Summary: Jungkook reveals why he rejected you. But is it enough for you to forgive him?
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You watched, mesmerized, as Jungkook fidgeted with his hands, the chords of muscles in his forearms flexing. His gaze was downcast, his plump lower lip caught between his teeth, as he struggled to find the words to stay. You found that this uncharacteristic nervousness made him seem more genuine, but still, it was difficult for you to trust Jungkook after everything that had transpired.
After recently regaining some of your memories, the wounds Jungkook had inflicted still felt fresh. Your heart ached as if it were only moments ago that Jungkook had tossed you aside.
The conflicting memories of Jungkook warred in your mind. On one hand, Jungkook had rejected you with cutting words and a cold heart. But on the other, he had helped nurse you back to health and remained resolutely by your side. Which one was the real Jungkook?
You wanted desperately to hold onto the version of Jungkook you had imagined as a young girl, not the one who had been sleeping with your best friend.
“She won’t believe me,” Jungkook thoughts interrupted. Your gaze flickered to his, but he was still staring at the ground, unaware that he was projecting his thoughts. You could feel his uncertainty and fear through your soulmate bond. The sudden urge to comfort him arose, but you pushed it down.
“Jungkook, I promise I’ll listen,” you said quietly. His head shot up, Jungkook’s wide eyes peering into yours. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. “I can’t promise that I’ll believe you, or that everything will be fixed, but I’ll give you this chance to explain everything.”
Jungkook sighed and looked away, his jaw clenching.
“I know I need to explain this to you,” Jungkook began slowly. “But this is really hard for me. I don’t want to show this side of myself to you.”
“Believe it or not, I don’t hate you now and I probably never will,” you said with a small laugh. “We’re soulmates for a reason, you know.”
Jungkook gave you a small smile, his gaze flickering down. “I guess I’ll start from the beginning then.”
You nodded, waiting patiently as Jungkook took an unsteady breath. He closed his eyes for a moment, before exhaling slowly and looking back at you. His eyes were raw and honest.
“The first time I heard your thoughts, I was six,” Jungkook recalled with a fond smile. “You didn’t hear me for awhile later. I still remember what you thought. ‘That looks like a fun tree to climb.’”
“That was the first thing you heard?” you asked incredulously. “I remember that! I climbed a tall-ass tree in the park, and I fell and broke my arm.”
“I know,” Jungkook replied grimly. “I felt it, too. For such an underdeveloped bond, it didn’t make sense for me to be able to feel your emotions. But I could. All I could feel was your panic and pain.”
You winced, recalling the memory from all those years ago. For a six-year-old, it was a terrifying experience.
“I was so young at the time,” Jungkook continued. “I didn’t understand why I could feel emotions that weren’t mine. I didn’t know why I could hear someone else’s thoughts. And I couldn’t understand why I cared so much about a person I’d never met.”
You opened your mouth, but Jungkook cut you off immediately. “Don’t apologize,” Jungkook said, smiling slightly. “I got over it, eventually. It got easier when you started to hear me.”
“That wasn’t until, like, a year later,” you frowned. “That must’ve been so strange.”
“It felt a little intrusive,” Jungkook shrugged. “But your thoughts were pretty entertaining. Plus, I was a really shy kid, so you were my only friend for a little while.”
“That’s really sad,” you said quietly, your voice lilting. “We didn’t have an actual conversation until we were nine.”
“We could have had spoken sooner, but I didn’t want to,” Jungkook confessed, looking away. “I learned how to block my thoughts, mostly. Sometimes I can’t, if I get too emotional.”
“Why didn’t you want to talk to me?” you questioned, a little hurt.
“It wasn’t you,” Jungkook replied immediately. Then, he frowned and clenched his fists. He didn’t speak for several moments, but when he did, his voice was quiet. “It was because of my parents. They were soulmates, but for some reason, they didn’t get along.
“My mom found out that my dad was cheating on her, and it was a mess. They divorced a few months later. My mom got custody, and my dad sort of spiralled,” Jungkook explained, his voice coloured with shame. “I didn’t know how to face my own soulmate after that. I didn’t even know if I could believe in soulmates anymore.”
“Jungkook, I’m so sorry,” you whispered. “If I had known, I would’ve–”
“No, I didn’t want you to know,” Jungkook interrupted. “You were the only person I could pretend to be fine with. You were the only person who didn’t know how fucked up my family–how fucked up I was.”
“You were just a child,” you argued. “How could I think badly of you?”
Jungkook just shook his head. “I wanted to seem like a good person in front of you,” he said. “Even after my parents, I still wanted to believe in soulmates. I wanted to have something to look forward to. You were always so happy, it was easy to pretend with you.”
A few moments of silence passed as Jungkook tried to collect his thoughts. You wanted to reach out, to hold him, but you didn’t know if he would appreciate that.
“My mom had to work a lot to support me and my brother, so she wasn’t home often,” Jungkook continued, his voice low. “My dad picked up drinking. He tried to take us home with him, once. The police had to come.
“My brother was hit pretty hard, since he was older when it happened. I was in middle school when he started high school. He joined a gang, started getting into fights and dealing.
“I didn’t follow him, but I got involved with some pretty bad people. You know what my reputation’s like–it’s because that’s who I am. From high school till now, all I did was party. I drank, I did drugs, I slept around.”
“Why didn’t I know any of this?” you asked, confused. “In all the years we’ve been talking, I couldn’t tell that a single thing was off.”
“I showed you what I wanted you to see,” Jungkook replied with a cold laugh. “I was hoping by the time I met you, I would’ve already cleaned up my act. I didn’t expect to see you that night, and I was so ashamed of myself. And I ended up pushing you away, because I wasn’t ready for you to see me like that.
“You were the last person I wanted to hurt, but I fucked it up anyway,” Jungkook said, his words venomous. “I ruined everything before it even began. It’s fucked up, but after you lost you’re memories, I thought it was like a second chance. I know, it’s fucking disgusting, but I wanted you to see the person I could become.”
“Look, I know everything about me is fucked up, okay?” Jungkook spat. “I don’t want to hear apologies, I don’t need pity. I don’t need forgiveness, either. This is the truth. This is everything I never wanted you to know.”
“Jungkook!” you repeated, more firmly this time. You reached out and grabbed his hand, which was clammy, and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Listen to me. All I wanted was for you to be honest with me. It doesn’t matter if you’re embarrassed or ashamed of your past, of yourself. If I’m your soulmate, I want to love all of you.”
Jungkook stared at you, his mouth hanging open slightly.
“If anything, I wish I could have been there for you,” you continued sadly. You played with his large hand, weaving your own fingers in between his. “We’re soulmates, you know? We’re supposed to support each other. There’s a reason why we’re connected, even if we don’t understand.”
“I just hate disappointing you,” Jungkook sighed, squeezing your hand back. “I was afraid to see our relationship crumble. Just being soulmates–I don’t know if that’s enough. If I’m anything like my father–which I am–then we’re doomed.”
“Don’t say that,” you scolded him gently. “I’ll admit, there are some things about you that aren’t great. But you’re more than your mistakes. You’re passionate and kind, and you’ve shown me the best sides of you, too.
“We aren’t so two-dimensional, Jungkook. I’m sure I’m not the perfect person you made me out to be when we were younger,” you laughed.
“But you’re perfect for me,” Jungkook insisted, then blushed deeply. He gulped visibly and looked away.
“Look, I don’t know if I forgive you yet,” you said, and you saw Jungkook deflate. “But I will eventually. I want us to move past this together.”
“Thank you,” Jungkook whispered, his voice cracking. He looked up at you. “I know I don’t deserve that, or you. But you’re the reason why I even try. If it wasn’t for you, I’d have probably given up already.”
“You should want to live for yourself, Jungkook,” you smiled sadly. “I am your soulmate, but I’m not your entire world.”
You pulled Jungkook into your arms, and he immediately buried his nose in the crook of your neck. You weren’t sure, but you thought you could feel wetness against your skin. Was he crying?
“You helped me a lot these past few weeks,” you continued, holding Jungkook tightly in your arms. “Let me help you now. We’ll make it through this, together. Okay?”
Jungkook nodded against your neck. And despite how terribly everything began, you were almost certain that everything would turn out just fine. With Jungkook truly by your side now, you felt strong. You were determined to unravel the mystery of the boy in your arms, who felt as far away as he was close.
- Girl in Luv
One more part to go, then it’s finished! How did you guys feel about this chapter? Are you still mad at Jungkook? His behaviour sort of makes sense now…I hope. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this series, and thanks to everyone who stuck with it! Look forward to the last instalment of I Got You On My Mind. I’m always so thankful for the support we receive, from the replies to the fanmail. You guys are the best! Happy reading 💛
BTS Reaction to You Finding Out They’re With You Cause of a Bet
Requested by @yona–hime;“Bts reacting to you finding out that the reason they approached you was because of a bet even though you’re an item now and they’ve actually fallen for you. I’m in the mood for a bit of angst.”
Note: bless your soul, angst is everything. *credit to gif owners*
"Is that what I really mean to you?” You questioned and he instantly felt his throat swell, his heart threatening to burst as he looked to you in dread. You had found out that he was with you because of a bet, but little did you know that he was actually in love with you.
“Save it, Seokjin.” You whispered, not sparing the man a second glance and although he wanted more than anything to engulf you into his arms; he was scared that he would break you further.
He let you scream at him, he watched those tears cascade down your cheeks as anger was slowly overfilling you to the core. He did nothing but stare, wanting to say anything or do something but he knew deep inside, that he deserved whatever you threw at him. “Was I only a game to you?” You choked, and something within him shattered.
He slightly dipped his head, giving you his full attention and you froze from seeing his eyes whirl in internal fumes. “Please, don’t ever say that again,” his voice was monotone but you felt the anger interlacing his every word, “believe me when I say this, I truly do love you.”
When he saw you from a distance, he ran to you through the empty building with a large smile plastered onto his face, only for you to raise your hand to stop him silently. He was confused, and once you brought up the bet and how he could have lead you on for so long, his smile was no longer apparent as he stared to you apologetically. “I love you,” his voice was weak, running a shaky hand through his hair as he couldn’t bear to look you in the eyes. “And if you leave, it’ll break me..because,” his eyelids fluttered shut, taking a deep breath before looking into your eyes, “you’ll be taking a part of me with you.”
"Is it true you’re only with me because of a bet?”
His whole body stiffened, eyes filled with horror as he slowly watched your features go from calm to sudden disbelief. He was quick, not even giving you a chance to yell at him as he began to speak in the speed of light — explaining everything to you. “I know you know that I love you,” he proclaimed, grabbing your hand as he began to rub soft circles on the back of it with his thumb. “And all I know is that if I didn’t put that bet into action,” he gulped, “then I wouldn’t have ever been able to call you mine..”
He felt utterly disgusted with himself, knowing it sounded horrible that you were a target splurged in the middle of a bet. Yet, as you screamed to him to tell you why he did it, his eyes were clouding with tears. He didn’t know what to do, never wanting to hurt you but at the same time, he never wanted to lose you either. “I-I..” Sighing, he clasped your hands in his as he brought them up to his lips, pecking them softly. “I’m so sorry, but please, give me a chance.” He pleaded, a tear slowly trickling down his cheek. “I’ll do anything to show you that what I feel for you is..real.”
He didn’t know what was worse, you crying at finding out that he was only with you because of a bet or you throwing what he said to you during your intimate times to his face as if it were all lies. He meant no harm, and he knew it was his fault that this bet would soon interfere with his relationship with you. You were slamming your fists against his chest, pushing him back as his bangs covered his eyes like a sheer curtain before he grabbed you wrists — staring deeply into your eyes and freezing you in place. “I could have ignored the bet, but I didn’t, why?” He looked to the side, heartbeat racing as his eyes softened, “easy, because...*gif*”
He wished he could have said anything to keep you from walking away in tears, shattered pieces of your heart trailing behind you but he was in utter shock. He loved you so much, he wanted to keep you by his side forever and he only felt pathetic and weak at having crystallized to you finding out his dark and horrible secret. He was indeed a shell of what he used to be, his soul escaping after you to protect you from anything especially himself; and when the boys were worried about his state of mind and asked if he was okay, he could only shake his head no as the tears he tried so hard to keep at bay began to come crashing down. “I need her back..”
Summary- You’ve been friends with Taehyung since you were 7, and you were disappointed when he told you that he was moving to Seoul to become a trainee at BigHit Entertainment. A few years later and you get a call from your childhood friend, and when you come to meet him, you’re surprised when he is living with six other people. You become friends with all of them, but your friendship with Taehyung only grows stronger. This causes a problem that you didn’t expect. Jealousy.
(It may take a second for Jungkook to come into the story because I had to give back story and such for you and Taehyung but I’ll try to speed through it)
“I’m moving to Seoul.”
You could say you were upset. You could say you were sad. But you didn’t know what to say. You could only stare wide eyed at your friend. Your friend that you’ve known for years. Almost eight years to be exact.
“Y-You’re m-moving?” You could only repeat what he said. Your mind wasn’t able to force your mouth to speak other than those two words. Taehyung nodded, his black bangs swaying. “I’m leaving tomorrow.”
“Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?” He could tell that you were starting to get upset, and he avoided your eyes. He swayed back and forth on the swing set you two were on, his legs bending and unbending.
“I just…I couldn’t find a way to say anything. Every time I see you, I can’t find the words…” His words came out as mumbles and you could see that he was tearing up.
Taehyung has always been a sensitive person, and you knew that not only was this hard on you, but this was very hard for him. You reached over, your hand grabbing his thigh. He looked back up at you, a tear slowly falling down his cheek.
“I’m not mad.” You lied. Of course you were mad, but you couldn’t tell him that. That would hurt him more. “I just wish I knew a lot earlier.” That was the truth. Taehyung nodded, quickly wiping the tears from his eyes, a small smile growing on his face.
“Remember that audition I did last month?” You tilted your head in confused by the question. “Yeah. Why?” He rolled his eyes at how oblivious you are. “That’s why I’m moving. I’m going to become a trainee so I can hopefully become an idol.” He couldn’t hide his excitement as he explained and it all caught up to you.
Taehyung is an amazing singer, and you should’ve known after he went to the audition that of course he would be chosen. You smiled wide, the feelings you had earlier getting replaced by happiness for Taehyung’s accomplishments. “That’s amazing!” You grabbed his hands and squeezed them tight. His smile widened to his familiar box smile, which was your favorite smile of his.
“I’m proud of you, TaeTae.” You called him his nickname and he hummed, nodding. “Will you come with me to the transport station?” You immediately nodded at his question. There was no way in hell that you were going to miss seeing him leave.
He smiled, quickly standing from the swing to wrap his arms around you and lift you up. You squealed, slapping his arm to let you go. “Yah, don’t hit me, I’m older than you.” He hissed playfully.
He always says that when you hit him and you scoffed, raising your arm again and he flinched, flashing you his box smile. “You may be four years older but I’ll still hit you.” You warned. He scowled. “No respect for your elders…” You huffed, nudging him and he chuckled, his arm coming around and resting on your shoulders.
It is true that Taehyung is four years older, but he didn’t care and neither did you. You both have similar interests and no one in the neighborhood was better than you two. Though, things were tough with him being in high school and you still being in middle school. But you chose not to dwell on it.
“Let’s go, it’s getting dark.” Taehyung’s words cut you from your train of thought and you nodded, walking with him towards your neighborhood.
Today felt like the longest day of your life. There was no school so you ended up sitting in your room for hours, waiting to get the text from Taehyung that he was outside.
When he did finally text you, you sprinted from your room and out of your house, seeing him outside with a few bags around him. You tried to smile but you couldn’t. No matter how happy you were to see him, you knew today was going to be your last for a while.
Getting to the transport station only took half an hour since you live relatively close, but it didn’t stop the walk there from being dead silent. You felt as if there was so much to say, but it didn’t feel right. Talking would only make this more difficult.
“How long will you be gone?” You looked up at Taehyung, his expression calm but his eyes showed the sadness he felt. “I really don’t know, (Y/N).” He instantly wrapped his arms around you, your face being buried into his chest. “But I’ll call you every day. I promise.” You felt tears start to develop and you held him close, your shoulders shaking as you cried.
Taehyung rubbed your back, shushing you calmly. You were surprised that he wasn’t crying either, but you knew that if he did cry, he’d never leave. “I’ll try to visit whenever I can.”
Those words gave you hope, knowing that you’d see him again soon. You slowly let him go, his hand holding on tight to yours. You watched as his transport came up, Seoul, Korea flashing in red on top of it.
He looked at you, almost as if he was asking permission and you nodded. His hand slowly let go of yours and he grabbed the rest of his bags, his eyes never leaving yours before turning as he climbed onto the subway.
You looked through the window as he walked to his seat, setting all his things down before sitting down next to the window. He looked back at you, meeting your eyes and he flashed you his familiar box smile before the subway started to move, and he disappeared down the trail.
That was the last time you’d see that smile for a while.
Taehyung kept his promise, calling you every day and he visited twice every four months. But soon, calls every day turned to calls once a week. And instead of visiting twice every four months, he’d visit once every ten months.
Then…it was like he never existed. You never got any calls, and he didn’t visit anymore. It was like he was completely gone from your life, and you were gone from his.
You hate high school. Not because of the classes, but because of the people. All they did was annoy you, and it drove you insane. So when you finally graduated and were offered to transfer to an all girls university in Seoul instead of the university in your city, you took the offer as soon as it was given.
“You work one on one with a teacher, and it’s an ‘At-Your-Own-Pace study. Your grades are phenomenal, so I’ve decided to apply you.” You jumped excitedly, hugging the head of your school board. “Thank you so much!” You grabbed your bag, taking the folder of info before running out of the office.
Your parents seemed to have been more excited than you were, and you smiled wide at the mention of a large family dinner. Everything felt perfect, and when you finally stood in front of the university, your bags in your hands, you knew you made the right choice.
You got to work one on one with a teacher, and you were able to work at your own pace, so you spent most of your time in your single dorm, studying or listening to music.
You quickly adapted to being at the university, and after a month, you had many friends, and the teachers were impressed by your work. You were living the dream.
You sat on your bed, doing research on your computer so you could quickly finish a research paper. You were reading about women in history, which wasn’t your favorite topic but it was something quite fascinating to learn. You were reading an article when you heard your phone buzzing.
You told everyone you knew that you’d be busy for a few hours so you could concentrate on your research, so you stared at your phone, confused that someone would be calling you. You picked up your phone and looked at the caller ID.
You sighed. You knew it was going to be one of those numbers asking about your credit card, which you didn’t have. Ever since you turned eighteen, it seemed that every scam artist had your number and was waiting to get your information so they can leave you bankrupt.
You contemplated on whether to answer the phone or not. Naturally you wouldn’t, especially if you’re doing homework. But something about this phone call didn’t feel right, and the thought of not answering it made you feel uneasy.
Your finger hovered over the answer button before pressing it, your phone flying to your ear.
“Oh good, your number didn’t change.”
You heard a deep voice respond and you furrowed your eyebrows. They seem to know you, but you have no idea who this man is.
“Who is this?” You heard the man on the other line scoff. “I can’t believe you don’t remember your childhood friend. Did you get a new phone? Aish, even then you should remember what my voice sounds like.” He complained to himself.
Your mouth shut tight, your hand shaking slightly as you held your phone to your ear. There was no way it could be him. After years of not hearing from him or seeing his face, he was suddenly calling you after a month of living in Seoul.
But you couldn’t help but say his name, just to assure yourself.
“Taehyung?” You felt your words only come out as a whisper and you were worried that he didn’t hear you but you were almost excited that he responded back. “Yes?” You couldn’t help the scoff that left you. “Are you really Kim Taehyung?” You asked.
“Are you really asking me that? Shouldn’t you know who you’re talking to? It’s been seven years and you still have no respect for your elders.” He argued, and you couldn’t help the wide smile that spread across your face.
“Kim Taehyung! I can’t believe it’s you!” You screamed into the phone. You got up from your bed, jumping happily in excitement. “I feel like I haven’t heard from you in years…oh that’s right. Because I haven’t.”
Taehyung sighed, his voice almost soothing to your ears. “I know, and I’m sorry. Training has been a struggle, so I haven’t really been able to keep in touch with anyone.”
You understood him, even if you didn’t particularly like that he had cut contact with you, you knew that it wasn’t on purpose. “I’m not mad.” Taehyung exhaled in relieve at your words. “Good.”
You two didn’t say anything after that, finding comfort in the silence at knowing you two were still there. The silence only lasted a minute though, when Taehyung asked you a question.
“(Y/N), where are you? Can we meet?” You looked around your room in surprise as if he was going to magically appear behind your door. “I’m-I’m in Seoul! I go to an all girls university here.” You walked to your closet, grabbing a small coat.
“Oh really? That’s amazing! We’re in the same city now. We should meet up somewhere. What’s close to you?” He asked and you thought to yourself, trying to think of a place that would be good to meet up. “Um…the only place I can think of is this bakery/cafe that’s ten minutes from the university. It’s called Kyo Bakery.”
“Perfect. See you there!” Taehyung quickly hung up, leaving you slightly disappointed that he didn’t stay on the phone with you, but you were more excited that you’d actually be seeing him. Face to face. After seven years.
You put on your sneakers and quickly walked out your dorm, looking around as girls moved past you to either go to their dorm or go to their lesson. You moved past them, making your way past the gate and out into the open city of Seoul.
The walk didn’t take long at all, an exact ten minute walk from the university and you were glad that you didn’t choose someplace farther. You walked into the bakery, the smell of fresh pastries and the faint smell of coffee invading your nose and you hummed at the delicious scent.
You walked up to the short line that went to the counter and you gazed at the menu, looking at what you wanted. The line went by pretty quick and before you knew it, you were up to the counter, looking at the woman as she stood smiling.
“What would you like?” She asked, looking at the screen in front of her before looking back at you. “Hm…I’ll get a caramel macchiato and…a raspberry muffin.” You ordered what you usually get, which didn’t surprise the woman at the counter. She nodded, tapping at the screen as she put in your order.
“Okay…that will be 12000 won.” She said, looking up and her eyes widened as she stared behind you. You looked at her, noticing her gaze and you suddenly felt someone press behind you as they reached over and handed her their card. “I’m paying for it. Add a hot chocolate and an egg bread to the order, please.”
You heard a familiar deep voice and you froze as the woman nodded, adding his order to yours and took his card from his hand, swiping it before handing it back to him along with his receipt.
“Thank you.” He said politely before moving so he was standing next to you and you looked to see Taehyung. With that all too familiar box smile. “(Y/N)…I’ve missed you.” He murmured before grabbing your hand and pulling you with him to a booth in the back of the bakery.
You both sat, and for a minute or two you two just stared at each other, completely speechless. “I can’t believe you’re really here…and your hair.” You weren’t able to notice until now that his hair was now long and ash blonde, the light color being a huge contrast from when you last saw him and his natural black hair.
“I know…it’s been dyed quite a few times but this is the first time for my hair to be so long.” He touched the ends of it, his bangs almost covering his eyes. His eyes snapped back to you and he smirked. “You haven’t changed at all.” He teased and you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “Yes I have. I’m tall, my hair is long now, and I don’t look like a little boy anymore.” You whined.
Taehyung analyzing you slowly. “You’re right, your hair is longer. But you’re still short. And for the whole ‘little boy’ topic, that’s only because you finally have boobs.” You gawked at him, surprised by his words.
“That’s not the only reason!” You exclaimed, but he ignored you, chuckling at you before averting his eyes to the woman from behind the counter, who handed you your orders. “Here you go.” She said, placing them on the table. “Thank you.” You and Taehyung both said at the same time.
You looked at each other in amusement and the woman smiled, looking at Taehyung. “You’re V from BTS?” She asked and Taehyung looked at her, hesitating before nodding.
“My daughter is a fan, is it okay if I get an autograph?” Taehyung nodded, smiling softly and he took the pen and paper from the woman politely and signed it before handing it back to her and bowing. “Thank you for supporting BTS.” He said before watching her walk away.
“V? You’re famous now?” You asked, taking a sip of your macchiato. Taehyung looked at you as if you grew another head. “Do you not listen to music? Or watch the news? Or go on social media?” He asked. You shook your head. “I am too busy with my studies for social media, but I do listen to music.” You confessed.
“What do you listen to?” He asked, a little bewildered by your answers. “I listen to a lot of Western artist. I like the music they make in America.” You took a piece of your muffin and popped it into your mouth. Taehyung sighed, slumping in his chair. “You’re just like Jungkook.” He mumbled.
“You raised an eyebrow. “Jungkook? Is that one of your band members?” You asked and Taehyung nodded. “Do you know nothing about me?” His voice coming out slightly hurt.
“I mean, I haven’t seen you in years. I just assumed that you moved on with life without me.” Taehyung was quick to grab your hand. “I would never.” He assured you, a playful smile on his face and you giggled, smacking his wrist lightly.
“Well then, V, tell me about what you’ve been up to. Who are these members that you’re with?” You sipped from your cup again, looking up at him. He took a bite of his egg bread, looking from the pastry to meet your eyes. “Why don’t I just introduce you to them?” He suggested and you quickly shook your head.
“No no no, Taehyung you don’t need to do that.” You set your cup down, waving your hands in refusal. “You know I don’t do well around new people…I’m all awkward and stuff.” You mumbled. Taehyung laughed out loud at that, causing you to glare at him. “You’re awkward no matter what.” He teased before grabbing your hand.
“Come on, come with me to the dorm.” He got up from his chair. He grabbed his egg bread with his other hand and you couldn’t help but chuckle. Taehyung loves his bread. “Okay, okay. But only because I know I don’t have a choice.” Taehyung smiled, pulling you close. “I’m glad that you still remember me so well.”
The walk to the dorm was the hardest you’ve ever had to deal with. When Taehyung said that you’d have to avoid fans and cameras, you didn’t think it would be like this. It seemed that fans visited the large dorm frequently, gifts ranging in sizes from small to gigantic being stacked in front and next to the door.
“Follow me.” Taehyung pulled you down an alleyway before quickly pulling you in through the back entrance that was hidden by tall trees. “This is how all the members get in, or else we’ll be mobbed by fans.” He opened the door and pulling you into the dorm house. You entered in, seeing a laundry room and racks of clothes.
“Sorry for the mess. It’s seven of us living here so…” He apologized but you quickly shook your head. “It’s fine. My dorm is for one person so it’s super small, it’s nice to be somewhere that’s bigger.” You looked at Taehyung’s relieved expression. You were entertained to see that seven years later, he still felt sensitive to other’s opinions.
“It’s Taehyung! I brought a friend with me.” Taehyung looked around as he held onto your hand still, pulling you around. You followed him like a lost puppy, sticking to him like glue.
As you two entered what you saw to be a large kitchen, you saw six other men sitting around a table eating kimchi ramyeon. They all immediately looked at you, all of their eyes widening.
“Taehyung…why is there a girl here?” One of them asked, his eyes wavering from you to Taehyung quickly. “She’s my friend. I’ve known her since I was little and we just met up cause she lives in Seoul now. She didn’t know that I would actually become an idol. She didn’t even know BTS existed until now.” All the members looked at you, their eyebrows raising almost in sync except for one, who stared directly at you as if you were God coming down to Earth.
“She doesn’t know who BTS is?” One of them questioned and you were the one to shake your head. “Never heard of you.” They all looked at each other, some showing sighs of relieve and some of surprise except for the one, who was still gazing at you.
“I suggested that she meet all of you, since she was curious about who I currently live and share a bathroom with.” He let go of you and moved so he was sitting beside one of them. He grabbed a bowl of rice, taking a spoon and shoving a bunch into his mouth, causing his cheeks to swell up like a chipmunk.
“Well, I guess we can just introduce ourselves since you have no idea who we are.” Another member said, a wide smile on his face causing his big cheekbones to raise.
“I’m Jin. I’m the oldest and most handsome member.” Jin smiled at you. You tilted your head curiously, not expecting him to be so straightforward and the member next to him glared at him. “Hyung…” He mumbled, shaking his head in embarrassment. He then looked at you, raising his hand and waving once.
“I’m Min Yoongi, but you can just call me Yoongi. But my stage name is Suga.” He explained. “He also talks a lot.” The same member who was smiling earlier at you teased and Yoongi looked at him, his eyes shooting lasers.
“I’m Jung Hoseok, but just call me J-Hope cause I’m your hope. You’re angel! I’m J-Hope.” He laughed out loud and you couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm.
The other members buried their face in their hands, slightly embarrassed. The member next to J-Hope raised his hand up slowly, looking at you shyly. “I’m Jimin.” He said simply, his smile making his cheeks raise and his eyes form into lines. He was so cute you couldn’t help the blush from forming on your cheeks.
“I’m Namjoon, I am the leader of BTS.” Namjoon introduce himself next, his soothing voice and friendly smile gave you comfort. You then looked at the man who was staring at you earlier and his mouth opened only to close again. He looked down, avoided your gaze. “I’m…Jungkook.” He murmured and it was almost hard for you to hear but you managed.
“Well um…my name is (Y/N) and I’m Taehyung’s childhood friend. You don’t have to worry about anything, I care about Taehyung more than the world so I won’t do anything to hurt him, or any of you. I’m hoping we can become close friends as well so…please take care of me.” You squeaked, bowing to all of them.
They all smiled at you, adoring you. “She’s so cute. Where did you find her, Tae?” J-Hope nudged Taehyung, his mouth full of ramyeon as he looked up at you. “Are you hungry? Sit down and eat.” Jin motioned for you to join him and he held out a bowl of rice, which you took politely.
“I haven’t eaten all day…Thank you.” You murmured and Jin smacked Taehyung’s back. “Yah! You’re gonna let a girl starve? Aish, you’ll never get a girlfriend.” Jin exclaimed, an annoyed expression on his face.
Taehyung gazed up at you apologetically and you simply giggled, ruffling his hair. “I’m fine. Taehyung paid for my order at the bakery we met up at, so he isn’t all that bad.” You teased an Taehyung narrowed his eyes at you, a pout on his lips.
You sat next to him, sitting close so you could lean against him. Even though you just met Taehyung’s members, you were still nervous, so you couldn’t help but cling to him.
As you took a bite of your ramyeon, you looked up to see Jungkook staring at you, his stare shifting between you and Taehyung before he looked away, his attention now at J-Hope as he spoke about their upcoming comeback.
“You haven’t seen our new comeback teaser, have you?” Namjoon spoke and you noticed that you were still staring at Jungkook. You quickly looked away before his eyes could snap back to yours and looked at Namjoon. “No, I haven’t.” You answered back and Namjoon was quick to take out his phone and search for it before handing it to the members to pass over to you.
You took Namjoon’s phone, the video’s thumbnail being Jimin. You looked at all of them to see them staring straight at you and you looked back down at the phone, pressing the video.
You were first surprised by the quality, but with it being 2017, the high quality wasn’t that much of a surprise. You saw Jimin in the video and once you heard his voice, your mouth was gaping open. His voice is so beautiful. You never thought you would hear such an angelic voice.
And the video gave off such a boyfriend aesthetic, you almost fell in love with Jimin as you watched it. You were so engulfed with Jimin’s voice, you didn’t notice that the video ended and you quickly replayed it, watching the video again. it wasn’t until you heard J-Hope and Jin laughing loud that you looked up, seeing all the members smiling at you, including Jimin who was blushing shyly.
“I’m guessing that you like it?” Taehyung teased and you quickly buried your face in his neck, embarrassed. “Jimin, I think she likes you.” You heard Taehyung say and you quickly pulled away from his neck, slapping his arm. “I-I don’t! I’m just…he’s really handsome and he has a beautiful voice is all.” You mumbled, your cheeks burning red. You looked up at Jimin who was smiling at you.
“It’s okay.” Jimin’s quick words somehow calmed you down and you nodded, returning a small smile. You heard a slam and you turned your head to see Jungkook looking at you, his eyes narrowed before he looked at the other members, his expression unreadable.
“I’m going to go take a shower…we have an interview tomorrow and I want to sleep early.” He mumbled, getting up and walking off down one of the hallways. You watched as he left before looking at the other members. They all shared your same expression of confusion. “What’s his problem?” Jin grumbled, his eyes flashing annoyance.
“I don’t know…Jungkook rarely gets angry.” Yoongi shrugged, getting up as well. “Hyung, I’ll help you clean. Jungkook’s right, we need to get ready for bed, we have that interview tomorrow and we won’t be in our right minds if we stay up too late.” He patted Jin’s back and Jin sighed, nodding.
“Alright. Well (Y/N), it was nice to meet you, but we gotta get ready for tomorrow. Hopefully we can see you this weekend? We’re going to Han River just to walk and enjoy outside.” Namjoon looked at you, his kind smile bringing you comfort. “Yeah, of course!” You smiled back at him and he nodded.
“Come on, I’ll walk you home.” Taehyung grabbed your hand as he got up. You nodded, quickly saying goodbye to the members before following Taehyung out the dorm.
The whole walk home and the days following after, all you could think of was Jungkook. Why was he so upset?
It’s only been three months, but it felt like years when you’re with BTS. Your bond with them was so strong, and you felt like you knew so much about all of them. You and Taehyung were inseparable, and whenever he wasn’t doing promotions for their new comeback or on tour, he was with you, and you were with BTS.
Even you and Jungkook started to become friends, but only when Taehyung wasn’t around. Whenever he was it was like he suddenly became distant, and angry. It confused you but Jin would just tell you not to think about it, and that sometimes Jungkook can be a little bipolar.
But it didn’t seem like that to you. How could Jungkook be so nice to you when you’re alone but once Taehyung was there, he was like a different person. It didn’t make sense to you and you wished that you weren’t so oblivious so you could figure it out.
“What are you thinking about?” Taehyung asked, squeezing your hand as you stood next to him. You always held his hand when you felt nervous, and you didn’t realize that you were holding his hand until he said something. “Is something wrong?”
You shook your head, looking up at him but he only raised an eyebrow. “You’re a bad liar.” He turned towards you, running his fingers through your hair and you slowly calmed down. “I’m just…thinking about Jungkook.” You admitted and he sighed, his mouth forming into a line.
“You should talk to him if it’s bothering you so much, (Y/N).” He held your face in his hands. “You’re so oblivious. If his behavior bothers you, just talk to him.” He pulled away, pointing to him. You looked in Jungkook’s direction, seeing him talking to Jimin in the kitchen. His eyes shifted to you and you quickly looked away.
“I’m…nervous.” You mumbled, moving so you were burying your face in Taehyung’s chest. Taehyung grabbed your shoulders, pushing you back slowly. “You can’t spend your entire life being nervous to talk to people.”
“Says the one who performs for a living.” You argued and he scowled, ruffling your hair. “Shut up…go talk to him.” He flicked your forehead and you winced, your hand flying to where it hurt and rubbing it soothingly.
You looked back up to see Taehyung on the other side of the room, talking to Namjoon and you sighed, turning your head to see Jungkook staring at you. He tilted his head slightly, motioning for you to follow him before walking down the hall. You hesitated, looking around to see no one paying attention and you quickly walked down the hall, following Jungkook in his steps.
He walked upstairs and you followed close behind, staring at his back as he walked into one of the rooms. You glanced inside to see a large room divided in half, one half with two beds and the other half with one. You walked inside and Jungkook stayed behind, closing the door behind him, leaving you two alone.
“I’m guessing one of these is yours?” You asked, standing in the middle awkwardly. Your hands played with the material of your sweater, clenching around the ends. He said nothing, his eyes burning into yours.
“Um…Jungkook…I’ve been meaning to ask you-”
“Why am I to you?” Jungkook interrupted you mid sentence and you stared at him blankly, unable to think of a response. “W-What?” He rolled his eyes, his arms crossing over his chest. “What am I to you? A friend? Taehyung’s friend? What? Do you even like me?”
Jungkook’s never ending questions left you flabbergasted and you couldn’t find the words to answer his questions. Jungkook started to get more frustrated and his jaw clenched. “I wish you would say something.”
“What can I say? I…I don’t know how to respond.” You ran a hand through your hair. “Just tell me the truth. Do you have feelings for Taehyung?” Jungkook held his gaze, his eyes wary.
“What? No!” You started but Jungkook only got angrier. “Don’t lie to me!” He yelled, which took you by surprise and you flinched back slightly. “I..I don’t.” You mumbled.
Jungkook’s tongue pressed against his cheek in annoyance and he started pacing his room. “(Y/N)…what am I to you?” He asked. “Why do you keep asking me th-”
“Because I need to know! Because I think I’m in love with you. No. I know I’m in love with you and it would hurt me if you’ve been leading me on all this time.” Jungkook got closer to you, his hands grabbing your shoulders to keep you in place as he leaned closer to you.
“What am I to you, (Y/N)?” Jungkook asked once more. Your heart felt like it was beating a hundred times a minute. “Jungkook…”
Everything felt like it was moving too fast. You didn’t know what to say to Jungkook’s question, and he scowled at your lack of an answer and grabbed your face, pulling you closer to him as he pressed his lips against yours.
His lips were slightly chapped, but they were soft and you couldn’t help but melt under his touch as he wrapped his arms around your waist, his arms tightening around you.
You froze when he pulled away, his eyes were dark and clouded. “You’re mine. You hear me?” His voice was demanding, but strangely you didn’t mind it. You quickly nodded and a smirk played at his lips before he leaned in again, his lips dominating over you.
Your knees felt weak and you slowly wrapped your arms around Jungkook’s neck. He suddenly growled against your lips and you were pushed against the wall hard, your hands being pinned above your head by his hands. “I didn’t say you could touch me.” He snarled and you nodded quickly.
What’s happening to me?
Naturally, you’re never like this. But there was something about Jungkook, that made you become a different person around him. It was like you liked to be controlled, but only if it were him.
Your thoughts were clouded when he pressed his lips hungrily against yours, his tongue snaking its way into your mouth and you instinctively moaned. Jungkook let go of your hands but you kept them raised above your head, not wanting to make him upset.
His hands trailed down your sides before going under your sweater, his warm hands leaving hot trails up your body as he lifted your sweater off of you, exposing your white bra.
He pulled away from your lips, looking at your body and you suddenly felt self-conscious. “So pure…yet you’re such a bad girl.” He leaned in quickly, attacking your neck and chest with kisses and leaving marks behind, sucking hard on your skin to leave dark red bruises that you knew would turn horrible shades of blue and purple that would last for days.
He pulled away, leaving you breathing hard and half naked. He backed up until he was a few feet from you. “Take it off.” He narrowed his eyes at you and you stared at him blankly. “Wh-what?” You asked and he rolled his eyes. “Take off your clothes. All of it.” He looked you up and down.
You looked down at your body, your hands hesitantly going behind you to unclasp your bra and it slowly fell to reveal your breasts. You looked up at Jungkook to see him staring at your breasts, his tongue poking out to lick at his lips. “You’re so beautiful.”
You don’t know why, but hearing Jungkook say that made your heart jump, and you were quick to take off your pants and underwear just so he could compliment you again. You wanted more. You wanted him to praise you.
“Come here, baby girl.” He called for you, his voice soothing and calm and you sauntered over to him, his arms wrapping around you. You got on your tip toes as he kissed you again, this time his kisses were soft and gentle, as if he were taking his time.
His hand went down to grab your ass. His hand was rough and you squeaked as he kissed you when his hand quickly smacked your ass, the stinging pain lingering. You felt his hand come down under your ass to start rubbing your folds, making your knees buckle as a surprised squeal left you. He held you up with his other arm, his arm wrapping tight around your waist as he held you against him, rubbing you faster with his fingers and his kisses swallowed your moans.
He pulled away making you gasped. You buried your face in his neck. “Stay quiet. The members are still here.” He warned. You nodded, your mouth now on his neck to quiet your moans. “Leave a hickey, and I’ll make sure you won’t walk tomorrow.” His words didn’t fear you, and instead it only made you more worked up, your legs trembling as his fingers found their way inside you.
“God, you’re so wet…are you wet for me, baby girl?” You shivered at his voice in your ear and you nodded. You felt him press himself harder against you and you felt something hard press against your waist. “See how hard you make me?” He breathed and you had to bury your face in his neck to muffle another moan, his fingers moving inside you while his thumb rubbed circles on your clit.
You suddenly felt empty when his fingers came out of you. “You’re not cumming till I tell you to. Now get on your knees and suck my cock.” He growled and you instantly fell to your knees, watching as he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He pulled down his pants and boxers, quickly taking them off.
Bigger than you thought, and you looked up at him, his pupils blown up to full size. “I’ve…”I’ve never…done this before.” You murmured. You looked down, feeling like you disappointed him but you snapped your head back up when you heard his voice.
“I’ll take care of you.” He said it so softly that you knew he wasn’t lying. His eyes were burning into yours as his fingers traced your lips before his index finger pulled down at your bottom lip. “Open your mouth baby.” He cooed. You obliged, opening your mouth big enough for him to slowly push himself in, the taste of pre-cum on your tongue.
“Now suck on me.” He directed you and you followed along, sucking as he moved in and out, his cheeks becoming slightly red as he groaned softly. His noises were quiet enough for only you to hear, and it turned you on tremendously.
“Fuck…that feels good.” He started to move a little faster and you looked up at him, his eyes closed and his bottom lip between his teeth. “Relax your throat and don’t try to breathe till I’m done…I don’t want you to choke.” He ordered quickly and you quickly did so, already having a feeling as to what he was going to do and you were correct when he started to buck his hips, fucking your mouth.
His quiet groans started to become slightly louder as his hands grabbed onto your hair, his muscles tightening as he breathed heavy. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck…” He repeated before pulling away, a trail of saliva following as you breathed heavily.
He smiled down at you, his thumb coming down to wipe the spit trail from your lip. “That was amazing, baby girl. I almost came.”
You smiled up at him, feeling like you accomplished the most. “Does my baby girl want an award?” He raised an eyebrow and you nodded quickly. “Get on the bed.”
You stood up and quickly walked over to the bed, sitting on it and facing him. Jungkook walked over to you, his hand coming down to push you slowly onto your back. “Move back till you’re at the headboard.” You followed what he said, quickly moving so your head was laying on one of the pillows.
Jungkook took off his shirt, his toned chest and abs making your mouth water. He crawled over to you, his face stopping between your legs. “Spread your legs wider for me.” He pressed a kiss against your clit and you hummed, spreading your legs wider.
His hands came down to hold your waist down as he immediately started to lick between your folders, his lips wrapping around your clit and sucking, making your back arch. You grabbed one of the pillows, putting one of the corners into your mouth and you bit down on the material to keep you from moaning loud throughout the dorm.
Jungkook pleasured you, his tongue doing wonders and your toes curled and your hand flew to his hair, clenching his chocolate brown locks in your hand. You started breathing heavy, a heated feeling building in your stomach.
“That…That feels so good.” You moaned and that only encouraged Jungkook to pleasure you more, making your legs shake as that heated pressure built up even more.
“Do you want Daddy to let you cum?” He asked against you, his tongue going back to your clit and flicking against it, causing your body to jolt. “Y-Yes D-daddy…”
Jungkook hummed at that, loving the sound of you moaning for him and he put all his attention on your clit, his tongue swirling around it and your legs started to shake again, the pressure building before you gritted your teeth, ecstasy washing over you as you came.
Jungkook watched, getting more turned on by how sexy you look when you cum. “God, you’re so fucking sexy. Get on top of me and ride this dick.” He groaned, laying down on the bed. He reached over, going into his nightstand and pulling out a condom. He tore it open with his mouth and quickly rolled it onto his dick before looking at you.
You took that as a signal to climb onto his lap. “Is this your first time?” He asked. You hesitated before nodding. He smiled, his hands massaging your hips. “I’ll be gentle on you at first, but I won’t be able to control myself later.” You blushed, nodding before moving so he was placed at your entrance.
You slowly lowered yourself onto him, his dick filling you and you hissed slightly in pain. “Try and take it all, baby…” He groaned, the feeling of you tight around him making his hands grip your hips tighter. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” He moaned, his eyes closing. You sat still, waiting for the pain to become more tolerable before nodding quickly.
“I’m ready.” You looked at him and he bit his lip. “Move your hips, baby.” You put your hands on his chest as you started to move your hips, his dick moving slowly inside of you.
You hung your head down, your eyes closing as you concentrated on not making any noise. “Oh..God..” You moaned quietly, and Jungkook groaned, his nails digging slightly into your skin.
You continued this, grinding your pussy against him as his dick moved inside of you and you looked back at him, the pain being replaced by pleasure. “Jungkook…please fuck me.” Jungkook opened his eyes, looking all over your body.
“Kiss me.” He said simply and you leaned forwards, his hands moving down to your ass. He lifted you up so your ass was in the air before bending his knees and thrusting up into you, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing throughout the room.
He was thrusting deep and hard inside you, the feeling of him pounding up into you making that familiar pressure built again. His lips were on yours, his mouth swallowing your moans as his tongue slid against yours.
He moaned into your mouth, his hands letting go of your ass and he pushed himself deep inside you as he rolled over, putting you under him.
You wrapped your legs around his waist and he started to drill into you, his cock pushing deep and hard, hitting your spot over and over and your eyebrows furrowed, the pressure was now over the top and your legs started to shake again.
“Fuck…I’m gonna cum..” You moaned, burying your face in Jungkook’s neck and he groaned, pounding into you harder and faster. “Cum for me, baby girl.” His thrust started to become sloppy as he was also close to releasing.
You came, your mouth on his neck as you bit and sucked, unknowingly leaving dark hickeys in your place. The pain mixed with the pleasure of you coming on his dick made him also release, his cum spilling into the condom as he rode out his orgasm.
He pulled out of you, the room being filled with heavy breathing from the both of you. “That…was amazing.” You panted, looking at Jungkook. He smirked. “Thanks.” He chuckled.
He sat up, grabbing his shirt from the floor. “Get dressed, we’ve been gone for a while.” You nodded, getting up from the bed and quickly put on your clothes.
After the both of you got dressed, you turned towards Jungkook. “So…are we…together?” Jungkook looked at you, amusement in his eyes. “I sure as hell hope so, or else we fucked for nothing.”
He chuckled as you blushed, looking down. You felt his arms wrap around your waist and you looked up, his eyes looking down at you lovingly. He quickly pressed a kiss against your lips, making you hum in satisfaction. “Come on, let’s go.”
A few hours passed and soon you had to go home. Taehyung walked with you, the moon illuminating the trees as you made your way towards your dorm.
“So…did you and Jungkook have sex?” Taehyung asked. You almost tripped on your way up the stairs and Taehyung grabbed your arm, holding you up. “I-um..” You started but Taehyung shook his head.
“I already know. You have hickeys all over your neck.” He teased, pulling the collar of your sweater down to expose the dark purple marks all over.
You smacked his hand away, quickly opening your dorm room door. “Shut up Taehyung, good night!” You yelled, slamming your door shut behind you. You heard him chuckle before his footsteps slowly becoming silent as he left. You sighed, sitting on your bed before laying down against it, your arms spreading out.
You were about to close your eyes before you heard your phone’s text tone. You looked at your lock screen, your heart beating hard when you saw it was a text from Jungkook.
You opened it up, your eyes opening wide and your stomach twisting into knots when you saw his text along with a photo.
I warned you not to leave any marks, baby girl. You left a lot. Now I have to make sure you won’t be able to walk after tomorrow night. Hyungs will be gone. Be in my room at exactly midnight tomorrow…or you’ll regret it~
I’m sorry if there are typos, it’s late at night and I’m extremely tired so I’ll fix all the typos as soon as I wake up in the morning tomorrow :)
Update: I fixed the typos and even edited some stuff, so if there are still some grammar issues, just know that English is not my first language so I (somehow like idk why I’m like this) still struggle with simple phrases. >_<
HOLY JESUS FUCKING CHRIST I DID NOT THINK I’D LIVE THROUGH THIS TO BE FUCKING HONEST.
let me calm down…
I hope you guys enjoy it :) I honestly worked really hard to make sure it was good, but I know it was kinda hectic in the beginning. Just bare with me, okay :’)
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His long legs extended across her lap as he took a large gulp of the amber liquid. Sighing contently, he placed the glass bottle on the floor and snuggled deeper into his couch.
Her hands were lazily drapped over his feet as she focused on the television. The movie that they had been watching was fairly interesting although she was having a bit of a hard time following the plot.
“Wait, is he the sister’s boyfriend?” Y/N asked her best friend who shook his head in return.
“No, that’s the guy they met at the bar who looks like the boyfriend.” Dylan explained.
Furrowing her eyebrows, Y/N continued to watch the film hoping somewhere along the way things would make sense.
This was their routine. Every Friday night for the past 3 years was spent on his lumpy couch drinking beer, eating pizza, and watching movies.
As the ending credits started, Y/N let out a soft yawn as she extended her arms.
“What did you think?” Dylan asked, eager to know what she thought of the film.
“I thought she was going to pick the boyfriend’s brother’s friend.” Y/N admitted with a giggle, thinking about the cliched love triangle movie she just watched. “The ending was very unexpected.”
Pulling his feet off of her lap, he sat on the edge of the couch.
“What about you?” She called out as he walked to the kitchen with his empty beer bottle.
“I was routing for the boyfriend’s brother’s friend too.” His laugh echoed throughout the kitchen.
Their friendship consisted of watching cheesy romance movies together, texts at 3am when they couldn’t sleep, and the comfort of knowing that they always had someone they could count on. It was completely platonic.
Kuroo Tomoko was a confident woman; not completely lacking
in humility as the word ‘pride’ might suggest, no, she was confident. She had faith in
her abilities (and her son’s, whatever she might say), and she held her
observational skills in high regard. It
was how she had known her son’s sexuality long before he finally outed himself
and how she knew now that Kenma was nervous standing in front of her.
a/n: Okay, I’m not new to writing or anything but this IS my first post on this brand spanking new account! I hope you guys like it!
warning: lots of angst and all that
summary: reader pines after Peter, who doesn’t realize it as he’s infatuated with Liz
I can’t say my heart didn’t break a little more each and every time I caught Peter staring at or blushing over Liz Allen. She was so freaking gorgeous, and in all honesty perfect in every single way, except for her personality maybe. Even though Peter and I had been the best of friends for years, I could never compare to how much love and adoration he had for the girl, and it broke me every single day.
I sighed heavily, trying to shake the depressing thoughts from my mind as I continued walking to school. I don’t know how it happened and I wish it never had, but one day I just woke up and saw Peter in a whole new way. He had just come over to my apartment for our weekly movie night, which had been our tradition since we were little kids.
I heard a knock sound from the front door, signaling that my best friend was probably waiting on the other side.
“Come in Peter! The doors open!” I shook my head, since he should already know that after coming to my house countless of times.
Anon Said: Hi?? Are requests open? I was wondering if you could do a KJ Apa smut where maybe the reader plays Veronica and he’s watching when Veronica and Cheryl have the dance off and maybe KJ gets a little excited and so the reader has to help him out in his trailer???
Warnings: Daddy Kink (bc my kiwi kutie is daddy af),SMUT unprotected (oral m on f) & somewhat fluff
“Babe hurry you’re gonna miss the first half” I whined positioning myself on the couch “Princess you wanted the popcorn” KJ chuckled making his way into the living room “oh hush”.
KJ placed down the popcorn which I gladly took a handful of “thanks babe” I mumbled with some already in my mouth. As the opening to our show ‘Riverdale’ began KJ made himself comfortable sitting with me in between his legs,back pressed against his chest.
I smirked to myself silently watching how Madelaine and I’s hours of choreography it truly looked better on screen. KJ began to shift making me get up from my warm place “Babe what’s wrong?” I questioned KJ completely ignored me shutting off the tv “nothing’s wrong Princess” he spoke lowly the look in his eyes made me feel hot “I was thinking about that body” KJ licked his lips crawling over me “KJ” my voice timid “shh baby just relax” he prepped kisses down my neck causing me to moan.
I could feel his hardened member on my thigh so I palmed him through his sweatpants KJ growled “don’t tease me princess” his voice in my ear. KJ moved back hovering my body as he removed his shirt revelling his deliciously toned body. His hands roamed under my shirt up to my breasts where he discovered I had no bra “already?” he smirked “it’s comfortable” I smiled up at him. KJ pressed his lips against mine feverishly as his hands kneaded my breasts causing me to moan out allowing his tongue to slip through.
KJ pulled away to remove my shirt then quickly reattached our lips together again “I want you now” he spoke between kisses I pulled away and looked at him “then take me” I smirked this was enough to set KJ off. He jumped to his feet and picked me up throwing me over his shoulder as he raced upstairs to our bedroom I giggled excited for what was to come.
Once in our room KJ threw me on the bed wasting now time removing my pants and underwear “fuck” he muttered more to himself than me causing a blush to creep up on me “so gorgeous and wet” he spoke as he kneeled before me. KJ began leaving a trail of hickeys up my thigh to my core his hot breath causing me to shiver “stay still don’t cum till I tell you” he warned placing two fingers in me. I felt my back arch off the bed his callused fingers always gave me the best satisfaction “faster” I moaned as I felt his tongue pass my folds.
He went faster with both his fingers and tongue as he took pauses to suck me “Damn KJ” I cried out clenching my walls. KJ pulled back sensing i was close, he got up and removed his sweatpants and boxers he moved to hover over me “you naughty girl you almost came” he paused just over my lips “even when Daddy told you not to” he tisked “bad princess” he kissed my lips I wrapped my arms around his neck wanting him as close as humanly possible.
I shrieked feeling him thrust into me roughly “KJ” I cried through the kiss he stopped his movements looking at me lustfully “Daddy please move” I practically begged him. KJ smiled and nodded “as you wish princess” his hips connected with mine at a fast and hard pace.
KJ grabbed my hands interlocking his fingers with mine as he left lovebites on my neck. I loved how KJ could be so rough yet gentle if you get what I mean. “Daddy I have an interview tomorrow I cant have marks” I whined “who cares I want the world to know you’re mine and only mine” he look down at me with such passion “and don’t even think about pulling makeup to cover it” he informed.
I felt my the ever so familiar feeling rising within me “faster Daddy faster” I cried “Princess I don’t think I cant last so long” his chest heaving in and out as he held onto the headboard for more support “me neither” I moaned feeling him hitting my g-spot “right there Daddy”.
KJ’s movements became uneven and sloppy with one final thrust we both came moaning in unison. We took our time coming down from our high then KJ pulled out rolling to lay next to me “man if I would have known you’d act like this after the dance off. I would have asked them to add it in earlier” I giggled turning to face him “I love you” he beamed kissing my nose “and I love you” I smiled snuggling into his arms drifting off to blissful sleep.
*The next morning*
“Welcome to CleverTV we’re on with Riverdale’s Y/n Y/L/n aka Veronica Lodge” the interviewer introduced me I smiled and waved at the camera “Hi thanks for having me” I moved a strand of hair behind my ear “whoa that’s quite some dark marks on your neck” she chuckled “um yeah” I blushed remembering last night’s events “wonder who gave you those” she quirked a brow looking to the screen behind us that showed pictures of KJ and I either kissing in the streets or walking hand and hand “tells us about last night’s episode. What was KJ’s reaction to Veronica’s dance off with Cheryl?” she questioned
I suddenly felt hot “um he enjoyed it” that was all I could say about it I mean was I supposed to tell her it lead to hot sex? no she smirked at me “enjoyed it huh. He’s a lucky man” she smiled “not as lucky as I am to have him in my life” I beamed she awed “that’s too cute”.
*later that day*
I got home feeling all gushy inside the interviewer asked me about my character ,who i thought killed Jason and my relationship with KJ it all made me feel happy.
I opened the door surprised to see KJ standing right in front of me “Princess I’m lucky to have you in my life. You complete me” KJ spoke as he embraced me “We’re both lucky to have each other in our lives” I smiled pulling away to give him a quick peck on the lips “love you” he hummed “love you” I sang back.
When both Draco and Harry are wandering around late one night due to nightmares of their past, they run into one another. Tired of fighting, they both decide to just.. talk. Harry learns why exactly Draco was on The Dark Lord's side, and Draco realizes Harry hates being famous, etc.. cute fluff where they end up holding hands/kissing?
this turned out really shitty sorry
Footsteps. Harry silently cursed himself for not bringing his invisibility cloak. He was up on the astronomy tower and assumed that it was around three in the morning. Harry stood up quickly only to be face to face with Draco Malfoy. His face had red splotches on it that Harry could barely see in the moonlight. “Malfoy.” He greeted.
“Potter.” The malice that was usually in his voice ceased to exist. His voice was hoarse, like he hadn’t spoke in years. “What are you doing here?”
“Nightmares.” He replied. Malfoy nodded, understanding the feeling of wanting to get away after dreaming of the war. Harry sat back down, looking out over the lake. “Well, sit down and you can start taunting me.” He patted the stone floor beside him.
“To tell you the truth, I’m tired of fighting.” Malfoy replied as he made his way over to Harry. “Let’s just… talk.”
Harry looked at him once he sat down, grinning slightly. “I would like that.” Malfoy grinned back and Harry decided he looked quite handsome when he wasn’t scowling. Malfoy rolled up his sleeves to reveal his fading Dark Mark which had already turned back to a dull red. “I thought-”
“Me too.” Malfoy interrupted, guessing what Harry was going to say. “All it did was fade.” He looked sadly down at his arm.
You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, trying to avoid
Zen’s glare. His scarlet eyes narrowed as you squirmed.
Just ignore him…
“Him-Ah, I-I mean,
Crap, I’m not crying
again, am I?
“…I asked if you invited Allergy to the next party,” Seven
leaned forward, slightly tilting his head. His eyes softened, silently asking
if everything was okay.
You gave him a reassuring smile. “Yeah, I sent an-”
“MC, can you help me with something in the kitchen?”
Zen moved his petite girlfriend off his lap and stood up. He
walked out of the room without an answer.
I guess I don’t have
much of a choice…
You sunk farther back into your chair and closed your eyes.
Maybe I can pretend I
didn’t hear him.
“MC, aren’t you going to help him?”
You gritted your teeth and slowly stood.
“I guess I will, Yoosung.”
As you walked away, Yoosung ‘hmph’ed.
“Who spit in her
coffee this morning,” he muttered.
Life. Life spit in my
You peeked your head into the kitchen.
Zen looked over at you, the familiar glare returning to his
Oh my gosh-
“-What the hell is your problem?”
Zen continued to stare at you, completely ignoring your
question. The kitchen light above you flickered, and the low hum of the refrigerator
filled the heavy silence.
“I don’t have to put up with this.”
As you turned away, a warm hand grabbed your wrist.
Slowly, Zen pulled you back in front of him. He closed his
eyes and sighed.
You looked down at the iron grip he had on your wrist, and
then back up to his face.
Seriously? First he
acts like some angsty teenager, giving me the silent treatment, and now I
can’t even leave?
The burning in your chest overwhelmed you, rage bubbling up
inside every inch of your body.
Okay, okay, I need to
You looked down at your shoes, trying to remember what Seven told you before the party.
Seven placed both his hands on your shoulders. “Okay, MC, listen up. I’m about to give you some grade A wisdom!”
You sighed and tilted your head. “What is it this time?”
“If you ever feel too overwhelmed just count to ten!”
“You know… one, two, three-”
“I-I know how to count,” you playfully pushed him away, “but does that really work? I mean, is that what you do?”
“No, I just push away the people I love and dig myself into a hole of self-hatred.”
“Anddddd, why can’t I do that??”
“Because,” Seven patted the top of your head, “I care about you too much to let you do that.”
Zen let out a heavy sighed, bringing you back to reality.
Counting to ten, huh? Alright… I’ll try your way first.
You let out a breath and looked back up at Zen. He opened
his eyes, loosening the grip on your wrist.
Zen moved closer to
you, his eyes trained on your face.
Your back hit the counter, trapping you between the wall and
His cold eyes turned soft, and the smile you had grown to
love appeared on his face once again.
You heart was beating so loud you could’ve sworn he heard
He let go of your wrist, slowly moving his hand up to your
The world around you stopped. Your stomach flipped, and you
mentally cursed at your now flushed face.
Zen’s eyes looked down at your lips, his hand slowly pulling
your face toward him.
You held your breath.
He leaned in to close the gap.
Zen’s warm and ragged breath tickled your nose. Your eyes wandered
up to look into his red ones, his faces only centimeters away.
Despite everything your heart was telling you, you pulled away.
Your back hit the cold counter again and you winced, readjusting your stance.
You leaned against the wall and stared at the white tile floor, avoiding the
confused look Zen was giving you. He cleared his throat.
“That was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.”
You bit your lip, failing to hold back the tears already
streaming down your face. You looked up at Zen through blurry eyes. “You have a
girlfriend… you didn’t choose me, you chose her.”
Your voice felt distant and unfamiliar. Slowly, you began
losing control of your surroundings. The world-
Your world came
crashing down. In one short burst of courage, you pushed past him.
“Can’t I love both of you?”
Those words stopped you in your tracks.
I’m such an idiot.
Everything felt cold and numb. Without turning around, you
“Are you really so selfish as to keep dragging me along like
some kind of… kind of… cat toy?”
Despite the situation, you smiled.
Jumin would be ecstatic right now.
You felt a hand on your shoulder.
“I’m not selfish, I just don’t want you to end up with…
“That’s the definition of selfish!! And who the hell else
That’s when it clicked. That’s when everything clicked.
You shrugged off Zen’s hand and opened the door to the
“MC, please just… wait!”
But you were done waiting. You stormed out of the kitchen,
Zen on your heels.
I finally understand
“There they are, we’ve been waiting! We’re gonna play
Jaehee smiled at you and Zen, oblivious to the fight that
had just occurred in the kitchen.
“MC, pleaseeee be
on my team!! I’ll be your best frienddddd!!!!”
Zen’s stare burned holes in the back of your head and you
heard him audibly scoff. Seven stood up
and smiled at you, extending one hand toward you.
In one big swoop, you grabbed his hand and pulled him toward
you. You placed a hand on the back of his neck, connecting your lips with his.
It didn’t take long for him to react. He cupped your chin,
deepening the kiss. When the two of you pulled apart, you were both out of
You wiped your mouth, sending a cold glare Zen’s way. When
you looked back at Seven he was as red as his hair.
“I-I thought you liked-“
You leaned your forehead against his.
“I like you,
Seven. It just took one selfish prick,” you glanced back at Zen, “to help me
figure that out.”
Seven gave you a goofy smile and-oh no…
“SevEN PUT ME DOWN!! D-Don’t spin me, I’M GONNA HURL!”
He laughed as he released you from his giant bear hug,
plopping you back on the ground. You grabbed his arm for balance.
After you re-orientated yourself, you looked back at the shocked
I miss you Putting it into words like this makes me miss you more When I look at pictures of you I miss you But I don’t have time Amidst the realm of time I blame myself And my wish gets further away again
It’s as if it’s winter, it’s as if it’ll blizzard even in the summer A train that has my heart on it, it’s already in the snow I want to go with you to the other side of the earth, grab your hand, and just run away How much does it have to snow until a spring day comes? Friend
Like fine snow that drifts in the wide sky Like fine snow If I could drift away to you I’d be able to reach you quickly, but…
Petals of snow They drifted down And then disappeared I miss you I miss you How much do I have to wish How many freezing nights do I have to count To be able to see you? To be able to meet you?
Until the kind spring day that tells us the end of winter Until the flowers bloom I want you to stay, just like this Just like this
You changed? If not, then I changed To bear this passing of time I guess change happens again It must be like that for everyone, right?
That’s right, this moment in which you left My feelings that never wavered won’t change But let’s separate for now Because that’ll be less painful
Your now cold self is like this sigh, like this sigh Even though there are so many of these piled up memories left
Petals of snow They drifted down And then disappeared I miss you I miss you How much do I have to wish How many freezing nights do I have to count To be able to see you? To be able to meet you?
You know it all You’re my best friend Morning will come again Because all nights and all seasons Have an end
The cherry blossoms bloom And the winter is about to end I miss you I miss you If I can count out even just a couple of nights I’ll go see you I’ll go pick you up
Until the kind spring day that tells us the end of winter Until the flowers bloom I want you to stay, just like this Just like this
Prompt: Y/N walks in, and Harry notices she’s wearing yellow again, this time it’s a yellow sweater with a pair of dark skinny jeans and brown ankle boots, her hair is pulled back into a pony tail with a white scrunchie with little smiling suns and he swears that he has to squint to look at her. “Oh! I know you-you’re the guy from the train,” Y/N beams, “Harry, right?” she sets down the tray of muffins.
“I didn’t tell you my name,” Harry snaps.
Y/N pouts, “well yeah, but I’m also not stupid,” she says.
“Are you joining us today Harry?” the man asked, “I’m Seth, I run the group.”
“Why else would I fucking be here,” Harry grumbled.
Y/N grabs a muffin, ignoring Harry’s sour attitude, “here, they’re made with love,” she smiled, holding out the blueberry muffin.
“Fuck off,” Harry says. He watches as her smile fades and the glint in her eyes seems to disappear, for a split second Harry feels like a dick, but then he realizes he doesn’t care and Y/N should just shove the muffin up her ass.
Drinking seemed pointless and as did life. He found himself
wishing he could be a part of crowds, go out and enjoy life, but he couldn’t.
Every time he did force himself to go out he was counting down the seconds till
he could be back in his own space. He felt as if her were drowning, as if he
were sinking and everyone just happened to swim right by him. He felt like he
was screaming for help, for someone, for anyone to just hold him, to just lay
with him, but no one listened.
He had disconnected from everyone completely, shutting off
his phone, not checking his emails, or even going on social media. The only
time he left his house where for the meetings, anytime Seth could fit him in,
and train rides. Each and every time he hoped Y/N would be there, but after
three meetings he had given up.
Harry hadn’t showered in three days and he looked like it.
He wondered if he smelled but he really didn’t care. He had no one to impress
and at this point anything he did felt like a ten-mile race. He almost didn’t
show up for group therapy because that meant getting out of bed and facing the
reality that is life. The world that tells him what he’s feeling is all in his
head and he needs to get over it and write more music. The world that tells him
it’s okay to have a fever or break his leg, but the moment he feels alone and
numb he needs to get over it. The world that wants Harry Styles but not Harry Styles.
Warning : English is not my mother tongue so please forgive all my lacks of conjugation / spelling mistakes. Thank you ♡
« I’m going to bed… » Taehyung gets up and waves to you before going to his room. You wish him good night and huddle up to Yoongi’s arm, enjoying the warmness of your best friend’s body. You’re alone with him in the living room and it’s getting pretty late. You had a great night with your friends like always, and now everybody’s asleep. Yoongi reaches for his phone and choose a random song to play on the speakers.
« No, not this song… », you sigh.
Yoongi hisses : « Such a pain in the ass… »
You bite his arm which makes him groan. Yoongi hisses and firmly squeezes your thigh. You whine and move away to get rid of his hand but Yoongi puts his arm around your folded leg which gives him better balance as he searches for another song. You don’t have the energy to fight him so you let it go, putting your head on his shoulder and watching his phone’ screen. You smile when Yoongi puts Offonoff’s new album and you squeeze his arm, whispering « My favorite… ». Yoongi’s head leans back on the sofa as he whispers back « I know… » and he smiles when he hears your little laugh. You watch him close his eyes, his lips moving with the lyrics, his hand nonchalantly releasing the pressure on your leg.
Your eyes slowly goes down. You can see the beat of his heart pulsing on his neck. His pale skin looks really smooth down here. As you gulp, you lost yourself in the contemplation of your best friend’s beauty, your heart beating faster than usual. You want to look away, you try to look away, but your eyes are stuck. You stare at his neck, feeling a strange heat growing between your thighs.
My heart felt like it could explode any minute. The bus smelled like gasoline and I knew that we could all die very soon. Our hands were cuffed into some chains so no one could leave this bus. The red head who was behind this all was walking closer to me. It was Jerome Valeska. He had killed his own mother. It was all around the news not so long ago.
It’s not like I cared about the girls in this bus. In fact, I hated them all. They had treated me like shit since I joined this team. I was more worried about my own life. He just tried to set this thing on fire but his lighter didn’t work. Now he wanted a lighter from us.
‘’I asked you something. Anyone got a light?’’ Jerome had to repeat himself a little angrily. The other girls cried and tried to tell him no. Then there was me. ‘’Yes’’ I managed to say with fear in my voice. Jerome turned to look at me just as the police sirens came closer. Only his eyes made a shiver run down my spine.
‘’Well well well look at you’’ He giggled and put his gun against my head. Oh shit. ‘’Give it to me’’ He demanded more seriously. That’s when I raised my hands to show him that they were still cuffed. Jerome sighed and rolled his eyes before he actually uncuffed me. Some of the girls were staring at me in disbelief. How could she do that? Is she fucking serious? I could almost read their minds by the looks on their faces.
‘’Now hand it over’’ Jerome reminded me, snapping me out of my thoughts. With trembling hands I grabbed my black bag. I emptied it and then scavenged through my stuff. Then I found it, my orange lighter I used to the few cigarettes I smoked when I was really stressed. ‘’Since you were so kind, I’ll take you with me’’ Jerome said and then laughed. My eyes widened and I felt sick.
I would go with him?
Jerome grabbed my arm and yanked me up. Me knees were shaky but I managed to walk. As we got out of the bus I saw police cars. The officers were hiding and pointing at the bus with their guns.A part of me wished that someone would save me but on the other hand, I wanted to go with Jerome as well. This made me feel so alive.
‘’Ha ha ha!’’ Jerome laughed even more. He enjoyed this so much. The police couldn’t shoot towards the bus because it could set on fire. ‘’Here loser, light ‘em up!’’ Jerome yelled and then threw the lighter to one of his friends. Before I could think of anything else, he started running towards a red truck. Of course I had to run as well since his grip on me was tight.
‘’Get in!’’ Jerome growled and literally pushed me inside. The driver hit the gas pedal Jerome was standing on the stairs and he looked at the cops. We escaped just like that.
I looked behind us and at the same second I saw the bus. Fire spread wildly and the entire thing was burning. Black thick smoke rose in the air and parts of the bus fell off already. A few seconds later the fire had done enough damage to make it explode.
I should cry, I should scream and beg for mercy. I should feel guilty. But I didn’t.
Jerome got inside now and he shut the door. It made me look away from the crime scene. ‘’Is it just me or does it smell like roasted beef in here?’’ Jerome cracked a joke. He probably thought that I’d be crying by now.
‘’A little’’ I replied quietly. The corners of my mouth curved into a smile. I was free. The people who hated me were gone forever.
‘’Hmm looks like you aren’t as sane as I thought you were’’ Jerome snickered while playing with his gun. Maybe I was a little insane, because it had been a long time since I was so happy the last time. Damn I was in a truck with criminals that broke out of Arkham and I felt free.
‘’I hope there’s a shower wherever we’re going because I smell like gasoline’’ I told Jerome and looked into his pretty eyes. He wasn’t so scary now. Yes I was scared in the bus because I thought I was going to die. But now I wasn’t. He seemed pretty cool.
‘’Oh trust me the shower is the fanciest you’ve ever seen. The place is like a palace’’ Jerome assured me which made me smile. ‘’Now would you want to tell me your name?’’ He asked me which reminded me of the reality of things. We didn’t even know each other. Let’s get started then.
Request: Do you think you could do something where the reader is dating Tom and they barely see each other bc of Tom’s work and bc of that they get into a ridiculous fight about it over the phone and it ends really badly. Tom feels bad about all the nasty words that were said so he goes home and surprises her there’s just a bunch of fluff at the end?!
Pairing:Tom Holland x Reader
Word Count: 1.4k (i got carried away, sorry)
Warnings: Language, Angst, eventual fluffy floof
A/N: this is a combo of 2 tom requests I got!hope you all enjoy, I’ve missed writing for this brit! x || main masterlist