Ave [Korean American & She/her]

Ave [Korean American & she/her]

uni student suffering

love YA + contemporary romance & mythological fantasy stories!!!

drabble & fanfic writer, but my main projects are original wips

a romanticist by HEART.

i say i'm a plotter, but i write an outline and never follow it, uhhh

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[currently outlining] korean mythology-fantasy story where the abandoned princess ventures to the depths of hell to attain a cure for the ill king, stealing her betrothed dragon prince's pearl along the way.

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ahhhh fake dating tropes I swear >>>>

To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before (2018) dir. Susan Johnson

what's the hardest part about writing?

writing.

destination seoul

↳ about current wip

contemporary ya 

POC representation !! 

imagine going to korea for your aunt’s wedding... and falling in love with your fake boyfriend along the way

↳ tropes/themes

fake dating

location in korea 

guy falls first

summer romance

chaotic family vibes

blind dates 

↳ excerpt 

But then he had to go and mess with my heart. Had to listen to everything I say, with his endless optimism and teasing that accompanied him. One moment, I was so sure that I’d never fall for him, and the next moment, I find out that I do.

How I got from that point to this point, I still can’t figure out. 

gift giver [jungkook x reader]

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summary: You didn’t know what to do with all the gifts Jungkook sends you—regularly. Whether he’s on tour, or in Korea, he’s mailing you a gift that somehow manages to arrive weekly. As the guilt gnaws at you, you realize it’s time to end things. Friendship isn’t based on money, after all.

But the idol has different intentions.

tldr; in which Jungkook “persuades” you to accept his gifts bc he loves spoiling you

pairing: jungkook x reader

chapter warnings: mature, slight angst, swearing

a/n: hello hello! this is my first drabble, and the ao3 version of it is here. i love writing drabbles based on prompts, so if you want one, please don't hesitate to ask/submit on my page. thanks so much for reading!

It’s not your fault that Jungkook’s so charming. At least, that’s what you’re telling yourself—mentally preparing yourself, in fact—as you smile at the cashier. Your brain needs the latte, since pulling an all-nighter was one of the worst ideas you had. Right next to the decision you made to meet the idol while you’re sleep deprived.

Fortunately, it’s a small cafe. One of the spots that only idols know of, apparently. You’re grateful for the coziness of it, the fairy lights reflecting your room, and the small whir of the coffee machine at work.

“That’ll be—”

“I got it,” a low voice interjects, and a hand slips around your waist, the other placing slips of won on the counter. As the cashier’s eyes widen, you know who it is.

“Jungkook,” you breath out. “You don’t have to.”

It’s all you can say, as it’s a fight you’ve put up for months. But every time he shoots you that look—one of promise—you can’t help but melt under his gaze. The intense aura he gives off when he’s around you has you in a puddle of goo, but also stirs up a rebellious side of you.

Sometimes, you’ll see his eyes darken when that side comes out. Other times, there’s a warmth around him, as if treating you is his favorite thing to do in the world. As if you are the center of the world to him. Though you know it’s a fabrication in your head, you don’t want it to stop.

With a sharp nod towards the lady, he leads you to the table in the corner. The mask dwarfs half of his face, while the top is taken up by his sunglasses and hat. It’s ridiculous—you’ve made fun of him one too many times—but needed, since he’s an international idol.

Obviously. Like you don’t get reminded of that everyday. You don’t want to feel that jealous pang when girls shriek his name and declare that they belong to him. You don’t want that to be a barrier between your friendship with him, especially because he means so much to you.

So what’s the temporary solution until you can figure it out?

Cut off his gift givings.

“Did you like the desktop I sent you?” He asks casually, as if he was asking about the weather, and not the thousand dollar computer laying on your desk, still boxed. Sure, it may not have costed much in his eyes, but he bought practically everything in your apartment.

How, you don’t know.

“Uh, yeah,” you comment, picking at the seam of your hoodie. “It… works very well.”

Jungkook’s eyes narrow—a telltale sign that he knows you’re bullshitting him. You know him well enough to escape his scrutiny, too. Well, sometimes.

Being a terrible liar sucked.

“And you like the note I left you?”

Oh, crap. Your shoulders stiffen at that. He left you a note? Since when did he decide to leave notes instead of texting like an average person in the 21st century?

“You’re lying,” he sighs and runs a hand through his hair. Your eyes are drawn to his physique. Broad shoulders, well-defined abs hidden by layers of clothing, and a clenched jaw. Accompanied by a dark gaze, you can see the gears turning in his head.

“I’m not lying,” you blurt out, and can see the smirk crawl up his face. “I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“Oh, really?” Jungkook mocks. “Then repeat what I wrote in the note.”

“You just said that my memory was like Dory yesterday. How do you expect me to remember?”

One more word, and you’ll break. It’s hard resisting Jungkook, and he’s way more stubborn than you are. The clink of the glass coffee cup interrupts his thoughts, though, and you breath a sigh of relief.

Safe, for now.

Taking a sip, you peek up from your lashes at the brooding man in front of you. His arms are crossed over his chest, but his gaze never leaves yours, following every one of your actions.

Unsettling.

“You didn’t open my gift,” he presses, the sentence more of a statement than a question. “Why?”

“Because.”

An eyebrow raises.

“You spend too much money on me, Jungkook.”

“I like spending money on you.” Ignoring what you said, he steals your glass and takes a sip himself, legs under the table tangling with yours. A distraction—this much you know. Today, though, you’re pushing through and getting what you want.

“But—”

“And providing for you makes me happy. Seeing you light up at the present I gave you, watching you unbox it or text me that you love it, having you thank me the next time you see me with that flush in your cheeks makes everything worth it.”

You can’t help it. Cheeks warming, you dip your head.

“Did something happen at work today?” He got like this when work was hard—harder than usual. There were days where it’d be taxing on his body, others when he’d be mentally drained by the world’s thoughts about him. Because somehow, everyone had an opinion about it.

Not that you could blame them—though you did, regularly cussing out much of the haters. Still, you understood what some admirers said when they felt distanced from him.

Even next to him, struggling to act like his friend, it felt like you were miles apart.

“It’s no big deal,” he rubs his jaw. “Just had to handle some PR things.”

A nod. As if you understand what he’s talking about. The fact that he had a horrible day is written on his face, and you feel awful that you’re rejecting the gift he put time in to give you.

“I just feel like I’m taking all your money. And that I’m not giving enough back to make our friendship balanced.”

There’s a moment of silence. A hand comes under your chin to meet his softened expression.

“Love,” Jungkook murmurs, and your heart starts to race again. It does, whenever he uses that name for you. “You giving me the time of day is enough for me. Haven’t I said that already?”

“Yes,” the word comes out forceful, more frustrated. “But can’t you see that I feel bad? For not giving you anything in return?”

“You said friendship wasn’t based on money.” There’s a slight curve on the side of his mouth, eyes shining with amusement.

“Don’t throw my words back at me! Just…” You blow out a breath. “Tell me what you want. Maybe I can fulfill your wish or something.”

You swear you’re hallucinating when his eyes dip to where your mouth is.

With a shake of his head and the corners of his eyes crinkling, he says, “Time. More with you.”

There’s finality in his tone. And you?

You accept the loss, lips pressed together.

Of course you don’t accept the loss.

Your stubbornness ran through and through. When you were little, Mom told you that going to Seoul University with your IQ level would be impossible. But it was your persistence—to sign up to every hagwon, to ditch your friends and come home studying, and to work hard for your dreams—that got you that acceptance letter. It wasn’t about giving up—it was about finding new solutions.

And of course, it has to apply to this situation. After the conversation with Jungkook, he actively avoided every time you brought up another gift he sent.

Today is the official day to return it. Not that you know how.

Or, well, you do. Parting with your gifts is the true issue at hand.

“You’re going to meet him?” Sara props her elbow on the counter, sipping a cup of coffee. Eyes flick to the clock hanging above the sofa.

“This early in the morning?” Her voice still has the morning croak, and she takes another gulp. There’s practically a bird’s nest on her head, and the bags under her eyes extends to her cheeks now. You probably look the same as her—you’re not a morning person at all.

“He says there’s no schedule in the morning today, just practice.”

“And you’re really going to return what he gave you?”

“Yes?” Not all of it, just the most recent one. Still, her question gnaws at you, and you press your lips together. Maybe you should return everything he bought you. In case he asks for it back.

“I say you keep it,” your roommate comments, and you know she’s hiding that smile on her face. “He clearly loves spoiling you.”

With a hesitant glance, your eyes dart between the neatly unwrapped present—another stack of books, signed by the author. An original edition. It made sense that he was able to get his hands on it—he was an international idol. Loved by millions. The part that messed you up was why he was spending money on you. Sure, he agreed to being friends, but that was because you practically begged him to be yours. And maybe it was all the people who were clout chasers that had him realize that friendship had to be based on money.

No matter how much he denied it, you could tell there was some naivety in him, coming into the idol life at a young age. And you wanted to prove to him that you weren’t one of those people, that your friendship could keep going even without the gifts.

“I think it’s better if I return it,” you mutter, but roam over the glare from the hardback cover. Last time you touched them, the pages were still a stiff, but it would loosen up once you flip through them thousands of times, memorizing every line. It’s almost a shame that you have to return them.

“If he rejects your offer,” Sara shrugs, “just remember that I told you so.”

At this, you snort.

“What!” She raises her mug. “We’ve lived together for two years and I’ve never been wrong when I called something.”

“There’s a first time for everything,” you retort, but clutch the bag tighter.

“This way,” the employee greets, walking you through the hallway as she opens the wooden door. It’s then when you catch the sight of him—idol Jungkook. And boy, is the air around him different.

Though he’s been confident since he met you, it’s as this version of him is multiplied. Following the instructor’s steps, his movements are fluid and his snaps are confident. As he runs a hand through his hair, his shirt rides up, and your throat goes dry. You knew he was fit, but to this degree… The pack of well defined abs, and the lean biceps that accompany it doesn’t erase itself from your mind.

And that gaze. The intensity of it does something to your gut.

Especially when it swings right at you.

“Y/N!” He calls, an easy smile slipping onto his face. Your eyes widen, and you falter, taking a step back as six other heads turn at the sound of your name. The bag in your arm lifts a little higher as self-consciousness wraps itself around you.

Here Jungkook is, shining like the star that he is. A towel in one hand, he wipes the sweat of his forehead. One head darts out to get a better look at you, and you don’t know what to do when his—Jin’s—eyes widen. It’s then when it truly hits you—the times you spent with Jungkook hanging out in your dorm, when the two of you went out for dinner and coffee, those were all fabrications. This is reality. The vast distance between you and Jungkook. An international idol and a poor college student.

“Hi,” you muster. His smile only widens to a beam and in long strides, closes the distance between you do.

“What are you doing here?” Your lips part, and you can’t help but stare at Jungkook’s abs—or at least, his cloth-covered stomach. No way do you let your gaze drift down to his muscular thighs. The exact ones that you sat on once.

“Can I have a moment alone with you?” You don’t need to have this conversation with his members around. Or the dance instructor.

“Sure,” Namjoon pipes in before anyone else can say anything. He shoots a nod to the maknae, and with a wary glance, the room empties. It’s the click of the door that has you freezing up again. Because it’s just the two of you.

Maybe it was better to have this conversation with the members here.

“Is this for me?” He motions to the bag, and his hand clasps your waist. As if he knows you were skittish around him. And of course, because you are, you squeak.

“Um.” The bag crinkles once it’s in contact with his chest, and you avoid his eyes. “I wanted to return the gifts you got for me.”

“You didn’t like them?” Eyes narrow, and he almost seems to be glaring at your hands. Oh no. He knows you’re in it to return them now. Knows that your eyes are dead set on making a point. You flush.

“No— I—” With a deep breath, you start again. “It’s not that I don’t like it. I love them. But I don’t need them. And I don’t want you to think that you’re obligated to buy me gifts just because we’re friends.”

“So you like them.” Oh God, he’s closer now. Your hands are curled into a ball, but if you spread out your fingers, they’d be splayed on his chest. From this amount of distance between the two of you, you can see the drop of sweat rolling down his cheek down to his neck.

And all you can think is: It’s hot here.

“Yes?”

There’s a twitch in his lip, and he leans in. “That didn’t sound like an answer, love. And you know I don’t like repeating myself. Hell, this conversation isn’t one that I should be repeating. Especially not in front of my hyungs.”

Love. You could die there and then.

“I do like them,” you whisper. “But—”

“So you’ll keep them and read them, yeah?” The firm tone leaves no open windows for an argument. A hand goes up to brush your hair behind your ear. “I bought them because I wanted you to be happy, Y/N. Believe it or not, I know that friendship doesn’t need to be based on money.”

Ugh. It’s the same, similar sounding guilt-tripping words he used last week. Now you felt terrible.

“I’m so sorry—”

“You’ll read them?”

All you can do is nod. Let out an incoherent protest when a hand on your back presses you right up against him. Chest to chest. In a swift motion, he turned you around, too, so that your back was right up against the wall, him against you.

“Good girl,” he breathes. “And you’ll watch me practice?”

“I—”

“You’ll watch me?” This time, he nibbles on the area right under your earlobe and sucks.

“Yes,” the slight whine in your throat comes out—one of surprise and embarrassment. Surprise because he’s never acted so, so… barbaric before. Embarrassment because this is how you responded. There’s a pained expression on his face, and your cheeks blush in embarrassment. He’s probably cringing on the inside that you threw yourself on him, especially when so many people do that every day.

“Good,” his tone is rougher, and you frown. Yeah, you definitely set him off. “And I think I found a way that you can repay me, too.”

“What?” You breathe, right before his mouth slants on top of yours. In an instant, you melt, hands tangling in his hair, body sliding down the wall. It’s his hands that grip at your thighs, releasing a moan when you tug a little too hard. When his cock presses right up against you, you whimper.

“J- Jungkook.” His mouth kisses along your jawline, down to your neck. His hips begins grinding against you, thrusting just right there.

“Fuck,” he groans in your neck, and you can feel the vibrations when he nibbles where your pulse is pounding. “I can’t wait any longer. Let’s fuck right here, love. Please.”

The desperate tone in his voice causes your gut to clench, and all rational thought leaves your mind when he whispers: “I bet you’re soaking wet for me, aren’t you?”

The broken moan you reply with is enough for his thumb to part your panties to the side and rub your clit. The touch itself causes you to grind down harder, causes him to thrust a little deeper.

“What am I going to say to my hyungs, hm?” He mutters, an index finger sliding inside of you. “Fuck. You’re so tight. Clenching around my finger, huh? In a time like this?”

“P- Please.” You don’t even know what you’re asking for, mind growing hazy. All you know is that when he pulls his finger out and slams it in your pussy again, this time with two digits, your head slams back into the wall with a gasp.

“Let me just eat you out right now,” he murmurs. “I’ll eat you out and fuck you later.”

“Someone will see!” You blurt, but can’t seem to stop wiggling. Grinding on the palm of his hand. Letting out little gasps and whimpers. You tell him to stop, but your body’s telling him otherwise. And the glint in his eyes tells you he knows it. That he has power.

“I’ve wanted you like this for so long. I don’t think I can stop now. I at least have to make you cum, right? Or I could…” He slips his fingers out, and watches as you squirm, lower lip jutting out.

“Look how wet you are.” There’s a sliver of cum dripping out of you, and in one, smooth motion, he crouches to lick it directly from the source. Another groan escapes you, and you’re not even apologetic when you cover his whole face.

“Jungkook, please please please.”

“You have no idea how much it turned me on whenever you asked for something,” he admits, and pinches your clit. His face in front of you blurs in a pleasurable haze. “When you said please and thank you, I wanted to fuck you so hard until you couldn’t want—right after I gave you your present. Because you like being spoiled, don’t you love? Even though you refuse to say so, even though you rejected the gifts I give you. You—”

Suck.

“Jung—” Just as quickly as he gave you pleasure, he takes it away. You’re in a broken mess, right about to sob, so close to begging. And you know he knows it.

“Love.”

Suck.

“Attention.”

This time, he devours you. His tongue licks and twirls, and you don’t even care that your skirt is ridden up, your lower half exposed. You’re chasing the last bit of pleasure, riding on his face, chanting his name like a prayer.

“Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook!” There’s a fire furling in your gut, your pussy clenching and a build-up of emotions climbing within you.

“Say you like my presents, Y/N,” he growls, and the vibrations add to your near climax.

“I like them! I love them!”

“Greedy girl,” he laughs. “Doing anything to get her orgasm.”

“Anything!”

“Date me,” he demands. It’s not a question—it’s an order—and with a final swipe of your cunt, you shriek, “Yes!”

The orgasm hits you, and your legs give out. Through the crash, Jungkook’s arms steadies you, and he leaves little kisses on your forehead. His hand—the one that did dirty things to you mere seconds ago—are now rubbing your back.

He coos, “You did such a good job, love. Such a good job.”

With a flush, your bury your head in his chest. In his thin shirt that you were clinging onto, alternating between the cloth and his hair.

“I can’t believe we did that.”

“Took us long enough.” The idol retorts with a grin. “I’ve been trying to get you to fall for me months ago.”

You blink. “That’s why you kept giving me presents?”

“Who else would I give it to,” he scoffs. “Jimin? The best gift I could ever give him is height, though that’s not possible.”

You release a giggle, and his eyes soften. “Promise you’ll date me.”

“You already asked.”

“I want to hear it again,” he counters back. But there’s hesitance in his eyes. It makes your heart expand and warmth flow throughout you.

“Of course I’ll date you, Jeon Jungkook.” You tilt your head up to give him a peck on his lips. “For your information, I’ve been liking you for a while, too.”

“Good,” he says simply, though the satisfying smirk on his face is there. “Now I can spoil you more with presents—no excuses.”

“More? It should be less!”

When he cradles you in a hug, arms wrapping around your waist, you’re content. At least, content enough to give him the upper hand again, for now…

“More. Definitely more.”

Touches Ask Game

Prompts for writing human connection, intimacy, belonging.

Hand-holding

The purest form of human connection.

tiny hands in big hands

calloused hands in soft hands

cold hands in warm hands

hands with the perfect ratio to each other for hand-holding

platonic hand-holding

running their thumb over the other’s hand

dancing with their hands holding onto each other

squeezing hand for comfort and encouragement

holding hands across the table

happily doing everything with just one hand, if it means they don’t have to let go

not wanting to lose each other in a big crowd

possessive hand-holding

linking hands together during sex

grabbing hand to show them something

loosely holding onto each other’s hands, laying in one’s lap

only linking the pinkies together, not ready to let go completely

holding hands while skating

excitedly grabbing each other’s hands during a concert, jumping up and down together

playing with each other’s fingers

pressing the other’s hand against their cheek

holding hands while one is balancing on a small wall

grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back from something

holding hands under the table

only realizing it when they have to let go

standing in front of each other, holding both their hands

holding their hands above their head, fingers linked together

passionate hand-holding

grabbing the other’s hand so they don’t fall

holding hands while running through the rain

brushing against each other, linking fingers together for a second

grabbing their hand to grab their attention

not really paying attention, both doing something else, but still holding hands

bandaging the other’s hand and not quite letting go

holding hands while driving

grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back to them

unconsciously searching out each other’s hand while sleeping

not realizing they’re holding hands till someone points it out

swinging hands back and forth, skipping like children

holding hands in a museum to pull them to the next exhibition

letting go when there is an obstacle in their way and immediately grabbing each other’s hand again when they pass it

loosely holding onto each other’s hand

dragging the other with them, holding their hand

raising the other’s hand to their lips to kiss it softly

holding hands while jumping down from somewhere together

comparing hand sizes, then linking fingers together

Hugs

A warm embrace.

friendly hugs

hug around the waist

hugging while twirling around

comforting hugs

side hugs

hugging and gently holding the other’s head

pulling someone into a hug

hugging while walking

eye-to-eye hugs

hiding their face in the other’s neck

clinging to each other

hugging while lying down together

group hugs

hugging with head on shoulder

tender embrace

‘not wanting to let go’ hugs

hugging from behind

bear hugs

hugging with hands in each other’s pockets

cuddling

hugs and kisses

hugging and jumping up and down together

familiar hugs

hugging with height-difference

gentle hugs

hugging with patting on back

piggy back hugs

quick hugs

hugging while slow dancing

one-sided hugs

hugging while straddling the partner

long-lasting hugs

‘picking them up’ hugs

hugging while grabbing butt

cuddle pile

Kisses

Showing affections.

goodnight kisses

hand kisses

smiling while kissing

lips barely touching

morning kisses

slow kisses

passionate kisses

kisses on the cheek

first kisses

goodbye kisses

welcome home kisses

kisses on the corner of their mouth

frustrated kisses

kissing each other breathless

soothing kisses

nose kisses

kisses as a promise

short pecks

forehead kisses

kisses on head

“we’ll face this together” kisses

kisses in the rain

life-or-death kisses

kisses for a cover

hard kisses

giggling while kissing

desperate kisses

neck kisses

hushed conversation in-between kisses

eyelid kisses

gentle stroking of cheeks

small kisses

kissing it better

jaw kisses

wake-up kisses

kissing away tears

public kisses

relieved kisses

kisses for comfort

tummy kisses

kisses to shut them up

slowly kissing down the body

“we’ll see each other again” kisses

kissing each finger

sleepy kisses

angry kisses

feather-light kisses

kisses with trembling lips

secret kisses

kisses with their last dying breath

Touching

Feeling another human’s touch.

touching foreheads

running fingers through hair

hiding face in neck

caressing the other’s hand

feeling their pulse

patting the other’s head

holding hands

shielding the other one with their body

listening to the other’s heartbeat

spooning at night

laying their hand on the other’s neck

pushing a strand of hair behind their ear

nudging the other one

putting an arm around the other’s waist

hugging each other

massaging them

holding the other’s chin up

squishing the other’s cheek

high fiving

bandaging/stitching up an injury

kissing the other’s brow

falling asleep on the other’s shoulder

carrying the other one in their arms

whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin

stroking the other’s arm soothingly

kissing the top of their head

pulling the other one towards them

feeling for each other in the dark

tickling the other one

grabbing onto their arm

doing a pinky swear

caressing the other’s back

tasting their smile

washing the other’s body

kissing their bruises and scars

lifting the other one up

putting their head on the other’s chest

stroking their leg

leaning into the other’s side

patting them on the back

sitting close and knees touching

braiding the other’s hair

giving them a piggy-back ride

sitting on the other’s lap

feeling their temperature

linking arms with each other

touching their elbow to get their attention

dancing with each other

holding onto the other’s shoulders for support

putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up

Hand-holding|Hugs|Kisses|Touching

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