â passed. You lost track. All you felt was the raw ache of wanting, and the frustration that came with it.
Then footsteps. Hesitant at first, measured. Your chest tightened automatically. Not him. Not yet.
And then the unmistakable rhythm of his presence: deliberate, heavy, approaching.
âHey.â His voice was low, controlled, but there was an edge of frustration beneath it.
You didnât look up. âGo away,â you muttered, voice brittle.
âNo.â Softer this time, almost pleading. âI want to know why you ran.â
You forced your gaze toward him. His expression was hard, expectant, but underneath that, something else â a flicker of worry that made your chest ache even more.
âIââ Your voice caught. âI just⊠I couldnât. I couldnât watch you laughing with her. Not after⊠everything. And I know itâs not that serious⊠but likeâŠâ
His jaw tightened. âYou think I was laughing with her?â His tone wasnât anger; it was confusion, hurt, something more dangerous. âDo you even know what I was laughing at?â
âI donât care!â you snapped, louder than intended. Heat flamed across your cheeks. âIt doesnât matter! Seeing you like that⊠with her⊠it isnât fair. I donât even know why. I donât know why I feel that way.â
For a heartbeat, his gaze softened. Then frustration cracked through, sharp and unrelenting. âNot fair?â he repeated, stepping closer. âDo you know what it feels like to see you like this? To see you walk away from me because of some assumption in your head?â
You opened your mouth, but the truth you wanted to voice â a fear that he wouldnât notice how exposed the world made you â stuck. Before you could explain, he ran a hand through his hair, the restless gesture you knew meant he was unraveling.
âDo you even hear yourself?â His voice dropped, almost a growl. âYou think I could laugh with someone else the way I laugh with you? Do you think I donât miss you at all since you left my apartment that day?â
âMaybe I donât know anymore,â you whispered, fragile.
He froze, close enough that you could feel the heat of him. âMaybe you donât know? Or maybe youâre lying to yourself to justify running from me? Youâre the one who wanted space. You wanted to step back⊠from us.â
You flinched. The truth youâd been avoiding all week â the fear of losing him, the jealousy disguised as distance â was laid bare.
He studied you, chest rising and falling, eyes dark with frustration and something else, something desperate. âStop hiding like that,â he said quietly, almost pleading. âYou donât get to run from me and pretend itâs nothing.â
The words hit like fire. You looked away, hands digging into your lap, curling tighter against yourself. The weight between you pressed down, unrelenting.
Jungkook exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face before gripping the wall beside you, the motion abrupt and violent. He crouched slightly, careful not to crowd you, giving the space youâd begged for, but not the space your heart had wanted.
âI donât⊠I just donât get it,â he muttered, voice rough, almost breaking. âWhy youâd want space instead of⊠fixing this. Fixing us. Why couldnât we just talk it out?â
Your lips trembled. You wanted to tell him everything, scream that you were just as scared, that every heartbeat in your chest ached with the possibility of losing him.
âI⊠I justâŠâ Words choked you. Tears blurred your vision. âI thought giving space would⊠I donât know⊠make it easier. For both of us. I wasnât thinkingââ
âYou werenât thinking?â he echoed sharply, the edge fading into something desperate. âDo you know how I feel every second Iâm near you? You think I donât notice how my chest races when you touch my shoulder? Or how Iâm always⊠hoping youâll look at me the way I look at you?â
Your breath caught. You did. All of it â the heat, the ache, the terrifying flutter of your chest whenever he was near â you felt the same way.
âI⊠Jungkook,â you whispered, voice cracking, âI feel the same. I⊠Iâm scared too. So scared.â
He inhaled sharply. Neither of you moved. Just the sound of panicked breathing, and the tension thick enough to drown in.
âI⊠I canât stand the thought of losing this. Losing you,â he said quietly, raw. âI like you. I like you so much. I donât understand why⊠why youâd want distance instead of letting me stay. Letting us try. Together.â
The words hit like a tidal wave. You sank against the wall, trembling, tears streaming freely. âIâm sorry,â you whispered. âI shouldnât have⊠called you untouchable. I was scared, I didnât thinkââ
âYou donât have to apologize,â he said, voice low, vulnerable. His hand lifted, cupping your cheek lightly, thumb brushing your tears. The simple touch made your chest flutter violently. âI get it. I get being scared. But running⊠that doesnât fix anything.â
âI know,â you murmured. âI just⊠I love you. I donât want to admit it, but I do. Iââ
He leaned closer, the heat of him pressing against you, forehead brushing yours. âI love you too,â he whispered, trembling. âIâve been trying not to scare you with it. But you⊠youâre all I think about. Even when youâre not near. And I canât⊠I canât understand why youâd ever want space instead of letting me be here.â
The honesty, raw and unguarded, hit deep. You reached up, trembling hands brushing against him, holding him close. âI was wrong,â you whispered. âI was terrified⊠but I donât want space. I want⊠you. I want this. You. I love you, Jungkook.â
His lips twitched into a fragile smile, eyes soft and glistening. âGod⊠I canât believe it took this long for us to say it.â
Slowly, deliberately, he closed the distance. Tentative at first, the kiss fragile, searching, but it deepened, trembling and hungry. All the fear, doubt, and longing spilled into that one kiss.
After a few moments you finally pulled back, foreheads resting together. âYouâre not going anywhere, right?â he whispered, hoarse and raw.
âIâm not,â you breathed, shaking your head. âI wonât.â
And in that instant, the tension that had suffocated you both began to disappear, leaving behind warmth, relief, and a quiet, unspoken promise: whatever came next, youâd face it together.
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The door hadnât even fully closed behind you before you were in Hyunjinâs arms.
Your bag slipped off your shoulder and landed with a soft thud somewhere near the entryway, but you couldnât be bothered. The moment you saw him â hair loose, oversized shirt hanging comfortably on his frame â you launched forward and wrapped yourself around him like you hadnât seen him in months.
âHyunjin,â you mumbled against his chest, your voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt. âI missed you so much today.â
Hyunjin laughed, a warm, low sound that vibrated against your cheek. His arms came around you without hesitation, pulling you tighter against him until you felt caged by his body heat. He tilted his head down, strands of hair brushing your temple as he spoke, tone teasing but dripping with affection.
âYou literally saw me two days ago, my love.â
âI donât care,â you said immediately, hugging him tighter, like if you let go, he might vanish. âIt feels like forever.â
He chuckled again, trying to pull back just enough to look at you, but you refused, burying your face deeper into his chest. âAh, youâre not gonna let me breathe, are you?â he teased, his hand sliding gently up and down your back.
âNot today,â you mumbled stubbornly. âI want to be stuck to you. Like glue.â
Hyunjin shook his head, still smiling, his hands now rubbing slow, soothing circles over your waist. âMy clingy baby,â he said softly, almost under his breath. âI swear you get cuter every time you do this.â
Finally, you tilted your head up, pouting at him, eyes wide and warm. He froze for a moment, lips parting slightly as he caught the look on your face â the kind of look that made his chest tighten. Then he grinned, tapping a finger gently under your chin.
âWhat am I gonna do with you, huh?â he asked, though the question carried no frustration â just affection laced with something a little deeper.
âJust hold me,â you whispered, and that was all it took.
Hyunjin bent down, pressing his lips softly against yours â slow, lingering, nothing rushed. It was the kind of kiss that felt like coming home, like the missing piece of your day had finally clicked into place.
Hyunjin let you cling as much as you wanted, his soft laughter filling the dormâs quiet entryway. But when your arms refused to budge from around his neck, he sighed playfully, hooking a hand under your thighs.
âAlright, if you wonât let go, then Iâm carrying you,â he said, effortlessly lifting you.
You squeaked, clutching him tighter, legs wrapping around his waist. âThatâs not a punishment,â you teased.
âWasnât meant to be.â His grin was mischievous as he carried you down the hall, nudging the bedroom door open with his foot. The space was comfortably messy â his sketchbook tossed on the desk, a hoodie draped over the chair, the faint scent of his cologne lingering in the air.
He set you down on the bed, but before he could straighten up, you tugged on his shirt and pulled him down with you. âStay,â you whispered, eyes soft but insistent.
Hyunjin braced himself above you, strands of hair falling into his face as he looked at you. His lips curved into a knowing smile. âYou really missed me that much?â
âMmhm.â You nodded, tugging him even closer until your noses nearly brushed. âIâve been thinking about kissing you since this morning.â
That made him laugh â quiet, breathy, almost disbelieving. But when his lips finally pressed to yours, there was nothing playful about the way he kissed you this time.
It started slow, like he was savoring the taste of you, but quickly deepened when you fisted the fabric of his shirt and pulled him closer. His mouth was warm, soft but insistent, and he tilted his head just enough to slot perfectly against you. The kiss turned hungrier, wetter, the kind that left your head spinning.
Hyunjinâs hand slid along your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek as he angled you up to meet him. The other hand pressed against your waist, pinning you lightly against the mattress. He groaned quietly into your mouth when you tugged at his hair, the sound vibrating through you.
When he pulled back for only a second, his lips were pink, glistening, his breathing uneven. âYou donât play fair,â he murmured, voice rougher than before.
You smirked, tugging him back down. âNeither do you.â
And then his mouth was on yours again, this time more desperate â his tongue brushing against your bottom lip, asking for more.
The kiss deepened until you were breathless, your fingers tangled in Hyunjinâs hair as if you could anchor yourself with him alone. He groaned softly against your mouth when you tugged, the sound shooting straight through you, making your stomach flip.
âGod, you drive me crazy,â he muttered between kisses, his lips dragging down to your jawline. His breath was warm against your skin as he pressed slow, deliberate kisses along the curve of your jaw, then lower, toward your neck.
Your back arched instinctively, a soft sound escaping when his mouth found that spot just under your ear. He smirked against your skin, teeth grazing lightly before soothing the area with his tongue. âMissed me, huh? Or just this?â His voice was low, teasing, but laced with something darker.
âBoth,â you whispered, gasping when his hand slipped under the hem of your shirt, warm fingers brushing against your bare waist. His thumb stroked lazy circles there, possessive and gentle all at once, while his mouth explored every inch of your neck.
Hyunjin hummed, pleased with your answer, before capturing your lips again. This time, the kiss was messier â tongues brushing, teeth clashing lightly. His weight pressed you down into the mattress, his body slotting perfectly against yours. You could feel the way his breathing grew heavier, the way his grip on your hip tightened each time you pulled him closer.
When you nipped at his bottom lip, he groaned â low and rough, the sound sending sparks through you. He pulled back just enough to look at you, his hair falling into his eyes, lips red and swollen. âYouâre gonna be the death of me,â he whispered, voice hoarse.
You smiled breathlessly, brushing your thumb over his lips. âWorth it. Your fans and members might kill me if you die, but itâs worth it.â
His laugh was short, almost disbelieving, before he kissed you again â harder this time, like he couldnât get enough. His hand slid higher under your shirt, fingers splaying across your ribs, his touch burning everywhere it went.
Every kiss felt like fire, every brush of his lips leaving you dizzy and wanting more.
Hyunjin kissed you like he was starving, like every second apart had been unbearable. His mouth moved against yours with raw urgency, lips parting, tongue teasing yours until you were gasping.
When his hand slid further up beneath your shirt, fingers skimming just under your ribs, you shivered, pressing closer. He smirked against your mouth, clearly feeling your reaction. âSensitive,â he murmured, his breath hot against your lips.
You were about to answer, but then he shifted his hips against yours â just the slightest grind, accidental or not, but enough to drag a sharp gasp from you. His grin turned wicked at the sound.
âMissed me that much?â he teased, his voice low and thick with amusement, though his own breathing was ragged.
âDonât act like you didnât miss this too,â you shot back, tugging him down until your lips crashed together again.
The kiss turned sloppy, desperate, teeth grazing lips, tongues tangling until you were both breathless. Hyunjinâs hand found your thigh, squeezing firmly before sliding upward, dragging your leg around his waist to pull you flush against him. The pressure made your head spin, a quiet whimper slipping out before you could stop it.
The sound nearly undid him. He broke the kiss only to bury his face in your neck, biting back a groan as he pressed against you harder, his hips moving in slow, deliberate rolls that left no space between you. His teeth grazed your skin before sucking lightly at the base of your throat, and you could feel him smile against you when your breath hitched.
âGod, I love it when youâre like this,â he whispered, voice rough, lips brushing your pulse. âClingy, needy⊠all mine.â
His words sent heat pooling low in your stomach, your fingers clawing at his shoulders as you pulled him impossibly closer. Your bodies moved together in a rhythm that blurred the line between kissing and something hungrier, his lips never leaving your skin for long.
When his mouth found yours again, it was fiercer than ever â messy, wet, desperate. He kissed you like he needed it to breathe, swallowing your little gasps as he ground against you with more urgency.
âHyunjinââ you breathed between kisses, the sound half a plea, half a warning.
He smirked, his lips brushing yours. âYeah, baby? Tell me what you need.â
