plot | that time on tour where both popstar and yoongi keep on slipping.
w.c | 2k
pairing | bass guitarist!yoongi x popstar!reader
genre | fluff, humor, enemies to lovers, slow burn
note | it has been so long. i miss them so much!
main masterlist | series masterlist
“Fifteen minutes left!”
A staff member reminded everyone in the room. So many hands work all over the place. Makeup brushes, curling irons, sparkly outfits. The scent of hairspray, coffee, and a lavender humidifier filled the room.
Art is running around to look for extra batteries for your mic. Cal is next to you, sternly looking after you while holding your customized Stanley tumbler. There are different voices and orders to make sure that everyone, especially you, is ready. You stood wordlessly amidst the chaos, standing in the center of it all like a doll being dressed up. You remained like that while someone untangles your in-ear monitor in your styled hair.
Yoongi silently eyes you across the room, sitting silently next to his co-members. His thumb was busy scrolling on his phone, but his eyes were all set on one single woman in the room. He has not seen you all day, not even during the soundcheck and rehearsals, and no one has explained why you were absent. It was unusual, since you rarely went missing, even on your worst days.
Maybe that’s why everything’s in a rush. The main star of the show only arrived in the arena thirty minutes ago, and her bass guitarist can see the lack of sparkle in her eyes.
“You know, you can just talk to her,” Noah whispered.
Yoongi turned his head and saw that the rest of the band was looking at him with encouragement. Fred simply nods his chin in your direction while Akio only offers a kind smile.
But he just shook his head, looking away, “This is nothing. I’m just–”
“You know, we can all tell that something has been going on between you two since the tour resumed.” Noah went on, rolling his eyes. “You said no to her for the first time in Tokyo. She looks like something else when she’s around you, when we were in Seoul. And since we got back from the beach a day ago, you two have been sneaking glances at each other.”
“Also, it didn’t help that you guys always have a third party when working on her next project. You’re always inviting one of us to write and make songs with you two when it’s only you two understand each other.” Fred joined in.
Yoongi scoffed, shifting on his spot on the couch, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Okay, then, please explain why you look like a sad puppy every time she walks by.” Akio giggled.
Before Yoongi can reply, another crew member snapped his fingers while screaming, “Ten minutes left! Band, please get to your places– Is YN ready?”
The band got up, and Yoongi got another glimpse of you listening to instructions from people around you. Your eyes were closed while nodding continuously. He can tell that you were mildly checked out. He was snapped out of his gaze when Noah nudged his shoulder,
“They’ll leave her alone five minutes before she goes on stage, you know…” Noah whispered as if he were trying to tell him something. It’s true, that's why you were rarely late during any performance. You always like to be alone before performing, just to have some time to calm down and prepare yourself.
Yoongi didn’t reply and unconsciously remained staring in your direction, making his bandmate, your best friend, roll his eyes.
“Just go, you sad-looking cat. I hate seeing you two playing hide-and-seek like this,” Noah shoved him lightly.
Yoongi glared back. “You’re annoying.”
“And you’re fucking obvious,” Noah whispered, already leaving the room.
Yoongi lingered at the door, waiting for the room to clear up. He watched as your team gradually peeled away. They began leaving one by one to have their dinner or maybe take a puff outside after the last stressful minutes. Cal, your assistant, was the last one to go. As she was leaving, she simply looked at him, nodding, as if she knew the same thing as the band.
“Be quick,” She patted his arm with a knowing look, before disappearing with Art down the hall.
Then, the room is quiet.
Yoongi cannot tell if you are aware of his presence since you remained sat down on your white vanity chair, eyes still closed. As he steps closer, he takes notice of the glitters applied on each of your lids, along with the soft gloss on your lips.
He gulped before speaking, “Hey.”
Your eyes fluttered open, looking at him through the mirror before you, “Hey.”
To you, he looked like a snack. You don’t know when, but his hair is trimmed and styled into an undercut. It was pushed back, yet a few strands hover on the edge of his forehead, making you feel some type of way.
“You weren’t around the whole day,” Yoongi mumbled.
And there’s a warmth in your chest upon the idea that he probably felt your absence the entire day. But instead, you bite your cheeks to stop yourself from smiling.
“And you’re supposed to be at your spot.”
“Well, I guess we’re both doing our jobs horribly right now,” he tried to lighten up the mood. A small quirk from the corner of your lips is enough for him to feel a little more at ease.
You turned to face him. “Are you here to check if I can still do my job?”
Noah was right. You two are basically playing the most obvious game of hide and seek. Everyone is a spectator while you and he play around each other.
He sighed. “I’m here to check if you’re okay. You look—”
“Yoongi,” you cut in sharply. “Don’t do that. I thought you didn’t want us asking those things. We’re just coworkers, right?”
The air thickened instantly. Yoongi’s lips parted, but nothing came up. All of the sentences he had already readied in his head are cleared up. Like he just went on a factory reset.
“YN, that’s not what I—”
“Three minutes!” someone called from outside.
You stood up, smoothing down the mini skirt of your glittering pink outfit. “You should really go to your spot now.”
But when you walked past him toward the door, your heel caught on the edge of a cable. You stumbled forward with a startled gasp, and before you could hit the floor, Yoongi’s arm wrapped tightly around your waist. There was a sharp inhale from you as your head turned, and you felt how close you two were.
“Careful,” he whispered against your ear, almost tickling you.
Your heart hammered wildly as he helped you steady yourself, his touch on your waist lingering seconds too long.
“Thanks,” you said quietly, straightening your posture.
He simply nods, and you can see how his eyes softened before going.
“Manila, you’re so hot tonight!”
Being the best performer you are, no one would have thought how chaotic everything was with how you have been performing for more than an hour now. Yoongi, as usual, has been watching you behind, tracking every move you make. He took notice of how you have been extra careful with the new shoes you got from your stylist. It’s unlike your usual thick-heeled, high-heeled boots. The one you’re currently wearing seems to be asking for accidents with its four-inch stiletto-heeled boots. You already almost slipped earlier, but you were quick to hold onto one of your dancers.
Seeing how the shoes definitely affect your performance, Yoongi cannot help but feel frustrated by it for some reason. His stomach twists in every twirl or complicated move you make, worried how your heels might betray you.
“I showed my friends, then we high-fi– ah!”
A sharp click echoed as your heel caught again on the stage’s edge. Instantly, Yoongi’s muscles tensed. He flinched as if to move and help you get up. But you were literally across the stage, and he was also in the middle of playing the bass.
Gladly, you recovered smoothly, flashing a grin to your cheering audience while your dancers helped you. But Yoongi’s jaw remained clenched, worried about how the fall had probably hurt.
He can’t help but say to himself, “Seriously… those heels?”
Your eyes flicked to the side stage for the briefest moment and caught his glare. That’s when you decided to do something, walking to his spot. A small smirk tugged at your lips, and Yoongi is too distracted with his worries to tell why. Then, he realized which part of the song you are at.
“Oh, late at night, I'm thinking 'bout–”
But just when you were about to make it to him, you stepped on the slippery part of the stage, and everyone gasped audibly, ready to see you hit the floor one more time. But Yoongi was finally close enough to catch you.
Just like earlier, Yoongi’s arm tightened around your waist, steadying you, his hand firm yet careful. Your chest pressed lightly against his side as you instinctively rested a hand on his shoulder for balance. The audience’s gasps and squeals barely registered as you two froze for a heartbeat, the stage music carrying on around you. Your eyes met his, wide and sparkling with adrenaline, and you couldn’t help but put on a devilish smile.
“Have you ever tried this one?”
Yoongi’s jaw tightened, grip still firm, when you leaned just a fraction closer, brushing your nose against his. His eyes were wide, and you know the effect when you feel his grip on your waist gets tighter.
And before he can even fully process it, you pull back with a wink and walk back to the center stage to sing the chorus.
“Hey, you okay?”
Yoongi simply nods when a staff member asks him when they got off the stage after the show. Sweat drips from his forehead, dampening a few strands of his styled hair. He flexes his fingers subtly, still feeling the weight of your body against him from earlier.
Somehow, he is still frustrated for reasons he still can’t tell. But he can tell this is much more than those heels he worried about.
“They’re inviting everyone for drinks, you coming?” Noah asked, snapping him out.
Yoongi tried to act normal, “Y-Yeah, sure.”
“I feel like you need to drink.” Akio followed behind them, with a teasing tone in her statement. Her brows wiggled, “Seems like you lost balance earlier, huh?”
His jaw clenched, “I don’t know what you’re saying.”
It was the same statement he had earlier, and he knew that they would just tease him about it. So he walked forward faster. He runs a hand down his face, trying to calm the tension lingering in his shoulders. Even now, off stage, he can’t shake you off his mind.
Then, suddenly, you appear out of nowhere. You were walking in the opposite direction from him, and you were also still recovering from the show. You stopped when you locked eyes with him.
“What’s with the look?” you asked, sounding offended, with your eyes squinting.
That’s when Yoongi realized that he was probably unconsciously glaring at you. He snapped out, pushing his hair back, “Nothing.”
“No, you seemed mad at me,” you pressed, suddenly in a mood for confrontation. “Is it because of the Juno performance–”
“It’s not about you, YN,” he cuts her off, trying to avoid the topic.
“Is it?”
There was a pregnant pause after you said that. As if both of you knew that he was lying. Yoongi sighed. Maybe this is the talk he’s been wanting to have since earlier. But before he can even say a word, Callie comes up behind you.
“YN, we need you to change–”
“Fifteen minutes, Cal. Yoongi and I have to talk about something.”
You didn’t wait for a reply. Instead, you took Yoongi’s wrist and pulled him with you to the nearest door, your dressing room. He dumbfoundedly followed you, while everyone’s heads turned in your direction, as it was a rare sight. The door clicked shut, and the faint murmur of every staff member who witnessed the whole thing filled the hallway.
“Oh, they are going to talk…” Fred mumbled as they stood next to your assistant, who seemed to be speechless.
“Or maybe something else…” Akio quipped with a small smile.
“Okay, I’m gonna be honest,” Noah spoke, catching everyone’s attention. “Those two look like they need to fuck. You know, just to get it over with.”
Callie choked on her laugh, covering her mouth, “Noah!”
Summary: Jeon Jungkook has everything from wealth, brains, and the reputation of the perfect heir. But behind all of that, he hides one secret: you.
Warnings: themes of stalking, manipulation, and obsession, angst, possessiveness, slow burn.
Word count: 8522
a/n: this didn't end up being the longest chapter of proximity I fear. I can't believe I managed to finish this chapter in between the fucking assignments and upcoming exams. there’s a quote in this chapter from a famous show, the first three to guess it, you’re my beta reader for chapter 14 🤭 Also feel free to react in joonam’s corner so you can talk about it with other readers! 🤍
You probably won't even be able to beat him at arm wrestling, let alone in a fist fight.
The light hit just enough of his face to make your heart drop and stutter all at once.
He looks so familiar.
You blinked and your own voice breaks the silence surrounding you and the man in front of you,
“Taehwan?” you asked, surprised at the person in front of you.
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You almost didn’t recognize him at first.
But the way Taehwan looked almost as startled as you, you were certain it was him, he smiled as he said, “Oh, hey. Didn’t think I’d see you around here.”
“I thought you were following me,” you let out a nervous laugh, but somehow your heartbeat wasn’t slowing down from the fear you just felt. Taehwan nodded at that.
He lets out a nervous chuckle, or at least you thought it didn’t feel like a genuine response, “I could understand if you thought I was. But no, I live nearby, just a few blocks up, you know the duplex near the intersection?”
“Oh, didn’t know you lived nearby,” you swallowed, trying to feel and sounding less awkward, “should we walk a little bit to the shop right in front? We’re getting rained on,” you chuckled at the fact that you were both getting rained on as this whole conversation was happening.
Taehwan agreed and motioned for you to shelter yourself first from the rain, so you did and he followed after you.
Once the both of you were under the meat shop’s canopy, Taehwan started explaining himself again, “Yeah, so, I’ve lived here for around 3 years now. I definitely didn’t expect to run into you like this.”
“Oh wow, what a small world. Do you go to the Jeon's mansion by public transport then? Wouldn’t that be really far from here?” you asked, curious as to why Taehwan would be living in an area like this, far away from where the Jeon mansion is located. And he could probably afford a better and closer place to their mansion.
There is no way Taehwan is earning just the minimum wage when he is the assistant of the Jeon Jungkook, you thought.
Taehwan noticed how quiet you were as if you were questioning so many things about him living around this area. This was his second interaction with you, but he could tell that you were someone with critical thinking who doesn’t just accept things as they come.
It wasn’t a lie that Taehwan lives in the duplex in the intersection, he has lived there for the past 3 to 4 years, it was part of the instructions Jungkook gave him.
With the way you look at him right now, and the questions you were giving him, Taehwan understands that he needs to be very careful with his choice of words.
If he fucks this up, his boss might be the last person Taehwan would ever want to face, or even speak again.
“Yes, sometimes I’ll just drive my car there. But most of the time, I work in Jungkook’s penthouse, or one of the office branches, and it’s much closer than Mr. Jeon’s mansion, which I agree with you, is a very far and long commute,” he laughed.
Taehwan realized that maybe, you would be more relaxed if he doesn’t take this interaction as tense as he should be.
“Oh, that makes sense. It would suck if you had to go back and forth to the mansion. I was wondering why you would live in this area if that was the place you had to commute to,” you let out a small laugh, but somehow your intuition is still telling you, there’s so much more to uncover from this conversation.
“I thought you would be with Jungkook,” you continued, “in Hong Kong.” you didn’t mean to sound like you were questioning him, but that small voice inside you kept wanting you to confront him.
But another part of you was condemning yourself for questioning a man who lives in the same area as you.
Something changed across Taehwan’s face, but as quickly as you caught it, it changed into something else. Then he shrugged, “He wanted me to take care of some things here.”
His answer was vague, he could have said to take care of some business here. But “some things” felt like Taehwan, unconsciously, was insinuating something else.
You softly nodded a few times, but you couldn’t help but ask him, “What things?”
Taewhan didn’t think you were going to ask him further about it. But since you are now basically his boss’s girlfriend, maybe this question was just out of curiosity.
He won’t lie though, that he could feel his body sweating out of nervousness. Taehwan prayed in his mind that you won’t figure out what was actually happening.
“Just work stuff, important business things that he didn’t want to overlook while he’s abroad. You know how calculated he is,” Taehwan replied.
Well at least that’s one thing you and Taehwan could bond over, you thought. That you both know how Jungkook is. How precise and calculated he is. But still, you couldn’t shake the feeling off.
You truly felt like he was following you.
Does Jungkook know his assistant lives in your area?
Does Jungkook know what his assistant is up to?
That his assistant walks like a creepy man following a woman?
Taehwan didn’t move or make any other sound, he just smiled at you with a calm composure, though you could see he was doing it out of politeness.
You could feel the wind blowing through the street then, scattering a few wet leaves around you. But the rain wasn’t as heavy as it was before. This could be your perfect chance to get away, you thought.
“Well,” you finally said, “the rain’s basically stopped now, I should get going.”
Taehwan smiled again, “Of course, get home safe.”
You nodded at him, clutching your bag strap tighter, and walked past him.
As you walk towards your place, you replayed the moments that just happend, the time you turned around and noticed Taehwan, and the conversation with him in your head again.
The air felt damp and cool. The streetlights were flickering faintly and the streets were so quiet it amplifies the uneasiness you felt.
Behind you, you thought you heard another movement again, you thought you heard another person walking. But when you turned around, expecting to see Taehwan there, the street was empty.
Your thoughts wandered back to Jungkook, how in this kind of situation he would have told you, “don’t worry,” or “I’ll protect you.”
You exhaled slowly, laughing, and also feeling a little relieved that maybe you really had imagined it all.
Then, you started walking and you didn’t look back again.
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When you got home, the apartment felt too big, despite its actual size. And too quiet than it usually is. You set your bag down, turned the lights on, and just stood there for a while.
Then you pulled out your phone from your pocket and immediately dialed Jungkook.
The line rang three times before he picked up the call, “Hi,” you greeted him.
“Did you just get home?” Jungkook asked you.
“Yeah,” you breathed out, “I just got in.”
It was silent for a few seconds before you finally told him, “I ran into Taehwan tonight, in my area.”
And that caught Jungkook’s attention. He almost cursed out loud, did Taehwan fucked it up? Jungkook thought to himself, “Taehwan? It wouldn't be surprising if you ran into him, he lives in that area.”
“Yeah, I didn’t know that,” you continued, “I thought he was stalking me, I was going to ask you if you knew what your assistant was doing.”
You could hear Jungkook let out a small chuckle, “Why would he stalk you? He’s always lived there.”
You felt annoyed at Jungkook’s way of responding to your genuine fear, “It’s not funny, Jungkook. I was so scared,” you scolded him, “don’t you know how scary men can get? How creepy your kind can be? My intuition was telling me that Taehwan was following me,” you were practically screaming at Jungkook by this point.
Jungkook lets a few seconds pass for you to calm yourself down, then his voice came through unbothered by the way you scolded him, “It must have been scary,” he said quietly, “but I’m glad you’re safe now. And I don’t think Taehwan would dare stalk you, he’s my right hand-man for a reason.”
It helped calm you down, that’s for sure, but you still wanted to ask him another question, “Why didn’t you take him to Hong Kong, if he was your right hand-man and all?”
Jungkook lets out a soft chuckle, he loves it when you fight back, it turns him on so much and he wishes he was in Seoul with you, “I needed him to take care of businesses, to observe what’s happening while I’m not around. I need to stay updated and Taehwan is the best out of all of my assistants,” he paused letting out a low laugh, “you do know I have five assistants just for me alone, right?”
“I’m not saying he did anything to me. It just didn’t feel right with me, but maybe I’m overthinking it,” you sighed quietly.
“Don’t worry about it, he lives there,” he added without sounding dismissive.
“Yeah,” you murmured.
Jungkook then talked to you about his day, asked you about your day, and you forgot about everything that has happened that night.
But when the call ended, when your phone screen turned black, and you could see your reflection in the dimmed screen, you felt that uneasy feeling in your chest.
Because you couldn’t tell if that was really all there was, if you were overthinking, or if there was something else about Taehwan.
Or maybe Jungkook was just simply too good with his words.
You shrugged it off, not wanting to overthink even more than you already had.
You have better things to do like going to sleep before the next work day starts.
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When morning comes, the uneasiness you felt shifts into something else. Your thoughts have to make room for the deadlines and the to-do lists because it’s never good to dwell or to stay too long in your own head.
The startup’s workspace is an open planned office that has high ceilings, whitewashed brick walls, and floor to ceiling windows that have a good view of the city. Plants were hung from the metal beams on the ceiling and there was an “every second counts,” sign on the wall. The CEO said it’s to remind everyone what they are working towards.
You arrived late enough that the only empty seat was yours.
Jia spotted you first, her head poking out from behind the monitor, smiling the moment she saw you, “Morning, sleepyhead,” she greeted, “did you spend a long night for the project, again?”
Jia was 23. She’s the most easy-going member of the team, the type of person who can strike up a conversation with anyone and somehow makes it feel natural. People would see Jia and think, “Definitely an extrovert”. She’s cheerful but not loud and she’s not the type to demand attention from others. You’ve gone out with her a few times, from dinners to karaoke nights after work, and every time you ended up laughing more than you thought you would. Jia is just easy to be around and she makes you feel like life doesn’t have to be so heavy all the time.
You laughed softly, putting your coat around your chair, “Something like that.”
You didn’t want to tell them about last night. You believe even as close as you were to your co-workers, they don’t need to know about everything in your life.
“Sure sure,” she teased, twirling a pen between her fingers, “more like calling your secret boyfriend,” she said, winking at you.
Before you could reply, Namjoon appeared behind the both of you, pouring coffee into his mug with his sleeveless rolled up, “Leave her alone, Jia,” he said, still looking at his mug, “she’s had a long month.”
Namjoon is the observant one in the group. He’s the second oldest after Yoongi, and he always listens to whoever is talking to him like no one other than them exists in the world. He’s the kind of senior staff people would want in their team.
“That’s because of you and your high expectations,” Jia muttered.
Namjoon finally looked up from his mug, giving Jia a half smile like he was pretending not to be as amused as he probably was, “I’m not that scary.”
“Please,” Woobin muttered from his desk near the window, “you’re nice and all but you can get pretty demanding.”
Woobin is the effortlessly funny one of the group. He can make the room laugh even when he barely tries. He has a quick, dry, and perfectly timed humour, always catching people around him off guard. He likes to pretend he doesn’t take anything seriously but the team knows better, especially when it comes to his obsession with girl bands.
You shook your head, letting out a small laugh, while finally sitting on your desk, “I mean, he’s not completely wrong.”
Namjoon then smirked at you, sitting on the chair across from yours, “That’s how I help us get things done quicker.”
As everyone settled into their seats, Yoongi walked out of the meeting room, silent as ever, with his laptop under one arm and a coffee in his other hand.
Yoongi is a senior staff member who barely talks unless he has to, but when he does talk, everyone listens. He gave a short nod to everyone, before finally sitting down across Woobin.
“Good morning,” Yoongi simply said.
“It’s barely a good one,” Woobin muttered while still looking at the spreadsheets in front of him.
The exchange made you and Jia giggle, Yoongi and Woobin always sounded like an old married couple.
“Did you finally get that tattoo done, Yoongi?” Namjoon asked, pointing at Yoongi’s finally finished tattoo.
“Yeah,” Yoongi replied, rolling up his sleeve a little higher, “does it look good?”
“The dragon looks so cool!” Jia said, her eyes widening, “it’s like it’s actually wrapping your arm.”
“What do you think?” Yoongi asked, glancing between you and Woobin.
“Oh wow, it does look amazing,” you said, standing up and leaning in to take a closer look, “where did you get it done?”
“Polyc,” Yoongi simply stated the tattoo artist, which must have been a famous one since Woobin responded by letting out a low whistle, “Polyc? How the hell did you even get in the queue?”
Namjoon responded before Yoongi could, “He probably has been in the queue since forever. He’s been talking about that tattoo for over a year.”
Yoongi didn’t bother to reply, but the faintest smirk across his face meant he was telling the truth.
It was always like this with them, everything feels so easy and you never need to force yourself to become someone else. They make the long hours feel shorter.
And yet, even in this warmth that surrounds you, a small thought lingers in your mind, you just couldn’t help thinking about that gut feeling.
Namjoon’s voice broke your train of thought, “Hey,” he greeted you, slightly leaning towards you, “is everything okay?”
Jia buts in, wondering the same thing, “Yeah, I swear you seem off today. Did you fight with your secret boyfriend?”
You blinked at them, caught off guard at the questions, “No, no. I’m just tired.”
“Just try not to get too overwhelmed, take a break if you need to,” Namjoon said, reassuring you.
Then the day moved on in a blur of emails, meetings, calls, and songs from Woobin’s speaker. Jia kept hovering over Yoongi’s about some project that they needed to finish by the end of week, while Yoongi kept telling her to stop pestering him. Namjoon was barely at his desk, he was in and out of the meeting room all day, to the point he had no time to skip lunch
Today’s lunch was just the four of you. There was a small noodle place two streets down, the place is cramped but the broth is to die for, at least that’s how Jia and Woobin described it.
Jia looped her arm through yours, “Are you sure you don’t have anything to tell me? You know you can tell me anything right?”
You hesitated, “I know, I’m just tired,” you smiled at her trying to convince her to leave you alone.
She smiled at you, “Okay, I just wanted to let you know that you’re not alone.”
By the time you reached the restaurant, the noise in the city softened in the background. You sat between Yoongi and Jia. For a moment, it felt easy again. The laughter, teasing, and the way all of you complained about the deadlines you secretly enjoyed.
And still, beneath it all, you could hear that persistent echo.
But maybe you were just overthinking.
Or maybe your intuition was trying to tell you something.
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By the time you got home, the night felt colder, and the streets were slippery again from the rain. You unlocked the door, dropped your bag by the shoe rack, and stood still for a moment.
The air in your apartment felt heavy for some reason. And you thought of Taehwan again and how your intuition was telling you that he was following you. You tried to shake it off and remember Jungkook confirmed that Taehwan does live in your area. You wanted to believe that was all there was to it. But your gut said otherwise.
Maybe it was just the way Taehwan was moving behind you, like he was following you.
To make yourself busy, you brewed tea instead. And just as you were making tea, your phone buzzed on the counter. You glanced at your phone to see Jungkook’s name flashing on your screen.
You picked up the phone, clicked on the answer button, and tucked the phone between your shoulder and ear while reaching for the mug, “Hey,” you greeted him.
“Yeah,” you exhaled, “just making tea.”
He hummed against the phone, “Long day?”
“It’s the usual day,” you replied, smiling faintly, “of emails, meetings, and you know the drill.”
Jungkook lets out a small laugh, “That’s my girl,” he paused before asking you, “what kind of tea are you making?”
You laughed softly, “Chamomile, why?”
“Boring, but fine, if it’s you drinking it, I guess it’s cute,” you swore you could hear him scoff.
You rolled your eyes and snorted at his statement, “It helps me sleep and thanks for the back-handed compliment.”
He clicked his tongue, “I’m being nice.”
You nodded even though he couldn't see you, “Sure you are.”
“I am,” he insisted, “you’re just bad at taking compliments.”
You smiled at the familiar bickering, “Okay, okay. Thank you, my generous sire.”
Then it was followed by silence, phone calls with Jungkook were always like this and you’ve gotten used to it. The kettle clicked off and you poured the water as you asked Jungkook, “Did you eat?”
“Yeah.” Again with the one word answers.
“What did you have?”
“Just something they made me,” he answered flatly.
“You didn’t even know what your chefs made for you?” you scoffed.
“I was too busy looking at things I needed to review and sign.”
“God, that’s a first world problem I wish I had,” you muttered.
“I can appoint you as CEO if you want,” Jungkook replied as if giving someone the title of CEO is as easy as he made it seem.
“I’m good,” you answered while sipping your tea from the sofa in your living room.
Then you started talking to Jungkook about your day at work, about how Woobin spending half of the day just blasting songs no one asked for, Jia teasing you about the secret boyfriend you have, Namjoon being in and out of meetings all day that he skipped lunch, and even about Yoongi’s new tattoo that had everyone talking.
When you finished talking, there was a few seconds of silence from the other end of the line before Jungkook finally responding, “Ah, so he finally got it done.”
You froze, the words came so naturally from him, you frowned, “Wait,” you said slowly while lowering your mug, “What do you mean ‘finally’?”
“What?” Jungkook asked.
“You said and I quote, “Ah, so he finally got it done.”” you repeated after him.
There was a brief silence, only a few seconds long, but you could feel the air thicken.
“Oh,” Jungkook said, “Yoongi mentioned it to me.”
You blinked out of confusion, “He did?”
“Yeah, we’re friends. He asked me to connect him with his tattoo artist,” he simply stated as if it was so normal that Yoongi and the Jeon Jungkook would be friends.
You straigthened up on the sofa, setting the mug down too hard, “You’re friends with Yoongi?”
“Yeah,” Jungkook said flatly, “didn’t I tell you that before?”
“No,” you said, it came out harsher than you meant it to, “you never mentioned that, not even once.”
He paused again, “it didn’t seem important.”
You let out a small laugh, “Not important?”
“Yeah,” Jungkook replied calmly.
“You know Yoongi, someone who has been my co-worker for a few months now, personally and yet you never thought to mention it to me?” you said in disbelief.
“Hey,” Jungkook began with a calm voice that just made your heart beat even faster, “you’re overthinking it. It’s not that deep.”
Something in you snapped, “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Make me feel like I’m overreacting when you are the one keeping things from me.”
You could hear Jungkook inhaling from the other end of the call, “I’m not keeping anything from you. Yoongi and I just happen to know each other. That is it.”
You shook your head a few times, still in disbelief, “Just happen to? Since when? Why was I not informed of this the moment I mentioned Yoongi to you?”
It felt so weird to you how someone like Yoongi and someone like Jungkook could even be friends. Yoongi is older than him and they are both the type to be quiet. What do they even talk about? You could picture them meeting up and the only thing they would do is letting the silence take over the conversation.
It doesn’t feel right.
It doesn’t feel like it was true.
He sighed, “You’re tired, let’s not do this tonight.”
“I am tired,” you replied with a trembling voice now, “but that does not make me stupid and I want to do it tonight.”
Jungkook didn’t say anything to that until his voice, not angrily but close enough for it to left a sting on your heart, said “Why are you looking for problems that do not even exist?”
“Fuck you,” you said, your frustrating finally spilling out of you.
“Don’t say that to me,” Jungkook commanded.
“No, Jungkook, I’ll say whatever I want to say,” you replied back.
You could hear him sigh again, “Stop assuming the worst of me. I told you the truth, I know Yoongi. What else do you want me to say?” he snapped back.
You finally knew what it feels like to be dating the calculated, calm, untouchable, Jeon Jungkook.
He might know how to read businessmen in meeting rooms, but the man in front of you right now has zero knowledge in maintaining a healthy romantic relationship.
“I want you to tell me about everything,” you shot back, “do you know how crazy it is that you’ve never said a word about being friends with my co-worker. Not when I talked about him a thousand times. You just sat there and listened like you didn't know him.”
“A thousand times is an exaggeration,” Jungkook flatly replied.
“That is not what this is about, Jesus Christ!” you half yelled.
“Stop it,” Jungkook said, his tone was lower than before, “Don’t talk to me like,”
“Like what?” you cut in, “like you’re in the wrong? Because you are!”
There was silence now, you could hear him breathing slowly like he was forcing himself to stay calm.
“Listen to yourself,” he finally said to break the silence, “you’re turning nothing into a fight.”
You pressed a hand to your forehead, “God, you always do this.”
“Do what?”
“You always say that I’m just overthinking things! Like with the Taehwan incident the other day and now with this one,” you said with tears now falling from your eyes.
“That’s not fair,” he pointed out, “this is different. With Taehwan, you really were overthinking, he lives there. And this one, I just think it’s pointless.”
“Pointless?” you let out a short laugh, “you’re keeping things from me and you think that’s pointless?”
Jungkook was about to say something, but he stopped himself, “Okay. Maybe I should have told you. I didn’t think it would matter.”
“That’s it, that’s the problem. You always decide what matters,” you said, your voice breaking.
“Why are you being like this?” he asked quietly.
“Because I’m scared,” you said before you could stop yourself, “because sometimes, it feels like you know everything about me and I don’t actually know you.”
He didn’t answer right away, but when he finally did say something, his tone softened, “That’s not true. You should get some sleep, we’ll talk tomorrow.”
You laughed, amused and sarcastically, “No, we won’t,” you said and hung up before you could regret it.
And the line went dead.
For a few seconds, you just stared at your reflection in the black screen of your phone. Then the anger left your body, leaving only exhaustion. You turned your phone facedown on the table, ignoring that part of you that wanted him to call again.
But Jungkook didn’t.
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The call ended before he could take another breath.
The screen dimmed and for the first time in months, maybe even years, Jungkook just stood there, dumbfounded with what just happened.
He let his arm fall to his side, and his knuckles were whitening around his phone as he gripped it so tightly. The penthouse he was staying in was silent, a huge contrast to the city outside his window.
He replayed your voice in his head and what in the damn world happened during the conversation.
He tossed the phone onto his bed and exhaled, “Fuck.”
Jungkook didn’t mean to say Yoongi’s name, the guy he paid to help him take care of you from afar. One of the things Yoongi asked for as payment was for Jungkook to get him first in line for the famous tattoo artist. So when you mentioned about his finally finished tattoo, Jungkook couldn’t help but feel proud of himself for helping the guy achieve “one of his dreams.”
He never would have thought he would ever slip like tonight.
Jungkook is aware that he is getting too comfortable with you.
He’s been letting his guard down every night he calls you and every time he visits you during the weekends.
He should be angry, but all he could feel was something he hasn’t felt since he was 11.
Jungkook feels warmth and love.
He dragged a hand down on his face and sat on the edge of the bed. Across him was the table with his laptop screen glowing faintly, the spreadsheet Taehwan sent.
His mind drifted back to the last time he spoke with Taehwan.
“She saw me,” Taehwan said, sounding out of breath.
Jungkook remembered leaning back in his chair, “Define saw.”
“She was walking back to her place, I think she felt like someone was following her, she turned around, and we talked.”
“Why were you close enough for her to notice,” he said without raising his voice, but the silence that followed made Taehwan almost want to stop breathing.
“Listen,” Jungkook said calmly with a stern voice, “if she felt followed, that’s on you.”
“I’m sorry,” Taehwan responded.
“I’m not angry,” Jungkook replied and he really wasn’t. The emotion he was feeling was not anger, it was irritation mixed with worry, “you got careless, and that is not acceptable.”
He ended the call there, no raised voice or threats. Just with that tone of calmness and certainty which makes people obey Jeon Jungkook.
Now, back in Hong Kong, he could understand how overwhelmed you felt. From meeting Taehwan that night to now finding out that Yoongi is his friend.
Jungkook could call you again. He wanted to, but he knew that you needed this time and maybe he did too.
He built his entire world on the word; careful. And tonight one single careless moment has fractured what he’s built.
He rubbed the back of his neck, wanting to believe you were just emotional, and that by tomorrow you would text him first just like you always did.
But the way you ended the call made him doubt that you would.
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You didn’t cry that night. You just let the silence settle around you by muting your phone, crawling into bed, and stared at the ceiling.
By morning, the anger turned into resignation.
Jungkook hasn’t tried to call or text you.
So you did the same thing.
And for the rest of the week, you kept it that way.
You told yourself it was better this way, but deep down you did miss him. You weren’t planning to ghost him this long, four days.
Each night you expected him to call again, and each night you told yourself you wouldn’t pick up. You told yourself that if you ignored Jungkook long enough, maybe he would realise what he did wrong.
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Jungkook swore to himself that he wouldn’t lose it.
He swore he would give you space because that’s what normal people do.
By the second day of not talking to you, Jungkook was desperate.
He couldn’t sleep at all.
He would drift for a few minutes, then wake up to reach for his phone, and see no new messages.
No fucking new messages.
And Jeon Jungkook is spiraling.
He tried to work. But for the first time, his personal life is bleeding into his work.
The numbers in front of him suddenly turned into shapes that looked like your initials.
He even tore a page out.
The Jeon Jungkook is spiraling.
Every thought he has circled back to you.
During a meeting, he completely forgot what it was all about, and everyone was caught off guard by his unpreparedness.
The fucking Jeon Jungkook is spiraling.
He was scrolling through your old messages.
He hated how small the screen and his world feels when you weren’t on the other end, telling him about your day.
“Ridiculous,” he muttered, tossing his phone aside.
But he picked it up again two seconds later, just in case you called.
Pathetic, he thought to himself.
He puts his hand through his hair, exhaling slowly before whispering, “You’re supposed to be the one thinking about me.”
Jungkook leaned back, his phone still in his hand as the screen started dimming on his palm.
He will give you one more day, just one.
If you still haven’t reached out, well, first class tickets to Seoul are cheap.
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You didn’t expect him to show up.
At least not on Thursday, Jungkook came a day earlier than he usually does.
When you opened the door, he stood there wearing a button up shirt with his sleeves rolled up, you noticed the black circles under his eyes, and even though he was smiling, something was different.
“You weren’t texting me,” he said, instead of greeting you.
You crossed your arms, leaning against the doorframe, “you flew three hours because I wasn’t texting you?”
You let out a small bitter laugh, “Right. Because that’s my fault now?”
“I didn’t say that,” he replied quietly, though Jungkook was holding himself back from not snapping at you, “I just thought you would reach out first.”
You blinked at him, “Why? You’re the one who lied, Jungkook.”
He flinched, “I didn’t lie.”
“You didn’t tell me you knew Yoongi,” you shot back, “that’s the same thing.”
He exhaled through his nose, you could see the muscle in his jaw tightening, “I didn’t think it mattered, he’s just your coworker.”
“Yeah, well, turns out he’s your friend,” you said with your voice breaking a little.
Jungkook pressed his lips together, his eyes flicking from your face to somewhere else. The veins in his forearm were flexible as he moved his hand, “Can I come in?”
You hesitated before finally stepping aside to let him in.
He was standing near the window with his hands in his pockets, while you stayed standing by the couch, your arms crossed, and your heart beating a little too fast.
“I handled it wrong,” Jungkook said, finally breaking the silence.
You frowned, “That’s an understatement.”
He nodded while keeping his eyes on yours, “You were right, I should have told you.”
You were caught off guard by his apology, if you could even call it that, “Then why didn’t you?”
He took a few steps closer to you, “I didn’t think it mattered. I don’t see it the same way you do,” he said frustrated now, “Yoongi and I barely talk, it’s not like I was hiding some big secret.”
You shook your head, “Then why does it feel like you were?”
“I’m not,” Jugkook said, still looking into your eyes. You took a good look at him.
He looked like he hasn’t slept in days, his shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, and his hair looked like he ran his hands through it again and again. He didn’t say anything again, he just stood there eyes flicking across your face.
You rubbed your hand against your arm, “You could’ve just said you were friends when you first heard his name,” you let out a frustrated sigh before continuing, “do you even know how humiliating it felt? I kept talking to you about him and you just sat there, pretending you didn’t know him.”
“I know,” he repeated, a hit of frustration in his voice now but it doesn’t feel directed at you, more at himself, “I just didn’t think it would matter to you, I wasn’t trying to hide anything.”
You exhaled, half laughing, “You had four days to text me that.”
He nodded before taking another step closer to you, “I could say the same,” he muttered, “you really weren’t going to say anything?”
“That’s rich coming from you,” you scoffed.
“I flew here because I had a long week because I knew you wouldn’t pick up if I called,” he said, “and because you don’t get to hang up on me and then ignore me for days.”
You let out a small laugh, staring back into Jungkook’s eyes, “I can do whatever I want.”
“Not to me,” he said without hesitation.
You stared at him, stunned by the confidence in his voice, “You’re impossible.”
“I’m right,” he corrected.
You sighed, “You’re exhausting.”
Jungkook lifted up his hand, and patted your head with a smirk, “And yet you still opened the door.”
You wanted to be angry, really. But, the way he came here tonight, looking like hell after you ignored him for a few days made it impossible for you to stay angry. Who would have thought you could wrap the Jeon Jungkook around your fingers?
You shook your head, trying not to smile, “You really don’t know when to quit, do you?”
He took one last step closer, closing the distance between the two of you,
“Not when it’s you,” he whispered against your ear.
You hated how your heart betrayed you.
He looked into your eyes for a few seconds longer before asking quietly, “You’re still mad at me.”
“I am.”
Jungkook lets out a soft chuckle, “But you missed me.”
You looked away from him, but you could feel the heat on your face, “Yeah.”
“Are you going to forgive me?”
“Maybe,” you said, with the faintest smile across your lips as you looked back at him.
Jungkook smiled at you, “Good girl,” he said, before finally kissing you.
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The next week, rain came again at 8 PM, tapping softly against the window of your apartment. You wrapped your hands around your tea mug, waiting for that knock on the door.
Not five minutes later, you heard the knock you’ve been waiting to hear.
You set the mug down, stood up from the sofa, and walked across the room to the doorway. When you opened the door, there he was in a different outfit than he usually wears, a mask over his face and a cap pulled low enough for you to barely see his face.
“Hey,” you said, reaching out for a hug, “was your flight okay?”
Jungkook stepped into the space between your stretched out arms, lowering himself down so he chin rested on your shoulder as he pulled you into a hug, “Mhmm,” he murmured in response to your question, “I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” you replied, before whispering into his ear, “you don’t need the mask you know, COVID no longer exists,” you joked.
He pulled back from the hug and gave a gentle tap on the top of your head, “Inside,” he said with a low voice.
As he walked past you, his arm slightly brushed your shoulder. You closed the door behind you, and turned towards the living room, only to find Jungkook already sitting there comfortably with your tea mug in hand.
“Who said you could drink my tea?” you asked, amused at the sight of the man in your apartment.
Jungkook glanced up at you with that infuriatingly calm look, “What’s yours is mine and what’s mine is yours,” he said, taking another sip like the tea was always his to begin with.
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile forming across your face.
As he sat there, with his cap low, you noticed something.
He looked familiar.
Not the Jungkook you always see every weekend and not the Jungkook you met in class, but someone else.
You watched him quietly, your mind working hard to try and figure out where that sense of familiarity came from.
Who was that customer again? You thought to yourself.
God, you tried so hard to remember, faces flickering through your thoughts, all the smiles and thank yous your customers gave you, and even the bouquet orders all the regulars used to get.
Still nothing came to mind.
It was there.
The answer is right there but it felt like a word stuck on the tip of your tongue.
Until you thought of each flower.
Oh, the lilies.
Your breath stopped.
That guy who always came in only to buy lilies. The one who you thought was rude for only coming in, said “Lilies, please,” and left sometimes without saying thank you.
And now, looking at Jungkook sitting there in your living room, wearing his cap the same way, leaning back with ease, it hits you.
No fucking way. It couldn’t be.
Could it?
“You look familiar,” you finally said, “just now, you looked so familiar to someone.”
Jungkook glanced up from the mug, his expression unreadable as always, “Who?” he asked casually, as if he didn’t notice the way your eyes were on him for a good full 2 minutes.
“There used to be a customer,” you said slowly, watching his face for any reaction, “he would come in wearing a cap and a mask, he was always quiet, never said anything other than his order and a thank you,” you breathed out, “and he would only buy lillies.”
Jungkook didn’t flinch, not a single twitch, he just sat there, his elbow resting on the armrest of the sofa, looking as calm as ever. But inside, his thoughts were laser focused on not giving you another reason to not trust him.
In his mind, he was already running through ways to deflect this before it escalated. The past few weeks have been hard enough on you. First Taehwan, then Yoongi. Each one left you tense, uncertain, and on edge. The last thing you needed was another reason to question him. Not now, not when things were just starting to feel normal again.
Jeon Jungkook is not about to spiral again.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” you replied, narrowing your eyes at him, trying to read his every move and sentence, “that wasn’t you right?”
He looked right into your eyes, “No.”
You frowned, not entirely convinced, “I don’t know, you guys looked very similar.”
Jungkook raised his eyebrows, “Our faces?”
You shook your head, “No, it’s the posture. And the vibes you give off, it’s weird I can’t explain it.”
“The vibes I give off?” Jungkook repeated, letting out a soft laugh, “it wasn’t me.”
You sighed, trying to shake off the thought, “Okay, you just have the same bone structure as the customer, I guess.”
There was a short pause before Jungkook finally broke the silence, “Why would I lie? I only knew you after we finally met during class.”
You looked at him, and Jungkook looked composed like a man with nothing to hide.
You murmured, mostly to yourself, “You’re right.”
He smiled faintly, “Of course I am.”
The conversation drifted into silence, you didn’t press further though your thoughts lingered. But you couldn’t help yourself to stare again at his cap, his hands, and the intuition of something so familiar you couldn't name.
Across from you, Jungkook pretended not to notice.
You bit your lip, glancing down for a second before looking back at him, “I don’t know, you just looked really similar. It’s weird.”
Jungkook lets out a chuckle, shaking his head slightly, “So you think I go around buying lilies in disguise now?”
You huffed a small laugh, “It wouldn’t be the weirdest thing you’ve done.”
“Touche,” he murmured, then more firmly he said, “it really wasn’t me.”
And you believed it. The way he said it, his expression, there was no twitch or any crack in his calm composure. A person who lies wouldn’t be this calm, you thought to yourself.
But Jungkook always had that effect on you, he could smooth over your doubts without even trying, he could make anything sound reasonable just by looking at you that way.
But you believed Jungkook.
You nodded slowly at him, “Yeah, you’re right.”
He gave a small content hum and picked up the mug again, taking another sip of your tea.
You didn’t notice the faint smile behind the mug.
And when he glanced up at you, his eyes were so calm.
So so calm it made you doubt whether your memory has ever been right at all.
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That weekend, even though you spent nearly every minute with Jungkook, your mind wouldn’t really quiet down. You laughed when he rage bait you with his quick comments, leaned into his touch when he brushed strands of hair away from your face, smiled when he smiled, and even went out to his family mansion for dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Jeon.
Your thoughts just wouldn’t stop circling back to the same question.
Who is he, really?
He was sitting beside you on the couch now, one arm draped on your shoulder, scrolling through his emails. The rain outside hasn’t stopped since last night, and everything about the moment felt safe, comfortable, and somehow domestic.
But as much as you wanted to relax into it, a small voice inside you kept whispering that something is not adding up.
You thought back to the first time you met him, not the one when you were in high school, but the lecture hall.
You remembered him coming to sit down next to you, asking if the seat was taken. You were startled by the Jeon Jungkook. And he sat beside you every class after that with both of you eventually working on a project together. He even once defended you in front of your classmates. You remembered it all too well, “If you’re so desperate to talk about someone, talk about me. Leave her out of it.”
You never asked him to defend you, but Jungkook always does.
Then there was the bracelet. That stupid van cleef sentimental piece you used to wear in high school which has been discontinued ever since. Still to this day you haven’t worn the bracelet because of how much it costs.
Jungkook remembering something you used to wear years ago left you questioning him. But you couldn’t help but feel sentimental every time you wonder about the effort he went through to get it.
But now, sitting beside him, you started to wonder how many coincidences could pile up before they stopped being coincidences.
The way he looked exactly like the customer who used to come and buy lilies from the flower shop was something you couldn’t help erase from your mind.
He really did look similar to the customer.
And then there was the Yoongi and Taehwan incident.
Though you doubted your mind because Taehwan might actually live there and was not stalking you. And Jungkook might just not remember to tell you about Yoongi.
You tried to shake the thoughts off, telling yourself that you were just being paranoid.
You know Jungkook. He is known to be smart and calculated, he notices every single detail. He never made you doubt his intentions with you. And whenever you talk, nothing but you exists in his world.
But you just couldn’t help the uneasiness you felt.
You turned to look at him, Jungkook was still checking his emails, and his strikingly handsome face was looking peaceful.
You thought about all the things he has done for you, things that should have proven he is good, kind, and trustworthy. When that drunk man was bothering you, Jungkook was there in an instant, he didn’t even need to lift a finger to make the man turn away.
When you told him you needed to go to Gwangju, you didn’t explain why, but he picked you up without question, driving for hours just for you.
He was there to accompany you when you finally met your mom again and he also stood beside you when you faced your ex, Taehyung.
And God, lately, Jungkook has been different. Like softer, somehow. He’s still cold and his remarks still make you roll your eyes. But it feels like he’s been letting his walls down. He’s been sweet, intoxicating even, that you didn’t know what life was like without his affection anymore.
Sometimes you bring up something small, like how you felt uneasy about how much he’s helping you with things, and he would smile at you, tilting his face, “You don’t have to worry. I got you.”
But now, you felt sorry to him for wondering if you ever really know him at all.
Because when someone always knows what to say, always has the perfect answer, always moving in ways that make you feel both safe and small, you start to question if it is love or control.
And you really didn’t know which one this was.
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It’s been a week since Jungkook flew back to Hong Kong on Sunday night. Now it’s Saturday again, and he was in front of you.
All week, your mind has been spinning around, trying to break down the suspicions and coincidences that just won’t leave you alone.
Maybe it was all in your head.
But Jungkook has always been right there for you.
He isn’t secretive, only sometimes, but he’s mostly just quiet and observant.
That part was what made him different. Where others overlooked things, Jungkook notices and remembers.
Maybe that was what threw you off. How effortlessly he seemed to understand you.
But was that really strange?
Isn’t that what people dream of?
To have someone who listens, pays attention, and cares enough to act on it?
You’re overthinking again, you thought to yourself.
Jungkook is just different.
Different in the way he would always know when you are feeling overwhelmed.
Different in the way that he made you feel like nothing matters except you.
Your heart aches a little. You spent so long waiting for some disaster to happen. Maybe Jungkook wasn’t the problem. Maybe it was you.
Maybe you just didn’t know how to handle something good when it was right in front of you.
He wasn’t hiding anything, Jungkook is simply just Jungkook.
Mysterious, calculated, cold, intimidating, and untouchable.
But he’s not deceitful.
You looked over at him, he was sitting cross legged now, his button up shirt sleeves pushed up, watching some news about the stock market on his iPad.
When he noticed you watching him, he looked up, “What?” he asked.
“Nothing,” you said smiling, “you just look comfortable.”
He tilted his head, “Is that a bad thing?”
You shook your head, “No, I like seeing you like that.”
He hummed in response, “Keep looking then.”
You scoffed at him.
Why does your mind keep questioning Jungkook like there was something more to him?
He has never given you a reason to doubt him.
The guilt crept in before you realized it.
You felt silly for letting suspicion try to ruin something that has only ever been good to you after all these years.
Maybe you were just scared of how deeply you have fallen for him. Scared because love, or a relationship, with Jungkook doesn’t feel simple, it feels consuming and intense.
Maybe that was what love with the Jeon heir is supposed to feel like.
His eyes lingered on you for a few seconds, “You think too much,” he murmured.
The moment he said that, you could hear that quote in your mind;
To love is to be seen.
“I know,” you replied, “I’m working on it.”
“Good,” he whispered, “you don’t need to overthink, not with me.”
Your heart stopped at how easily he could dissolve your doubts with a few words.
You wanted to believe him and stop questioning every small thing.
So you did.
You leaned into his shoulder, letting his arm drape around you.
Maybe you were all wrong. Maybe this was just love asking you to trust even when you didn’t completely understand it.
After all, isn’t that what love is?
And frankly, you’re scared to dig deeper, afraid of what you might find if you do.
Because if you’re wrong, you would ruin something good and rare.
And Jungkook has never given you a reason to doubt him. Every action, every word, and every time he touches you only ever points towards love.
Maybe that’s why it’s easier to silence the questions, to tell yourself that love isn’t meant to be dissected, only felt.
Summary: On a field trip to Belize, two rival entomology students are forced to share more than just research notes when a booking mistake leaves them with only one bed. Between missed GPS signals, late-night confessions, and tangled sheets, they discover the line between competition and connection is thinner than they thought.
Pairing: classmates/group partners to lovers, Jungkook x reader
Themes: smut, fluff, angst, awkward reader, Jungkook being super reassuring, silly twist at the end
Word count: 9.2k
Jungkook had the highest grades in the class.
Well… not quite.
You were just above him by a fraction of a percent.
And if the way his jaw clenched whenever graded reports were handed back meant anything, he knew it.
That wasn’t the only reason things were tense between you, but it certainly didn’t help. Now here you were, two top students in your university's entomology program, jetlagged and sitting stiffly on opposite sides of a modest hotel room in Belize, pretending this arrangement was perfectly fine.
It wasn’t.
The air was thick with humidity and something unspoken — not quite rivalry, not quite resentment, not quite… something else. You weren’t sure what to call it.
The trip had been Professor Choi’s idea. Fieldwork in the tropics, hands-on specimen collection, rainforest immersion — all very career-making opportunities for young researchers. You’d been thrilled at first until you saw the room assignments taped to the inside of the shuttle windows and saw his name printed under yours.
Room 204:
Y/N
Jungkook
You both blinked at the list in silence. Said nothing. Said too much in that nothing.
And now here you were.
He sat at the desk by the window, scrolling through the trip itinerary on his laptop, one hand curled loosely around a reusable water bottle. You were on the bed, cross-legged with your own notebook balanced in your lap, pretending to revise tomorrow’s field notes but mostly just watching him from the corner of your eye.
He looked tired. His dark hair was still damp from the shower, curling slightly at the ends, and a faint flush lingered on his cheeks from the heat. The collar of his sleep shirt was askew.
You turned your gaze back to your page.
The silence stretched, uncomfortable. It wasn’t the kind of silence that grows out of familiarity — the easy, lived-in quiet that people share. This was sharp around the edges, brittle and full of unsaid things.
Jungkook cleared his throat. “You need the desk at all, or…?”
You glanced up. “No, you’re good.”
He nodded, then shifted in his chair. The legs scraped softly against the tile floor.
You were both trying to be polite — textbook academic composure. But it was like trying to build a bridge over a minefield. You were rivals, but not enemies. You were acquaintances, but not quite friends. And there’d always been something a little charged in the way he looked at you. As if he wasn’t sure if he wanted to outpace you or understand you. Maybe both.
You leaned back on your elbows, exhaling softly. “You packed the pinning kits, right?”
Jungkook glanced over his shoulder. “Yeah. Two of them. Yours is in the side pouch.”
“Thanks.” Not dry, not too much emotion.
Silence again.
He turned in his chair slightly, thumb tapping idly at the rim of his bottle. “You think we’ll get lucky with the beetle counts tomorrow?”
You smiled faintly at the ceiling. “If the rain holds off, maybe.”
More silence.
The distant hum of cicadas buzzed beyond the windows.
You closed your notebook slowly. “This is weird, right?”
He blinked. “What is?”
You motioned vaguely between you. “This. Us. Rooming.”
Jungkook laughed under his breath, almost sheepish. “Yeah. A little.”
You tilted your head toward him. “You’re not gonna kill me in my sleep to bump your GPA up or anything?”
He grinned, finally — teeth flashing, his earlier stiffness fading a little. “Only if your specimen count tomorrow is better than mine.”
You snorted. “So, absolutely then.”
And there it was. The first crack in the tension. Small, but real.
You both sat with it for a moment — the shared smile, the mutual acknowledgment that this was going to be weird, but maybe not unbearable.
You turned toward the bedside lamp. “Lights out?”
Jungkook nodded. “Yeah. Big day tomorrow.”
You clicked the lamp off, and the room fell into a hush, lit only by the soft blue glow of streetlights bleeding through the curtain.
You didn’t sleep right away. Neither did he.
The silence between you was louder now, pressed thin by the narrow space you shared — just one bed, too small for comfort, too close for denial. You were lying back to back, bodies angled to avoid touching, but you could feel him. The heat of him. The subtle shift of the mattress whenever he adjusted his position, trying not to disturb you.
You stared at the ceiling, eyes tracing patterns in the dark. Every breath felt calculated. Every inch of space felt borrowed.
Jungkook exhaled softly. “You awake?”
His voice was low, barely more than a murmur against the hum of the air conditioner.
You hesitated. “Yeah.”
Another beat passed. He didn’t say anything else.
Your fingers curled against the sheets, restless. You could sense him thinking — the same way you’d always been able to tell when he was working through something he didn’t want to admit out loud. You weren’t touching, but somehow, you felt too close. And not close enough.
The bed dipped slightly as he shifted again. You stared harder at the ceiling.
This was ridiculous.
“I’ll sleep on the floor tomorrow,” he said suddenly. Quiet. Like it had been weighing on him.
You turned your head slightly, but didn’t look at him. “Don’t be stupid.”
“It’s not—”
“It’s fine, Jungkook.”
More silence.
You closed your eyes and tried to breathe past the static building in your chest. It was just one bed. Just a hotel. Just a field study.
And tomorrow, the jungle awaited.
You were halfway to the bathroom with your crumpled bra in hand, clutching it like it was evidence in a crime scene, when his voice cut through the quiet.
“I noticed, by the way.”
You stopped dead in your tracks.
He didn’t look up right away, still chewing thoughtfully, but the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth said he knew exactly what he’d done.
Your heart dropped into your stomach. “Noticed what?” you asked too quickly, too defensively.
Jungkook finally raised his gaze to meet yours, and it was almost too casual—like he was trying hard not to make it a big deal.
“You took your bra off last night,” he said, as simply as someone pointing out it might rain later. “Figured it wasn’t on purpose, but I didn’t say anything. Didn’t wanna make it worse.”
Your face burned. Your entire body went still. You couldn’t even bring yourself to blink.
He set his fork down and leaned his head back against the side of the bed, looking up at you with that easy grin of his.
“I’ve got sisters. A mom. It’s not a big deal, Y/N. I’m not gonna make you sneak around and jump like you just committed a felony every time you need to breathe comfortably.”
He laughed softly, like he was genuinely amused, not mocking you. Not even a little. Just… at ease with you, even in your most flustered moment.
“I mean,” he added, glancing back down at his tray, “you’ve seen me shirtless, what, like twenty times? And I’m pretty sure I woke up drooling. So really, we’re even.”
You finally managed to exhale, your fingers tightening around the bra in your hand. The tension started to fade from your shoulders, embarrassment slowly melting into reluctant laughter.
“Still,” you mumbled, stepping backward toward the bathroom, “could’ve let me think I got away with it.”
He smirked and took another bite. “Where’s the fun in that?”
You had a spoon clenched between your teeth, a cold scrambled egg half-forgotten as you tried to wrestle your field notebook into the front pocket of your backpack. The zipper caught—again—and you cursed under your breath, juggling between tugging it loose, checking the time, and trying not to spill the instant coffee you hadn’t even touched yet.
“Shit,” you muttered, toeing your hiking boots on at the same time.
Across the room, Jungkook had been quietly slipping sunscreen into his own pack, but the way his eyes flicked up told you he’d been watching you struggle for a while now.
“Hey,” he said, already moving toward you before you could huff your next breath. “I can do this while you eat.”
You looked up at him, egg still stuck between your teeth, brow furrowed.
“Seriously,” he said, reaching for your pack and sliding it effortlessly away from your lap. “Don’t worry. They can’t leave us. We’re the two most promising young minds in this entire doomed trip.”
He was grinning. A soft, crooked grin that barely hid how much he liked helping you.
You let out a breath—sharp, surprised, grateful—and slumped back into the chair like you hadn’t realized how tense you’d been until he said something.
He chuckled at the way your body deflated, like a balloon finally allowed to let go of all its panic. “There she is,” he murmured. “Breathing again.”
You mumbled a sarcastic thank you through a mouthful of cold toast, and he only laughed harder, crouched by your bag, hands moving with the kind of quiet precision you always admired in him. Still barefoot, hair a mess, sleeves pushed up. Still calm, even when you were a storm.
You watched him for a second too long before returning to your breakfast. Something in your chest shifted.
You popped the last bite of toast into your mouth, chewing slowly as you reached for your belt and clipped it around your waist. It took a second for your fingers to work—still stiff with leftover adrenaline from the morning rush—but you managed to fasten it snug over your shorts.
“Can you double-check my pack?” you asked, mouth half full, motioning toward the backpack Jungkook had just finished organizing. “Make sure I didn’t forget anything? I always forget something.”
He didn’t answer right away. Just gave you a look over his shoulder—brows raised, amused—and walked his fingers over the zipper before unfastening it again.
“You mean like how you almost left your GPS on the nightstand?” he teased, pulling the small black device from the front pocket and holding it up between two fingers.
You rolled your eyes and reached for it, but he pulled it just out of reach with a grin. “Tsk. And you call yourself an organized person.”
You narrowed your eyes at him. “I am organized.”
“Sure,” he said, not bothering to hide his smirk as he tucked the GPS safely into the correct side compartment. “Organized chaos, maybe.”
You muttered something under your breath, but he was already half-laughing to himself as he moved on. He checked the specimen jars, your field knife, the small notebook you’d marked up with the region’s insect life. His fingers lingered briefly on a folded-up poncho and the extra batteries you always insisted on carrying.
“Looks good,” he finally said, zipping it back up and standing. “Prepared for all six plagues of Belize.”
You slung the pack over your shoulder with a grateful sigh and adjusted the strap. “Thanks, Jungkook.”
His eyes softened. “You’d do it for me.”
You didn’t say anything—just gave a small nod and a half-smile, one he returned with quiet sincerity. The air between you held something steady now. Unspoken, but beginning to feel inevitable.
Eight students total were selected for the field study. Four rooms, four pairs. Naturally, everyone was grouped off with their roommates for the first day’s assignment—which meant you were with Jungkook.
The two of you had been assigned the northeastern quadrant of the reserve, where the jungle grew denser and the canopy darker. You were barely fifteen minutes in before the mosquitoes had declared war and the trail had all but vanished beneath the thick undergrowth.
“The Pepsis grossa—tarantula hawk wasp—is usually found around decaying logs and near ceiba trees,” you said, squinting down at the coordinates on the field map in your hands. “So if we head northeast—”
“We should be heading east,” Jungkook interrupted, brushing past you. “The terrain flattens out faster that way. We’ll get a better survey sample.”
You blinked. “East takes us away from the rotting wood clusters,” you said, trying to keep your voice even. “It doesn’t match the pattern from last year’s reports.”
“Yeah, but those reports were done in the dry season. This is wet season,” Jungkook shot back. “Everything shifts. Trust me.”
You held your breath, counting to three in your head. “I do trust you,” you said calmly. “I’m just saying we should follow the data before gut instinct.”
He huffed, adjusting his backpack. “You always have to be the one leading, huh?”
That stung more than you wanted to admit.
Instead of replying, you stepped ahead and veered slightly off the trail toward a shaded patch of overgrowth. The silence stretched until it started to feel like static in your ears. You pulled the sunscreen bottle from your pack and held it up without looking at him.
“Can you get my back? I forgot to reapply.”
He hesitated for a moment, then took the bottle wordlessly. His fingers were gentle as they brushed across your shoulders, the cold lotion a sharp contrast to the oppressive heat. His touch was soft—softer than you expected, slow and deliberate, like he wasn’t just spreading sunscreen but… studying you.
You leaned slightly into it, breaking the tension with a half-smile. “You’ve got surprisingly delicate hands. You sure you didn’t pick the wrong field? Could’ve been a masseuse.”
He chuckled under his breath. “Please. I know my way around a woman’s body.”
You tensed, the air snapping back into discomfort. The joke sat there, loud and stupid and heavy between you.
You cleared your throat and took a quick step forward. “Right. GPS,” you muttered, digging through your belt pouch in a panic. Your fingers searched through tangled cords and folded paper, but it wasn’t there. “Shit.”
“What’s wrong?” he asked, already pulling off his backpack.
“My GPS unit’s gone. It was clipped to my belt this morning—I swear—”
“I’ve got mine,” he said, tugging it out, only to press the button and stare at the blank screen. “Dead. Battery’s toast.”
You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to breathe. “Okay. It’s fine. Compass. We’ll use—” But as you turned to him, he was already tearing through the front pocket of his pack. His hands stilled.
“It’s not here,” he said.
You blinked at him. “You didn’t bring your compass?”
“I did,” he said, jaw tightening. “It must’ve fallen out.”
“That’s two navigational tools you didn’t check before leaving,” you snapped, voice rising before you could stop it. “God, Jungkook, do you even care that this isn’t just some day hike? This is research. This is my grade too.”
He straightened up, bristling. “Don’t talk to me like I’m some idiot. I packed last minute because someone took the bathroom for forty minutes.”
You scoffed. “You’re blaming your missing compass on my shower?”
“I’m saying maybe if you didn’t spend all your time trying to prove you’re the smartest person in the room, we’d be working together.”
That was the last thread.
“Oh my god,” you muttered, stepping away from him, hands on your hips as you stared at the thick canopy overhead like it could somehow cool the rage prickling under your skin. “You’re unbelievable.”
Jungkook stood there, silent for a moment, his face unreadable.
You didn’t even want to look at him. Not when your skin still tingled where his hands had been. Not when your chest ached like the disappointment had sunk into your ribs.
The silence stretched so long it made your ears ring. The thick, wet heat clung to your skin, and for a moment, all you could hear was the low hum of cicadas and the dull thudding of your pulse behind your ears.
You inhaled deeply, your breath catching slightly in your chest as you unscrewed the cap of your water bottle. Don’t snap. Don’t cry. Don’t let him see it. You drank, slow and measured, the lukewarm water doing nothing to soothe the burning in your throat. You were aware of how much was left—three swallows, maybe four. You capped it again and nodded to yourself.
“We’ll figure this out,” you said tightly, trying to summon calm with the words. You didn’t look at him. You couldn’t. “We just need to head downhill. Running water means trail markers. Civilization.”
Jungkook said nothing at first. You could feel him watching you, though. Like he wanted to say something and didn’t know how to start. Your heart thudded painfully in your chest. The tension hadn’t gone away—it just changed shape, curdled into something heavier.
You adjusted your bag, eyes scanning the patch of sky above the canopy, gauging direction by the sun.
“You’re mad,” he finally said, voice low.
You laughed, humorless. “Yeah. I am.”
A beat.
“I didn’t mean to mess things up,” he said quietly. “I know I’ve been... difficult.”
You turned slowly, your eyes locking on his for the first time since you’d raised your voice. He looked almost sheepish, like the fight had knocked something loose in him. And it made your throat ache even more.
“We’ll figure it out,” you repeated—this time softer, like a promise. You didn’t know if you meant the navigation or everything else. Maybe both.
“I just don’t understand how this happened,” you muttered, voice tinged with fatigue and frustration. “We both double-checked our packs. I watched you check mine.”
Jungkook didn’t argue. He looked like he wanted to, like there was a defense half-formed on his tongue, but it died under the weight of your exhaustion. You sighed and crouched, elbows braced on your knees, head falling between them. The pressure in your skull eased just slightly like that, grounded by the dirt, by the air, by the rising sound of the jungle around you.
You stayed like that for a few moments—long enough for the shame of snapping at him to dull. Long enough for the fear to set in properly, simmering beneath the surface like a slow boil. But then…
“Okay,” Jungkook said, gently. “Let’s just… start walking. That ridge we passed might be west. And if we follow the slope, we’ll hit the trail eventually.”
You nodded without a word and stood, brushing the backs of your thighs and tightening the straps on your backpack. He offered you a look that felt like truce—exhausted but quietly open. And you didn’t say anything. Just started walking beside him, deeper into the green.
You weren’t sure if you were headed in the right direction. Maybe it was luck. Maybe it wasn’t. But the fact that you were together made the whole thing just a little less terrifying.
After a while, your breathing evened out. The panic began to dull, replaced by something more manageable. You looked around the jungle, at the buzzing canopy above and the earth beneath your boots, and suddenly, the silence was too loud again.
“I was eight,” you said suddenly, not even realizing you were speaking until Jungkook glanced sideways at you. “The day I decided to study bugs.”
He blinked. “Yeah?”
You nodded. “We were on a camping trip. My dad caught me screaming over this beetle on my sleeping bag. It was huge—I mean massive. Orange and black. I cried like a baby. But he just picked it up and let it crawl on his hand. Told me it couldn’t hurt me, and it was just... exploring.”
Jungkook made a soft sound. “Your dad sounds cool.”
You smiled faintly, still watching the dirt path. “He was. He told me that being afraid of little things would make the big things scarier. So I held the beetle. It tickled. Didn’t cry after that.”
There was a beat of silence, warm and quiet.
“Guess that explains why you didn’t flinch when that tarantula crawled onto your leg last week,” Jungkook muttered.
You laughed, soft and genuine this time. “I flinched. I just flinched internally.”
He grinned. “You’re the only person I know who would rather be lost in the jungle than in a room full of people.”
You met his eyes briefly and gave a half-shrug. “People are harder to read than bugs.”
Jungkook hummed at that. He didn’t argue. Just walked a little closer to you—close enough that your shoulders brushed now and then. The tension hadn’t vanished completely, but it had shifted again—into something quieter, a little heavier, and a lot harder to ignore.
The jungle felt endless—green stacked on green, the canopy dripping with filtered sunlight. You pushed aside another low branch, sweat beading at your hairline, and tried to ignore how your shirt clung damp to your skin.
“Hold on,” Jungkook said suddenly, catching your wrist before you walked straight into a patch of thorns. His grip was firm, almost protective, and when you glanced back at him, his eyes darted away like he hadn’t meant to touch you for that long.
“Thanks,” you murmured, pulling free gently.
Little things like that kept happening—his palm at the small of your back as you crossed a slippery patch, the way his shoulder brushed yours when the trail narrowed, how he offered you his canteen before even thinking about drinking from it himself. You tried not to read into it, but each moment left your stomach tighter, your breath a little shallower.
A flash of movement on the bark of a massive ceiba tree—bold orange streaks patterned against black. Your pulse jumped.
“Jungkook, look!” you whispered, dropping to your knees with practiced ease. It was a Harlequin Beetle, rare to see in the open during the day. Its body was striking, almost painted, and the male’s impossibly long forelegs looked like something out of science fiction.
Both of you crouched, shoulders pressed together, as you carefully guided the beetle into a specimen vial. His breath was hot against your cheek as he leaned closer to get a better look, and you had to force yourself to focus on the insect instead of the way his thigh pressed into yours.
“Damn,” Jungkook breathed. “This is—this is huge. Everyone else is going to lose their minds.”
You smiled, proud. “We’re definitely ahead now.”
But then his shoulders dropped, like some part of him gave in. He let out a slow breath, eyes flicking to the canopy above. “You know why I started studying bugs?”
The question caught you off guard. You shook your head. “No. You never told me.”
He gave a small, humorless laugh. “Most people think it’s because I liked catching them as a kid. Which… yeah, I did. But the truth is—” He stopped, chewing his lip before continuing. “I just liked how small they were. How overlooked. I felt like that most of my life, you know? Quiet. Easy to ignore. Bugs don’t need to be loud or obvious to matter. They just… do what they’re meant to. And half the time, they’re more important than the things people actually notice.”
Your chest tightened at the honesty in his tone. Jungkook rarely said things like this, and when he did, it was always sideways, half-hidden under a joke. But not now. Now he looked almost raw, his fingers worrying at the strap of his pack.
“I thought maybe if I studied them,” he added softly, “I could figure out where I belonged too.”
For a long moment, you just watched him—his lowered lashes, the set of his mouth, the vulnerability he probably wished he could stuff back down.
For a long moment, you just watched him—his lowered lashes, the set of his mouth, the vulnerability he probably wished he could stuff back down.
“Jungkook,” you said quietly, “you belong more than you think.”
His eyes lifted, catching yours, and for a heartbeat the jungle went silent around you.
Then, almost abruptly, he stood. He cleared his throat, brushing the dirt from his hands like he could shake off the weight of what he’d just said. Without meeting your gaze, he nodded toward your pack.
“Let’s, uh—let’s get that beetle stored properly before it overheats,” he muttered. “We should keep moving if we want to make it back before dark.”
You watched as he carefully secured the vial inside his specimen case, movements precise, almost reverent. He lingered for just a second too long before slinging his pack onto his shoulders again.
When he finally glanced down at you, his face was composed, but there was still a shadow of the boy who’d confessed more than he probably meant to.
“Ready?” he asked.
You swallowed, nodded, and rose to your feet. “Yeah. Let’s go.”
So you fell into step again, the unspoken words trailing behind you like a third presence in the humid air.
You’d barely walked another half hour before voices broke through the dense hum of cicadas. Relief hit like cool water when two figures emerged from the foliage—classmates from the trip, both balancing specimen nets and field packs.
“Along the water, maybe?” one said to the other before spotting the two of you looking drained and defeated.
The decision was immediate—you and Jungkook fell in with them, the four of you moving together along the winding path. They had their compasses, their maps, their calm sense of direction. And neither of you was ready to head back to the hotel empty-handed, so it worked out to stick with them for now.
Jungkook ended up walking ahead with Marisol, their voices low as they compared notes on habitat zones. You hung back with the other girl, Eliza, who wasn’t so much interested in insects as she was in people.
“So,” she said, nudging your arm as you carefully avoided a tangle of vines. “What happened? Why were you two wandering off-track like that?”
You hesitated, tightening your grip on your pack straps. “Our GPS glitched, then the compass went missing. Total disaster. But we’re fine now.”
“Mm,” she hummed, not sounding particularly convinced. Then she gave you a sly sideways look. “What about the weird tension?”
You blinked. “What tension?”
Her grin widened. “The way he looks at you. The way you look back. Have you two hooked up yet?”
You nearly tripped over a root. Heat rushed to your face so fast it made you dizzy. “Wh—no! What? That’s… no.”
But the question echoed in your own mind, loud and unsettling. Had you? No. Did you want to?
The thought alone made your stomach flip. You and Jungkook had known each other long enough to be natural together, sure. Perfect in some ways, even. But also messy, complicated, a contradiction that made no sense when you tried to name it.
Still, Eliza’s knowing smirk lingered in your periphery, and you hated how badly it rattled you.
Eliza’s smirk didn’t fade, even after you stammered out your denial. She just hummed like she already knew better and skipped a step ahead, leaving you scrambling to collect your thoughts.
A twig cracked ahead of you. When you looked up, Jungkook’s shoulders were tense, head tilted just slightly—like he’d caught the last few words. Your stomach dropped, but he didn’t turn around. Didn’t say a thing. Just kept pace with Marisol, voice low as they discussed soil composition.
You swallowed hard, pretending you hadn’t noticed.
The four of you fell into work not long after, the chatter shifting toward more practical things. Marisol was quick to point out specimens you’d missed earlier—leafcutter ants carving highways through the underbrush, a flash of blue when a morpho butterfly darted past. Jungkook’s excitement lit up every time he got close enough to document something, his laugh carrying through the trees when a grasshopper nearly leapt onto his face.
With their help, your packs slowly began to fill with pinned finds and careful samples. Eliza was surprisingly good at spotting movement in the brush, and Marisol’s steady hand with the nets kept you from fumbling every catch. It was easier to breathe when you were all crouched together, comparing notes, wiping sweat from your brows.
For a while, it was almost like the earlier tension had evaporated into the humid air. Almost.
Every now and then, you caught Jungkook glancing over his shoulder—not at the trees, not at the undergrowth. At you. And each time, your pulse jumped, your mind circling back to Eliza’s question like a moth to a flame.
By the time the four of you made it back to the hotel, the sun had already dipped low, painting the walls of the lobby with heavy shadows. Sweat still clung to the back of your neck, the straps of your pack digging deep, but relief made your limbs feel lighter.
Eliza and Marisol waved their goodbyes at the elevators, peeling off toward their room with promises to compare notes after dinner. That left just you and Jungkook, the silence between you still thick enough to taste.
The hallway stretched ahead, carpet muffling your footsteps. You tried not to fidget with the strap of your bag, tried not to glance at him out of the corner of your eye, but the tension was there—an electric hum between two magnets too stubborn to either pull close or push away.
And then you saw it.
Right outside your door, sitting neat as anything, was your GPS.
You stopped dead, staring down at the small device like it was mocking you. Jungkook nearly ran into you before following your gaze. For a second the two of you just blinked at it—then laughter burst out of both your chests, sharp and unrestrained, the kind that came when you’d been wound too tight for too long.
“Unbelievable,” you managed, doubling over with your pack still on. “All that panic—”
“—and it was right here the whole time.” Jungkook shook his head, grinning so hard his dimple showed.
Still chuckling, you swiped the GPS off the floor, unlocked the door, and pushed inside. The cool air of the room swept over you, tugging the tension down another notch—until your eyes landed on the small silver circle resting on the carpet near the foot of the bed.
Your compass.
Exactly where you’d struggled with your shoes this morning.
Jungkook spotted it the same moment you did, his grin faltering into something softer, sheepish. You let out a groan, covering your face with both hands.
“We’re idiots,” you muttered.
“Yeah,” he admitted quietly, though there was a hint of laughter still in his voice. “But at least we’re idiots together.”
And just like that, the tension shifted—still there, but less like a storm waiting to break and more like a spark hovering in the air, waiting for the right moment to catch.
You dropped your pack by the desk and crouched to unzip it, already sorting through notebooks, specimen jars, and your still half-eaten breakfast tucked into a napkin. “I’ll start unpacking,” you said, waving vaguely toward the bathroom. “You should shower first before you collapse.”
Jungkook slung his bag onto the other bed, tugging out a clean shirt and sweatpants. He gave you a tired grin, eyes rimmed red from the sun and hours of focus. “Deal. But only if you promise not to eat my share of the snacks while I’m in there.”
You huffed a laugh, pulling out one of your field notebooks. “No promises.”
As he gathered his things, you both fell into the kind of easy conversation that came when neither of you had the energy to think too hard.
“So… dinner downstairs? The hotel restaurant probably has more options than room service,” you suggested, trying to sound chipper even as your jaw cracked with a yawn.
He paused, clutching his towel over his shoulder. “Actually, I saw this cool little place a few streets over yesterday, when we were driving in. Looked local—authentic. Could be worth checking out.”
You groaned, letting your head drop forward into your hands. “Wait, don’t we have to go to the bank to convert more money first?”
Jungkook tilted his head, already halfway toward the bathroom. “Yeah… probably.”
There was a long, tired pause. You let out a sigh that carried the weight of the entire jungle, the sweat, the panic over the GPS. “You know what? Forget it. I don’t have the energy to find a bank, or walk three streets, or smile politely at strangers while I fumble with cash. I’m literally too tired to talk to anyone.”
Your voice cracked into a laugh at the end, tired and resigned all at once. Jungkook’s chuckle answered from across the room, soft and warm.
“Room service it is. I don’t mind a boring dinner on the first night,” he said, disappearing into the bathroom. “Wake me up if I fall asleep in the shower.”
You snorted, shaking your head as the door clicked shut behind him, the sound of running water filling the room.
By the time you’d finished unpacking, Jungkook had claimed the bathroom. The sound of water against tile carried through the walls, and every now and then you caught yourself glancing toward the door, imagining the steam building up inside. You shook it off, tucking your last specimen jar onto the desk and stretching out your arms until your shoulders popped.
A few minutes later, the door swung open with a hiss of steam. Jungkook stepped out, shirtless, skin still damp and catching the lamplight. His hair clung in dark strands against his forehead, and his face was hidden beneath a smooth, glossy sheet mask.
“Your turn,” he said, padding barefoot across the carpet. His voice was muffled by the mask, playful but casual, as though this wasn’t the most disarming sight you’d ever witnessed. In his hand, he held out another packet. “I brought extras. Wanna do one too?”
You blinked at him. Once. Twice. Then, forcing your throat to cooperate, you managed, “Uh—yeah. Sure.” The word snagged in your mouth, your stutter obvious even to your own ears. You took the packet quickly, nodding like it was no big deal, before retreating into the bathroom with your shower bag.
The hot water did little to quiet the buzz in your chest.
When you came back out, hair damp and your own mask cooling your skin, Jungkook was already sitting cross-legged on one of the beds. He patted the empty space in front of him, where he’d spread the dinner menu out like it was a deck of cards.
“Come on. Help me decide before I just give up and order three desserts,” he teased, his words peeking out from under the sheet mask.
You settled down opposite him, crossing your legs so your knees brushed against the edge of the menu. Together you leaned forward, reading through the list of options.
“Okay, so… chicken sandwich?” you said, tapping it with your finger. “Kinda basic. But maybe basic is good—it might feel a little less like we’re a million miles away from home.”
“Or…” Jungkook tapped at the pasta, eyes crinkling in mischief beneath the mask, “we embrace the chaos and pretend hotel spaghetti counts as an authentic cultural experience.”
You snorted. “Pretty sure that’s the opposite of authentic.”
The banter settled into something light, easy. A rhythm you didn’t have to think about, even though you were hyper-aware of how close you sat to him, of the faint eucalyptus scent wafting from his mask.
When the timer on his phone chimed, you both reached up at the same time, peeling the masks from your faces in unison.
“Wow,” you sighed, pressing your fingertips into your cheeks. “That felt amazing. My skin hasn’t breathed like this since we got here.”
“Told you,” he said proudly, wadding the used mask into a napkin. “This brand is legit. My skin would’ve mutinied by now without it.” He tilted his head, studying your face with an intensity that made your pulse skip. “Looks good on you.”
You ducked your gaze quickly, pretending to re-read the menu. “Yeah, well… good on both of us.”
The moment lingered, warm and quiet, before he finally picked up the hotel phone. “Alright,” he said, voice casual, but softer than before. “Let’s make it official. Room service for two.”
His knuckles brushed the edge of the menu while he dialed, and you found yourself watching him—watching the curve of his mouth, the damp shine of his hair, the casual way he made the mundane suddenly feel like something more.
Dinner arrived on a rolling tray, the knock at the door startling you both out of the haze you’d slipped into while waiting. Jungkook carried the plates to the bed, and you settled onto the floor beside him, your plate balanced on the edge of the mattress.
It felt strangely natural—him above, you below, both leaning toward the food and toward each other. Your voices fell soft in the small space, the kind of hush reserved for the quiet hours of night.
“So,” you said between bites, “what made you decide to study insects anyway? I know why you love them but why are you making them your life? Was it the thrill of watching tiny creatures crawl around, or…?”
He smirked, chewing thoughtfully before answering. “Nah. I always liked being outside. I hated sitting still as a kid. Bugs were just… everywhere. And no one else wanted to look at them for long, so I got to feel like I was discovering something.”
You grinned, nodding. “That makes sense. I was the opposite. I was the kid with thick glasses, reading bug encyclopedias instead of going outside. Total nerd.”
He chuckled, tilting his plate toward you. “A nerd who still beat me for the top spot in class.”
“Barely,” you shot back, playful but sheepish. Then, after a pause, you added quietly, “I was bullied a lot for it. For being too curious. Too different. Studying bugs didn’t exactly earn me popularity points.”
Something in Jungkook’s face softened. He leaned down, fork spearing a bite from his plate and holding it out toward you. “Guess the nerds win in the end.”
You rolled your eyes, but leaned forward, letting him feed you. The taste of his dish lingered sweet and tangy on your tongue. Without thinking, you cut a piece from your own plate and offered it up to him. His lips brushed the fork, and for one too-long second, you were caught watching them.
The conversation drifted, the food dwindled, until Jungkook leaned back against the headboard with a little sigh. “You know what’s funny?” he said, voice almost hesitant. “I was popular in school. Always had people around me. But I never dated anyone.”
Your brows lifted. “Never?”
He shook his head. “Didn’t feel right. Didn’t want to… waste time on something that didn’t mean anything.”
You swallowed, the words settling heavy in your chest. “That’s the opposite of me. I dated, but… only assholes. Like I was trying to prove I deserved worse than I wanted.”
Dinner was nearly done, plates balanced carelessly on the edge of the bed between you. You were picking at the last few bites of rice when Jungkook’s voice cut in, low and curious.
“Hey—don’t move.”
Your fork froze midair. “What?”
He tilted his chin, eyes glinting with something between mischief and fascination. “Spider. Right here.” He angled his shoulder toward you, where a tiny spider had spun down on a thread, dangling just above his collarbone.
You leaned closer automatically, the scientist in you sparking. “That’s… actually a Salticidae. Jumping spider,” you murmured, surprised at how steady your voice sounded when your heart was suddenly beating so fast.
“Cute little thing, huh?” Jungkook’s smile tugged at one corner of his mouth as he held still, watching the spider inch closer to his jaw. “Almost looks like it’s inspecting me.”
You laughed under your breath, crawling onto your knees to get a better look. The bed dipped as you placed a hand on the mattress for balance, your face now just inches from his. “Don’t flatter yourself. It’s not impressed.”
He smirked. “Neither are you, apparently.”
You ignored that, focusing instead on gently coaxing the spider onto your fingertip before letting it crawl down to the carpet, free to wander.
When you looked back up, Jungkook’s eyes were already waiting for you. Close. Too close.
The air shifted—still, charged. His smirk softened, and in the quiet, you realized you were hovering over him, your knees pressed into the mattress, your body angled toward his.
Neither of you said a word.
Slowly, drawn as if by gravity, you crawled higher, your palms pressing into the sheets on either side of his thighs. His breath mingled with yours, warm and steady, and then you were kissing him—tentative at first, lips brushing lips, before he leaned up into you.
His hands found your waist, then slid beneath your shirt, fingers gliding against your bare back with a kind of reverence. The touch made you shiver, your body pressing closer as you shifted fully into his lap, straddling him.
The kiss deepened, slow and molten, the taste of him still laced with the faint salt of dinner, the scent of soap lingering from his shower. Your chest brushed against his as he tilted his head, guiding you into something hungrier, something that had clearly been waiting to break loose.
When you finally pulled back, foreheads pressed together, you were both breathing hard, the forgotten plates cooling on the floor. His thumbs traced the dip of your spine as though he needed the anchor, as though letting go of you wasn’t an option.
His thumb lingered at the corner of your mouth, tracing the shape of your lip as though memorizing it. Both of you were still breathing hard, lungs trying to catch up with the heat that had overtaken the room. You stared into his eyes, searching, but his gaze refused to leave your lips—dark, intent, as if he couldn’t look anywhere else.
Slowly, he pressed his thumb past your parted lips, the pad resting on your tongue. You froze for only a heartbeat, instinct taking over as your mouth closed around him. The faint taste of salt, the warmth of his skin, made the moment headier than you expected. His breath hitched, shallow and ragged, chest rising against yours as your tongue brushed against his fingertip.
“Fuck…” he muttered under his breath, low and broken, his lips curving like he couldn’t believe you were doing this. He pulled his thumb free just enough to drag it across your bottom lip, smearing spit along the curve before pushing it back in, slower this time, watching the way your mouth yielded to him.
You sucked without thinking, cheeks hollowing, eyes locked on his. The air between you thickened until it felt impossible to breathe. He finally tugged his thumb free, glistening, and dragged it down your chin before curling his hand around the back of your neck.
“Come here,” he whispered, voice husky, tugging you back into another kiss.
This one wasn’t tentative—it was urgent, mouths crashing, teeth clashing, tongues sliding hot and messy. You clutched at his shoulders as his hands slid up your bare back again, palms flat, keeping you pressed tight against him while your hips ground down against his lap.
The kiss deepened until you forgot about the food cooling on the floor, the soft clatter of plates barely registering when your hand slipped and knocked one askew. All that existed was him—his mouth, hot and insistent against yours, his hands sliding over every inch of your skin like he couldn’t decide where he wanted to touch first.
Your knees pressed tighter into the mattress as you shifted higher in his lap, straddling him fully, chest to chest. His breath shuddered when you rolled your hips, the hard press of him beneath his sweats undeniable now. He broke from your mouth just long enough to groan, forehead pressed to yours, lips dragging over the edge of your jaw as though he needed to taste more.
Your hands fisted in the back of his shirt, tugging at the fabric until you felt the heat of his skin underneath. He laughed—quiet, strangled—when you mouthed at the line of his throat, his fingers gripping your hips tighter, urging you to move again.
“Fuck—” he hissed when you did, slow and deliberate, dragging your core against him. His grip shifted, one hand cupping the back of your neck again, the other skimming up under your shirt to trace the line of your spine.
When your kisses softened—gentle brushes over his lips like you were savoring him—he pulled back just enough to look at you. His eyes were dark, blown wide, his voice a low rasp as he muttered, “You don’t have to be so gentle with me.”
The words sent a shiver racing down your spine. Before you could respond, he tugged you back in, teeth grazing your bottom lip, biting just enough to sting before soothing the spot with his tongue. His hands slid down to grab at your ass, pulling you harder against him, making the friction sharper, dirtier.
You gasped into his mouth, nails digging into his shoulders now, body instinctively pressing closer, chasing more. The kiss turned messy again, desperate, both of you breathing hard into each other’s mouths as if air only existed between your lips.
Your gasp dissolved into another kiss when he tugged you down harder against him, rolling his hips up at the same time. The friction was maddening—your thin shorts dragging against the hard line of him under his sweats. Both of you groaned into each other’s mouths at the same time, the sound desperate, needy.
You broke away for air, panting, forehead pressed to his as your hips found a rhythm against him. His hands guided you, big palms on your waist sliding lower to grip the curve of your ass, fingers digging in just enough to make you whimper.
“Like that,” he muttered, jaw tight, his head tipping back when you rocked down harder. The muscles in his neck strained, and for a moment you couldn’t help but kiss along his throat, tasting the salt of his skin, feeling his pulse race under your lips.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” you breathed, words tumbling out before you could catch them. His answering groan was guttural, his hips jerking up into you with more force.
The slow drag turned messy, frantic—your body chasing relief, his meeting you with the same urgency. The air was thick with the sound of your breathing, your muffled moans breaking every time his cock pressed perfectly against you through the layers of fabric.
He caught your mouth again, messy and wet, tongue tangling with yours while his grip on you tightened. Each grind had you clinging to him harder, your nails raking down his back, your body shuddering with the building heat in your core.
“Don’t stop,” he rasped against your lips, voice breaking with need. His thighs shifted beneath you, bracing, giving you more leverage, urging you to move faster.
You buried your face in his shoulder, biting back a cry as you rode him, every rock of your hips sending sparks through your body. His chest heaved against yours, his hands practically holding you in place as he thrust up to meet you, every movement sharper, hungrier.
The world blurred—just sweat, heat, the press of his body and the dizzy rush of pleasure coiling tighter, tighter—
Your rhythm turned frantic, sloppy, every drag of his cock against your soaked shorts pushing you closer to the edge. He met you thrust for thrust, hips snapping up into yours like he couldn’t get enough, the fabric between you nothing but torture now.
“Jungkook—” you gasped, nails biting into his shoulders, head thrown back as the tension in your belly threatened to snap.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he groaned, voice thick, his head burying against your neck. His teeth grazed your skin as his hips bucked up harder, faster. “Don’t hold back—fuck—just let go for me.”
The words wrecked you. You ground down harder, your thighs trembling as the pressure exploded, your orgasm tearing through you. A sharp cry left your throat as your body convulsed against him, clinging desperately to his slick skin.
He cursed low, broken, shoving up into you as he came undone, rutting through his release with his jaw slack and eyes squeezed shut. His grip bruised at your waist as he held you flush against him, riding out every desperate grind until his body finally stilled under yours.
For a long moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of your ragged breathing, your foreheads pressed together, both of you trembling and dazed.
Then his voice came soft, almost reverent, brushing against your lips.
“You’re incredible,” he whispered, thumb stroking your cheek. His tone was hoarse but steady, like he meant every syllable. “So fucking perfect. You feel so good… you make me feel so good.”
His eyes searched yours, tender despite the sweat and the mess, his words breaking through the haze and sinking into you like a vow.
You slumped against him, chest still heaving, the sticky warmth between you both proof of what just happened. The reality of it washed over you all at once and you found yourself murmuring, “That was… impulsive.”
Jungkook tilted his head, dark eyes on you, thumb tracing lazy circles along your back. “Maybe,” he admitted softly, “but don’t act like I imagined this.”
You blinked up at him, confused, until he gave a tiny, almost guilty smile.
“I overheard you with Eliza earlier,” he said, voice quiet, almost tentative. “When she asked if we’d hooked up yet. The way you froze? The way you couldn’t answer?” His hand moved up, brushing your hair back gently. “I knew I wasn’t the only one feeling it.”
Your lips parted, embarrassment flooding your face, but he didn’t give you the chance to spiral.
“And I’ve been wondering all day if the tension was just in my head.” His thumb brushed the corner of your mouth, tender. “Guess I got my answer.”
You swallowed hard, shifting slightly in his lap, still clinging to a last thread of hesitation. “But what if this makes the rest of the trip awkward?” you whispered.
He huffed a laugh through his nose, leaning his forehead against yours. “The shared bed is awfully convenient, don’t you think?” His lips quirked, teasing but still warm. “Only took us a day.”
That dragged a reluctant laugh from you, soft and quiet. You hadn’t even realized his fingers had found their way into your hair until the gentle tug of them made you lean closer, melting under his touch.
“Hey,” he murmured, eyes soft but steady, voice dipping into something so sure it made your stomach flip. “You don’t have to overthink this. We’re okay. I want this—want you. Nothing’s gonna change that.”
And somehow, the reassurance landed perfectly, wrapping around you like safety itself.
You rest your forehead against his chest, breathing in his scent. It’s quiet apart from the hotel air humming low, and you imagine if you stayed in this moment forever, you almost could.
Then Jungkook shifts, clearing his throat. “I should probably, you know… change,” He teases lightly, voice thick with warmth. “Before this all… dries.” His tone was light, teasing. He straightens, carefully sliding you off his lap. You land on the bed softly, kneeling, watching him—skin still damp, hair dark and slick—from where you sit. He reaches for the bathroom door, pausing just inside the frame, turning back with a look that’s half playful, half something tender. Then he disappears behind the door.
He disappeared into the bathroom, door clicking shut behind him, and the second he was gone, you scrambled for your own bag. The adrenaline still buzzed in your body, but you worked quickly, tugging on an oversized tee and shorts, hesitating just long enough before deciding to leave your bra folded neatly at the bottom of your suitcase.
For the first time since arriving in Belize, your skin felt free, and more importantly—you didn’t feel the need to hide it from him anymore.
The days blurred together after that first night. Every morning started with the two of you brushing past each other in the cramped hotel bathroom, trying not to bump elbows while you traded turns at the sink. Every evening ended the same—plates on the floor, laughter filling the room, and the two of you pressed so close together in bed it was hard to tell where you ended and he began.
You went to the restaurant Jungkook had spotted, the whole group filling tables with food and chatter. Everyone swapped stories about their finds, specimens carefully catalogued, and laughed a little louder after a few drinks. You remember how his hand found yours under the table, how you didn’t pull away.
At night, though, that was yours and his time. Quiet dinners in your room, whispered jokes in the dark, limbs tangled under thin hotel sheets. It wasn’t just the intimacy—it was the comfort. The warmth.
By the time the trip wrapped, the bond felt unshakable.
At the airport bus, everyone dragged their luggage toward the waiting line, voices a little hoarse with exhaustion. Jungkook drifted off with the guys, their laughter echoing from the back of the group, while you found yourself shoulder to shoulder with Eliza.
“I can’t believe it’s already over,” she sighed.
You nodded. “Yeah. Honestly, I was so anxious the first night. Sharing a bed with Jungkook…” you trailed off, feeling your cheeks warm.
Eliza’s head snapped toward you. “Sharing a bed?” she repeated, her brows lifting.
You blinked, confused. “Yeah? We had one bed in our room.”
Her mouth dropped open, then she burst into laughter so sudden it made people turn around. “Y/N—what? We were all supposed to have separate beds!”
Your eyes widened, stomach dropping. “Wait, what?”
“Why didn’t you say anything?” she gasped through her laughter.
“I just thought everyone had to share beds!” you blurted, mortified, which only made her laugh harder, clutching her stomach.
The bus driver started calling for boarding, and you could still hear Eliza’s giggles echoing as you tried to process the realization.
When the two of you boarded, Jungkook slid into a window seat without hesitation, and you followed, settling beside him. The hum of the bus filled the silence, students already pulling out headphones or leaning against the glass. Jungkook slipped his arm around you like it was second nature, tugging you close until your side fit snug against his.
You hesitated, cheeks warming, before saying softly, “So, apparently… us only having one bed? That was a booking mistake.”
He turned to you, eyes wide for a split second before a grin spread across his face. His laugh rumbled low in his chest, shaking both of you. “A mistake, huh?”
You nodded, embarrassed. “Yeah. Eliza nearly cried laughing when I told her. I thought everyone had to share beds.”
He squeezed your shoulder gently, eyes still sparkling. “Well… I wouldn’t change it. Not one second. Worth every moment.”
The sincerity in his tone caught you off guard, heat crawling up your neck. You let out a small, nervous laugh, lowering your gaze to your hands. “You’re ridiculous.”
But your smile gave you away.
As the bus lurched into motion, the exhaustion of the past days finally caught up. You leaned into him, head resting against his chest, lulled by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. His hand smoothed over your arm, holding you close, safe. Protective.
By the time the highway stretched out behind you, your eyes had already slipped shut, sleep finding you in the warmth of his embrace.
To the ones who voted against my pole on the potential jungkookidol!xOCchoreographer! series….I hope you enjoy the teaser😏😉
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‘I’m Sure’ the series
Teaser
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Summary: When y/n, a young well-known dancer in America, is invited to work with BTS on both group and solo projects as their choreographer, she never expects her career to collide so deeply with her heart. What begins as late nights perfecting choreography and playful banter turns into quiet moments off-camera that blur the line between professionalism and something much more personal.
Their journey unfolds alongside BTS’s newest variety show, Are You Sure?!, where playful challenges and candid interviews reveal as much as they conceal. Between scripted games and unscripted moments, the show becomes the backdrop for y/n and Jungkook’s story, capturing not just the present, but also the threads of their backstory that brought them here.
As the years go on, y/n and Jungkook are pulled closer together through creative passion, jealousy, distance, and fate culminating in a choice that only they can make: are they truly sure about each other, no matter what the world might say?
Pairing: Main Romance: Jeon Jungkook (idol/bts member) × y/n (OC; choreographer/main dancer of BTS)
Supporting Dynamics: BTS members as friends, teammates, and comedic chaos on/off the variety show. HYBE staff and industry peers shaping the work/life conflict
Genre: Idol Variety Show (meta / show-within-a-show), Slow-Burn Romance, Strangers-to-friends, Friends-to-Lovers, workplace / Idol Industry Drama, Slice of Life & Found Family, Angst with Comfort, Humor & Playful Chaos
Warnings / Tags: age gap(6+years), idol industry stress & career pressure, Public vs. private relationship tension, Jealousy & possessiveness, Emotional vulnerability & intimacy, Occasional alcohol use/underage drinking, Eventual mature/sexual content (later chapters), Heavy focus on cameras vs. reality
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The morning air was sharp, the kind that clung to your lungs and made every breath sting. In the distance, the bus engine rumbled, its headlights cutting pale beams across the gravel. The world around them felt suspended, caught between goodbye and something unspoken.
Y/N’s hands stayed clenched deep in her coat pockets, but her eyes never left his. Jungkook stood a few steps away, uniform neat, jaw set, shoulders carrying more than the weight of the bag slung across them. For years, she had seen him on stage, in studios, across rehearsal floors, but never like this.
For once, there were no cameras. No staff waiting, no lenses peeking from the sidelines, no hidden microphones to capture what they said. Just the two of them.
Neither spoke at first. The silence pressed heavy, filled with things neither of them dared to put into words.
He stepped closer, the strap of his bag sliding against his shoulder. For a long moment, he only looked at her, something unspoken in his eyes, until finally, he broke the silence.
“Are you sure?”
His voice was low, raw, steady in a way that didn’t match the storm in his eyes.
The question cut through the air, simple yet impossibly loaded.
Her throat tightened, but she didn’t look away. She blinked once, twice, fighting to find her voice. She breathed in the cold, steadied herself, and let the truth rise.
“I’m sure.”
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IM SO EXCITED TO START THIS SERIES AHHHHH! I wanted to wait to post anything because I know I’m gonna take forever to have the first chapter come out BUT I COULDNT WAIT lol I want it to be perfect and I wanna have a good plan of how I really want this series to come out for you all to enjoy. The series has been stuck in my head forever and now I’m able to take advantage of writing it out and sharing it to you all. I hope you all will love it as much as I do. I also wanna make a note that there is going to be an AGE GAP(6+ years) between the OC and Jungkook and I will go more into detail on it when I send out the introduction of the story!
“The lands you were born in long stopped being homes of dragons. Once seen as gods until the humans turned on them. Poverty, war and famine is blamed on them, hatred and prejudices are thrown at them. The so-called Hunters were born out of the human necessity to annihilate anything which doesn’t fit their standards. The true blooded dragons left for better lands, while their half-blood offspring was left behind and persecuted. You were such an offspring. Born on a stormy, cold night, you were abandoned the moment you took your first breath. Jungkook was a Hunter hellbent on claiming your last breath. Unless, funny little destiny plays into his cards.”
Pairing: Monster Hunter!Jungkook x f. Dragonborn!Reader
Genre: Fantasy!AU, e2l!AU, Dark Romance, Angst, Hurt & Comfort, Smut, Fluff in later chapters
Disclaimer: This story contains fantasy racism (humans vs. dragons), very strong language and violence as well as heavy themes of non-con drugging and talks about death in childbirth. It also includes themes of loss & abandonment as well as mentions of violent sex crimes (not by Jungkook). The author does not endorse these actions. On a lighter note, it also includes consensual & very descriptive sexual scenes as well as genuine character development and soft fluff scenes as the story progresses. If you are sensitive to such topics, I advise you read with care. This is a work of fiction and does not correlate with any real-life people.
Wordcount: in progress | updated weekly on Wednesday 5pm CET
Summary: When you're dragged to an underground party by your best friend, the last thing you expect is to be thrown into a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven — especially not with Jeon Jungkook, the brooding, sharp-tongued heartbreaker with a reputation that precedes him. You barely know him. He barely looks at anyone. But behind that locked door, time slows down, sparks fly, and he's done for. You're sure he'll forget you. He does. But now he’s on a mission to figure out who “Closet Girl” is — and your friends are doing everything they can to mess with him while keeping your identity secret.
genre: University AU | strangers to lovers (sort of)
warnings: flirting, mild romantic tension, social anxiety, embarrassment, minor illness, playful pranks, friendly manipulation, study stress, mild language, sarcastic banter, JK being so whipped, slow-burn romance, light comedy/drama, no serious harm
WC: 18k words
a/n: tumblr wouldn’t let me post it unless I split it into two parts…t’was too long…enjoy
Campus is buzzing. Not the usual hum of sleep-deprived students dragging themselves to class, but the kind of chaotic energy that only comes around when the weekend stretches ahead, warm and wide open.
The quad is drenched in golden late-afternoon sunlight, and the air smells like grass, iced coffee, and the subtle hint of sweat from people pretending they aren’t trying to look hot in 85-degree heat.
You’re weaving between bodies, textbooks tucked under your arm, when it catches your eye: a bright neon flier taped to nearly every lamppost, tree, and bulletin board in sight.
SINS & SAINTS
BIGGEST PARTY OF THE SEMESTER — 10PM @ THE PIT
SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN GAME 🔥 DON’T BE LAME
Yanni snatches one off a pole as you pass. “This is the moment, ladies.”
You don’t even give the flyer a second glance. “What moment? The one where you both fail your ethics paper because you were too busy shotgunning White Claws in someone’s moldy basement?”
“Oh my god, relax,” Jenna says, laughing. “It’s not moldy. They fixed the leak in April.”
You roll your eyes but let yourself smile as the three of you walk along the sidewalk, the late sun casting long shadows across the pavement. Yanni and Jenna look like they just stepped out of an Urban Outfitters ad — crop tops, layered jewelry, and enough confidence to set fire to half the student population.
And then there’s you. Not quite invisible, but definitely more “background character” than “main event.”
“You know this party’s gonna be huge, right?” Yanni says, waving the flier like it’s a golden ticket. “Last year someone jumped off the roof into the kiddie pool.”
“And broke their collarbone,” you point out.
“Legendary,” Jenna says, smirking.
You snatch the flier from Yanni’s hand, skimming it again. “Why would anyone voluntarily go to something with a ‘Seven Minutes in Heaven’ game advertised like a feature? We’re adults.”
“Are we?” Yanni asks, eyes twinkling.
“Technically,” Jenna adds. “But also—imagine the chaos. What if someone pulls Jungkook’s name?”
Your heart does a completely unacceptable little stutter at that.
Jeon Jungkook.
Tattooed, mysterious, chronically late to lectures (if he shows up at all), and very much the guy every girl on campus either wants to date, make out with, or get over. He’s got a motorcycle. He barely talks. He shows up to parties, hooks up with girls, then disappears like smoke.
And he’s beautiful. Obviously.
You’re not immune. You’ve had a crush on him since last semester, when he walked into your shared Intro to Media class twenty minutes late, helmet under his arm, chewing gum like he wasn’t the reason every girl in the room forgot what the professor was saying.
But Jungkook is a walking red flag. A whole carnival of them. And you’re smarter than that.
At least, you pretend to be.
“Literally everyone wants him,” Jenna says, reading your mind. “Even the TA from psych. She was full-on blushing when he asked for an extension.”
“Not surprised,” Yanni mutters. “He has that look — like he’s good at everything and knows it.”
“He probably is,” you say before you can stop yourself, then immediately regret it.
Your friends both stare at you, smirking like sharks.
“Wait,” Jenna says slowly, “do you have a thing for Jungkook?”
“No.” You say it too quickly. “God, no. I mean—everyone does. But I’m not stupid.”
“Just stupid-adjacent,” Yanni teases.
“Shut up.”
Before they can press you further, a familiar voice cuts through the noise.
“Well, well, well. Look who we have here.”
You look up to see Park Jimin approaching, all sunshine and mischief, with Kim Taehyung sauntering behind him like he owns the sidewalk.
Jimin’s wearing a denim jacket over a mesh tank, and Taehyung’s got sunglasses on even though the sun’s nearly down. Between the two of them, they look like trouble you want to get into.
“Hey, ladies,” Jimin says, flashing a grin as he throws an arm over Yanni’s shoulders. “You’re coming to the party tonight, right?”
“Obviously,” Yanni replies, leaning into the attention.
“Can’t miss the annual disaster,” Jenna adds, high-fiving Taehyung like they’re in on some secret joke.
You cross your arms. “You guys seriously hyping up a party where people get locked in closets like it’s summer camp?”
“It’s not just any party,” Jimin says. “It’s The Pit. Sins & Saints theme. Black lights. Fake angel wings. Maybe some fake confessions.”
“Cages,” Taehyung adds casually, like that’s normal.
You blink. “Cages? What kind of party is this?”
“The fun kind,” Jimin winks. “You coming, Y/N?”
“I have an essay due.”
“So bring it with you. I’ll give you moral support while you drink tequila.”
“Tempting,” you say, deadpan. “But I actually want to pass this semester.”
Taehyung leans in, smirking. “Well, in case you change your mind… Jungkook’s gonna be there.”
There it is again. The name. The spark that lights your nerves like a match to gasoline.
You try to play it cool. “Why would that matter to me?”
Yanni coughs loudly. Jenna bites her lip to keep from laughing.
Jimin just grins, already turning away. “No reason. See you at ten.”
And with that, the two boys melt back into the crowd, leaving you with your friends, your unfinished essay, and the creeping sense that this night might not go according to plan.
The quad’s stretched out like a painting, glowing and slow, the heat bleeding off the pavement in soft waves. Everything’s dipped in gold — the trees, the brick buildings, even the stupid neon flyers plastered to every pole.
The bench — their bench — is right where it always is, half in shade, half in sun, like it can’t decide whether it wants to be chill or dramatic. Typical.
Jungkook drops down into his usual spot on the backrest, boots braced on the seat like he owns it. He probably does, at this point — nobody ever sits there unless one of them’s already claimed it.
Taehyung arrives next, flopping into the grass with a sigh so theatrical it could win awards.
“Dying,” he declares. “Melting. This is my final form.”
Jimin shows up with a popsicle he definitely didn’t pay for. “It’s like 85. You’re from Daegu, you’ve survived worse.”
“I have delicate lungs now,” Taehyung replies. “I’m an artist.”
“Your lung capacity’s fine, bro,” Jungkook says. “You were yelling at Rocket League until three.”
Taehyung scowls but doesn’t argue.
A group of girls walks by — upperclassmen, probably — and Jungkook doesn’t miss the way they glance over, not subtle at all. One of them straightens her hair in her reflection on a car window.
He ignores it. Sips his drink. Lets the sun warm his tattoos.
“Party’s gonna be insane tonight,” Jimin says through a mouthful of cherry ice. “Everyone’s going.”
“You say that like you’re not part of the chaos,” Jungkook mutters.
“I am the chaos.”
Jungkook smirks. “You’re five feet of glitter and bad decisions.”
“I’m five-nine,” Jimin says automatically.
“You’re lying.”
“Anyway,” Taehyung cuts in, flopping back so his head hits the grass with a dull thump, “I heard there’s gonna be like… cages. Real ones. Hanging from the ceiling.”
“Where the hell are they getting cages?” Jungkook asks.
“Probably the theater department,” Jimin says. “They owe me after I fixed their soundboard last semester.”
Jungkook makes a face. “You fixed it by slapping it until it stopped buzzing.”
“And it worked.”
They lapse into a comfortable silence for a bit — the kind only friends with a lot of shared damage can fall into. People keep walking past, all heading somewhere, all talking too loud, dressed like they're auditioning for the same indie film.
A guy on a skateboard nearly eats it trying to check his reflection in the library windows. A girl in a baby tee trips on absolutely nothing when she sees Jungkook watching her. Classic.
He doesn’t react. Barely blinks.
“You know,” Taehyung says, eyes still closed, “I was thinking about that Seven Minutes thing.”
“Oh god,” Jungkook mutters.
“No, listen. Imagine someone wild pulls your name. Like that girl who wears fangs and drinks blood out of a Hydro Flask.”
“She’s a performance artist,” Jimin corrects. “You’re so uncultured.”
“Imagine,” Taehyung continues, undeterred, “you walk into the closet and it’s just like—BAM. Straight-up vampire romance. Feral energy. No escape.”
“I’d rather die,” Jungkook says.
“Sounds like fear,” Jimin singsongs.
“It’s common sense,” Jungkook replies. “That game is high school energy. It's gonna be twenty minutes of giggling and some drunk dude falling through the door trying to kiss someone who already regrets being born.”
Jimin snorts. “Wow. Poetic.”
“Look, I’m going,” Jungkook says, “but I’m not doing closet games. Not my scene.”
“You say that,” Taehyung mutters, cracking one eye open, “but if someone hot pulls your name…”
Jungkook shrugs. “Then she’s unlucky.”
And he means it — mostly. It’s just that… parties like this always end the same. Music too loud, drinks too warm, somebody crying in the bathroom, somebody making bad decisions on a lawn chair.
He doesn’t know why he keeps showing up. Maybe he’s bored. Maybe it’s the thrill of it — the crash of noise, the lights, the way nothing matters for a few hours.
Or maybe it's that feeling.
The possibility.
The moment right before something happens — when everything is charged and uncertain, and the right glance could flip the night on its head.
He exhales, eyes flicking toward a passing group of students. One girl — vaguely familiar — walks by clutching a tote bag and a half-melted iced matcha. Her face jogs something in his brain. A lecture hall, maybe? Media Studies?
He thinks he remembers her — quiet. Always early. Never looked at him, not even when he showed up late and took the seat next to the plug.
But it’s gone in a blink. Just another girl. Just another day.
Taehyung claps his hands suddenly, breaking the silence.
“Alright, sluts. Waffle truck or convenience store noodles?”
“Why are those the only options?” Jimin asks.
“Because I’m a man of taste.”
They get up, stretching, moving like they’re already vibrating with pre-party adrenaline. Jungkook trails behind, helmet in one hand, unread messages buzzing in his pocket.
He doesn’t look back.
He doesn’t notice the girl from the quad still sitting under the tree, book open, eyes half-lifted just as he passes.
He doesn't know her name.
Not yet.
The Pit is already pulsing when you arrive.
Bass thumps under your feet before you even step inside — not just music, but vibration, like the building itself is alive and slightly pissed off. The air smells like tequila, cheap perfume, and those weird vanilla vapes everyone insists are “barely noticeable.” Spoiler: they are very noticeable.
You stop just inside the doorway, blinking.
The party is absolutely unhinged.
There are blacklights everywhere — mounted on the rafters, strung across the ceilings, probably duct-taped to questionable surfaces. Someone’s set up an old confessional booth near the far wall, graffitied and backlit in red. A girl in a rhinestone halo is taking selfies in front of it while a guy dressed as a fallen angel — shirt unbuttoned to nowhere — does a keg stand behind her.
Above it all, a massive banner reads:
SINS & SAINTS: ENTER IF YOU DARE.
...which feels both deeply dramatic and deeply accurate.
There are actual cages suspended from the ceiling — only waist-high, like glorified birdcages, but still. One of them has a guy in white mesh pants swinging in it like it’s Cirque du Soleil. He howls something about forgiveness. No one knows what’s going on.
You take all of this in with wide eyes.
“Okay,” you say slowly, “what the hell.”
“I TOLD YOU,” Yanni shouts over the music, eyes lit up like a kid on Halloween. “They WENT OFF this year!”
“They should be arrested,” you mutter.
Jenna laughs beside you, tugging at the hem of her dress. “I feel like I just walked into the end of the world but make it horny.”
Yanni is wearing a sheer black top over a bralette made entirely of tiny silver crosses, her eyeliner winged out to her temples. Her skirt is so short it might be a threat to public safety.
Jenna went full Saint — white silk slip dress, little feathery halo bobbing over her curls, but with Doc Martens that say she’d still throw hands in the bathroom line.
And then there’s you.
You’d protested the theme all afternoon, but eventually gave in. You’re wearing ripped black jeans, a mesh top over a tank, and a red ribbon choker Yanni tied on you with too much enthusiasm. You didn’t go all-out like them, but you’re here. You showed up. That’s saying something.
Yanni loops her arm through yours and yells, “I swear to God, if I don’t end up in a cage by midnight, I’m suing.”
“They have cages, Yanni,” you say, scandalized. “That’s not normal.”
“I’m not normal,” she grins.
“That’s not comforting!”
You’re halfway toward the drink table when a blur of movement passes you — a guy in a leather jacket, dark hair, jaw like a hate crime. You don’t get a good look, just the impression of tattoos, combat boots, and a casual arrogance like he’s got the party rigged in his favor.
You turn back to the drinks.
Jenna, meanwhile, is adjusting her halo in her phone’s camera. “Okay, I’m thinking I make out with someone with wings. That’s my only rule.”
“Are they required to earn them first?” you ask.
“No, they just have to not be annoying.”
“So… no one here, basically,” you deadpan.
Yanni dumps some suspicious jungle juice into a cup and hands it to you. “Drink. Or at least pretend to. You’re giving off ‘I’m only here for field research’ energy.”
You take a sip and grimace. “This tastes like Hawaiian Punch and college debt.”
“Exactly,” Jenna says. “We’re setting the tone.”
You pass by a hallway draped in red curtains — probably where the Seven Minutes game is happening. Someone stumbles out with smeared lipstick and a dazed smile.
“Oh my god,” you say. “This is summer camp. This is hot, humid, horny summer camp.”
Yanni beams. “A dream come true.”
You’re halfway across the room when you bump into someone — solid chest, sharp elbows. You step back, muttering, “Sorry,” but the guy’s already moving, weaving through the crowd like he’s done it a thousand times.
Again, you don’t get a good look.
Again, you feel that flicker — like something important just brushed past you.
“Who was that?” you ask, mostly to yourself.
Jenna squints after him. “I don’t know. Pretty sure he walked out of a Calvin Klein ad though.”
You shake it off.
This night is too much already — too loud, too crowded, too… Jungkook-shaped. And you’re not here for that. You’re here to survive, observe, and possibly rescue your friends from questionable decisions.
So far, you’re one-for-three.
Yanni grabs your arm. “Okay. I’ve spotted three girls from my art class, two guys I ghosted, and a literal priest costume. Where are the drinks that don’t taste like regret?”
“There are none,” you say. “We are the drinks that taste like regret.”
Jenna raises her cup like a toast. “To sinning responsibly.”
“To surviving this chaos,” you mutter, sipping again.
And across the room, under strobing lights and smoke machine haze, Jungkook leans against the wall near the DJ booth, scanning the crowd.
His eyes flick right past you.
Just a blur of black mesh, red ribbon, and glittering annoyance.
He doesn’t even register it.
But something in him shifts — like he knows he’s missing something. Or someone.
He adjusts the cuff of his sleeve, lifts his drink, and watches the crowd move like waves around him.
You’re both here.
You’re both waiting.
You just don’t know it yet.
Jungkook leans against the wall like he’s not trying.
He isn’t.
He’s dressed in all black — ripped jeans, oversized button-down left open over a tank, silver chains catching just enough light to look intentional. His boots are scuffed from the bike ride over, and he hasn't even bothered to fix the strands of hair falling into his eyes.
Still, people look.
People always look.
The Pit is packed. The lights strobe like they’re malfunctioning, bodies moving in all directions, glitter and sweat and wings everywhere. The blacklight catches on teeth, neon paint, the rims of Solo cups. Music throbs like a second heartbeat, drowning out anything that sounds like common sense.
Jungkook watches it all unfold with the calm detachment of someone who’s done this a hundred times.
Which, to be fair, he has.
“Cages,” he mutters, mostly to himself. “Really.”
Taehyung reappears at his side, holding two drinks and no sense of subtlety. “You say that like you’re not impressed.”
“I’m not not impressed,” Jungkook says, eyeing a girl in LED horns who’s currently being hoisted into one of the hanging cages by two frat boys in priest collars. “I’m just wondering if this place passed fire code.”
Jimin sidles up on the other side, chewing gum like a menace. “God, I love when everyone’s desperate and underdressed. The vibe tonight is filthy.”
“It’s not a vibe,” Jungkook says, deadpan. “It’s a liability.”
“You’re just mad because you haven’t been recognized by someone hot yet.”
“I literally got here three minutes ago.”
“That’s three whole minutes too long, lover boy.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling faintly.
He scans the room again, letting the visuals wash over him: angel wings, devil horns, fake blood, fake rosaries, someone with a real sword (???), a couple making out aggressively near the “Confess Here” booth. Typical Pit energy, just turned up to eleven.
His gaze passes over a trio near the drink table — glitter, halos, fishnets — then slides away again, uninterested.
Then—
No.
He pauses.
Barely.
There’s a girl in black mesh, red ribbon tight around her throat.
Not the type trying to be seen. Not the type posing or pouting or clinging to someone’s arm. Just… there. Head tilted. Brows drawn. Like she’s trying to make sense of the chaos.
She’s not looking at him.
He doesn’t know why he notices.
Something about the way she holds herself — casual, a little stiff. Like she showed up for the party but didn’t want to. Like she’s in it, but not of it. It’s a detail, but he’s always been good at catching those.
He’s pretty sure he’s seen her before.
Class maybe? One of the early ones, back when he still showed up?
He narrows his eyes. Something tickles the back of his mind — a row of seats, a laptop screen, a girl who never once looked his way even when he was late and loud and trying not to be noticed by a professor.
He’d filed it away as nothing.
And maybe it still is.
He watches her for one more second — how she crinkles her nose at the drink in her hand, how her friend with the silver cross top yells something and throws her head back laughing.
Then someone claps a hand on his shoulder, and the moment breaks.
“Hyung,” a guy shouts over the music — some junior he’s barely talked to — “the Seven Minutes room is right there. You better hope someone sins you into the closet.”
“I’m good,” Jungkook says without missing a beat.
“You sure?” the guy winks. “Heard even the quiet girls are wild tonight.”
Taehyung lets out an ungodly laugh.
Jimin fans himself. “God, I love this place.”
Jungkook exhales slowly and glances back toward the girl in the mesh top, the one he maybe-kinda remembers from Media Studies.
She’s walking away now, swallowed by bodies and wings and fog machine haze.
And just like that, she’s gone again
SINS & SAINTS
10:47 PM — The Pit
You’re halfway through your second regrettable drink — something red and radioactive that tastes like melted cherry Jolly Ranchers and lies — when you realize:
Jenna is gone.
Not lost in the crowd gone. Not hooked up with some guy in a halo gone.
Like, vanished.
You scan the sea of limbs and glitter, the swirling blacklights and wall-to-wall bass drops.
No halo. No white silk dress. No Doc Martens stomping some poor frat guy’s foot for getting handsy.
“Wait,” you say, turning to Yanni. “Where’s Jenna?”
Yanni’s still dancing, holding her drink above her head and vibing to something bass-heavy. She doesn’t hear you.
You poke her side. “Yanni. Where. Is. Jenna.”
She freezes, eyes scanning the room with the same dawning horror you’re feeling.
“Oh my god,” she says, gripping your arm. “She was just here.”
“She was literally next to us two minutes ago.”
“She does this sometimes,” Yanni says, frowning. “Remember Halloween? She disappeared for an hour and came back with a matching tattoo with a guy named Car Battery.”
“That was ONE time,” you groan. “And she still won’t tell us where the tattoo is.”
Yanni downs the rest of her drink like it’s going to give her psychic powers. “Okay, we split up. You check the front half, near the drinks. I’ll do a lap by the DJ booth. Scream if she’s in a cage.”
“Or if you end up in one,” you mutter.
She kisses your cheek and takes off, glitter trailing in her wake.
You push through the crowd, slipping past a group of devils grinding to a slowed-down Britney remix, dodging a couple who are definitely fighting and definitely still holding hands.
You pause near the drink station again, heart thumping a little harder than it should.
Still no Jenna.
Just more suspicious liquids in plastic cups and a guy pouring straight vodka into a Capri Sun.
Then—
“Y/N!”
You whip around just as Yanni reappears, hair a little more disheveled, glitter smudged under one eye like war paint.
“I found her,” she pants, grabbing your hand. “You’re not gonna believe where she is.”
“Dead in a bathtub?”
“No.”
“In a cage?”
“Worse.”
“Yanni—”
“She’s at the Seven Minutes in Heaven room.”
You blink. “You’re lying.”
“I swear on my third ex’s face tattoo.”
You let her drag you toward the back hallway — the one that’s been curtained off with red velvet and glowing like Satan’s waiting room. A line snakes down the corridor, people laughing and hollering and shoving toward a closet door guarded by two dudes in fake pope robes.
You round the corner and — yup.
There’s Jenna.
Sitting on a stool like royalty, halo tilted sideways, red Solo cup in hand, absolutely thriving.
She’s laughing, clapping, cheering as two strangers stumble out of the closet, sweaty and flushed and looking either victorious or traumatized. Probably both.
You stop in your tracks. “She’s a ringmaster.”
“She’s drunk on power,” Yanni adds, mouth open.
Jenna spots you both and waves like you’re long-lost war heroes.
“MY GIRLS!!” she yells. “You made it!!”
“You left us,” you shoot back.
She shrugs like that’s a problem for another timeline. “I was recruited.”
“What does that even mean?”
“They needed a hostess! I’m very charming!”
Yanni sighs. “This is how cults start.”
Before you can pry her off the stool, someone shouts, “NEXT UP!” and the line shoves forward. A girl pulls her own roommate in by the arm, both of them shrieking as the door slams shut behind them.
You look at Jenna. “This is out of control. We’re leaving.”
“Not until you try it!”
“Absolutely not.”
Yanni laughs. “Let’s just grab her and go—”
But the line moves again, someone shoves forward, and suddenly—
Everything goes wrong at once.
Hands. Shouting. Laughter. Some guy yells, “MAKE ROOM!”
You’re trying to yank Jenna off her unofficial throne, still yelling about how this is not how a party should go, when chaos breaks loose.
Someone shoves the line.
A drink spills.
People are yelling.
The couple in front of the closet stumbles out like they’ve just done three laps around a football field.
You try to back away — but too late.
Hands shove you forward. “Next up!”
Yanni screams, “Wait, she’s not playing!”
“I’m not playing!” you yell, too.
Doesn’t matter. The crowd’s already decided.
The closet door swings open.
You get pushed inside — completely alone.
Click.
The door slams shut behind you. Darkness swallows everything.
You stumble, trip over a shoe or someone’s forgotten dignity, and land against the back wall, trying to breathe.
“Oh my god,” you mutter. “Oh my god. I’m gonna die in here. This is it. I’m gonna be found in a party closet.”
You fumble toward the doorknob, already plotting your escape—
And then the door opens again.
A warm body stumbles in, tall and solid and smelling unfairly good — like cedarwood, clean laundry, and a bad idea.
The door slams shut again.
Across the party, Jungkook is just trying to find a bathroom that doesn’t reek of four Loko and sin.
He’s halfway through a hallway that looks suspiciously off-limits when someone calls his name.
“Jeon Jungkook!”
He turns.
It’s some girl he barely knows. She’s got lipstick on her teeth and one shoe in her hand.
“Come ON,” she says, “we need more hot people for the closet game. You’ll save this party. I swear.”
He blinks. “I’m not doing that.”
“Too late!” she says, grabbing his arm with terrifying strength. “Come on, it’ll be funny! You’re hot and mysterious and your face should be illegal.”
“I’m going to sue this entire building,” Jungkook mutters, but the girl is already dragging him.
He doesn’t know why he lets her.
Maybe he’s bored. Maybe he doesn’t care.
Maybe it’s because this party has reached new heights of ridiculous and he needs a story to make it worth the hangover.
They reach the red curtain. The line parts.
You don’t know who you hate more — Jenna for signing a blood pact with the party demons, or the crowd for shoving you into this glorified coat coffin like it’s part of the plan.
You've been in here for maybe a minute. Two tops. But time moves differently when you’re trapped in darkness, breathing the humid remains of other people’s bad decisions.
It’s cramped. It smells like body spray and spilled White Claw. The door has no handle from the inside. And you're about to start monologuing to the ceiling when—
The door opens again.
You freeze. “Wait—”
A guy stumbles in. Tall, broad-shouldered, all dressed in black with just enough chain action to suggest this person owns at least one motorcycle and zero alarm clocks.
You recognize him in an instant — because your subconscious hates you and made sure to memorize that face like it was an exam topic.
Jeon Jungkook.
He doesn’t see you at first. He’s too busy brushing off whoever just shoved him in.
“Okay, okay—Jesus. Don’t break my arm,” he mutters. Then, to the closet, “Sorry, whoever you are. I’m not here voluntarily.”
You don't say anything.
He finally glances your way.
A pause.
“…Huh.”
You cross your arms. “Not who you were expecting?”
“Not even close,” he says, like it’s a compliment and a complaint in one.
The door slams behind him. The lock clicks.
Now it’s just you. Him. Darkness. And a six-inch gap of air between you that’s slowly shrinking the longer you try not to acknowledge how small this closet actually is.
Jungkook shifts, probably trying to give you space, which is hilarious because there is none.
“Look,” you say, “I’m only in here because someone shoved me.”
“That makes two of us.”
“Cool. So neither of us is having fun.”
“Yet,” he says, too easily.
You narrow your eyes, not that he can see it. “You really think that line works on girls in closets?”
“I don’t know,” he says. “You tell me.”
You make a noise somewhere between a scoff and a laugh. “Okay, no. You’re not allowed to be hot and full of shit.”
“Not full of shit,” he says. “Mildly irritating at most.”
“Mildly?”
He leans back against the wall. “Okay, moderately. Maybe.”
“Glad we agree.”
You try to shift your weight without brushing against him, which fails, because there’s nowhere to move. Your elbow bumps his arm. Your knee grazes his boot.
He lets out a dramatic sigh. “Alright, I’m putting you on a movement ban.”
“Excuse me?”
“You keep flailing around like that, I’m gonna get accused of starting something in here.”
“You are starting something. With your whole… vibe.”
He grins. “My vibe?”
“Yeah, the ‘mysterious party menace’ thing.”
“Didn’t realize that was my brand.”
“Oh, come on. You walk into every lecture like you’re arriving late to your own funeral.”
“You know me from lecture?”
Shit.
You freeze.
“I—” You recover, sort of. “I mean, yeah. You’re not exactly hard to notice. Motorcycle helmet? Black hoodie in May? The whole tortured poet aura?”
He raises an eyebrow, amused. “You’ve been paying attention.”
“No, I—shut up.”
He steps closer, just barely. His voice drops into that annoying, amused register that you suspect makes girls fall in love against their will.
“You’re flustered.”
“I’m trapped. There’s a difference.”
“Still,” he says, tone low, teasing, “you’re very talkative for someone who didn’t want to be in here.”
You suck in a breath. “I’m trying to defuse the awkward tension.”
“Well,” he says, leaning slightly closer, “you’re not doing a great job.”
You go still. “…Why?”
“Because if you don’t stop fidgeting and talking at a hundred miles an hour,” he says, voice light but just a little dangerous, “I’m gonna kiss you just to shut you up.”
Your brain whites out.
You forget how to stand.
You definitely forget how to breathe.
You make a noise that could be a laugh, or possibly a system reboot.
“…That’s rude,” you manage.
Jungkook grins. “Is it working?”
You blink at him. Slowly.
“…That’s your solution? Kissing as a silencing tactic?”
Jungkook smirks. “Efficient.”
You squint at him in the dark. “That’s assault with extra steps.”
“Only if it’s not well received.”
“Oh my god,” you mutter, shoving lightly at his arm. “You’re actually worse in real life.”
He laughs, like that didn’t wound you at all. “In real life? What, you’ve imagined a better version of me somewhere else?”
You hesitate for half a second too long.
He catches it. Of course he does.
His smile shifts — not smug now, but curious. “Wait. Do I know you?”
“Nope.”
“You sure? You’re acting like you’ve had a whole character arc about me.”
“I just have good observational skills.”
“And a little crush?”
You snort. “Please. I only crush on emotionally available people.”
“Ouch.”
“You’ll live.”
“I’m not emotionally unavailable,” he says, mock offended. “I just don’t like… people.”
“That’s literally the definition.”
Jungkook moves a little closer. Not enough to touch, but enough to invade. Like someone stepping past your comfort zone just to prove they can. His voice is quiet, playful.
“Okay, but be honest — if I had kissed you, what would you have done?”
You meet his gaze in the dim light. Your heart does an actual backflip, but your mouth?
Deadpan.
“Bitten you.”
He grins, all teeth. “Kinky.”
You roll your eyes so hard you almost see god. “You are unbelievable.”
“I get that a lot.”
Another beat passes.
The party noise pulses outside. The door shakes once, like someone bumped into it. Neither of you move.
He tilts his head, watching you more carefully now. “So who are you, anyway?”
You blink. “What?”
“You know who I am. Everyone knows who I am, apparently. But I don’t know you.”
You shrug, trying to sound unfazed. “Just a girl in your class.”
“Which class?”
“I’m not telling you.”
His eyebrows shoot up. “Why not?”
“Because I’ve seen how your brain works. The second you find out, you’ll start showing up late on purpose to make an entrance.”
He grins, wide and dangerous. “So you have been watching me.”
Damn it.
“That’s not—”
“Obsessed,” he says.
“Oh my god, I’m going to strangle you with one of those dumb chains on your pants.”
“They’re not dumb. They’re functional.”
“For what, exactly? Attaching yourself to reality?”
“Wow,” he says, smiling now like he’s thoroughly enjoying himself. “You’ve got jokes.”
You glance at the door. “Seven minutes better be almost up.”
“Why?” he asks, voice dipping just slightly. “You scared you’re starting to like me?”
You look back at him. “I’m scared you’re starting to like me.”
That shuts him up for half a second.
Then—
“…Touché.”
There’s a pause. You can hear your own heartbeat in the quiet.
He steps just a little closer. “Okay. Serious question.”
“Unlikely, but sure.”
“Are you always like this?”
You blink. “Like what?”
“This,” he says. “You know—snarky. Quick. Unimpressed. Kind of mean in a fun way.”
You stare at him. “Are you into being bullied?”
“I’m starting to wonder.”
The door bangs open just then, and the light hits both of your faces. You flinch at the sudden glare. Outside, someone yells, “ALRIGHT, CLOSET DWELLERS, TIMES UP!”
Jungkook doesn’t move.
Neither do you.
Finally, he leans a little closer and says under his breath, only loud enough for you to hear:
“You still didn’t tell me your name.”
You raise a brow.
“You didn’t earn it.”
He laughs, and it’s way too genuine. Like he didn’t expect this night to go like this at all — and somehow, that makes two of you.
As you duck out of the closet, brushing past him in the doorway, you hear him murmur:
“I’m gonna find out, you know.”
You throw a look over your shoulder, smile tugging at your lips despite yourself.
“Good luck.”
The door flings open.
Air, light, freedom.
You stumble out like someone just dragged you back from the underworld. The world is louder now, messier. Colors sharper. Sounds distorted, like everything’s underwater and also on fire.
Your heart is still pounding.
Your brain? Gone. Missing. Presumed dead.
Your dignity? Filing a police report.
You turn in a daze, blinking through the chaos—and find Yanni, breathless, holding a very giggly and wine-drunk Jenna by the elbow.
“THERE you are!” Yanni yells over the music. “We thought you got kidnapped by the Pit goblins!”
Jenna cackles. “I told her you were probably in the closet making out with a stranger. I WAS RIGHT.”
You blink at them.
Open your mouth.
Immediately close it again.
Yanni frowns. “Wait. Are you okay? You look like you just got hit by a really hot bus.”
You stare at her.
Then—
“I need air. I need, like, seventeen breaths of non-sweaty air. I—do you have water? I think I forgot how to swallow. I forgot—I forgot my name.”
Yanni’s eyes go wide. “Did you actually make out with someone?! Oh my god, who was it? Was he hot? Did he have a tongue ring? Was it that guy with the fake angel wings? Please tell me he had wings.”
“I—no. No wings.”
“Okay, so not a red flag. Good start.”
You grab both of them by the arms and start dragging them away from the closet, feet moving on autopilot. “We need to go. Just—somewhere. Away. Outside. Antarctica. I don’t care.”
Jenna, still loopy from the cocktail she stole from a girl dressed as the Pope, squints at you. “You’re acting weird.”
“Something happened,” you say, voice a little unhinged. “Something catastrophic.”
Yanni gasps. “Did you black out?!”
“No, worse.”
“Did you throw up on someone?!”
“WORSE.”
Yanni pulls you down onto a sagging patio couch under a string of flickering lights. The Pit’s back deck is quieter — only a handful of people out here, laughing or making out or both.
You sit between them, trying to remember how to form human sentences.
Jenna leans her head dramatically on your shoulder. “You definitely kissed someone.”
“I didn’t.”
Yanni narrows her eyes. “You wanted to.”
“I didn’t!”
They both stare at you.
You sigh. Long. Shaky.
Then you say, very quietly, like it might summon him if you say it too loud:
“I was in the closet with Jeon Jungkook.”
.
.
.
Jenna sits up so fast she elbows you in the boob.
Yanni chokes on her drink and coughs, “I’m sorry—WHAT?”
You hold up your hands, like it’ll protect you from the emotional storm about to erupt. “It was an accident! I got pushed in first, and then some drunk idiots shoved him in after me, and then the door locked and we were just there. Together. In the dark. Breathing the same air.”
Jenna is vibrating. “YOU WERE BREATHING JEON JUNGKOOK’S AIR. DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY GIRLS WOULD PAY FOR THAT EXPERIENCE.”
“I didn’t ask for the experience!”
Yanni grabs your arm, shaking it. “Okay but what happened?! Tell us everything. Did you talk? Did he recognize you? Did you touch his hair? Did he touch you? Did your souls kiss?!”
You stare at her. “What the hell is a soul kiss?”
“Shut up and answer me!!”
You drag your hands down your face. “We talked. He was annoying. And hot. And annoying about being hot. He said if I didn’t stop panicking he was gonna kiss me and I think my nervous system flatlined for like ten seconds.”
Jenna screams. A real one.
Yanni grabs her cup and throws it into a bush just so she can clap. “That’s it. That’s the plot of a Netflix movie. I’m calling a casting director right now.”
“Guys, stop—”
“Did he know who you were?” Jenna asks, eyes wide.
You deflate. “No.”
Yanni freezes.
Jenna gasps like she’s watching a baby deer get hit by a truck.
“He didn’t recognize you?”
You shake your head, slumping into the couch like your spine is giving up. “Not even a little. I told him I was in his class, and he just blinked at me like I was an off-brand yogurt at the back of the fridge.”
“But—but you sit in the second row!”
“Yeah, apparently that’s not enough to pierce through the wall of apathy and leather jackets.”
Jenna is personally offended. “You’ve been thirsting over him for MONTHS.”
“Not out loud!”
“Your search history says otherwise.”
“That was ONE TIME—”
“‘Does Jeon Jungkook have a girlfriend’ is not a casual search, Y/N.”
Yanni throws an arm around your shoulder. “Okay. So. We have a situation.”
You groan. “No, we don’t. The situation is over. I will simply crawl into a hole and never speak to anyone again.”
“OR,” Yanni says, grinning, “we make him fall in love with you.”
You snort. “Hard pass.”
“I’m serious!”
“So am I! The guy barely knows what day of the week it is. He didn’t even know my name, and I was two inches from his face.”
Jenna fans herself. “God, I wish I was two inches from his face.”
Yanni is already spiraling into scheming mode. “Okay but hear me out: what if this is your origin story?”
“I don’t need an origin story. I need ice and maybe a lobotomy.”
“You’re gonna end up married to him.”
“I’m gonna end up IN A STRAITJACKET.”
They both lean in at the same time, grinning like devils.
And somewhere inside you — beneath the panic and the humiliation and the complete collapse of your self-esteem — something sparks.
A very tiny, very traitorous thought:
He doesn’t know who I am yet.
But what if he wanted to?
.
.
.
No.
Absolutely not.
You refuse to be delusional.
But still…
You clutch your drink with both hands and whisper to yourself like a prayer:
“…I cannot go back in that closet.”
Jungkook steps out into the warm night air, the noise of the party still thrumming behind him like a heartbeat that’s had too much sugar and zero regard for consequences.
He barely gets two steps out the door before he sees movement near the gate — a blur of color, of bare shoulders and tangled hair and wild, frantic energy.
Her.
The girl from the closet.
She’s running.
Well, not running — but walking very quickly in a way that screams “I just made a horrible decision and I’m trying to disappear into the night like it never happened.”
He watches as she yanks her friends down the sidewalk, arms waving, words too far away to make out. One of them glances back at the house, laughing. The other throws her arm around the girl’s shoulder like she’s trying to keep her from disintegrating.
Jungkook can’t hear them. Can’t read their lips.
But he doesn’t need to.
He’s seen that look before.
People don’t leave parties like that unless something got to them.
And apparently… that something was him.
He watches them disappear around the corner. The wind shifts, warm and sweet and heavy with the scent of grass and spilled vodka.
Jungkook runs a hand through his hair, the edges of his mouth tugging up, involuntarily.
He doesn’t smile a lot.
But right now?
He’s grinning.
11:18 PM — Inside, Kitchen
He finds Jimin first, leaning against the fridge, sipping from a red cup with glitter smeared across one cheek like someone tried to make out with a rave.
Jungkook walks up, casual as hell. “Hey.”
Jimin lifts a brow. “You’re still vertical. Closet girl didn’t kill you?”
Jungkook leans on the counter beside him, eyes scanning the room lazily. “Nope. She was fun.”
Jimin grins. “Define fun.”
“Annoyed. Loud. Mean. Called me out within the first two minutes.”
“So, your type.”
Jungkook gives him a lazy look. “Do you know who she was?”
Jimin blinks. “You mean you didn’t?”
“No. She said we’re in the same class, but…” He shrugs. “I wasn’t exactly focused on academics in there.”
Jimin sips his drink, way too amused. “You’re telling me you spent seven minutes pressed up against someone and didn’t bother to ask her name?”
“I didn’t get her name. She wouldn’t give it to me.”
Jimin whistles. “Damn. Girl’s got boundaries.”
Jungkook turns his full attention to him now. “So… do you know her?”
Jimin smiles. Slow. Evil.
“Maybe.”
Jungkook straightens. “What.”
“I mean, I’ve seen her around. Could be anyone.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“It’s an answer adjacent.”
“Jimin.”
Jimin just grins wider, like this is his favorite hobby. “Why? You wanna see her again?”
“No.” Jungkook’s voice is too quick, too defensive. Then: “I just—she seemed familiar.”
“Sure. Let’s go with that.”
Before Jungkook can retaliate, Taehyung appears, wearing someone else’s sunglasses and holding a plate of mini cupcakes he absolutely did not make.
Jungkook turns to him like salvation. “Tae. Please tell me you know who the girl in the closet was.”
Taehyung pauses, cupcake halfway to his mouth.
Then, slowly, he lowers it and says:
“Ohhhh. You mean the girl with the smart mouth and trust issues?”
“Yes!”
“Yup. Definitely know her.”
“Who is she?!”
Taehyung smiles with all his teeth. “Can’t say.”
Jungkook stares at him.
“What do you mean you can’t say?”
“Non-disclosure agreement.”
“That’s not a real thing!”
“It is now.”
Jungkook throws his hands in the air. “Are you both insane?”
“Yes,” Jimin says, grinning.
“We’re protecting the plot,” Taehyung adds solemnly.
Jungkook blinks. “What plot?”
“The enemies-to-lovers one,” Jimin says, sipping his drink. “You’re in the first act. Don’t be weird about it.”
“I’m not—!” Jungkook cuts himself off, pinches the bridge of his nose, then mutters, “You guys are the worst.”
“You’re welcome,” Taehyung says cheerfully.
Jungkook turns, heading for the living room, but Jimin calls after him:
“You really gonna let a girl roast you in a closet and disappear without finding out her name?”
Jungkook doesn’t stop walking.
But he does smirk.
“Of course not.”
11:42 PM — Later, Upstairs Hallway
Jungkook leans against the wall, scrolling mindlessly through his phone. But his head isn’t in it.
He’s thinking about the sound of her voice.
The way she said, “You didn’t earn it.” The way she pushed past him and didn’t look back.
He still doesn’t know her name.
But he’s starting to think he needs to.
Desperately.
You’re early.
Not obnoxiously so, but early enough to get your usual seat — second row, slightly to the left. Close enough to focus, far enough to keep your laptop screen hidden when you’re secretly Googling niche references during class.
You’re wearing jeans and a loose t-shirt. Nothing fancy. Hair pulled back. Glasses on.
A normal girl living a normal life, unbothered and deeply uninterested in emotionally reckless men with perfect jawlines and leather jackets. You are zen.
You are healed.
...You are lying to yourself.
Your leg has been bouncing under the desk for a solid five minutes. You haven’t even opened your laptop. You’re just staring at the professor’s slides like they personally betrayed you.
And then—
The door opens.
You hear it before you see it. That faint creak of poorly oiled hinges and the collective inhale of every girl in the room.
You don’t turn around.
You don’t have to.
You know it’s him.
Because everyone in a ten-foot radius straightens like they’re about to be graded on posture. There’s a flutter of lip gloss applications. Someone actually whispers his name.
You pretend to be deeply focused on the “Media Ethics and Digital Responsibility” slide.
Jeon Jungkook walks in. On time.
The professor blinks like he’s hallucinating. “Huh. Welcome, Mr. Jeon. Look at you.”
Jungkook just nods, loose and casual, but you can feel it.
He’s different today.
He doesn’t do his usual routine — no airpods, no gum chewing, no half-lidded stroll like he’s walking into a photoshoot instead of a lecture.
No, this time… he’s scanning.
Not in a weird way. Just—calculated.
Eyes moving across each row like he’s checking a list in his head.
Looking for something.
Someone.
Your stomach tightens.
And then—
His gaze glides right past you.
Doesn’t pause. Doesn’t flicker.
Nothing.
He slides into a seat a few rows back, drops his bag, and leans back like he didn’t just steamroll your entire emotional ecosystem last night.
You blink at your screen.
Wow.
Okay.
Coolcoolcoolcoolcool.
So he just… forgot you existed? Already?
You tell yourself it’s a good thing. That you’re off the hook.
But still—
Your phone vibrates in your lap.
Then again.
And again.
You glance down.
YANNI [9:57AM] FIND US AFTER CLASS
JENNA [9:57AM] LIKE IMMEDIATELY
YANNI [9:58AM] BIG. SHIT. IS. HAPPENING.
YANNI [9:58AM] HUGE.
JENNA [9:58AM] YOU MIGHT BE FAMOUS
You: 🙃
11:07AM — Campus Library, Third Floor (aka Gossip HQ)
You find them between the graphic novel section and the fake potted plant that hides the worst Wi-Fi signal on campus.
Yanni is pacing. Jenna is sitting on the floor with a laptop open, half a croissant in her mouth and murder in her eyes.
“FINALLY,” Yanni breathes, grabbing your wrist and yanking you down beside her.
“What is happening?” you whisper. “Did someone die?”
“YOU might,” Jenna says around a bite. “From cardiac arrest.”
You blink. “Why?”
Yanni flips her phone around.
It’s an Instagram story. Jungkook’s account. You recognize the handle from your extremely short-lived stalking phase.
The video is short. A dim hallway, flashing lights, the thump of party music in the background.
Text overlaid:
"7 minutes wasn’t long enough. If you know who she is… tell her." 👀🖤
Your heart stops.
You stare at the screen like it might explode.
“Wha—”
“He’s looking for you,” Yanni whispers, eyes wild.
“He’s trying to CROWD-SOURCE you,” Jenna adds. “LIKE A MISSING PERSON.”
You genuinely don’t know what to do with your hands. “I—I don’t even have Instagram. I didn’t see this.”
“Well, now the entire internet has,” Yanni says, scrolling through dozens of replies and reshared stories. “People are putting up theories. One girl swears it was her and her friends are backing her up.”
You feel a little sick.
“I—he doesn’t even remember me.”
“He does now.”
Before you can spiral further, a voice cuts through the quiet.
“Aha. Found you.”
You whip around.
Taehyung and Jimin are approaching, looking like they just stepped out of a K-drama fight scene. Jimin is in an oversized hoodie and glasses, sipping from a matcha latte. Taehyung is holding a leather-bound journal like it’s a prop.
“Oh my god,” Yanni whispers, straightening like she’s about to present a thesis.
Jimin nods at you. “Closet girl.”
Taehyung gasps. “I knew it!”
You slap both hands over your face. “I am going to dissolve into the carpet.”
Jimin flops down next to you. “You’re literally a phenomenon.”
“I don’t want to be a phenomenon! I want to be anonymous.”
“Too late,” Taehyung sing-songs. “He’s obsessed.”
“He’s not—”
Jimin cuts you off. “He made us look through the security footage of the Pit to try and find you.”
You blink. “There’s security footage?!”
“That’s not the point.”
Yanni claps like she’s been waiting for this all her life. “Okay, okay, okay. NEW PLAN.”
Jenna nods. “Mission: Keep Her Hidden.”
You snap your head to look at him. “Wait, what—?”
“We cannot let him find you too easily. The mystery is part of the power.” Yanni explained, a smile that was a little too enthusiastic spreading across her face.
“She’s right.” Jimin chimed in.
You blink between them all, a growing sense of terror blooming in your chest.
“I feel like I’m in a YA novel.”
Taehyung beams. “You are. And it’s about to get so much worse.”
If Jungkook knew his Instagram story would cause an actual phenomenon, he would’ve thrown his phone in the nearest sewer.
He’s seated on the edge of the fountain, legs stretched out, black boots dusted with dry grass. Sunglasses perched on his head, arms crossed, regret pouring off of him in waves.
There is a line.
A real, breathing, giggling line of girls waiting to speak to him.
“I swear,” the third one in a row says, flipping her hair, “it was me. I had this red tank top on—”
“You weren’t wearing red,” Jungkook says flatly, not even looking up.
She blinks. “You remember that?”
He sighs. “Unfortunately.”
She pouts, tosses her hair again, and walks off.
The next girl steps forward with more confidence than he’s emotionally prepared to deal with.
“Hey,” she says, batting her lashes. “So, I was totally gonna come up to you last night, but I got pulled into beer pong, and—”
“Not you either,” he says, already tired.
Behind him, Jimin is sprawled on the grass like a cat in the sun, sipping iced coffee and watching the chaos like it’s live theater.
“I don’t know, man,” he says. “Closet Girl’s starting to sound like a fever dream.”
“She was real,” Jungkook mutters.
Taehyung, perched dramatically on the fountain’s edge, hums. “This feels like a modern fairy tale. Only instead of a glass slipper, she left behind unresolved sexual tension and a mild existential crisis.”
Jungkook doesn’t respond. Just drags a hand down his face.
“You know,” Jimin adds, “you could just let her go. Move on. Forget it happened.”
Jungkook stares at him like he’s just suggested licking a subway pole.
“I mean it,” Jimin continues. “Is this really worth it?”
Jungkook leans back, letting the sun hit his face.
And after a pause, he says:
“…She was funny.”
Taehyung blinks. “Funny?”
“She was… sharp. Gave me shit. Told me I didn’t earn the right to flirt with her.” He shrugs. “I don’t know. It was just… real.”
Jimin and Taehyung exchange a look.
But before either can respond—
“Hey, Jeon.”
They all glance up.
A girl in a glittery top and too-high heels struts up like she’s approaching a casting call.
“I was wearing angel wings last night,” she purrs.
“Congratulations,” Jungkook says dryly.
“I think I’m the girl you’re looking for.”
“You’re not.”
“How would you know?”
Jungkook blinks slowly. “Because I just would.”
She scoffs and storms off, muttering something about him not being that hot anyway.
Jimin snorts. “The delusion is wild today.”
Taehyung raises his brows. “You know, you did make her a mystery. People love a good mystery.”
“I hate this mystery,” Jungkook mutters.
And then—
Taehyung straightens suddenly.
“Oh,” he says, too casually. “There she goes.”
Jungkook’s eyes snap up.
“What?!”
“She’s walking past,” Jimin adds, barely containing his grin.
Jungkook jumps to his feet, scanning the path just ahead of them.
He sees a group of students. A couple laughing. A guy with a skateboard. A girl in a floral skirt. Another in an oversized sweater.
But no one familiar.
No her.
“Where?” he demands, turning back to them.
Taehyung just shrugs, biting back a smile. “Hm. Maybe she slipped away again.”
Jimin’s grinning like the devil. “So mysterious.”
Jungkook stares at them.
And then slowly, slowly, sits back down, glaring at nothing.
“I hate you both.”
“You’re welcome,” Jimin says cheerfully.
Meanwhile — You, Just 20 Feet Away
You’re clutching a smoothie and telling Jenna that you swear to God if Yanni says the words “power move” one more time, you’re going to commit a crime.
You do not see Jungkook.
You do not see the crowd of girls.
You do not see your entire romantic fate spiraling out in a perfect storm of timing, ego, and extremely bad luck.
But you do hear Yanni’s voice crackling through your group chat ten seconds later:
YANNI [12:43PM] HE’S OUTSIDE RN. WALKING DISTANCE. I REPEAT: JEON JUNGKOOK IS WITHIN WALKING DISTANCE.
You pause. Look up.
“…The universe is playing games with me,” you mutter.
Jenna just takes your smoothie and sips like it’s none of her business. “Welcome to Act Two.”
Three Days Later – 12:19PM Campus Lawn, under the shade of an old oak tree
Yanni is dramatically slicing into her overpriced salad like it’s personally offended her.
“I swear to God,” she says, spearing a piece of lettuce, “if she doesn’t just tell him soon, I’m going to combust.”
“She doesn’t even want him to know!” Jenna laughs, peeling the wrapper off her sandwich. “She’s surviving off vibes and secondhand embarrassment.”
Across from them, lounging on the grass, Jimin snorts into his iced chai. “Honestly, mood.”
Taehyung is lying flat on his back, sunglasses on, using Jimin’s thigh as a pillow and holding his phone above his face like it’s too exhausting to lift it further.
“It’s better this way,” he hums. “Mystery. Intrigue. Emotional damage.”
Yanni points at him with her fork. “See? That’s the energy we’re all riding on.”
“I don’t know how she hasn’t just imploded,” Jenna says, sipping her drink. “She had a panic attack in the psych building bathroom yesterday because someone said Jungkook's name too loud.”
Taehyung laughs. “That could’ve been anyone.”
“No,” Yanni corrects. “She knew exactly how he said it. Deep voice. Tiny rasp. A little pouty. ‘Jungkook.’” She mimics it, exaggerated and ridiculous.
Jimin wheezes.
Taehyung props himself up on one elbow, turning to the girls with mock-serious eyes. “You guys are evil.”
“Thank you,” Yanni says, deadpan.
And then—
“You’re evil,” comes a familiar, slightly exasperated voice behind them.
All four turn.
Jeon Jungkook walks up, hoodie sleeves pushed to his elbows, black jeans, silver chain catching the sunlight.
He looks… tired.
Not in a tragic way. More like haunted by the choices that led him to this exact moment.
Taehyung lifts two fingers in a lazy peace sign. “Ah. The lover boy returns.”
Jimin just grins like Christmas came early. “How’s your army of imposters?”
Jungkook drops onto the grass with a groan. “Still growing. I got ambushed by three more girls outside the business building this morning.”
“Business building girls,” Jimin mutters. “That’s a bold demographic.”
“She said she left her earring in the closet with me,” Jungkook says, running a hand through his hair. “She was wearing cat ears.”
“Oh no,” Jenna whispers behind a laugh.
Yanni coughs into her drink.
Jungkook narrows his eyes at them. “Do I know you two?”
“Nope,” Yanni says, biting into a cherry tomato. “Just enjoying the show.”
Jenna shrugs, fighting a grin. “Free entertainment.”
Taehyung watches them both like he’s just realized something.
Jungkook leans back on his palms, legs stretched out, expression a mix of exhaustion and suspicion. “You guys ever regret making me post that?”
Jimin doesn’t even blink. “Nope.”
“I knew this would happen,” Jungkook mutters.
“You didn’t know people would create full conspiracy boards,” Taehyung points out. “Someone literally mapped out Closet Girl’s shoe print from the party photo.”
“Don’t forget the girl who recreated the closet,” Jimin adds. “Like. Bought a closet. Filmed a fake interaction.”
“God,” Jungkook groans, scrubbing his face. “I’m an idiot.”
He exhales through his nose, still half-distracted, when—
“Well, it’s even funnier,” Jenna says, not quite under her breath, “because she doesn’t even have socials.”
Yanni chokes on her soda.
Jimin and Taehyung both freeze mid-laugh.
And Jungkook—
Whips his head around so fast it’s a miracle he doesn’t get whiplash.
“Wait.”
Yanni slaps Jenna’s arm.
Jungkook’s eyes are wide. “You—” He points between them. “You know her?!”
Jenna blinks. “Who?”
“Closet Girl,” Jungkook says, sharp now, sitting up straighter. “You just said she doesn’t have socials—how would you know that?”
Yanni lifts her cup to her mouth, speaking through her straw. “Could’ve been anyone.”
“But it’s not,” Jungkook says, eyes narrowing. “You know who it is.”
He looks at Taehyung and Jimin like they’ve personally betrayed him. “You said you didn’t know!”
Taehyung holds up his hands, unbothered. “We didn’t say that.”
“Yeah,” Jimin says, already laughing. “We just didn’t say anything helpful.”
Jungkook glares. “You assholes.”
Yanni leans in, chin resting on her hand, absolutely loving this. “Why do you want to find her so bad?”
Jungkook hesitates. Just for a beat.
And then, quieter than expected, he says:
“…Because I can’t stop thinking about her.”
Taehyung blinks.
Jimin’s mouth parts a little.
Yanni and Jenna exchange a look.
“That was almost sweet,” Jenna says.
“Almost,” Yanni echoes.
Jungkook looks at them like he’s debating a crime. “Please. Just give me one clue.”
Jimin just smiles, stretching out on the grass again. “Mmm. No.”
“Not even her name?” Jungkook tries.
Taehyung grins. “Where’s the fun in that?”
Jungkook scrubs his hands over his face. “You people are evil.”
Yanni smiles sweetly. “We’ve been over this.”
After another beat of sulking, he finally stands, brushing his hands off on his jeans.
“You’re all the worst.”
“We know,” Jimin says, cheerful as ever.
Jungkook sighs, starts walking away—
And turns back around.
“If she ever asks about me—”
“She won’t,” Yanni says.
“Okay, if she does,” he presses, “can you just tell her I’m not as annoying as I seem?”
“No promises,” Jenna says.
He groans again and walks off, muttering something under his breath.
The moment he’s out of earshot, the group erupts.
“THAT,” Jimin says, sitting upright, “WAS TOO CLOSE.”
Yanni fans herself. “I panicked, okay?! I didn’t mean to say it—he just appeared.”
“You almost ruined the whole thing!” Taehyung says gleefully. “But also… he’s losing his mind.”
“And she has no idea,” Jenna adds, grinning.
Jimin leans back with a content sigh. “This is better than television.”
Same Day — 4:42 PM Campus Library — Second Floor
The study area is quieter than usual, with just the occasional cough, a rogue phone vibration, or someone smacking their space bar like it owes them money.
You, Yanni, and Jenna are huddled around your usual table — highlighters scattered, tabs open, coffees half-melted. It’s productive chaos. Or it was, until Jenna froze mid-sentence.
“...Don’t look now,” she says, voice already breathless with suppressed panic, “but Jungkook and his friends just walked in.”
Your soul immediately ejects from your body.
“WHERE—”
“Don’t look,” Yanni hisses, stabbing her pen in warning. “You’ll give us away.”
You stare down at your laptop like you’re trying to astral project into it.
Footsteps shuffle closer, closer—
And then.
They sit at the table directly behind you.
Your chair is now back-to-back with Jungkook’s.
There is a shared inch of air between you.
You can feel the heat off his stupid, beautiful, back-in-black hoodie.
Jenna mouths OH MY GOD. Yanni is gripping her iced latte like she’s about to squeeze it into mist.
Across from Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung sit — and the moment they spot Yanni and Jenna?
They grin.
Smug. Pleased. Silent little devils.
Not a word — not a wave — just the occasional flicker of laughter and shared glances while you sit there about to spontaneously combust.
“I swear to god,” Jungkook says behind you, low and miserable, “if one more girl corners me between classes and asks if I like strawberry lip gloss, I’m dropping out.”
“She had a presentation,” Jimin offers. “She brought visual aids.”
“She brought a poster board,” Jungkook groans. “With a QR code to her TikTok.”
“Impressive,” Taehyung hums.
Jungkook thumps his head gently on the table. “I just wanted to meet her. One girl. Now I can’t go to class without hearing someone yell ‘closet king’ at me.”
Yanni chokes into her drink.
You’re doing breathing exercises you learned in a freshman wellness seminar.
They are not working.
“I hate all of you,” Jungkook mutters. “You said you’d help.”
“I did help,” Jimin says, like it’s obvious.
“You gave me nothing.”
“False,” Taehyung says, adjusting his sunglasses indoors like a menace. “We gave you... ✨context✨.”
Jungkook scoffs. “No. You gave me trauma.”
There’s a pause. Then, Jimin goes, “Fine. Want another clue?”
You tense so hard your back pops.
Jenna grabs your thigh under the table.
Yanni is vibrating.
Everyone is vibrating.
“Yes. Something real this time.”
“...She has elbows.”
There’s a pause.
A very long one.
“She has what?” Jungkook asks, flat.
“Elbows,” Taehyung says innocently.
You almost die.
“Taehyung,” Jungkook says slowly, like he's speaking to a small child, “everyone has elbows.”
“Exactly,” Taehyung nods. “She fits right in.”
Jimin is snorting into his hoodie sleeve.
You, meanwhile, are clamping your hand over your mouth to keep from screaming.
“Is this a joke to you?” Jungkook asks, exasperated. “Do you want me to suffer?”
“I’m not lying,” Taehyung says, clearly delighted. “She definitely had elbows. Two, even.”
“Wow,” Jungkook deadpans. “A girl with two elbows. I’ll just walk around campus asking people to show me their joints.”
Jimin shrugs. “Could work.”
Your hand is cramping from clutching your pencil so tightly.
Yanni is in physical pain from holding in her laughter.
Jenna scribbles onto her piece of paper, turning it to you.
THEY SAID ELBOWS. I’M LOSING IT.
Jungkook groans behind you, slumping so hard in his chair you feel it through the back of yours. “I’m going insane. I’m actually insane. This is what insanity feels like.”
“And yet,” Taehyung says, completely deadpan, “she walks among us.”
Jimin sips his drink with a smirk. “Right under your nose.”
Behind your screen, you scream silently.
Jenna writes out another message:
RIGHT UNDER HIS NOSE. THEY’RE DOING THIS ON PURPOSE.
You’re certain of two things:
You will never emotionally recover from this.
Jungkook is going to need a therapist when he finally figures it out.
And the worst part?
He doesn’t even turn around.
Not once.
He gets up after ten minutes, mumbles something about “going to get gum,” and walks off—shoulders tense, head down, frustration rolling off him in waves.
The second he’s gone, your table explodes.
“I CAN’T,” Jenna whispers, doubled over.
“ELBOWS?!” Yanni wheezes. “HE’S GOING TO BE HAUNTED BY ELBOWS NOW.”
You drop your face into your arms. “If he finds out it was me, I’m changing schools.”
Jenna wipes a tear from her eye. “You’ll be a myth. A cryptid. A legend with joints.”
Taehyung and Jimin?
Still sitting there.
Still smirking.
Still saying nothing.
Later That Night, Jungkook’s Dorm
“I’m not giving up,” Jungkook mutters, scrolling through his DMs.
“What are you even looking for?” Jimin asks from the other bed.
Summary: You had always thought that your home with your family was the final stop. After your owners abandon you and a storm drives you into the nearby forest, you think things can’t get any worse. At least until you run right into the arms of a pack of wolves.
Genre: Hybrid AU; angst, smut, fluff
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Feeling lonely, a little bit of angst
Word Count: 5K
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A/N: Thank you so so much for the feedback on the first chapter! I’m seriously blown away! It makes me happy to see that you enjoy hybrid stories just as much as I do. I hope you’ll like this chapter as well! Things are still moving slowly, but she meets the pack, so I hope the others are a bit more welcoming than Namjoon 👀 As always, if you enjoyed this chapter, please let me know! I’m happy to hear your thoughts!
When you regained consciousness at some point, the first thing you noticed was the incredible warmth that surrounded you. A smile spread across your face as you pulled your blanket to your chin and stretched your body. Your nose tickled as the smell of dinner hit your nostrils. Any moment you would hear the footsteps of your owners coming up the stairs to tell you dinner was ready.
But those footsteps didn’t come.
So you opened your eyes and immediately froze. This was not your room. You looked down and realized that it wasn’t your blanket either, which you had your fingers firmly clutched in. You kicked it off with your feet and with horror your eyes fell on the unfamiliar clothes that covered your body. A pair of gray sweatpants, too long and too wide, with an equally too large t-shirt hanging over them, reaching almost to your thighs, as you realized when you carefully got up from the bed.
Your bare feet tapped across the wooden floor and on your way to the door you glanced at the other bed. To your relief it was empty. Very slowly you pushed the handle down and whispering voices reached your ears as you carefully opened the door.
“We don’t know who she is.” Namjoon’s voice was the first one you clearly understood as you reached the top of the stairs leading down.
“I have to agree with Namjoon,” said a voice you didn’t recognize. You stopped on the first step to listen further. “She could have been sent by anyone.”
“Why would anyone send a hybrid into this forest? A hybrid like her on top of that?” another voice said, “She’s a retriever. I heard from Mike that people practically snatch retrievers out of their hands because they’re so popular.”
“Then why is she here without her owner?”
You pressed your lips together, trying not to cry. You asked yourself the same question.
Lily pleaseeee share your favorite ot7 hybrid fics, i can’t find any 😭😭😭😭
OMGGGG BB YOUVE COME TO THE RIGHT PLACE OKIEEE I LOVE OT7 FICS REAL BAD
I’ve been reading hybrid fics p much since I started reading bts fanfics so… I can hook u up dastardly style 🤩 links under the cut <33
so before I start listing ima be so fr and say I like most of my hybrid fics verryy formulaic. i p much only ready hybrid bts x human reader and I really enjoy the whole plot of ‘y/n inherits bts and doesn’t know what to do!’ Or ‘y/n sees 7 hybrids at the shelter who need help and doesn’t know what to do!’. It feels sooo chicken noodle soup to me and it feels good for my soul <33 so I hope these fics feel like chicken noodle soup for u too and that you love them as much as I do <33
Series
Abundance ✰ @angelicyoongie
HYBRID CLASSIC FICCCC actually one of the first hybrid fics I think I ever read?? Def the first hybrid ot7 which is kinda crazy 😭 perfect chicken soup for the soul <33 probably the basis for the way I like hybrid fics I read formatted now!! you can really see how the authors writing grew with this fic. Was the fic that made me fall in love with hybrids, actually. I love all of her work so bad man [last updated: 10/4/24]
Trouvaille ✰ @spookyserenades
on my main recs list for a REASON!!! MODERN OT7 CLASSIC FIC!!! if you like the slowest of burns… you’ll enjoy this fic heavily. once again my favourite chicken-soup style so I can’t help but recommend it <33 I have… so many words id like to say about coyote jimin and hoseok… but I will remain silent for my own dignity 😔love all of her work terribly <33 [last updated: 8/17/24]
SeVen Uncaged ✰ @/missing_min_meowmeow (ao3) and @/polaritae (ao3)
two part series (first half completed, second half not) detailing the difficulties of adopting 7 hybrids reader was completely unprepared for 🙂↕️ YESSS MA’AM!!! LOVE LOVE LOVE!!!! I love how this fic goes into the details of how difficult mentally and physically this kind of change would be for the hybrids. I love the characterisation of each of the boys. I LOVE IT!!!! pls give this series a chance it is so definitely worth it even though it’s unfinished. A love it terribly, in its entirety. I LOVE FLAWED CHARACTERS!!! [last updated: 9/11/23]
like I said I REALLY like fanfics where reader comes into a bunch of hybrids and has to deal with the consequences 😭 that being said, this has exactly everything I love in a hybrid fic, I absolutely love the concept, and the stories of where each of the guys came from before. THIS is exactly what I mean when I say a chicken soup fic— warm and comforting. Hopefully the author will come back to it someday <33 it’s so good even though it’s just the beginning [last updated: 4/19/21 — permanent hiatus]
Loving You Isn’t Hard to Learn ✰ @/arduouslove (ao3) @arduouslove (tumblr)
MANNN ITS SO WARM AND COMFORTING!!! like,, i know i keep saying chicken soup and IM SORRY BUT THATS WHAT THESE ARE FOR ME!!! I absolutely adore the concept of a motel for hybrids to go when they need help. And I really love the development we’ve seen so far between Hoseok and jimin. Another fic that was left at the beginning, but truly lovely. Another one I hope the author updates again someday <33 [last updated: 03/07/23]
Still Life ✰ @/king_myg (ao3)
OKAY NO YOU DONT UNDERSTAND THIS IS ACTUALLY LIKE,,, ONE OF MY FAVOURITE HYBRID FICS IVE READ!! The concept behind it is just so,, intriguing. It’s a yandere fic, so it has that edge to it but the way jungkook just *is* is so…. No you actually just have to read it to understand. I love this fic sooo bad actually. And Yoongi who pretends not to be a hybrid… and!! I really can’t express in words how exciting this was for me to read. I can’t wait to see how the rest of the guys relationships develop with the reader. [last updated: 5/22/24]
Home Calls the Heart ✰ @anonnie-in-wonderland
verryyy cute ot7 fic <33 the first chapter just feels very warm and soft. its adorable how tae wants to 'adopt' a human for his family even though he doesn't quite understand the repercussions of it [last updated: 12/17/22]
About love ✰ @mochiimac
One of my favourite tropes of reader coming into hybrids and them all hating each other right off the bat!! The writing style feels so safe too <33 [last updated: 04/24/3]
A Hundred Percent Human ✰ @/wrienne (ao3) @wrienne (tumblr)
Another CLASSIC ot7 hybrid fic!! I remember reading the first few chapters before I took a break from fanfics back in the day. Each of the characters (bts memebers) are so interesting and I love the personalities the author made around them as well as all the world building they did within the fic. The class system was so interesting to me and TAEHYUNG??? God, such a fun and dynamic story!! Highly recommend you check it out [last updated: 7/24/23]
Daddy’s Money Makes the World Go Round ✰ @/That_Author (ao3)
SOOO warm and comfortable. Guarddog Namjoon rlly just wants to keep the reader safe even though her parents are mean. Their relationship (as well as the rest of the guys that come into the home) is just SO sweet n gentle <3 [last updated: 10/28/22]
Oneshots
Secret Story of the Swan ✰ @purpleyoonn
one of the few yandere fics on the list and oh so sweet <33 the way they gently lure reader is so 🥺 and she gives in easily to their charms 🥺 v cute little oneshot <33 love her a lot
Beastly Gods ✰ @lemonjoonah
A CLASSICCCCCC one of the only (other) yandere fics on this list. mostly taehyung x reader w/ implied ot7 x reader ++ drabbles featuring ot7 x reader. I love this fic so much actually you don’t understand. It holds such a special place in my heart PLS READ IT!!
Tangled Hearts ✰ @writersrealmbts
Adorable look into readers life with 7 hybrids <33 truly love how this fic played out and the interactions the members had with eachother and the reader. ITS JUST REAL CUTE OKAY!!!! Makes me all soft nd gushy!! Very cute <33 i love it.
To Be Read / Currently Reading
Kindness ✰ @/angelaronin (ao3)
Stray Cat Strut ✰ @/typhloticharuspex (ao3)
Meritocracy ✰ @/saylilirose (ao3)
The Dog Days are Over ✰ @/mintedmango (ao3)
Redamancy ✰ @/dalgi_jungoo (ao3)
A Sweet Change ✰ @/kagsii (ao3)
Peculiar Pack ✰ @/dollremi (ao3)
If anyone has any reads I didn’t mention comment them or message me them!!
** I’ll update this as I read more / find more fics I’ve read in the past that I enjoyed!! By no means is it complete, these are just the fics I’ve read/reread recently nd enjoyed <33 Currently going through my tumblr likes to see if I’ve missed any <33 ✰ last updated: 01/19/25
Main Rec List | individual/poly hybrid rec list (coming soon)
↣ from day one, he has the irrational urge to protect you, even from himself.
lisp masterlist
pairing: hybrid!jungkook x reader
based on this request.
genre: angst, fluff, smut, f2l
word count: 9K
warnings/tags: snake hybrid!JK, childhood friends au, protective JK, goofy namjoon, strong language, JK has a weird pet name for you (smiggle vibes), JK has a forked tongue, JK is soft for you, mentions of blood, mentions of violence, mentions of masturbation, JK’s spit has abilities, explicit smut- dirty talk, hair pulling, thigh riding, soft to rough sex, wall sex, scratching, biting, oral (f & m), handjob, unprotected sex, choking, spit kink, lots of cum, cum inflation, multiple orgasms, pussy slapping, overstimulation
I added my own spice to snake hybrids.
a/n: Watch this video, you know, as a taster.
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“Look at his eyes!”
“Weirdo!”
“Gonna bite?”
“Hey!”
Hands on your hips, palm tree ponytails swinging as you walk, “leave him alone!”
☾ Summary: When your company throws a mandatory Halloween party, you aren’t thrilled. You’re even less thrilled when a delusional coworker ruins the party and places a curse on everyone because her crush, the resident werewolf, Jeon Jungkook, rejected them.
OR
When a coworker gets rejected at the company Halloween party, things get crazy.
☾ Genre/AU: Smut, Werewolf AU, Hybrid AU, Modern Magic AU
☾ Rating: NC-17
☾ Warnings: | alcohol | piss marking (not on a person) | spanking | scenting | shifting | use of magic | cursing | misunderstandings | unrequited love| mating bite | some blood | knotting | a/b/o vibes | licking | spit play | cum eating | fingering | crying | pack!BTS | rockstar!jungkook | semi-public sex | mirror sex | interspecies relationship | open ending
a/n: for the wonderful @jessikahathaway! i hope you enjoy this bad boy 'cause it had me on my ass a few times. once i was able to get over myself, this wrote itself and i had fun with it. banner/diver made by the wonderful @itaeewon. betaed by the kickass @theharrowing
song credit: werewolf by montionless in white | wolf by woosung
You are typing away on your keyboard, lost in your own little world. It feels like the day is dragging and you would like for it to be over. At least that is what you were thinking until you noticed that the workplace background noise started to fade away. Gazing up from your computer screen, you see your office manager standing near the main door. He clears his throat and claps his hands three times to get everyone’s attention. What could he possibly want at this hour? Two of the other managers step through the door and you squint trying to figure out why the three of them are here. You don’t recall any email about a meeting.
“Okay everyone! Listen up, please?” The office manager looks around to make sure all eyes are on him before he continues. “As you know our Halloween party is tonight. I expect to see you all there, dressed appropriately!” The office manager stands with his back facing the main door with the HR and Marketing managers on either side of him. The three of them together strongly remind you of Ed, Edd, and Eddy, but you keep that thought to yourself.
“Everyone will receive a text message with the address, as well as an email. Please make sure to give the company name at the door and enjoy yourselves.”
“I am looking forward to seeing everyone’s costumes tonight. See you all later and until then enjoy your time off!”
The three managers all leave with smiles on their faces and you roll your eyes as you turn your attention back to your computer. Honestly, you forgot all about the Halloween party tonight. It’s not like you have much of a choice, it is mandatory fun. You still have a few more emails to finish up, as well as two more documents to review before you can even think of leaving for the day. A shadow looms over your desk and you sigh knowing that shape right away.
“Jungkook, I swear to God if you try a jump scare I will slam your face through this screen.”
A startled whine comes from behind followed by a deep sigh before Jungkook comes to stand in your line of sight by the side of your desk. His chocolate brown doe eyes are even wider than normal as he stares at you with a pout on his lips, making the clear spacers in his piercings more noticeable.
“You’re no fun. You know that, right?”
You suck your teeth and raise an eyebrow as Jungkook parks his ass on the edge of your desk. His black dress pants strain against his thighs and when you glance up, the white button down he is wearing, pulls at the muscles of his flexed biceps. As the resident werewolf in the office, Jungkook’s muscles are a common topic of conversation…and his impeccable sense of smell. Though Jungkook isn’t the only creature that works with you. There are vampires, goblins, fairies, wyrm, dragons and even mermaids in the office. It is a mixing pot of species which always offers some kind of entertainment for yourself.
“Can I help you, wolfie?”
Jungkook’s eyes flash a bright red before they shift back to their brown color making you smirk.
“One of these days I’m going to bite you,” Jungkook threatens as he curls his upper lip to show off his elongated canines.
“So I can be stuck with you for the rest of my life?” You grimace and shake your head. “No, thanks.”
“Like you don’t wanna be part of my pack.” Jungkook licks his lips and runs a hand through his dark hair, a few of the curls tangling around his fingers making his bicep flex once again from the sudden snag. His hair is styled out of his eyes, swooped upwards and back; not a single hair out of place…until now. One lone curl hangs from Jungkook’s head and kisses his temple. You resist the urge to tuck it behind his ear.
“Pretty sure it’s Taehyung’s pack and I would only join for Seokjin’s cooking and a good cuddle with Yoongi.”
Jungkook growls and you laugh knowing that you struck a nerve. You have met Jungkook’s pack mates many times and they are all a bunch of chill guys. They all work on different floors, in different departments. Yoongi is the pack alpha and from what you know, Seokjin, Namjoon and Taehyung are the only omegas in the pack. Taehyung, Yoongi, Namjoon and Jungkook are werewolves, Jimin and Hoseok are demons and sweet Seokjin is an oncilla hybrid. Which blew your mind when you found out because Seokjin is not a little guy by any means, the man is massive.
“Jungkook?”
A voice calls his name, cutting through your laughter and you smile at your coworker, Tisha. She is a cute little thing. Doesn’t have much height on her, maybe five-one or five-two at best with long black hair and doll-like green eyes.
“What’s up, Tisha?” Jungkook asks and you turn your attention back to your computer screen, happy for the distraction. You really would like to finish this before it’s time to leave. You would settle for a little overtime, but since tonight is the company wide Halloween party, overtime has been banned.
“My computer is acting up again. Can you take a look at it?”
“Have you emailed tech?”
You bite your lip to keep from laughing. Clearly Tisha hasn’t called tech or else she wouldn’t be asking for Jungkook’s help.
“I thought it would be faster with your help. I know they get busy around this time.”
Jungkook sighs and pushes himself off your desk, “See you at the party tonight?”
You glance at Jungkook and frown, “You sound way too excited.”
Jungkook grins and shrugs his shoulders, “Who doesn’t love a Halloween party?” Jungkook’s smile is blinding as he leans towards you, wiggling his eyebrows. “You gonna be the Little Red to my Big Bad Wolf?”
“Isn’t that a little cliche?” Tisha asks and Jungkook waves off her comment.
“I mean, I am a werewolf, so…”
Jungkook scrunches his nose and you roll your eyes as you mutter, “More like an overgrown lap dog-”
“I heard that,” Jungkook growls and you smile up at him, widening your eyes to seem more innocent. Jungkook glares at you with no real anger and huffs. “Such a fucking brat,” he grumbles and leaves your space with Tisha right behind him chatting his ear off.
You giggle to yourself and shake your head. Jungkook is something else, that’s for sure. He is your workplace bestie and the biggest pain in your ass all at the same time. Little does he know that your Halloween costume is already picked out. You think Jungkook will get a kick out of it and you might be a little excited to show him.
Standing in your bathroom with a towel wrapped tightly around your body, you wipe the steam from the mirror and sigh. You fell asleep when you got home and slept past your alarm, so now you have forty minutes to get ready if you don’t want to be hella late to the party. Music plays from your bluetooth speaker, filling the air with Jackson Wang’s ‘Cheetah’ and it makes you smile.
The first thing you get started on is your makeup, a nude smokey cat eye with grey accents is the first half of the look. Followed by painting the lower part of your nose a soft pink and upper lip black. Your lower lip is the same grey from your eyes to pull the whole look together. Removing the towel from around your head, you click your tongue. You quickly twist the hair into two braids that go straight back, secure the ends with bobby pins and pull a wig cap on.
A set of stencils are on your countertop and you hold one of them up to your forehead. The shape looks weird and you don’t have faith that you will be able to make it look right. Using black eyeshadow and a little eyeliner, you fill in the stencil slowly. A handful of black spots are now on your forehead, they look out of place and you frown.
Your phone goes off, cutting off the tunes and you glance over to see that Wooyoung, another work friend is calling. You answer the call and put him on speaker as you continue to get ready.
“Bitch! Where are you??”
“I’m getting ready. Where are you?”
“I just left the house, did you want me to pick you up?”
You think it over. You really would love to be able to drink and not have to worry about driving home.
“Can you drive slow?”
“The fuck kinda question-”
“I’m still getting ready, damn. Just text me when you’re out front.”
You hang up the phone and head into your bedroom. Walking over to your closet, you step inside and look at the grey wig you purchased just for this stupid party. Grabbing the wig and the styrofoam head that came with it, you carry everything to the bathroom and set it on the sink. Pulling out your styling products and a pair of hair scissors, you section the wig into parts while singing along to whatever song is playing. For your costume, you think a wolf cut would look cute and match the overall vibe…so, with the scissors in your hands, you get to work. The final product isn’t bad, a nice mix between a shag and mullet. It is roughly sexy and once you place it on your head, you can’t help but grin.
Grabbing a makeup brush, you spend some time on your eyebrows, making them look fluffy and slightly overgrown before you grab the unopened pack of fake canine teeth. Carefully, you glue them onto your own canines and smile at your reflection. It’s all coming together. The last thing you need are the hazel contacts that sit on the counter. You struggle with them, but after a solid five minutes, you have them both in. You look at yourself in the mirror and blow yourself a kiss, this was a wonderful idea!
Leaving the bathroom for the time being, you look at the outfit that is laid out on your bed. A grey bodysuit with black heels, a set of fluffy grey and beige triangle ears and a matching tail. Your phone chimes with a notification and you know that Wooyoung is outside waiting for you. Dropping your towel, you skip over to your dresser and pull open your underwear drawer.
Looking at the different colors and material, you settle on a baby pink lingerie set that still has the tags on it. It’s a mesh thong with small and medium sized flowers on the sides with an open underwire bra that has the same flowers covering your nipples in a diagonal line. Looking at the set you smile to yourself because you are sure you have a pink choker from your wild days that matches.
Putting the set on, you slip into the bodysuit and double check that the flower impressions of the lingerie aren’t visible before you search for the choker. Your phone chimes again and you roll your eyes.
“Yes, yes. I’m coming,” you grumble to yourself as you quickly fasten the pink leather choker around your neck. It even has a tiny silver hoop that hangs from which looks cute as opposed to badass. You clip the tail to your outfit, set the ears on top of your head and look at yourself in the mirror one last time.
“Damn, I look good!”
Grabbing your shoes, phone and purse, you head to the front door and text Wooyoung that you are coming outside now. You shove your feet into your black heels and hurry out of your apartment, more than a little excited to see Jungkook’s reaction to your costume. Taking the elevator, you hum to yourself and wait until you reach the first floor. You wonder what Wooyoung is dressed as. You know for a fact that the man is dressed up, he will never pass up a chance to show off his beauty.
Outside of your apartment complex you look around for Wooyoung’s car and spot it across the street. He spots you at the same time and climbs out of his car, whistling as he does so. Wooyoung is stunning in his white ruffled shirt. The loose sleeves cuff around his wrist, the collar is lined with lace, with a keyhole opening on his chest that he pairs with a black leather corset harness. His black dress pants hug him nicely and his freshly dyed black hair hangs just below his eyebrows.
“Ooooooooh! Look at this sexy lil kitten. Hello, beautiful!”
You roll your eyes and grin, stepping into Wooyoung’s arms as he hugs you tightly. Pulling away, you tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear and stare at Wooyoung’s hair.
“You look good. Black might just be your color.”
“Please,” Wooyoung pushes towards the other side of the car as he opens his door. “Any color is my color.”
Once in the car, you buckle up and fiddle with your phone, “Can I DJ?” Wooyoung gives you permission and you giggle to yourself. You have yet to listen to Mark Tuan’s new EP ‘Fallen’, so what a perfect time to do it now. Syncing with the radio, you hit play and ‘Your World’ starts to play.
“I don’t recognize the voice,” Wooyoung comments and you shake your head.
“Cause your taste in music is shit. This is Mark Tuan’s new EP.”
“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that. Would be a real shame if your door just magically opened, huh?”
You laugh and Wooyoung sucks his teeth, coming to a stop at a red light. Looking out the window, you notice that the clouds above are a pale grey color that carries the promise of a light shower later on.
“Who do you think is going to out their office romance this year?” Wooyoung’s voice pulls you from your thoughts and you shrug your shoulders.
You remember from last year that your office manager and one of the newer interns wore matching Halloween costumes. They were the only workers dressed as Team Rocket from Pokemon. You haven’t really heard any dating rooms going around in your office but that doesn’t mean the rest of the office is innocent.
“I heard Jungkook was going to be the Big Bad Wolf…not much creativity there.”
“Oh, you think?”
“If I was a fucking werewolf, I would pick something else-”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know…maybe a dog catcher?”
You whip your head to the side to look at Wooyoung and he glances at you from the corner of his eye.
“What? That’s pretty fucking clever!”
“I-I can’t believe you just said that.”
There is a small beat of silence before you and Wooyoung both start to laugh.
“Jungkook would rip you a new one if he heard that,” you wheeze, thankful that you used waterproof makeup since your eyes are tearing up.
“I mean, come on. That would be fucking iconic!”
You shake your head in disbelief and Wooyoung giggles.
“So, I get that you’re a cat, but like, I have no idea what kind.”
“You really can’t tell what breed I am?”
“I just said that.” Wooyoung shots you an unimpressed look and you sigh.
“Damn, I thought it was obvious. I’m a pallas cat!”
“A what?”
“Oh come on, Woo! It’s my favorite animal of all time! It’s one of the tiny big cats.”
Wooyoung raises an eyebrow and shrugs his shoulders, “I’ll take your word for it, kitten.”
Based on the company-wide email, the club is called Dionysus and the music rattles the windows of Wooyoung’s car as he finds a parking space. Outside there is a slight chill in the air, the scent of fried foods and sweat riding the current that creeps from the open door that leads into the club. With Wooyoung by your side, you make your way to the front of the line. People glare at the two of you but Wooyoung grabs your hand and gives it a firm squeeze.
“Don’t worry about them. We have people inside waiting.”
At the front of the line, a woman with startling electric blue eyes raises an eyebrow as Wooyoung walks up to her. There are a pair of black rounded ears on top of her head and you know that she is some kind of hybrid, but you aren’t sure what breed. Maybe a rodent of some short, you think she could be an opossum. She is dressed all back, with the club’s name written in silver cursive across her chest.
“You don’t see the line?” Her voice is sharp and Wooyoung shakes his head.
“We’re not trying to be late, our boss is expecting us. Blue & Grey Enterprise.”
The woman nods her head and looks down at the clipboard in her hands, “Names?”
Wooyoung rattles off your names and she asks for ID before the two of you can enter the club. The club looks more like an opera house. It’s a large glass and iron building with beautiful ash-white archways, spicy grey pepper LVP flooring and an endless supply of natural light. Simple tracking light fixtures are placed through the club, spaced together in groups of two with elegant grey and white pendant lights hanging at tasteful intervals. There are two floors to the club and the moment you step through the doors, you feel like you have been transported to another world.
It feels like the scene of a high budget movie. All around you, people are dancing with drinks in their hands. The lighting is a mix of blue, purple and red with smoke snaking around on the floor. The walls seemingly reflect the lighting, creating a mirror like effect that shimmers and glows. The air is warm but you can feel that the air conditioning is on somewhere, most likely on the second floor since heat rises. Large floor to ceiling silk curtains hang from up high, sheer and light in soft shades of cream that drink in the colors of the lights.
“Come on, let’s find our group.”
Wooyoung moves to the far edge of the dance floor, closer to the wall as he pulls you along behind him. In the corner elevated above the crowd, a large DJ box is suspended with hanging black ivy, fairy lights and a floating staircase. The DJ wears an oversized head piece that resembles a Greek statue with a gold and emerald circlet on top. The place is impressive and you wonder why the company chose such an extravagant place. Many people are dressed in costumes as you walk past and from the amount of skin shown you know that none of the people on the lower level are from your company.
A set of steps leading to the upper level catch your eye and as you get closer, you notice that there is a guard dressed much like the woman from out front. The security guard stands with his arms crossed over his chest and he looks completely unphased by the strangers around him. Upon seeing you and Wooyoung, he narrows his eyes and Wooyoung shows his work ID. Following his lead, you do the same and the man nods his head before he unlatches the green and gold ivy rope that blocks off the upper floor.
“Enjoy yourselves tonight.”
Wooyoung releases your hand and motions for you to walk up before him. He blocks anyone’s eyes from staring at your butt and you giggle to yourself. Wooyoung is such a gentleman, you love him dearly.
If you thought the lower level was something out of a movie then the upper level is pulled straight from the dreams of an elite designer. Dark wooden furniture with plush white and black setting, vines of ivy clung to the walls, golden ring lights are pressed into the ceiling with more of the white pendant lights hung in small clusters. A single bar top that runs the entire length of the room, is pressed against the wall. The counter is too far away to see but you wouldn’t doubt if it was marble.
You spot a few familiar faces and point out the coworkers to Wooyoung. The two of you head over to say hello before you search for your friends.
“Oh my God, you made it!!!”
Arms wrapped around your waist tightly, squeezing the breath from your lungs and when you look down, a bright red hood is all you see.
“Your costume is so cute! Are you a hybrid?”
The body pulls away and those striking green eyes spark up at you. You take in the woman’s sultry makeup, the soft curls in her hair and the spillage of boob from the white ruffled blouse that has a black corset pushing everything upwards.
“Tisha! You look…wait, are you Little Red?”
You stare down at your coworker and you can feel the pride spilling off her as she grins and nods her head. Her curls bounce around her shoulders and you can’t help but laugh. Of course she would want to match with Jungkook.
“It suits you.” You look around and you don’t see Jungkook at all.
“Right! I just know Jungkook will love it!” Tisha smooths her hands over the red skirt of her dress and cocks an eyebrow. “So, what kind of hybrid are you?”
“A cat.”
“That’s so cute! You and Jungkookie always but heads, so it works too!”
“Huh?”
Tisha waves her hand around and shrugs her shoulders, “You know what I mean, right? Like the two of you are always bickering.” You hum in agreement and she pulls at your arm as another smile takes over her face. “Let’s get a drink!”
Together, you head over to the bar and sure enough, the bar top is white and black marble. To your left you notice a familiar face, “Taehyung?”
The man turns at the sound of his name and mismatched brown eyes find yours. A boxy smile pulls at a set of lips and you find yourself smiling as well. If Taehyung is here then you know Jungkook isn’t too far behind. Taehyung’s eyes drink you in from head to toe and he nods his head, “A cat hybrid? Cute.”
“You think so?” You twirl around for Taehyung and he chuckles at the sight of your tail.
“You really put some effort into it.”
“Do you like my costume?” Tisha jumps into your conversation with Taehyung and his eyes slide over to her.
He raises an eyebrow and clicks his tongue, “Little Red…how original.”
You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing at Taehyung’s unimpressed tone but Tisha is clueless.
“I know Jungkook said he needed a Little Red to his Big Bad, so yeah. I thought it would work out.” Tisha gushes and Taehyung’s head tilts in confusion.
“Big Bad…like-like the wolf?”
“Yeah, duh! What else would he be?”
Taehyung looks down at his outfit and you take the time to figure out what he could be. His usual dark brown hair is dyed a soft honey brown and cut into a mullet. His warm brown eyes are underlined in thick black liner with a black smudged smokey look and there is a tinted balm on his lips. A double chained necklace hugs his throat a little looser than the choker that you wear and it’s paired with a white tank top that hangs loosely around his frame. A leather jacket with silver studded sleeves really pulls the whole look together with simple black leather pants and chunky black boots.
“Are you in a band?” You question and Taehyung grins.
“I’m the lead singer, pretty.”
“That doesn’t make any sense,” Tisha pouts and Taehyung takes a sip of his drink before he looks at Tisha.
“Oh really? And why is that?”
“Jungkook is the Big Bad Wolf. Why would you be a singer of a band?”
“I wonder?” Taehyung muses with a knowing look and you roll your eyes. “Can I get you a drink?” Taehyung offers and you laugh.
“It’s a company party, Tae. The drinks are free.”
Taehyung puts his hands up with a laugh, “Worth a shot.” Taehyung raises his hand to get one of the bar tender’s attention and when the young guy comes over, you order a whiskey sour while Tisha orders a tequila sunrise. The three of you chat for a while and Tisha looks bored.
“Where is Jungkook?” She asks for the umpteenth time and Taehyung ignores the question.
“Why don’t you go look for him, hmm? I’m sure he’s around here somewhere,” you offer seeing the way Taehyung’s jaw ticks.
Tisha scans the room and nods her head with a sigh, “Better than being here all night.”
When Tisha is out of sight Taehyung downs the rest of his drink and slams the glass down on the bar top.
“Thank fuck, she’s gone. Holy shit! How can she not take a hint? Damn!” Taehyung curses as he runs a hand through his hair. “Does she really think Jungkook likes her? I’ll kick his ass outta the pack, I swear to Luna!”
You laugh and slap Taehyung’s shoulder, “Shut up, you will not!” You shake your head and sip at your drink. “Besides, I’m sure that Jungkook is reaching his limit…assuming that this band you speak of, is with the whole pack?”
Taehyung ducks his head, trying to hide his smirk but you know him better by now.
“What’s everyone’s role?”
“I’m the singer, Hoseok is lead guitar, Namjoon is bass, Jungkook is drums, Yoongi is keyboard, Seokjin is rhythm guitar and Jimin is our manager.”
You giggle and try to imagine the pack as full fledged rock stars.
“Can Hoseok even play the guitar?”
Taehyung laughs as he shakes his head, “Nope, but he looks good holding one.”
“Who looks good?”
That all too familiar voice creeps up behind you and you feel an arm being thrown around your shoulders.
“Get off me, wolf boy!”
Warm musk, with a slightly fresh and clean scent engulfs you as you are pulled into a tight embrace.
“Oh, cat ears? Cute!”
You push at the chest that is in front of you and when you can see light again, you glare up at Jungkook as he smirks down at you. You notice right away that Jungkook has two silver hoops in his lower lip and you swallow thickly. Jungkook’s eyes seem to darken as he looks down at you and before you can say anything he boops your nose with his index finger.
“Are you a pallas cat?” He steps closer and you feel his hand slide down the length of your spine, stopping at the small of your back, where your tail is clipped. “You even have a cute little tail. Such a cute little kitten…”
“S-Shut up! What happened to the big bad wolf, huh?” You poke at his chest and Jungkook pretends to be wounded as he backs away and stands by Taehyung’s side.
At this distance you can take in his full costume, and honestly he looks good. His hair has been dyed black and style messily with wisps and spikes while a fringe hangs in his eyes. You assume that he is wearing clip-in to give himself a little more length in the back for his shorter mullet. Jungkook’s ears are completely adored in many silver hoops that are mismatched in size and style, along with a chunky chain necklace.
He’s wearing a white graphic t-shirt tucked into a pair of plaid pants that have different shades of blue and red; with fabric straps buckled around each of his thighs. A matching jacket is worn over top and large black boots with five thick buckles complete his outfit. Taehyung said that Jungkook was the supposed drummer and he definitely looks the part.
“What? I’m still pretty big-”
“Shut up!” You snap as heat attacks your face and Jungkook just smirks while Taehyung laughs.
“Have you seen Tisha yet?” Taehyung asks and Jungkook raises an eyebrow.
“No…should I have?”
“For fuck shakes….” You whine and Taehyung chuckles.
“You’ll find out sooner or later.”
Wooyoung emerges from the crowd and throws himself at the bar. Sweat is beading along his forehead and his hair is now sticking to his face as he pants to catch his breath. You look at your friend and pat his back soothingly while raising your hand to order him a glass of water.
“So many people…and it’s not even just our company. There is another one here too.”
“I thought I didn’t recognize a lot of people,” Jungkook sighs and Wooyoung licks his lips.
“I don’t know how many times I’ve been hit on but someone grabbed my ass and I was done.”
“That fucking sucks.”
Everyone stares at Jungkook and his face heats up as he holds up his hands and shakes his head. “Oh my God! N-No, that’s not like…shit! That’s not what I meant. I wasn’t trying to be funny.” Jungkook stammers seeing that Wooyoung is dressed like a vampire.
“You’re so fucking stupid,” You laugh and Jungkook pouts while Taehyung just sips his new drink.
A piano playing a well known beat catches your ears and you perk up.
“I love this song!” You rush off to the dance floor without looking back and Jungkook growls seeing the different set of eyes following after you.
“Down, boy,” Taehyung teases and Wooyoung chokes on his water. “You can go if you want but Jimin and Hoseok are out there. The three of them together will be safe.”
Wooyoung nods in agreement and clears his throat, “When are you gonna drop the invite into the pack?”
“It’s open-”
“Never.” Jungkook’s voice is flat as he glares at Taehyung and Taehyung just huffs with an eye roll. “A human can’t be in the pack. It isn’t safe.”
Weaving in and out of people, Tisha searches for Jungkook. She has not found a single man dressed as the Big Bad Wolf and she is starting to wonder if maybe Jungkook hasn’t arrived to the party yet. She met Taehyung at the bar and while walking around she sees Jimin and Hoseok on the dance floor. Seokjin, Namjoon and Yoongi are sitting at one of the booths with drinks in front of them, just chatting it up, but no Jungkook.
Another thing that is bothering her is that the members of Jungkook’s pack are all dressed in a similar fashion. Eyeliner, smokey eyeshadows, leather and chains with black boots. She always thought that packs tended to do group costumes as part of their culture. It is in their blood to want to match or at least coordinate with each other.
Feeling thirsty, Tisha moves through the bodies around her and heads towards the bar. She spots Taehyung in the same spot that she left him but this time he is talking to another man. She cannot tell who it is from the back, but she knows that it isn’t Jungkook. Sighing, Tisha stands in front of the bar and ignores Taehyung and the other man as she orders a double shot of tequila with a long island iced tea as a chaser.
“You okay, Tisha? You’re looking a little down.”
Tisha’s eyes slide to the side and she sees Wooyoung looking at her with concern in his brown eyes.
“I can’t find Jungkook anywhere!” Tisha whines and Taehyung sips his drink. This has nothing to do with him. “His whole pack is here but he is-”
Tisha spots movement in her peripheral coming towards Taehyung and then there is a brief pause. She turns her head and sure enough Jungkook is standing a few feet away looking at the phone in his hand. A smile starts to tug at Tisha’s lips as she takes a step towards Jungkook but she stops and looks at him. He isn’t dressed as the big bad wolf at all. If anything he’s dressed as some wannabe rockstar from the 80’s.
“Hey…Jungkook?” Tisha calls out to him and Jungkook looks up from his phone. His eyes widen when he sees that Tisha is wearing a Little Red Riding Hood costume. “I-I thought you were gonna be a wolf?”
“Oh, um…yeah. I was just joking around.”
Tisha bites her bottom lip and tilts her head to the side, “You look good. This is a different look. It’s very…different.”
“Thanks! I’m the drummer in the pack,” Jungkook winks and Tisha giggles.
“Yeah? Are you good at banging things?”
Jungkook opens his mouth and quickly closes it before he rubs the back of his neck and Tisha’s eyes widen.
“Um, so-sorry, that came out wrong.”
Taehyung and Wooyoung share a look and before Taehyung can take pity on his pack mate, Jimin and Hoseok bust through the crowd of people with you right behind them. Jimin’s face is flushed and his eyes are ink black. Taehyung jumps to his feet and Jungkook is pulling you out of Hoseok’s grasp, pushing you behind himself.
“What happened?” Taehyung demands as he pulls Jimin into his arms. Jimin’s body melts, legs go weak and Taehyung helps him over to the bar. He sits Jimin in his chair and smooths the black hair from Jimin’s face.
Hoseok runs a hand through his own shaggy brown hair that is also cut into a mullet as well. “Some asshole siren tried to corner her-” Hoseok points in your direction, “into leaving with him.”
“What?” Jungkook whips around to face you and grabs your arms, turning you every which way to make sure you are unharmed. “Are you okay? Did he touch you?”
“I’m fine, Jungkook.” You cup Jungkook’s face in between your hands, seeing that his eyes are now ruby red. “I promise. Jimin defended my honor.”
“I should have ripped that asshole’s head off!” Jimin hisses and Hoseok rubs his back as he nods his head in agreement.
“Why didn’t you?” Jungkook snaps and Hoseok clears his throat.
“We’re at a work event, Kook. Wouldn’t be a good look for our very human bosses to see us covered in blood.”
Jungkook grumbles under his breath and nuzzles into the palm of your hand. You smile and coo at him, scratching right behind his ear.
“Who’s a good boy?”
“Fuck off,” Jungkook laughs as he pushes you away from him and you notice Tisha standing at the bar for the first time.
“I need a drink,” Jimin mutters and Taehyung waves over the bartender.
“Anything you in the mood for?” Taehyung questions and Jimin shakes his head. “Shots for everyone?”
“Yes!”
“Bring it!”
Taehyung orders two rounds of shots and you all gather around Jimin. Holding a glass in your hand you stand beside Jungkook and grin as you all clink your glasses together. Downing your shot you curse as it spills out of your mouth a little and dribbles down your chin.
“Did you fucking miss your mouth?” Jungkook laughs and wipes at the corner of your mouth with his thumb. “Such a messy kitten, huh?”
“Shut up!” You pout and your whole body shivers as the liquid makes its way through your body and warms your chest.
Jungkook brings his thumb to his mouth and sucks the extra liquor from his finger making your eyes widen, and before you can comment, Tisha speaks up.
“Are you two dating?” She asks, looking between you and Jungkook with narrowed eyes.
“What?”
“Excuse me?”
You and Jungkook take a step away from each other while shaking your heads.
“Wolfie isn’t my type.” You lie through your teeth. Jungkook is every bit your type, but he doesn’t date humans.
“Yeah, not really feeling the whole easily killed bit,” Jungkook points out and Tisha’s whole face lights up.
“Jungkook?” Tisha calls his name and sets her glass on the bar top. “Can I talk to you for a moment please?”
Jungkook looks at Taehyung for help but he is ordering another round while Hoseok is making sure Jimin is okay. Wooyoung is watching it all unfold and you are ignoring Jungkook now since Tisha’s question. Jungkook sighs and steps to the side, making room for Tisha to walk past.
“Lead the way,” Jungkook relents and follows Tisha in silence.
“You think she’s gonna drop the bomb?” Wooyoung wonders as he knocks back a shot and your face scrunches up.
Tisha and Jungkook…yeah that won’t go over well with the pack. The pack is a family and it is hard to leave, so when a member starts to court someone, the pack has a huge say in the matter. None of Jungkook’s packmates like Tisha and Jungkook has voiced his grievances about Tisha to you many times. Overall you think Tisha is okay, but she is a bit spoiled and wants things her way. You glance up at the glass ceiling of the club and the clouds above are a little darker but you can still see some of the stars in the sky.
“I think Jungkook is fucking clueless about her feelings and might break her heart,” Taehyung voices and you suck your teeth. You hope he doesn’t make her cry, that would be embarrassing for everyone.
Outside on a balcony tucked behind large white and gold curtains, Tisha stands with Jungkook hidden in the dark of the night. The air is cool enough for goosebumps to appear on Tisha’s arms and Jungkook frowns.
“We should get back inside quickly. You could get sick out here.”
Tisha smiles at Jungkook’s thoughtfulness and grabs the end of her cape before she hugs an arm around her body, underneath her breasts; surrounding herself in a little bit of warmth. Her free hand plays with a strand of hair and she looks up at the sky. Inhaling deeply before she lets it out, Tisha thinks of how she can start the conversation.
“It’s beautiful out tonight, right?” Her eyes fall to Jungkook and she watches in silence as Jungkook glances up at the stars, nodding his head in agreement. “I’ve always loved the night time, it’s so much more peaceful.”
Jungkook bites the inside of his lip, nibbling on the back of his lip ring as he listens to Tisha talk. He really doesn’t understand what she is trying to say but he’ll let her ramble if it makes her feel better.
“Jungkook can I…” Tisha sighs and tucks the strand of hair in her hand behind her ear. “Can I ask you a personal question?”
Jungkook’s brows raise and he stares at Tisha unsure if he wants to hear the question.
“Um, yeah…I guess.”
“Your pack. A-Are you together?”
“Huh?”
“Like romantically, are you together?”
Jungkook’s mouth drops open and his eyes widen, “What? Nooooo! No, no, no-” He laughs and shakes his head, “Luna, no! They are more like my brothers than anything.”
“Really? You guys seem close.”
Jungkook tugs at his earlobe and fiddles with one of the earrings. “I mean that’s what a pack is. They know me better than anyone in the whole world. They look out for me and make sure I’m okay. And I do the same for them. It’s hard to explain to a human, but think of wolves as-” Jungkook hums as he thinks of the right term to use, “Soulmates. That’s pack. We all found each other in this crazy fucking world and we make each other better, as brothers.”
“And if you want to date outside of the pack?”
“Date? Yeah, that’s an option too. Just because we live together doesn’t mean that we can’t date or have a normal love life. Our partners become part of the pack and that’s really it.”
Tisha nods her head at the information and Jungkook rubs the back of his neck, not sure what else to say.
“Jungkook?”
“That’s me!” Jungkook tries to joke and Tisha smiles.
“I um, I-I really like you and I want to…well-” Tisha sighs and shakes her head before she steadies her nerves. “Would you like to go out with me?”
Jungkook stares at Tisha unblinking. He looks down at his shoes, over to the plant in the corner and back to Tisha’s shoes before he looks up into her face. She is staring with wide eyes, her mouth pressed into a weary smile as she waits for an answer.
Jungkook’s mouth opens and closes a few times before he clears his throat and huffs out a dry laugh. “That’s um, well you see-”
“You can pick the time and place. I don’t care where it is as long as I’m with you.” Tisha quickly interrupts and Jungkook licks his lips, fighting to figure out how to break her heart nicely.
“Yeah, that’s not the issue, Tisha.”
“Do you want me to pick the place?” Tisha’s eyes seem to sparkle in the low lighting of the stars and artificial candle flames that sit in old iron lanterns.
“You’re not understanding me.” Jungkook sighs and licks his lips before he kicks at the ground with the toe of his boot. “I’m not going to date you…ever.”
“Wh-What? B-But, why? You’re single and I’m single.”
“Yeah, but I’m not attracted to you. I never was and I’m sorry if I ever gave you that impression but-”
“Is it someone at work? Do you like someone else?”
“What?”
Jungkook’s eyes double in size and Tisha laughs something hollow and cold. In the green of her iris, small wisps of smoke start to swirl around in her eyes as the wind around them picks up.
“Who is it, Jungkook? Who can’t let you go? You belong with me!” Tisha shouts above the wind as it starts to moan and groan. Leaves and debris from the street are whisked into the air and thrown about. “Who?!” Tisha demands and Jungkook shakes his head.
“What are you doing, Tisha? Stop it! You’re going to hurt someone!” Jungkook takes a step forward and Tisha shoves her arm out. A strong gust of wind knocks Jungkook back onto his ass and his eyes glow red as he glares at the woman before him.
“If you won’t tell me who it is then everyone shall suffer!”
“What?!”
Jungkook watches in horror as the clouds above darken into a deep grey, almost black and circle over the club. A sudden bolt of lightning strikes the building and the whole place is plunged into darkness before the clouds start to thicken and drop down into a cyclone with the club being in the eye of the storm.
“I can’t date you, Tisha!” Jungkook yells as he forces himself to half shift, his nails elongating enough to dig into the concrete beneath him. “You’re human. Witch or not, it wouldn’t work!”
“That’s a lie!” Tisha shouts and another bolt of lightning strikes the building, this time a deep emerald green color. Green smoke falls from the cycling and there are sudden screams from inside. Jungkook’s eyes dart towards the doors and his heart pounds in his chest, he can feel his pack mate’s fear through their bond. Suddenly everything inside goes quiet. The screams, the music, everything is deathly still and Jungkook’s eyes shift to red.
“What did you do?” Jungkook demands. He can’t feel his packmates anymore. Tisha grins and it’s wrong. Twisted and crazed as she licks her lips.
“This is your punishment, Jeon Jungkook! Suffer with everyone else!” Tisha hisses and crackles something wicked before she disappears in a green poof of smoke. The clouds lighten and thin out and shortly after like the play button on a remote had been pressed the lights in the club come back on.
“Jungkook?!”
“Kookie!?”
Namjoon and Seokjin’s voice call his name over the music, closer to the door. Jungkook glances at where Tisha stood, scared that she will harm his packmates even when he cannot smell her.
“Jungkook?!”
Arms wrap around Jungkook, the scent of pack, his pack floods his senses and his body slowly untenses from the unease that grips his heart. He is stuck staring at the spot where Tisha was standing and Namjoon waves his hand in front of his face.
“Jungkook, what the fuck happened? We felt your fear from inside…are-are you okay?” Seokjin looks over Jungkook’s body while Namjoon searches the balcony for anything unnatural.
There is a scent in the air, heartache, longing and such ire. Namjoon rubs his nose and sneezes, shaking his head as he walks back over to Seokjin who is helping Jungkook stand on his own two feet.
“What happened?” Seokjin asks once more and Jungkook shakes his head. He doesn’t believe it himself.
“Hyung…Tisha is a witch. I-I think she put a curse on me?”
“What?!” Namjoon and Seokjin both shout and stare at Jungkook in disbelief; he is just as shocked. Witches aren’t rare but they tend to work and live within their coven. To have a lone witch…Tisha must be very powerful.
“We need to contact Hyunwoo and-”
Someone screams from inside the club and the sound of glass shattering fills the air before growls, hisses and more screams pour out into the night air.
The three of them share a look and rush inside, scared for the rest of their packmates. Inside the club, a million different scents assault their noses. Strong scents of fear, confusion and bloodlust are hard to ignore.
“What the fuck is happening?” Seokjin gasps as he sees creatures being held down out all over the place.
The sharp scent of death catches Namjoon’s attention and he growls low in his chest, “Pack!”
Seokjin and Jungkook rush after him as Namjoon barrels through the bodies, pushing everyone out of his way. At the bar, Jimin, Taehyung, and Yoongi are acting as a living barricade around Hoseok who is holding your unconscious body as Wooyoung hisses, his eyes are black with red spider veins pulling at his pale skin, and there are razor sharp fangs dripping venom in his mouth.
Jungkook blinks a few times and rubs at his eyes. No, there’s no way. Wooyoung isn’t a vampire, he’s human like you…Jungkook looks past his packmates and his breath catches in his throat. The grey ears on top of your head twitch and flicker in his direction before Hoseok’s red eyes find him.
“What the fuck?!” Jungkook growls under his breath and Hoseok is just as confused.
“We need to get out of here, now!” Yoongi growls as he shoves Wooyoung back, sending the fledgling into the nearest table.
Wooyoung picks himself up and snarls, his teeth dripping venom and before he can attack, another vampire, much older and more powerful (Jungkook thinks his name is San) grabs him and uses his own power to put him under.
“Thank you.” Yoongi gives the vampire a firm nod and they all turn to your unconscious form in Hoseok’s arms.
“We leave now.” Taehyung leaves no room for debate and they all form a barrier around you and Hoseok.
“Oh my God! It’s BTS!!” Someone’s voice shouts over all the chaos and all at once, all eyes in the place are focused on Jungkook and his pack.
“Huh?” Hoseok looks around confused, he isn’t sure what is going on. BTS? Yeah, that’s what they decided to call their little band for the night. It’s short for Bangtan Sonyeondan, something Namjoon and Yoongi came up with on the fly.
“Jungkook, marry me!”
“Yoongi, marry me!”
All over everyone is screaming their names, shouting for their attention and are forcefully restrained by security guards. One guard comes up to them and others clear a path for the group to be led down the steps and onto the first floor.
The pack looks at Taehyung and he nods his head, his face void of any emotion. Hoseok tightens his hold around you and together, BTS walk through the cleared path and down the steps. The DJ from before is completely marble and stands frozen in time. Jungkook’s eyes widen as he follows the group and notices that they are being led to a stage that he didn’t notice in the midst of everyone dancing before.
As Taehyung steps onto the stage, the others follow suit. Hoseok silently hands you over to Jimin and pats his shoulder.
“Keep her safe…”
Jimin shifts you in his arms while the rest of the pack go up on stage and his nose wrinkles as lime zest and cane sugar tickle his senses. A faint milky undertone sits at the base of the scent and Jimin growls low. Omega.
On stage, Taehyung steps up to the mic and clears his throat.
“Uh…yeah. So, we’re BTS and I honestly have no fucking clue what is going on. But, whatever! We’re here and it would be a waste to pass up such a nice stage.”
Jimin snorts at Taehyung’s words. Something has happened and while he isn’t sure what, Jimin can smell the ever subtle trace of magic in the air. The pack all look at each other and take their positions, Jungkook sits behind a drum set, Hoseok and Seokjin grab guitars, Namjoon picks up a bass and Yoongi stands behind a keyboard.
Taehyung howls into the mic and Jungkook comes behind him on the drums. Namjoon’s fingers pluck at the strings of his bass while Seokjin starts the rhythm and soon the whole band is playing as Taehyung sings.
I can feel you, I can hear you, howling in my bones
There’s an evil lurking in the dark (there’s an evil lurkin’ in the dark)
Ever shifting, skin is ripping, as you take control
I can’t tell where you end and where I start (there’s an evil lurkin’ in the dark)
Namjoon and Jungkook act as the backing vocals, giving the song an added layer of dark mystery.
A ferocious diagnosis, under moonlit hands, will
The man become the monster or the monster become man?
Seokjin sings in a higher register than Taehyung and the crowd is eating it up.
I could be up all night, but I’m paralyzed when the creature comes alive
'Cause it’s fight or fright, in the full moonlight
You can run but you can’t hide
I could be honest, I could be human
I could become the silver bullet in your head
But no one can break my heart like I can
(Werewolf)
As Yoongi howls and the band continues to play, you start to stir in Jimin’s arms. Your eyes open, squinted and blinking rapidly as you try to adjust to the lighting. Jimin coos down at you, nuzzling his nose against yours with a pensive smile on his face.
“Hey, welcome back.”
You groan in response and Jimin carefully lowers you to the floor, keeping an arm around your waist as strength comes back to your legs. Everything is loud, so, very loud. The lighting is making you feel sick as well and the top of your head feels like it’s on fire. You reach up to scratch at your scalp and Jimin quickly grabs your hand.
“Wait…j-just wait a minute.”
“It itches! This headband needs to go.” You whine and Jimin nods his head in understanding.
“Right…the headband.”
Jimin lets go of your hand and you eye him weary as you reach up to snatch the headband from your head. You touch something soft and your whole body shivers, your stomach twisting into knots.
Bleed the neon from the bite marks, ever bittersweet
Smile for the camera but don’t flash your teeth (everybody loves a mystery)
Let the bodies hit the dance floor to this heartbreak beat
I feel like somebody’s watchin’ me (feels like everybody’s watchin’ me)
Seductively destructive, we are true romance
Does the man become the monster or the monster become man?
Your head snaps to the side and your eyes widen at the sight of Jungkook and his pack performing on stage. You remember Taehyung telling you that Hoseok could not play the guitar, but you can’t tell from how he is shredding away. Your eyes jump from member to member and they are each playing the instrument that Taehyung has told you about. You never knew that Jungkook could even play the drums.
“What is even going on?” You whisper, feeling like this has to be some kind of dream.
You look at Jimin to ask a question and gasp, flinching when you feel a sharp pain in your lower back. A hiss spills from your lips and Jimin eyes you critically. Your eyes start to water and you don’t understand why you are in pain. Jimin’s eyes soften in understanding and he moves you to stand in front of him.
“One moment, kitten.”
Jimin forces his nails to grow and pinches the fabric of your bodysuit between his fingers. Carefully he rips the fabric at the base of your spin and you shiver as his fingers wrap around something that wasn’t there before. You feel Jimin pull something out of your bodysuit and the pain is gone.
“Feel better, kitten?”
“Um…yeah. W-What did you do? What did you pull-” You jump at the feeling of Jimin’s hands on your…it’s not your butt but it’s pretty close. Turning your head to look over your shoulders, your hazel cat eyes double in size at the sight of a grey tail. “Is that-”
“You’ve got a tail to match your pretty ears…”
“I-I…what is happening to me?”
Jimin wraps his arms around your waist and holds you as you slowly start to fall apart. Your thoughts are running a mile a minute, you don’t understand what has happened. One minute you were joking with Wooyoung and the next everything was pitch black and you suddenly had the worst headache of your life. Wooyoung dropped to the floor unconscious and when you checked for a pulse there wasn’t one.
Your head still hurts and when you go to rub it once more, you feel soft fur as it tickles your fingertips. Ears…you have real animal ears on top of your head where your headband should be.
Jimin nuzzles his nose into your neck and you purr, your body feeling lax as you lean against his chest. Jimin hums deep in his chest and inhales a lungful of your new scent.
“Mmmmm. You’re a hybrid from the smell of it, kitten…and you smell wonderful.”
“A-A hybrid? But, how? This has to be a dream.”
“That we’re all in and aware of?” Jimin muses and you gulp. He has a point there. Maybe this is more like a nightmare. “Let’s just roll with it for now and we can figure out what the fuck is going on after. Right now no one is trying to kill, attack or fuck anyone, so I’ll take that small victory.”
“What are the guys going to do?”
“What do you think? We’re BTS, the world famous rock band!”
The name rings a small bell deep in your subconscious and slowly, song after song plays in your mind. BTS, Bangtan Sonyeondan. Yes, you remember now. BTS is a band that you work with…no. No, that can’t be right. It doesn’t make sense. Why would BTS work at your company? Your mind is starting to feel hazy, molasses slow as the memories of the pack start to shift into fleeting meetings and longing stares shared through a screen. What are you even doing here by their manager’s side?
The song changes and Namjoon howls. It makes your ears twitch and your eyes focus on the drummer, Jungkook as he starts to move around.
보름달 아래서
허벅지를 꼬집고
참아야 하는 거야 no
옆에 누워있는
살짝 비춰지는
널 어떻게 해야 돼
Taehyung growls the word “wolf” low into the mic and your tail wraps around your waist as Jungkook howls. On the second “wolf” the whole band howls along with the other werewolves in the club. Beside you, Jimin smirks and throws his arm over your shoulder.
“Shall we get a drink? The others will come up when they are done.”
“S-Sure…” You struggle to find your footing as Jimin grabs your hand and pulls you through the mass of bodies with two members of security tagging along. As you walk up the steps to the second floor, you feel the haze of your mind lifting. You shake your head trying to clear the lingering effects of whatever was going on downstairs and Jimin helps you sit at the bar. He keeps a hand on your lower back, just above your tail and tells you to sit forward on the stool, so that your tail isn’t squished. You take his advice and Jimin nods, proud of himself as he sits beside you.
“Water?” Jimin offers and you hum in agreement. Water sounds like the safest choice since you still have no idea what is going on.
“How long will this-” You motion to your ears and wiggle your tail behind you, “Last? I don’t know if I can take the amount of smells coming at me.”
Jimin coos with a frown and places a hand on your knee, “We’ll figure something out. As a demon, my nose is better attuned to curses and there is magic in the air. It’s faint but there.”
“A curse did this?!” You stare at Jimin in disbelief. “Who would even want to do this?”
“You’d be surprised.” Jimin laughs and runs a hand through his ink black hair. “It has been quite a while since I’ve seen a spell of this caliber. To affect everyone, both human and mystic alike…I hate to say it but I’m impressed.”
“Says the demon that just became the manager of a famous band,” You frown and Jimin chuckles.
“What can I say? I’m blessed!”
Jungkook is panting by the time he walks off the stage with the rest of his pack. His hair is plastered to his forehead by sweat and the jacket he had on is now draped over one of his arms. He knows his graphic t-shirt is soaked, he can feel it stick to his chest, abs and back. It’s a gross feeling but the cheering from everyone in the club is worth it. As he heads up the steps that lead to the second floor, Jungkook feels his inner wolf pace around. The animal is uneasy and Jungkook cannot remember why.
Reaching the second floor, Jungkook easily spots Jimin and sees that he is talking to what looks to be a hybrid. Needing a bottle of water, Jungkook makes his way to the bar and the scent of freshly zested limes dusted in cane sugar smacks him in the face. The wolf inside purrs in content and presses at the forefront of his mind. Jungkook’s eyes shift to red and Jimin’s gaze meets his own. The demon grins, his teeth gleaming in the lighten as he licks his lips and says something to the hybrid before him.
The hybrid turns in their seat and piercing hazel cat eyes stare into Jungkook’s very soul. The ears on top of your head twitch and your tail quivers, your chest rumbles with a loud purr and Jungkook is standing in front of you in the blink of an eye.
“Kitten…wow.” Jungkook’s eyes glance up at your ears and heat creeps up the back of your neck and runs fire hot under your cheeks.
You duck your head to gather your thoughts, unable to think straight with Jungkook looking right at you but he isn’t having that. Lifting your chin with his index and middle finger, Jungkook growls in warning and narrows his eyes.
“Eyes on me-”
The faintest hint of sweetened milk invades Jungkook’s olfactory and he leans forward, grazing his nose along the pink leather of the choker around your throat. Your breath catches in your throat as Jungkook inhales deeply and you whine, your tail flicking around behind you.
Jimin slides off his bar stool and disappears into the bodies that are on the second floor. He knows when he isn’t needed.
A hot dampness, pressed against your neck, the choker in the way, guarding most of the skin as Jungkook samples your new scent gland. You shiver and Jungkook’s inner wolf howls.
“Omega.”
Jungkook’s nose presses against the choker and he inhales again, your scent creating a warmth deep in his stomach that makes all the blood rush to the knot in his pants.
“A-Alpha?”
The title is a high pitched whine, a mix between a purr and cry. Jungkook growls as your sent spikes, the cane sugar now much sweeter and it makes his mouth water.
“What do you want, Omega?” Jungkook flicks his tongue against your choker and nips at the leather with his teeth. You can feel the warmth of his breath as he breathes against the moist skin. Jungkook hums in question as you remain silent, your scent becoming sweeter and sweeter as the seconds pass. “Tell, Alpha, pretty kitten. Tell Alpha what you want.”
“K-Knot. Want A-Alpha’s knot!”
Jungkook’s wolf claws to the surface, determined to answer his sweet omega’s call as your body trembles in front of him. Jungkook grabs hold of your hand and tugs you towards the restrooms. Kicking the door open to the women, Jungkook shoves you inside and snarls at an older bird hybrid that is coming out of the men’s room. He slams the door shut and clicks the lock in place before unbuttoning and unzipping his pants.
Your senses are in overdrive, your body feels too hot and you feel a gush of liquid spill from between your legs. You whine at the feeling, not used to the heady scent coming off of Jungkook or the wetness between your legs.
“I know, ‘mega.” Jungkook huffs with a chuckle as he pulls his dick free from his black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Keeping his back towards you, Jungkook bites his lip as his groin tingles and he starts to pee on the floor by the door, the liquid seeping under the crack of the door and spilling out into the hallway. Jungkook grumbles as his wolf yips in delight. Now, no one will try to come into the bathroom. He gave them a clear warning that this place is his and soon he will show everyone that the omega is his as well.
“Wolfie!”
Jungkook tucks himself back into his pants and spins on the heel of his boots. There you are looking like sin. Your chest is heaving, sweat is beaded on your forehead and your hazel cat eyes are blown wide. What a pretty sight, his pretty little kitten. Jungkook walks over to you, his boots landing heavily against the floor before he is standing in front of you. Jungkook’s large hand wraps around your throat and you whimper, widen your legs as he steps closer. You can feel the heat of his body through your clothing, you can feel the stiffness of his dick and it makes your mouth water.
“Messy kitten,” Jungkook coos and licks at the corner of your mouth. You didn’t even realize that you were drooling. You part your lips and turn your head slightly, as best you can with his grip on your throat. You greet his tongue with yours and Jungkook groans at the taste of you. He licks into your mouth, exploring every crevasse as he devores your moans, swallowing them down like a sweet treat. Fingers dig into your hip and you gasp as he pulls you flush against him, his thigh pressing right into your clothed clit.
Grinding his thigh against you, Jungkook relishes in the soft wet squishing sound your pussy makes as the fabric becomes soaked. The light grey fabric darkens in one spot and Jungkook groans as you nip at his pierced lip with your newly sharpened teeth.
“Easy, kitten.”
“K-Knot me Alpha! Want your knot!” You beg, your hips starting to jerk against his thick and corded thigh.
“Make it messy for me, kitten.” Jungkook mummers as he trails his lips up your jaw to the lobe of your ear. “Ruin these pants and I’ll knot your pretty pussy.” Jungkook takes your lobe between his teeth and tugs it lightly. “Can you do that?”
“Y-Yes! Yes, Alpha!”
You grab at Jungkook’s t-shirt, fisting the material in your hands as you start to grind down on his thigh harder. Jungkook looks down his nose at you, watching you get yourself off with little to nothing but the promise of his knot. The wolf inside is happily wagging its tail and howls. Your scent is maddening, Jungkook wishes he would have told you to ride his face and not his thigh. You start to pant more, soft moans and fevered ‘ah, ah, ahs’ fill the air as you reach closer and closer to your release.
Jungkook takes pity on you, he reaches between your bodies and presses his thumb right against your clit adding more pressure. Your back bows and you yowl in pleasure as your stomach tightens forcing more liquid to spill from you. Your walls tighten around nothing but that’s okay. The promise of Jungkook’s chock eases the ache and as you shiver from the afterglow of your release, Jungkook removes his thigh and rips your bodysuit right down the middle.
You yelp from sudden display of strength and Jungkook chuckles as your scent grows even sweeter. Grabbing your hips, Jungkook spins you around and pushes your outfit off your shoulders. It gathers at your hips and catches on your tail which makes Jungkook growl as he rips the suit once more. It falls to ribbons at your feet but you don’t care about that. What you care about are the set of red eyes drinking in the baby pink lingerie that does very little to hide your body in the bathroom mirror.
“Fuck…” Jungkook’s hand rakes up your sides and slides forward, cupping your breasts and squeezing them before he licks at the side of your neck. “Look at you, so fucking sexy. So fucking-” Jungkook tweaks your nipples between his fingers and chuckles as your tail swats at his side.
“Fucking perfect for me.” Jungkook pulls the bra down, letting your breasts spill out over the fabric before he slides a hand down the front of your body and teases the apex of your thighs.
“I can smell you from here kitten.” Jungkook slaps your thigh twice and you part your legs, giving him access to your dripping core. Cupping your sex, Jungkook pushes the thong to the side and teases two of his fingers between your lips. You shiver at the warmth and your eyes flutter closed. “Eyes on me!” Jungkook demands with a quick slap to your thigh.
Opening your eyes, you watch as Jungkook drags his hand from between your legs and lifts it up to eye level. You can see your arousal coating his fingers in a clear fluid that is sticky as he separates his fingers creating a thin spider-like web between them. You watch, mouth dropping open as Jungkook licks his index finger with the flat of his tongue before he sucks his middle finger into his mouth. His eyes never leave yours as he releases his fingers and trails them down the length of your body. It disappears behind you and you can feel Jungkook shifting around before the warmth of his bare thighs grazes your ass and tail.
You lean forward, back arched with your ass poking out, chest nearly spilling into the cool white porcelain of the sink. Biting his lip, Jungkook purrs in approval and grabs your ass in his hands. He squeezes the globes of flesh tightly, his eyes falling to the smooth-looking skin. He glances at your reflection in the mirror to make sure that you are still looking at him. He smirks and delivers a quick slap to your right cheek. You whine at the slight pain, but it makes your walls clench, more of your arousal seeping from between your legs. Jungkook giggles, fucking giggles as he soothes the sore spot with his hand and nibbles on his lip piercing.
“Gonna make sure you’re fucking always full, kitten. Can’t wait to cream this pussy and plug you with my fat knot.”
Before you can even beg, the heat from Jungkook’s cock shuts you up as the tip slides between your folds and kisses your entrance. One single push and Jungkook bottoms out, your walls stretching with a dull pain that makes you whimper in delight.
“Shhhiiiit!” Jungkook groans, his head falling forward as he starts to thrust his hips shallowly. The warmth of your pussy is addicting, the smooth endless glide of your slick is everything and more that Jungkook has ever imagined. Looking at the way your pussy stretches around his cock, Jungkook tightens a hand on your hip; his fingers digging into the flesh as he picks up speed.
Skin on skin, wet and loud. Squashling, squeezing, dripping, and warm, so fucking warm. Jungkook’s eyes zone in on the tail at the small of your back and licks his lips. Running a hand down your spine, he grabs the base of your tail and gives it an experimental tug. Your walls wrap around him in a vice, daring him to move as a full body orgasm is ripped out of you. Your toes curl, your eyes slam shut and you scream, your hazel eyes now a vibrant blue as your canines grow double in size.
“F-fuck!” Jungkook smacks his lips as he continues to fuck into your pussy. “That’s in ‘mega. Make it creamy, baby.” Jungkook’s voice is deeper, more of a hiss as the thin white translucent slick from your pussy circles the base of his dick, covering his half-formed knot.
Jungkook’s eyes shift to red and his words slowly fade away, giving room for more growls and snarls as his wolf takes over. Another wave of pleasure washes over your body. Your back arches and your tail wraps around Jungkook’s wrist as you plead for his knot, begging him to plug your needy hole.
Slamming into you, Jungkook feels the way your womb opens up to him, the way it craves his seed and that spurs him on. Gripping your hair, Jungkook pulls you upward and groans as your walls pulse around his dick. His teeth ache, feeling too big for his mouth, just the right size for the empty spot over your scent glade.
“Mine!” Jungkook growls as his knot starts to swell to the size of a softball. “Mine…mine!” The round base pushes against your entrance and your legs shake as your pussy is stretched even more to accommodate his size. Licking his lips, Jungkook howls as his knot pops into you with a loud squish and you scream as his teeth sink into the meat of your neck. Wetness sprays from around Jungkook’s knot, your walls squeeze, push and pull, trying to force him out and keep him in. It’s a painful mixture of pleasure that has you seeing stars, and when the hotness of Jungkook’s seed fills your womb, you shiver.
Your neck stings, burns something awful before a cooling numbness spreads and seeps deep into your veins.
Love.
Want.
Need.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
Blue eyes meet red ones in the mirror and your inner cat curls into a little ball of soft, soft warmth. Tears blur your vision as Jungkook releases your neck. His tongue is rougher as it licks at the open wound and he shushes you, rubbing his hands up and down your back before he gathers you in his arms as best he can with his knot still locking the two of you together.
“Shhh, kitten. It’s okay, I got ya. I’m here.” Jungkook tilts your head and licks your tears away, pressing his lips to your cheek and inhaling the scent of you and him. The wound on your neck has closed over, no longer bleeding but it isn’t fully healed. It’s an ugly shade that you know will take some time to go away but you will wear it with pride.
Tears spill over your eyes and Jungkook’s scent changes as he starts to panic. “I’m sorry, fuck! I’m sorry…I didn’t ask!”
You don’t care about that, not really. You have loved Jungkook for so long, and you pray that this isn’t some stick and twisted nightmare. Jungkook always says that he will never date a human because they are too fragile and he cannot always control his wolf. You understood that you had no place beside Jungkook other than as his friend… But now?
“W-What happens now?” You cry, gripping onto Jungkook’s forearm as he holds you up right. “I’m…I’m not a real hybrid-”
“Hey, hey! No, none of that kitten.” Jungkook presses a million kisses to your cheek and hugs you tightly.
“You won’t want me when I change back.”
“I will always want you…” Jungkook drops his forehead to your shoulder and kisses your new mating mark. “I love you.”
“W-what?”
Hot tears stream down your naked back and Jungkook sniffles.
“I love you. I-I don’t care if this is temporary.”
Your lower lip wobbles and you shake your head unable to understand. Jungkook loves you…but-
“Jimin and Hoseok will figure it out. They’re demons, this is their shit.”
“And if they can turn me back?” You ponder and Jungkook picks his head to look into your eyes through the mirror.
“It is your call, kitten. I will love you either way. The mating mark will not go away…we can figure it all out.”
Jungkook’s knot starts to deflate and he carefully pulls away from you before he spins you around and tugs you into his arms. His lips are soft as he kisses you breathless. Love, so much love is poured into the kiss and you melt into his body.
“I love you, Jungkook.” You whisper against his lips and Jungkook smiles, his nose scrunching up as he nuzzles against your mating mark.
A knock at the door makes both of you jump and Jungkook growls loudly.
“Are you done yet?” Yoongi’s voice comes from the other side of the door. “The Ward of Magic is here!” He informs you and your eyes widen. The Ward of Magic? They only come when a serious crime has been committed.
“Do you have my jacket?” Jungkook calls out and Yoongi rolls his eyes.
“Right here, Kookie.”
Jungkook steps away and pulls his shirt off over his head. He eyes your body and looks down at his shirt…Ripping the shirt a few times and making a couple of knots, Jungkook holds out what is now a cute and edgy skirt. You quickly put it on, pull your tail through a rip and keep your back towards the door while Jungkook grabs his jacket from Yoongi.
“For fucksake, Kook! Put your dick away!” The pack alpha scolds and Jungkook slams the door in his face. You giggle upon turning around and seeing that Jungkook’s ears are tinted in embarrassment.
Jungkook holds out his jacket and you slip your arms into it. Carefully, you remove your shoes and Jungkook snickers as you step out of your destroyed body suit. Shoving your feet back into your shoes, you head into the stall and quickly clean yourself up while Jungkook does the same.
“Ready?” Jungkook questions, his large boba eyes filled with fierce determination.
“Ready.”
Hand in hand, you and Jungkook exit the bathroom and Yoongi is waiting against the wall with a small smile on his lips.
“Welcome to the pack, kitten.” He giggles, seeing the mating mark on your neck, and Jungkook licks his lips. He knew that his whole pack would feel it the moment he bit you, but having the pack alpha’s approval makes a weight in his chest lift. Jungkook nudges you to head out first, so that he can speak with Yoongi alone. Yoongi raises an eyebrow and quickly scruffs Jungkook on the neck gently. “Guess you were blessed with a curse huh?”
Pre-menstrual depression is always depicted as like "He He! I had a box of icecream bars and cried while watching the Titanic!" But in reality, it's more like, "I'm standing the edge of an abyss. There is nothing good inside of me, I'm filled with rage and desperation."
It's crazy that being told how to deal with that is never a part of anyone's menstrual sex education.
This has already been said in the notes, but if PMS causes extreme depression and even suicidal ideation, that is in fact something that most people do not experience and it can be treated
Like for the majority it really is "oh i'm hungrier and moodier than usual"
^this should be a part of sex education so the point still stands
I went to my doctor after I was walking to work one morning and saw a bus coming and actually took a step to throw myself in front of it before I pulled myself together. Later that day I started bleeding and was literally like someone flipped a switch and I didn't feel suicidal anymore. Which made me feel like I was loosing my mind because who goes from 'I want to throw myself in front of a bus' to 'I'm perfectly fine' just like that? I did some research, I went to the doctor and described my feelings, he looked me in the eye and gently asked what I thought it was, I said I'd read about PMDD and I thought it might be that, he said 'I think so too' and wrote a prescription.
If, before you get your period, you feel furiously angry, suicidal, irritated by every tiny thing to the point you want to murder someone, stuck in a black hole you'll never escape from. If you are experiencing extreme emotions for what seems like no good reason, especially if you get your period and those extreme emotions just go away. You're probably not just PMSing , you may have PMS's feral big sister PMDD and it's treatable.
Also this is something that can develop as you get older. So if you used to get normal PMS but what I wrote above sounds more like your norm now then don't just write it off as regular PMS.
You enter the ridiculously named ‘The Fairy Pawmother,“ a hybrid shelter, with very low expectations. Instead, you meet a beautiful Dragon hybrid named Namjoon, gaining a family and so much more.
Humans are so ungrateful. You, a helpful eldritch entity, was tired of hearing humans mope and whine about how they wish they had a better body. When you decide to turn everyone into their perfect bodies, instead of thanking you, they beg and cry for their old bodies back. Rude.
"what did students do before chatgpt?" well one time i forgot i had a history essay due at my 10am class the morning of so over the course of my 30 minute bus ride to school i awkwardly used by backpack as a desk, sped wrote the essay, and got an A on it.
six months later i re-read the essay prior to the final exam, went 'ohhhh yeah i remember this', got a question on that topic, and aced it.
point being that actually doing the work is how you learn the material and internalize it. ChatGPT can give you a short cut but you won't build you the the muscles.
