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pairing(s): jungkook x reader; (brief) jin x reader

synopsis: when your volleyball team gets cut and your brother, who is recently enrolled to your rivalry school, needs you to help him attend his classes while he continues to pursue his rap career; while you try keeping your volleyball dream alive, by serving sweet revenge on those that didn't believe in you.

genre: crack, fluff, angst; strangers to lovers/roommates to lovers; university au.

warning(s): mature language/themes, gender role implications.

word count: ~10k and writing...

series release date: aug 25, 2023

series [intro: summer] [1] [2] [3] [int: training camp] [4] ... more to come

tag list: closed

disclaimer: For the sake of this one-shot, the boys are all the same age, OC is a little younger, but not by much. Volleyball knowledge/terms were used from the anime show Haikyuu!! along with some personal knowledge. This piece is also based off the movie "She's the Man" and will have some quotes used from this film.

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Pairing(s): Hockey Player!Taehyung x Figure Skater!Reader

Genre(s): Fluff, Hockey Au, Figure Skater Au, Highschool Au, Slice of Life Au

Warning(s): none

Word Count: 1.4K

“Why is it that every time I try to get the ice to myself, you’re somehow always here to ruin it?” Taehyung snickers to himself as you round on your skates to a quick halt, spraying snow in his direction. It doesn’t fly far enough to hit him, but the gesture doesn’t go unnoticed. Even though he seems to always interrupt your ice time around the same time every Friday, you can’t deny the start that stuttered your glide when he walked in and loudly announced his dismay at finding you here. Not that it was serious in any way, he just likes to push your buttons.

Watching as he pulls the door to the box open and steps gracefully onto the ice in his freshly sharpened hockey skates, you can’t help but envy the beauty in his otherwise mundane movements. His practice jersey flowing loosely around him and the bright flush present across his face gives away that practice must have ended not too long ago and yet he still waited around just to impose. Maybe it was the fact that he always finds endless ways to annoy you, from the old hockey player vs. ‘twirl girl’ fights to invading your space, it seems like he’s always there. What started as an annoying lighthearted rivalry turned into an unspoken comforting companionship. Not to say that he still didn’t annoy the living daylights out of you, you’re just so used to it that it’s worse if he doesn’t show.

So instead of hurling crude insults at him reminiscent of the first few months of your time together, you just skate slow circles around him while he adjusts to the ice, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips as he watches the graceful movements of your skates in awe. That was something that Taehyung never denied, the way you moved so artfully across the ice, as if the arena was your home and the ice an extension of yourself. He could bash your silly costumes and makeup until kingdom come but he never touched your skating abilities. To that, you were thankful.

While the stigma surrounding figure skating is no where near as intense as it once was, plenty of people still loved to rag on the sport, and Taehyung’s teammates were no exception. You had been the butt end of many ill-intended jokes across the bench or the halls and it was just something you learned to ignore early into your career. As long as you loved what you did, no one else’s opinions carried weight. It was not long after you had met Tae that the jokes ceased to hit the air and soon they were nonexistent. In all honesty, you had a minuscule inkling of Taehyung’s hand in the development, but mainly chucked it up to coincidental timing to save face.

You would never admit it aloud in fear of rejection, humiliation, whatever, but the charming forward elicited a spark in your heart no one had ever managed to before. In the beginning, the development made your stomach turn, the mere thought of being attracted to a puck head sending you into a spiral. After a while, you not only realized how incredibly hypocritical you were being, but you weren’t even giving him a fair chance.

Turns out, the stereotypes are just that: stereotypes. Taehyung ended up being one of the sweetest people you’d ever met, and despite his talent at being able to go from infuriating to charismatic back to exasperating within a matter of mere minutes, you never tired of him.

“It’s not my fault you think my ice time is yours. Or do you just subconsciously want to spend more time with me?” You often joked like this with him, perks of becoming surprisingly close over a relatively short period of time. This time, instead of laughing it off or chasing you with his stick like routine, he simply shrugs, adding, “Guess you caught me.”

For the second time that night your skates stuttered under your step, nearly sending you to the ice. Unbeknownst to you, the movement sent a smirk to Taehyung’s lips. He’d come to know you quite well, and thrives in the fact that he’s the only one who can falter your glide with the simplest things.

“You know, if you want to spend more time with me, all you have to do is ask.” Your sudden burst of courage burnt short as you continued your path along the ice, turning away from him at the last moment to avoid the embarrassment of him bearing witness to the scarlet shade of your skin.

How this boy managed to fluster you so easily was beyond you, and at times, usually late at night when you had your thoughts to yourself, it admittedly terrified you. To be so incredibly vulnerable to another person was new territory for you. The life of a skater, at least in your case, was a quite solitary one. Suddenly someone was tearing your precious walls down and you didn’t know how to react.

It was silent for a few moments, the only sounds resonating through the rink the scraping of both your skates against the ice and the tap of the puck Tae bats back and forth with his stick. It wasn’t entirely unusual for you both to settle into this type of quiet ambiance as you each focused on your own thing, but this was different. Your statements charging the air with a new electricity that hadn’t made itself entirely known before now. No one could deny that it wasn’t always there, but this was the first time it was clear and bold and unavoidable.

As you pulled into a spin, your mind couldn’t help but wander at the implications of the words spoken between you two. Maybe this was a bad idea, maybe the wrong time, maybe you read the situation wrong. Perhaps Taehyung hadn’t meant his words in the way you had received them, but you both couldn’t take them back now. What if this was the weak piece in the tower, pulling the stick out and sending your entire friendship to the dirt?

But suddenly, your spin stops, and instead of finishing out, you come toe to toe with Taehyung. Out of breath and still flushed, you can’t help but stand there silently, staring at him as he stares back. It’s nerve wracking, the minimal space between you all still-air, thick with tension.

“Do you want to grab something to eat after this?” He asks, cutting the silence and causing your heart to leap to your throat. He was so close you could see every detail of his face, count every individual eyelash, smell the light scent of his cologne, and he was...asking you on a date?

“What?” Is all you can stutter out and for a second you wish you could descend into an abyss far away from your physical body. Of course you heard what he said, his face is literally centimeters away from yours.

“You, me, dinner, tonight. Like, a date.” He clarifies it so easily, you almost miss the light flush his cheeks take on as he attempts to hide it with that signature smirk. You’re stunned into a brief silence, not sure how exactly to respond. No one has ever been quite this direct with you, let alone ask you on a date. He takes in your expression, but instead of being deterred by your stupefied look, he breaths out an airy chuckle, “You said all I had to do was ask.”

Finally finding your footing, you clear your throat and return your averted gaze back to the boy in front of you. Seeing him so soft and honest, vulnerable to you, you realize that this is your chance. To admit to not only yourself, but to the boy who has been occupying your thoughts for months, that you do have feelings for him. Instead of burying all of these emotions deep down, you could bear them all out to the one person who would understand. He was laying all his cards out for you, and it was your turn to do the same.

So, grabbing his hand lightly in yours, tracing the soft pads of your fingers along the lines of his palm, you smile, brighter than you ever thought you could, and nod.

“I’d like that.” It was when you caught the light in his eyes as he smiled down at you, entwining your fingers together to lead you off the ice, that you knew you were done. He was it for you. And you were never letting him go.

Connect Two

Disclaimers: I don't own Coca-Cola (obviously) and I also don't own the gif I used for my header (double obviously) 😁 Creator is credited.

A Note from Kutemouse: I know, I know, I'm supposed to be working on my several Works-in-Progress, not something new. In my defense, I recently attended my class reunion and had a lot of feelings surrounding it, hence this piece of work. JK's character is a lot like the guy I was in love with for all of high school, someone I recently cleared the air with.

This work is raw and unedited (except for a brief spellcheck), so hope you enjoy kutie pies 💜

Age Recommendation: 16+ This is a pretty tame one, kuties.

Genre: Angst, Fluff, High School AU

Warnings: Swears, duh. That's honestly about it. Like I said, tame.

Word Count:

Summary: A party brings you and your old classmates together, including him. Can you reconcile with your feelings?

Master List​

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Connect Two (Angst, Fluff)

The party was, in a word, loud.

Just the way you liked it.

You and your best friends, Roseanne and Lisa, were standing near the couch, sharing drinks, laughing, talking.

“What about him?” Roseanne asked, her Aussie accent piercing through your jumbled thoughts. She raised her finger to a guy who had just entered the room.

You shook your head in disgust. “Ugh, not that guy. I remember him. All he wanted from girls was their virginity.”

“He isn’t even that cute,” Lisa muttered as the said guy in question walked past, tossing a wink towards you and your friends.

You visibly shuddered. “Believe me, you don’t want to touch him with a ten-foot pole.”

“Yeah Rosé,” Lisa teased. “What’s with your taste in guys tonight?”

She tossed a dazed smile back. “Apparently I’m way too drunk to pick anyone.”

“And why are we doing this again?” you sighed. “Thank you guys for your concern, but I don’t need or want to date anyone right now.”

“Who said anything about dating?” Rosé retorted.

“Yeah, fuck that noise,” Lisa added. “We’re trying to find someone for you to spend the night with.”

“I don’t think so,” you muttered, taking a sip from your cup in the hopes that it would help you tolerate your besties’ antics.

You had been invited to a party near your parents’ house by some old schoolmates, where you knew several people from your class would likely show up. So far, you hadn’t seen too many people you knew, but the ones you did were ones you only knew in passing. You had transferred into your school only three years before graduating. Everyone else had formed their own friends and cliques, and you had different tastes than most of the student population, anyway. Where was your group of nerdy, animé-loving schoolmates?

Oh, that’s right. There were only three of you, and the other two lived abroad, leaving you here to fend for yourself. You were just glad that he wasn’t here. You hadn’t seen him since graduation five years ago, and ever since then, you’d been rehearsing the same speech over and over in your mind.

I’m sorry.

Lisa audibly gasped, gripping your arm tight. “Where?” Rosé asked, looking over your shoulder. She too loudly gasped and grabbed your other arm.

“What?” you asked, glancing between their faces. “What?!”

Lisa slowly raised a finger, pointing behind you. You looked over your shoulder to see him walking by. “Shit!” you mumbled, turning quickly back around, heat rising to your cheeks. Of course. Just when you thought you were in the clear.

Rosé looked at you incredulously. “Wait, Y/n, do you… know him?”

To say the least. You had only spent every single minute of those three years in love with him. Back then, he had cherry red hair that did nothing to take away from his bright, shy smile and the ever-present mischievous sparkle in his dark eyes. You remembered the first time you met him.

You were standing in line with your best guy friend, Hoseok, to get food. The crowd inside the gymnasium was tumultuous with all their chattering, cheering, cat-calling. You were glad to get a reprieve from the noise, even if it was brief.

“Hey, Jungkook!” Hoseok called out. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Hey Hobi,” a quiet voice said back. You turned to see him, a shy smile on his face as he stuck his hands in his trouser pockets. His dark eyes slid over to you, giving you a curious once-over. And just like that, every wall you had up fell. You had to get to know this boy.

“Oppa,” you muttered, nudging Hoseok.

“What?”

“Introduce us,” you hissed.

Hoseok smirked. “Jeon Jungkook, this is L/n Y/n.”

You turned and gave him a bright smile, which on second thought, might not have been the best thing. Jungkook looked extremely nervous. “H-Hi,” he stammered out, his voice cracking.

However, you were determined not to let his shyness get in the way of what could potentially be an epic romance.

“Hi,” you said back, holding out your hand. He took it gingerly, his grip gentle as your intertwined hands briefly touched.

You shook the memory away, your hair falling into your face. “Oh my god, you do know him,” Rosé said. “No way. Were you friends?”

“You should introduce us,” Lisa added, twirling her hair around her finger.

“Not a fucking chance,” you muttered. You tipped your cup into your mouth only to find it frustratingly empty. “Hang on, I need another drink.”

You made your way to the kitchen, stumbling slightly, when you saw him talking to another girl, laughing and smiling that bright, wide smile. Damn him. He looked even better than he had back in school, which was saying something. His jet-black hair matured him in a way that made your knees weak, casually falling over his left eye and giving him a sultry look. Tattoos now covered his arms and hands, along with a new piercing that went through his right eyebrow. “Holy fuck,” you thought. You placed a hand over your chest as your heart flipped over itself much in the same way it had eight years ago when you saw him for the first time. No longer was his grin shy and withdrawn, but confident and fearless.

His eyes shifted in your direction, connecting with your gaze for a few seconds before sliding back over to the girl he was talking to. Just that small exchange left you reeling. It was like nothing had changed. You still felt that same invisible string connecting both your souls together, tugging you towards him despite you using all your strength to break it. But you knew he didn’t feel the same way.

“Hey guys,” Jungkook said, averting his gaze as he opened his door and gestured inside.

“Hey JK,” Hoseok said. “Ready to have your ass kicked?”

“You wish,” Jungkook shot back, tossing Hoseok a small grin. “H-Hey Y/n.”

“Hey.”

You bit your lip to contain the grin threatening to cover your entire face. After that day at the game, you, Jungkook, Hoseok, and a couple of other guys had sat at the same table for lunch. One of your favorite things to do was to play board games or card games during your break, but what you all looked forward to the most was playing video games together.

You were okay, kind of ranging in the middle of the pack, but it was one of the only ways you could spend time with Jungkook. You loved who he became while you were playing video games. He turned from a shy, soft-spoken teenager to someone who knew what he was doing and knew he was good at it. Really good.

“On your left,” he called, directing you and Hoseok effortlessly. You glanced at him. He’d dyed his hair to an attractive brunette, and had obtained a couple new ear piercings. You inhaled sharply as he bit his lip in concentration, eyes focused intently on the screen.

“Y/n!” Hoseok groaned as the screen went grey.

“Oh, oh, my bad,” you said, ripping your gaze away from Jungkook.

“It’s okay, it’s time for a snack break anyway,” Jungkook said, standing up.

“I’ll help,” you said, feeling a fresh wave of confidence wash over you. Last year, you were the awkward new girl with braces and glasses that magnified your eyes in an unattractive way, but this year was the year Jungkook noticed you. You had gotten contacts, learned how to use makeup, gotten your braces off, and learned how to style your hair to frame your face in a cute way. This was the year you made your feelings known.

You followed Jungkook to the kitchen, watching his broad shoulders as he towered above you. He’d definitely grown a lot in the past year. And his smell… so enticing. You didn’t know what kind of cologne he used, you just knew you wanted to buy buckets of it to inhale from.

Jungkook opened the fridge. “What kind of soda do you want? I have Coca-Cola, cherry, grape…”

You were barely listening. All you could do was stare at him, his flawless, creamy skin beckoning to you. The string you felt connecting your souls tugged you forward, giving you the confidence you needed to take things to the next level. You stepped close just as Jungkook was closing the fridge door and placed a quick kiss on his cheek.

Jungkook dropped the can, letting it clatter on the floor.

He looked at you, his mouth parted open. “Y/n…?” he asked weakly.

You placed your hands over your mouth, shocked at yourself. “I’m… I’m sorry,” you said, turning and fleeing the room.

You nearly crashed into Hoseok. “Hey, what’s the rush?” he joked, placing his hands on your shoulders to steady you.

“Whoa,” he said, noticing your blown pupils and heaving chest. “Are you okay, Y/n?”

“Yeah,” you said breathlessly, holding a hand to your forehead. “I mean, I think so. Feeling a bit light-headed.”

“Want me to take you home?”

“N-No, I have my car, I just need a minute.”

“Yo JK,” Hoseok said, looking over your shoulder. You didn’t dare turn around. “Can you get Y/n some water? And make sure she gets home safely? I know she’s been staying up really late to study. I’d do it myself, but I’ve gotta go home to watch my little sister. My mom was just called into work.”

“Sure th-thing.”

Concern took over Hoseok’s features. “You okay?”

“Yep,” Jungkook replied, his voice much too high.

Hoseok didn’t look convinced, but he left you both anyway after saying his goodbyes. “I’d better go too,” you said, turning.

“Wait.”

You turned, hope blooming in your chest. Jungkook’s dark eyes caught the light as he stepped close, wide and earnest. He gently took both your hands in his and squeezed. Tingles exploded across your body, like mini-fireworks of every color lighting up your insides. “Y/n, I know you l-like me,” Jungkook stammered. “But I have to tell you something…”

The fireworks inside you fizzled out, your eyebrows drawing together as you anticipated his next words. “I like someone else.”

You slid your hands out of his. “What?”

“I like someone else,” he repeated, looking away from you.

You scoffed. Of course he liked someone else. There were a hundred other girls he could pick from, all of them prettier than you, smarter than you, better than you in every way.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.”

“For what?” you said, your voice hoarse. “It’s not your fault. You can’t help how you feel.”

Jungkook finally looked at you again, pity in his eyes. You turned away, hating that he felt sorry for you. For you! He should feel sorry for himself.

You closed your eyes, willing the anger away. You meant what you said. This wasn’t Jungkook’s fault. He couldn’t help who he loved or didn’t love.

“I’ve got to go,” you muttered, turning away.

“Wait, Y/nー”

“For what?” you said, whirling around to look him in the eyes. “For you to love me back? That’s never gonna happen, soー”

“You love me?”

“Shit,” you said under your breath. “No, I-I’m confused, what I meant wasー”

Jungkook took a step away from you, his face screwed up in distress. “Y/n… I’m sorry, I don’t feel the same way.”

You shrugged. “Okay. That’s fine. It’s fine. We’re fine.”

You grabbed your things and opened the door, the tears welling up fast.

“Did I fuck up?” Jungkook asked quietly from behind you. “Are we still friends?”

You turned back, your eyes shining with tears that hadn’t spilled yet. “Yes, we’re still friends,” you choked out. “I’ll see you at school.”

“Want a drink?”

You were shaken out of the memory by a guy standing in front of you that you didn’t recognize. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I asked if you wanted a drink,” he said, his voice filled with amusement. You sized the guy up. He was cute. Not really your type, but maybe you could make the most of tonight with a guy like him.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, causing you to turn. You were expecting Rosé or Lisa, but instead felt ice run through your veins as Jungkook’s dark irises met your own. “Dude, I think your girlfriend is looking for you,” he said pointedly.

The guy snorted and left, tossing a glare in Jungkook’s direction.

“I didn’t need saving,” you snapped, brushing Jungkook’s hand away.

“I know. I just wanted to talk to you.”

“So talk.”

One side of Jungkook’s mouth lifted in a halfhearted smirk. “C’mon Y/n, you already know what I want to talk about.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Do I?”

“Don’t you remember?” he asked, stepping closer. “Graduation?”

You blinked and glanced down at the floor, painful memories pushing past all the walls you’d built to hold them back.

“Congrats Y/n,” Jungkook said, holding his diploma, smiling shyly at you. Your heart skipped a beat. Despite everything, you were still in love with him. He had grown even taller, and his hair was now dyed a sandy brown with blonde streaks. He’d grown into his smile a bit, and had even grown confident enough to sport a bit of eyeliner that attractively set off his dark eyes.

“Congrats to you!” you said enthusiastically. “We did it!”

“We did, huh?”

The awkwardness between you two grew. Even after three years of spending time together, it seems neither of you could keep the conversation flowing. “Hey, can I talk to you? In private?” Jungkook asked suddenly.

Your mouth parted open in surprise. “S-Sure.”

You both stepped out into the darkened hallway, the only light coming from a few windows further down. “I figured I should be honest with you,” Jungkook said, looking down at his feet. “Remember when you kissed me a year ago?”

You blushed profusely. “N-No,” you said, cursing your shaky voice. Of course you remembered. How could you forget? It’s not like your feelings had changed. Despite him rejecting you, Jungkook still held the number one spot in your heart. Sure, you’d dated other guys and done your best to get over him, but that string was still there, connecting you to him, wrapped around your very soul.

“I told you I liked someone else.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s right,” you said. “I r-remember now.”

One side of his mouth lifted in a half-smile. He saw right through you, and you both knew it. “Well, that girl was Aubry.”

You resisted rolling your eyes. Of course it was. She was only the prettiest girl in your class. You didn’t know a single guy who hadn’t had a crush on her at one point or another. Aubry was not only extremely beautiful, but extremely nice as well. She’d stood up for you a couple times when her more snobby friends made rude comments toward you. As far as you knew, she’d stayed single your entire school career. She was a free spirit, a kite that wanted to break free from its string. You knew she wanted to travel and do volunteer work in less fortunate countries, not stay here and be in some relationship that would likely end in disaster anyway.

“She rejected me.”

Again, you resisted rolling your eyes. You saw that coming a mile away.

“But I never stopped loving her.”

“Jungkook, why are you telling me all this?” you asked impatiently. Your friends and family were waiting on the other side of the door, why were you here letting your emotions get torn to shreds?

“Because,” he said, twisting his hands around each other nervously. “Because I wanted to tell you I was wrong.”

You blinked at him. “Wrong? About what?”

“About turning you down. I should have given you a chance.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “Wh-What?”

“I was so fixated on Aubry, I ignored everyone else,” Jungkook muttered. “But as far as being with you went… I can’t say I didn’t think about it.”

Silence built a wall between you two. “Are you… Are you serious?” you finally said.

Jungkook nodded.

You scoffed. “What the hell, Jungkook? You couldn’t have told me this earlier? We’re graduating! It’s too late!”

“I know. You’re going off to college abroad, and I’m focusing on my singing career. We’re going totally different directions, but I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t at least tell you.”

“Wow. You couldn’t have left well enough alone, could you?” you said, emotion clogging up your throat. “You just had to get one more painful memory in.”

“What? No, that’s not what Iー”

“Fuck you, Jungkook.”

His mouth dropped open in shock. “Wait, Y/nー”

“No!” You cut him off, holding a hand up. “You don’t get to break my heart like that again. Fuck you!”

You threw open the door and ran through it, angrily swiping at the tears that had finally spilled over.

“Yeah, about that,” you said, pushing the memory back down into the dark recesses of your mind. “Sorry I told you to fuck off.”

“Uh, I believe your exact words were, ‘Fuck you, Jungkook.’”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever.”

Jungkook smirked before taking a sip from his cup. “Are you here alone?”

You folded your arms. “Maybe.”

He chuckled. “If you are, I’d like to keep talking to you, if that’s okay.”

You bit your lip to contain the smile that surfaced at his words. “Sure.”

Jungkook grinned back at you, melting your insides like butter tossed into a hot pan. That string that had always linked the two of you began to thicken, building strand upon strand with each flirtatious comment, each meaningful look, each chuckle and laugh. Maybe this would ramp up into an epic romance, or maybe this would merely turn into a beautiful friendship, but either way, your connected souls would never part ways again.

of basketball, bruises, and a black-haired boy — pt. i | jjk

— pairing: basketball player!jk x named oc

— genre: fluff, angst (a bit) | high school au, childhood friends au, neighbors au, friends enemies to lovers

— word count: 19 text panels + 0.3k

— warnings: annoying jeongguk, high school (ew), named oc, hostile oc (bc jeongguk is annoying, heh)

— summary: being neighbors with the star player of the school's basketball team has never seemed like a big deal. until he plays at three in the morning—and misses a shot.

— author's note: hi! i'm back with another childhood friend!jk which is different from boxer!gguk (i'm uncreative.. i know) and this series is part-social media and part-narrated, this first part is told entirely in text messages. the second and third part will be fully narrated, i hope it's not confusing 😵‍💫 with that said i hope you enjoy!!

masterlist | basketball player!gguk masterlist

🏀 when he stops after being asked to

🏀 when she embarrasses herself after asking (threatening) him

🏀 when she yells at him and he calls her cute

🏀 when he misses a shot

🏀 when he cares, but she refuses

🏀 when he goes into her room

🏀 when he says sorry

🏀 when they were eleven

🏀 when he's loud but she's quiet

🏀 when she doesn't seem fine, and he's coming over

— a/n: thank you for reading! :) part two of this title would be when jeongguk comes over to junghwa's house heheh pls let me know what you think and should i continue or not here ^_^

of basketball, bruises, and a black-haired boy — pt. ii | jjk

— pairing: basketball player!jk x named oc

— genre: fluff, angst (a bit) | high school au, childhood friends au, neighbors au, friends enemies to lovers

— word count: 3.8k

— warnings: harsh words, jeongguk being annoying, junghwa being annoyed, high school shenanigans, cliches!, they're cute so it's okay hahah

— summary: being neighbors with the star player of the school's basketball team has never seemed like a big deal. until he plays at three in the morning—and misses a shot.

— author's note: this is a part two of the same title, please read part one if you haven't~

masterlist | basketball player!gguk masterlist

His name is Jeon Jeongguk.

Junghwa’s first meeting with him was when they were both in third grade, when Jeongguk had just moved into the neighborhood. Junghwa was on her way home from an extra math class in school when she got called over by her mom who was talking with Jeongguk’s mom in front of their house. Not long after, Jeongguk was called as well to come out of the house so he can share his name with Junghwa. Eight-year-old Jeongguk had only taken one look at eight-year-old Junghwa before mumbling out his name in muffled syllables, quick in his introduction before going straight back into his house. Junghwa had just assumed he was a shy one.

It’s safe to say that Jeongguk had always been a constant in Junghwa’s life since then, going through the awkward phase of adolescence together. They didn’t go to the same elementary school, but they spent every hour after school playing together. Sometimes they rode their little bicycles around the neighborhood, which often ended up in Jeongguk crashing the front tire of his bicycle into Junghwa’s, making the little girl yelp and the little boy laugh. Jeongguk’s laugh was contagious though, so he was able to pull out a laugh too from Junghwa.

When they weren’t in the mood for some good bicycle-crashing, they hung out in Jeongguk’s house with his many game consoles. Jeongguk had one older brother, so it was a given that they both would fight over games (and everything) all the time, which explains the number of game consoles they have. Even with Junghwa added to their little circle, each of them still had one game console in hand. Junghwa’s favorite console to play was the gameboy (because it was the only console that had the Kirby game) but it didn’t hurt to beat Jeongguk in Playstation’s Tekken once in a while.

Jeongguk and Junghwa grew apart when they were starting middle school. Jeongguk’s school was a lot farther from their houses than Junghwa’s, so he had to go to school earlier than her. He was a lot busier too, always getting home hours after Junghwa did. Because of that, they rarely saw each other and in turn, their gaming and bicycle-crashing days were over just like that. Junghwa could only watch from afar as the kid with bowl-cut hair, chubby cheeks, and two big front teeth slowly grew up into a teenager with side-swept bangs and defined jawline. He still had the two big front teeth, though, which made him upset every time people pointed them out.

It was also in middle school that Jeongguk found interest in basketball. He made it into the school team on his sophomore year, and was declared captain on his junior year. Sometimes he took his team home to practice on the small basketball court right next to Junghwa’s house, shouting out game strategies and encouragements to his team. Afterwards they always headed to Jeongguk’s house to cool down, and Junghwa never missed the opportunity to follow Jeongguk’s steps with her eyes, wondering what happened to their childhood friendship.

In one of her many visits to Junghwa’s residence, Jeongguk’s mom excitedly told Junghwa that Jeongguk was going to attend the same high school as her. They went together on the first day of school—as per Jeongguk’s mom’s insistence—but quickly separated ways as soon as they reached the building. It felt weird, having Jeongguk by her side again, both because it had been such a long time since they spoke and because sixteen-year-old Jeongguk was definitely not eleven-year-old Jeongguk.

He got into the school basketball team again and became one of their best players in a short amount of time. With it, came the popularity, the girls, and the secret admirers. Not only once or twice had Junghwa heard people talking about her childhood friend’s greatness in playing basketball, along with hushed whispers about how good-looking he was. Every time that happened, Junghwa only rolled her eyes and slammed her locker door shut to block off those whispers.

There was a period of time when Junghwa wasn’t being herself and ended up always waking up late so she missed the bus to school. The first morning that happened, Junghwa was speed-walking in front of the Jeons’ house when Jeongguk stepped out of the house with a helmet in his hand. His mom followed a second later, and her eyes caught Junghwa’s. Before Junghwa could have a chance to bolt her way out of there, Jeongguk’s mom had called out to her in a cheery voice and told her to go to school with Jeongguk—on his motorcycle. Junghwa remembers how a slight frown had etched itself onto Jeongguk’s face before it disappeared as he moved his backpack to his front so Junghwa could sit behind him.

When they arrived at school, it was chaotic, to say the least. No one had remembered that Jeongguk and Junghwa had gone to school together on the first day, so everyone was left wondering who the hell this girl was. Junghwa remembered how Jeongguk told her to go to class first so they wouldn’t be seen walking in together, but they both knew it was useless as everyone had already seen them when they entered the school gates. That day, Junghwa got more glares in the hall than she could count on both hands.

So Jeongguk announced to everyone that they were neighbors.

(He said it was better if he was the one who did it because people would believe him more than they believe Junghwa, which made her frown but she had to admit he got a point.)

Then-Jeongguk was so adamant in saying “We are not dating!” whenever someone mistook them as a couple, so his words lately saying the opposite thing only confuses Junghwa. He never treated her as ‘one of his girls’ either, so Junghwa wonders what prompted him to say those things he did after she went out and yelled at him for playing basketball at three in the morning.

Junghwa also wonders what present-day-Jeongguk has in his eyes that convinced her to go with him to the small basketball court next to her house. They sit against the wall, shoulder to shoulder, and say nothing for minutes that feel like hours. Junghwa refuses to be the first one to talk and Jeongguk is trying to avert his eyes away from Junghwa’s red and swollen eyes. It’s obvious she has been crying. Because of what, he doesn’t know.

“If you’re not going to say anything I’ll just go back home,” Junghwa says in a low voice while moving to get up from the ground. Jeongguk’s hand shoots up to grip her wrist in a gentle hold, not letting go until Junghwa looks at him with a confused expression.

“Let’s play some ball,” he says, getting up himself to fetch his basketball that sits a few steps away from where they are sitting. Junghwa’s confused face morphs into one with a frown. “I can’t play basketball.”

Jeongguk has started running around the court, dribbling the orange ball with quick steps towards the hoop. He does a lay-up, gets the ball in, before dribbling the ball back to where Junghwa is standing. “Your turn.” He places the ball in Junghwa’s hands.

She shoves the ball back to his chest. “I’m not here to be your laughing stock, Jeon.”

Jeongguk traces Junghwa’s face with his eyes—the taut of her eyebrows, the puffiness of her eyes, the frown on her lips. He chuckles before shaking his head, giving the ball back to Junghwa. “You’re cute when you’re angry.” He gives the girl in front of him a smile. “First to ten point wins.”

Then he smacks the ball away from Junghwa’s hands with a loud laugh. She blinks her confusion away, and by the time she comes to her senses, Jeongguk has already scored a point.

“I told you I can’t play basketball!”

“Liar,” Jeongguk smirks. “With the way you always watched me whenever I have practice here, I’m sure you know a trick or two.”

Junghwa splutters in disbelief. “Watching is not the same as doing it!”

“So you admit to always watching me play?”

Junghwa’s mouth drops open.

Jeongguk only laughs again. “Come on, I’ll teach you how to play.”

“I told you I can’t do lay-ups!”

They’re both currently drenched in sweat, Jeongguk has even taken off his blue jacket and thrown it somewhere on the bench. His hair is sticking to his forehead, making him comb it away from his face with his hands over and over again. It now sits on his head like a bird’s nest.

“Alright, alright, no lay-ups for you,” Jeongguk heaves out, taking the ball Junghwa throws his way with ease. It pisses her off how easy all of this seems to Jeongguk, from dribbling the ball to shooting it into the hoop. He does it with so much grace, feet stepping into the correct spot at the perfect moment, hands letting go of the ball just right so it goes smoothly into the hoop. It’s like the heaven ordered its best angels to do nothing but help the boy named Jeon Jeongguk.

“I’m done, I’m tired.” Junghwa breathes out, sliding down the wall like her legs just gave out. She spots a water bottle in Jeongguk’s backpack and takes it without thinking twice, immediately gulping down the water like she hasn’t drunk for days.

Jeongguk comes up to her with his eyes on the bottle, which just lost half of its content courtesy of Junghwa. She smiles up at him innocently before gulping down some more water just because she can.

“Because you stole my water, you have to practice shooting the ball into the hoop with me.” Jeongguk takes the water bottle from Junghwa’s hand and drinks the rest of the content in one go. It makes Junghwa’s head spin thinking about how moments prior her lips were the ones touching the bottle—and now it’s Jeongguk’s. He puts the bottle back in his bag before grabbing Junghwa’s hands to pull her up. “Come on.”

“Noo—” Despite her protests and lack of movement, Jeongguk still manages to pull her back to her feet. Him and his strong-ass body. “Jeongguk, I don’t want to shoot. I’m tired.”

The boy drags her to the middle of the court in silence. Then he places himself behind Junghwa, giving the orange ball a few dribbles before placing it in her hands. “Shoot.”

Junghwa rolls her eyes. “I bet this is the part where you do that cliche thing—where you put your arms around me in a poor excuse of teaching me how to shoot, and then you pull me close to you, cover my hand in your bigger ones—”

Jeongguk takes one step forward so his chest is now in contact with Junghwa’s back. He lowers his mouth so it’s level with Junghwa’s ear, and whispers out: “Exactly.”

Junghwa refuses to admit that the shivers that ran down her spine was because of him.

Jeongguk proceeds to do the things Junghwa listed as cliche in their respective orders, not backing off even when the basketball goes into the hoop just right. He waits with bated breath for Junghwa’s reaction, and when she turns around, it gives him a bit of satisfaction seeing the surprise in her eyes upon realizing just how close they are standing.

“If any of your girls sees this, I’ll be dead in a second.” The moment breaks with Junghwa’s sentence, and Jeongguk watches as she walks away with her head down. He catches up with her before she can go back into her house.

“Hey,” he calls, putting his hand on her shoulder to stop her from walking away. “What do you mean with ‘any of my girls’?”

“Seriously?” Junghwa scoffs. “You’re the star basketball player of our school, known for his three-pointers and good looks, and you still ask me what did I mean with ‘any of your girls’?”

Jeongguk blinks and opens his mouth to tease Junghwa (“You think I’m good-looking?”) but the girl doesn’t even let him let out a single word from his mouth. Junghwa turns to face him fully and shoves a finger to his chest, angrily stomping until Jeongguk steps backward with every step she takes forward.

“You asked why I went home early today, right?” She bites out. “Well, you can ask Jiwoo, or your beloved girls what happened at school today. They happened, Jeongguk. After that hugging incident they confronted me saying I took you away from them. That I convinced you to date me and not tell anyone of them, because I want you all to myself.”

Junghwa’s eyes start becoming watery again but she fights the urge to cry. “They said some really mean shit, Jeongguk, I wouldn’t even dare repeat them to you. When I said we weren’t dating they just called me a liar and started pulling at my hair, clawing at my arms with their long-ass nails. One of them even almost slapped me had Jiwoo not stepped in. She called the principal on them and took me home. There, that’s what happened. You happy now?”

Jeongguk is quiet, trying to process all the new information Junghwa has just given him. After some seconds of just staring at each other, he lets out a question that has Junghwa closing her eyes in frustration: “How come I didn’t know about this?”

“Because!” Junghwa throws her hands up in anger. “You were in basketball practice, like you always are! Besides, I think no one would have told you anyway, they’re all scared of your so-called fanclub that they choose to keep what they know to themselves rather than risk facing their rage. And I’m only your neighbor anyway, not that significant that you have to know what happened to me.”

Junghwa takes a deep breath before looking back at Jeongguk. “I told you to stop approaching me at school, didn’t I, Jeon? Look what—”

Jeongguk pulls her into his arms, buries his face in her hair. He doesn’t care that both of them reek of sweat, shirts wet with perspiration and skins covered in dirt. He just didn’t realize that he has a following who could do terrible things to other people, much less to his own neighbor—and friend. He feels really bad that Junghwa is in this situation because of him.

“I’m sorry, Junghwa, I didn’t know,” he whispers into her hair. His tightens his hold on her, and it surprises them both how Junghwa hasn’t even attempted to pull away from the hug. “I’m really sorry you had to go through that.”

Jeongguk suddenly pulls away and holds Junghwa by the shoulders, gripping them so hard that she’s cringing. “But are you okay now? Are you hurt anywhere? Should we go to the hospital? Oh, God, your nose just healed a few days ago, I can’t believe you had to put up with so much of my shit in a span of mere days..”

Junghwa waves her hand dismissively. “Yeah, I’m fine now. Spent the whole afternoon crying on my bed like some pathetic loser.”

Jeongguk is about to hug her again when she puts a hand on his chest, stopping his movement. “You smell awful, stop hugging me.”

He puts his hands up in surrender, backing off a little bit so Junghwa has enough space to breathe. Looking to the side, Jeongguk seems to be in deep thought as his eyebrows crease and his lips purse ever so slightly. He was so deep in thought that maybe he doesn’t realize he’s still standing in front of Junghwa when he lifts the bottom part of his shirt to wipe the sweat on his forehead, exposing his taut abs. Junghwa makes a surprised sound before turning around with her cheeks ablaze.

“Don’t do that! You’re outside for fuck’s sake!”

Jeongguk chuckles from behind Junghwa. “Sorry, bad habit.” He puts his hands on Junghwa’s shoulders to turn her back around. “It’s safe now. You can see my abs another day.”

Junghwa’s grumble of I don’t wanna see them gets lost in Jeongguk’s next words: “What do you think about making their words come true?”

“What words.”

“The ones that said we’re dating.”

“No. They will do worse things to me than what they did today.”

“They won’t, okay, listen to me.” Jeongguk actually looks like he has a plan inside his head. “I’ll protect you. I’ll tell them not to mess with you again or they’ll be banned from my future basketball matches—or something, I’ll think about that later. Or I can yell at them, threaten to hate them if they dare mess with you again. Anything, so they can’t hurt you again.”

It’s not convincing even the slightest bit, but Junghwa keeps her mouth shut because Jeongguk looks like he still has something to say.

“Or instead of doing this for them, do it for me?” He voices it like a question, eyes hopeful. “I was telling the truth about me falling off my bike because I was distracted by you, all those years ago. I was always so happy whenever we played games together, you know, I even let you beat me on Tekken just so I could see you smile. Junghyun used to tease me a lot about you, I don’t know if you realized but I feel like you should have because he wasn’t subtle about it at all. He was also the one who suggested I bring my team home to practice when we were in middle school, saying that you always watched me whenever I shot hoops in this small basketball court. I always looked at you every time I scored a point, do you remember? And every time, without fail, you would avert your eyes away like you didn’t want to be caught staring at me while I was playing.

Oh and that day when my mom forced us to go to school together because you were uncharacteristically late? I told you to go to class first because I was nervous to walk in together with you. I didn’t want the whole school to know how much I like you because for sure it was going to be plastered all over my face. And that day I was really upset because I had to tell everyone that we were neighbors. I wanted people to know that we’re together as a couple, not just mere neighbors who have known each other since childhood. God, it was really hard for me, Junghwa. So hard.”

Junghwa is spiraling because who would have thought that the kid with bowl-cut hair, chubby cheeks, and two big front teeth has secretly been crushing on her for the past six years?

“But why did you always tell people that we are not dating whenever we get mistaken as a couple?”

“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I made sure people know that we weren’t a couple, because we were not. It honestly also served as a reminder to myself, because sometimes I get lost in my feelings and look at us as a couple too. Like a reality check, or something. But hey, wouldn’t it be cute if we became a couple since a long time ago? Childhood friends and neighbors, turned lovers. That’s some movie material right there.”

“You’re rambling.”

“I know,” Jeongguk grins. “So? Be my girlfriend?”

Junghwa fakes gagging when Jeongguk shoots her a quick wink after his question.

“Come on, that way I don’t have to tell your mom that I’m not actually your boyfriend. I also promise to stop playing basketball at three in the morning—”

“Right! That! Why did you start playing at an ungodly hour? It’s really annoying.”

“To get your attention, what else?” Jeongguk answers like it’s an obvious and known fact. “I know you’re always awake at that hour, and I love your reaction whenever I dribble my basketball too loud. That time when you came out and yelled at me? You looked so cute I wanted to come up and squish you in my arms. Could be considered the best day of my life, even. I’m sorry about the window incident, though. I really didn’t mean to hurt you like that.”

“I’m sorry too, for being too hostile to you afterwards. I just can’t help but feel … like I was ‘one of your girls’, you know? I didn’t know how you treated them but that was certainly not how you treated me in the years we know each other. You’ve always treated me like a friend, or a neighbor, not a lover, that when you showed just a little bit of change I freaked out.”

“Don’t worry, Junghwa. For me, you’re the only one.”

“That’s gross.”

“Hey!”

“You know I still feel weird about this, right?”

Jeongguk and Junghwa are currently seated in Junghwa’s living room, the TV playing in the background serving as white noise. There’s some space between them, one that Junghwa created because she still finds it weird that now the boy with the black hair in front of her is her boyfriend.

“That’s fine. You don’t know how it feels to be pining for your neighbor for six years straight, so I can imagine this is all so sudden to you.”

“Thanks, Jeongguk.”

“Yeah, Junghwa.”

Junghwa chuckles upon hearing their names being said one after another like that.

“You know, one of the girls today said to me that my name is a sham because the first syllable is Jung, just like yours. She said I was so desperate to get your attention that I had to have the name ‘Junghwa’, a name so similar to yours. She sounded really stupid that I couldn’t come up with a response. I just tried my best not to laugh in her face.”

Jeongguk scrunches up his face. “Really? I’m offended that I have a ‘fanclub’ that stupid.”

“Better educate them better, then.”

“I’d rather educate my girlfriend on how to do lay-ups properly. She’s short so she will have a hard time but I’m willing to teach her my ways so we can play together in the future. Who knows, maybe she’ll become a star basketball player just like her boyfriend.”

“Nope. No more basketballs. I’ll just watch you from the sidelines and clap whenever you score a point.”

“Can I kiss you every time I score?”

“No.”

Jeongguk pouts. Maybe he’d have to steal kisses at three in the morning, while Junghwa yells at him for dribbling his basketball too loud. Maybe he’d have to steal kisses in the morning that Junghwa is riding to school with him. Or maybe he could steal kisses when they play basketball together, just the two of them. He’d teach her how to shoot again and do the cliche things in their respective orders just like what he did today.

“You can kiss me after you win a game.”

And the black-haired boy laughs, brighter than he ever has in the past six years.

— a/n: thanks for reading! tell me your thoughts here and pls wait for the last part of ggukhwa hehehe :)

sugar and spice ( 1 )

pairing : resident bad boy!jjk x model student!reader

setting : highschool!au x stepbrother!au

summary :

a messy highschool!au x stepbrother!au where model student reader who has quite a few dirty little secrets sees her world take an unexpected turn when her mother comes home one day with an engagement announcement, to the father of none other than the school's resident bad boy.... Jeon Jungkook.

genre : smut, for laughs, kinda pornish, slow burn with collosaly overwhelming sexual tension

rating: soft m ( for now ) due to adult content

warnings : unconventional relationship of sexual nature, tropes and clichès, teenagers partaking in porn-esque activities, made up things with made up people happening in a made up world, don't like don't read XD

wordcount : 2.3K

a/n : i've been fighting in a long standing war and I have lost. the man known as jeon jungkook had his foot on my neck for years and today, I have finally submitted to my fate and surrendered to his reign.

yes. after a hundred years, i'm writing again. specifically, writing for bts. particularly, writing for jungkook. its been a long time coming.

life just took over and I transitioned into an adult and kind of grew out of the state of mind I was in before. but. sigh. jeon jungkook has been tormenting me the whole time. it was only a matter of time before i relapsed honestly.

so here I am again. in mind, body and spirit, a different person from who I was before but still the same in the sense that with the way bts have my whole heart, jk will always be the demon in the corner of my room that I invite to bed for a cuddle even though it's (probably really) not good for me.

do not misconstrue. I love him more than I can say. but. sigh. he has me in a chokehold, loves. please try to understand where I'm coming from.

anyways, enough with this ranting. you all came here for the nitty gritty so let me not hold you hostage with my dilemma rambling any longer. here's to the first bts fic i've posted in literal years. introducing- sugar and spice.

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Unless they told someone, no one would have been able to guess it.

At school they were complete strangers.

She was the nice head girl with a clean record, all smiles and straight A’s. He was the mysterious bad boy with a track record, all tatted up with bruised knuckles.

She wore plaid skirts with neat pleads in them and pastel sweaters with bows at the collar. He wore jeans with rips in them and leather jackets with studs.

They couldn't have been any more different.

As far as anyone was concerned, they existed on two extreme ends of a vast spectrum.

What they didn't know was that they shared a dirty little secret.

.

You were a girl with many dirty secrets.

For instance, you used to sell nudes online. It was a side hustle you did.

Not because you needed money.

Your mom was a renowned doctor so there was more than enough of that in your life.

Not because you needed validation from people online either.

Even without the constant compliments and the praises you knew you were visually blessed with a pretty face and a nice body too.

All things considered, you simply thought you had a nice pair of tits and you took pictures of them sometimes.

Posting the shots you snapped online came much later when you heard about this website where people were getting paid crazy money for posting racy things.

‘It’s just so degrading…’ It was one of your friends, June, who sneered, pretty nose scrunched up. She fixed her long ponytail and rolled her brown eyes while looking in the mirror at her locker. ‘Who would do such a thing, am I right?’

She said this, but June was the girl who has slept with more boys than she could count on her two hands. And those were the ones she told you about.

Like every other time, you said nothing. Even when it carried on to lunch with the rest.

‘Pretty desperate if you ask me.’ Mei the stellar track runner shrugged casually as she stretched her limbs like routine.

‘Where are their parents?’ Nina the library nerd shook her head in disapproval as she fixed her glasses so it sat right on the bridge of her nose.

‘Um… I don’t think it’s … appropriate… to talk about ….’ Kiko the one who always carried a cross and bible around mumbled into her sleeve.

All your friends spoke of it in derision and repulsion of course. This was a school for proper children so they were proper girls. At least they were supposed to be.

Regardless the conversation sparked a curiosity in you.

So you made an account and uploaded your first picture. Nothing bizarre. Just your tits in a pretty lace bra.

You made sure to keep your face out of the frame because that was the smart thing to do and you were nothing if not the smartest student in school.

In all honesty, you weren’t expecting anything out of it. In fact, in between work with student council and tutoring your juniors with finals right around the corner, you even forgot about it for an entire month.

It was by a complete whim that you decided to open the app while you’d been unwinding at your desk following a tedious day at school.

To say you were amused by the response you found waiting for you would have be a grave understatement.

You were staring at the four figure digit that now sat in your bank account.

Reading through the comment section was even more interesting.

There were all sorts of people there who had all sorts of things to say. Ranging from honestly sweet to downright dirty.

You had never been brought to tears laughing in her life before until then.

It was just so funny to see people misbehave and lose their minds over a pair of tits.

From then on it just sort of became a thing.

.

But that wasn't the worse of your secrets.

You were making a name for yourself on the crude web months later.

The next step was naturally to move from making taking pictures to making videos. Since you was already in too deep you didn’t see why not.

So you upgraded and opened another account. An amateur one where your touched yourself for an audience.

You were no prude.

You might have never been touched by a boy before but you had touched yourself plenty times. Stress and frustration came hand in hand with being head girl. Since you couldn’t quite vent it out at the annoying troublemakers at school, this was your second best option.

Third was watching porn, but that was mostly when you were extremely bored.

But that wasn’t where that little endeavor ended.

Later on it became a lot more risqué.

.

It all started when your mom hit you with a marriage announcement.

She met a guy on her business trip who she really liked and she was convinced he was the one.

Your mom had a tragic history of being a bad judge of character.

You’ve had this conversation at least five times since you became old enough to understand that boys and girls who were just friends didn’t kiss and sleep with each other.

Most times, it felt like she was doing it because she thought you needed a dad around.

You might have once, when you were younger and your mom was too busy with work to be there. But she worked from home these days and you were soo busy with school to worry about things like that.

This time it was like she was doing it for her. You were glad.

Your mom looked genuinely happy when she spoke about this guy.

Who were you to get in the way?

.

She spent almost the whole weekend in the kitchen. It was the longest you’ve seen her in there in your entire life.

She was excited for the dinner on Sunday.

Mr Jeon was the name of the chosen man.

He was coming over with his kid. A son, his only family. His wife passed away years ago.

You wore the dress your mom picked out for you, something cream in color and off the shoulders that brushed your knees. She looked pretty in her champagne dress. It was different from the office slacks and loose blouses you were used to seeing her in.

You stood by her at the door while the guests came through.

Lifting your head from a polite bow, you found herself staring straight into an achingly familiar pair of glinting dark eyes and went completely still.

‘Sweetie,' Your mother said sounding delighted, a soft hand on your stiff shoulder. 'This is Mr Jeon and his son Jungkook.’

Ah. Fuck.

‘Jeon dear, this is my daughter. Isn’t she lovely?’

.

Dinner was a mild affair, with small talk and the occasional clinking of cutlery on fine china.

From the outside looking in, you probably looked the picture perfect family already.

Only if no-one looked close enough.

Arms crossed, tongue in cheek. Your discomfort could be detected from miles away.

The two adults were oblivious.

The dark eyed boy with the slightest wave to his nape touching, brow grazing, ear covering onyx hair sat across you though; he took note of this with a passing glance and wordlessly returned to his food.

Jeon Jungkook had a countenance that betrayed his reputation.

Even though you’ve never talked, you knew plenty about him and you were sure he knew a lot about you too.

You went to the same school.

Dressed as he was in a crisp white dress shirt buttoned at the wrist and dark tailored pants with a fine belt on, it might have been hard to tell what kind of person he really was.

You lifted her gaze from your plate to look study him wordlessly, idly twisting the noodles with your fork.

People either called him the black sheep or the dark cloud but for you, Jeon Jungkook was the school’s resident lone wolf.

He smoked in the secluded areas on campus, sometimes playing his guitar. Beat up people who got on his nerves, sometimes using his guitar. Slept in class the rare times he was there, many times on his guitar.

Being his senior, you had never seen any of any of that for yourself. But you received plenty reports weekly to come to a sound conclusion.

There was no way people hated him enough to join hands in solidarity and make this all up.

It was quite the contrary actually. He had an alarming number of fans.

On the surface level you couldn’t see why. Most times you saw him, he looked bored out his mind and honestly, intimidating.

Maybe it was the tattoos. Or the ripped skinny jeans. Or the leather jackets with studs.

Maybe it was the domineering height and fit frame and structured face.

Maybe it was the intense dark eyes or the silky ruffled hair.

Even then, you failed to see the irresistible appeal in him. All those things that made him up only added to his unapproachable aura.

Bottom line was, he was bad news.

.

You didn’t want to be a spoil sport.

But how much of a thug your mom’s boyfriend’s son was shouldn’t be something that would make her like him less.

They were both their own people. Right ?

It was just that you just didn’t want her to be shocked and devastated if something happened later. When it happened.

Yet it seemed the serious conversation would have to wait.

After dinner your mom suggested you head to the living room to chat over wine and cheese.

You stayed back to do take out the dishes.

Earlier, your mom had stood to do it instead at first.

‘Don’t bother with that, dear.’ She reached for the plates in your hands. ‘Let me do it.’

‘It’s okay, mom.’ You smiled a little. ‘This is your night. I’ll meet you in the living room.’

'Sweetie...' Your mom looked close to tears. ‘But there’s so much of it…’

‘Jungkook,’ his father's voice had cut through the moment. He was a serious man in a crisp suit with a stoic countenance. His voice was just naturally authoritarian without him trying ‘Give her a hand.’

Jungkook stood, almost robotically.

‘It’s fine.’ You said. Politely. Nicely. Tightly. ‘I can handle this much.’

You left without another word.

That had been moments ago and now you were done with cleaning.

You stood at living room entrance for a while, taking in the scene.

The two adults were exchanging moon eyes and whispering in each other’s ears at the love seat.

Jungkook was sitting on a solo seat, but he was on his phone, completely unbothered by what was happening.

Your mom seemed to think it was the perfect time to pull out the photo album right then and there upon seeing you.

It was embarrassing but at least you knew you didn’t have to worry about the pictures spreading at school.

Jungkook was looking, picking up a picture occasionally to rove over, but he wasn’t the type to do that.

He also wasn’t the type to stare but you felt his glance shifting to you and lingering multiple times.

Once, you caught his eyes and he just stared at you across the coffee table wordlessly with a curious tilt to his head, idly flipping a picture of you dressed as a knight in glitter shining armor for Halloween at eight in his hands.

Honestly, it was starting to get annoying.

But you endured. For your mom’s sake.

.

Your alarm went off at exactly ten.

As subtly as you could, you excused yourself with an apology to the guests, saying you weren't really feeling well.

In hindsight you probably should have used a better excuse.

Your mom was notorious when it came to worrying, especially when it comes to your health.

Also, you probably should’ve locked the door before undressing just for good measure since people were over.

But in the moment, you were too busy setting your camera up where you were kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed to be concerned about that.

That day you were testing out a new toy.

.

Distractedly, you took note of a couple of people asking you if that was your boyfriend’s shirt you had lifted over your tits.

You ignored them.

Couldn’t a girl own an oversized tee without getting any flack?

Trivial comments like that aside, a good majority of the audience are fawning over how wet you were and how perfect you bouncing tits look being played with.

Your head fell back and your eyes fluttered shut.

You were sitting there, knees raised to your chest and legs splayed, your gushing pussy in full display where the toy was stuffed deep into her tightness, vibrating pleasantly.

‘I’m close…’ you mumbled throatily, squeezing your tits and pinching your stiff nipples in between your moving fingers. You moved your hips move faster, feeling the toy buzz against fluttering walls. You took a hand off one of your tits to rub at your engorged clit. ‘Fuckfuckfuck…’

Deep in your high, you didn’t hear the door open and close with a foreboding click.

You only heard your name being called by a deep, smooth voice through the heady haze.

Instantly you stilled.

When you snapped your head to look over her shoulder Jungkook was there, hands in his pockets, leaning against your doorframe with his sleeves drawn up to his elbows, muscle roped, inked skin on full display.

When he tilted his head to the side a little, appraisively, you dared to say as a quaking chill ran down your spine and your entire body felt like it was about to burst into flames, a bit of his hair fell over his face.

His eyes were like two black in the dark as he took you in, dragging his gaze up and down your exposed body languidly.

In the back of your mind, you wished the ground would part and swallow you whole.

‘Your mom,' he starts, capturing your attention wholly, dark gaze finally flickering to your face, his voice suddenly lower, hoarser. ‘She sent me over to check on you.’

It took you a moment to realize where you were, who you were, who he was.

It was like a bucket of cold water had been dropped over your head.

Jeon Jungkook, the school's resident trouble maker, soon to be your step brother, just walked in on you fingering yourself in in front of a recording camera.

Well. Yeah.

You gulped.

You were royally fucked.

depending on the response I get I might ( most probably will ) delete this. not because I'm ashamed of my work. because I'm embarrassed of myself. I really swore to never write again and here I am. sigh. yes, I have seen my previous works and noticed just how terrible they were and this is a big reason why. so sorry for putting you through that. a million apologies.

also, that's right. I have adopted a new style which might not be to everyone's liking. another reason why.

anyways, if you liked this filth ( i know it seems mild but I can tell you it's very likely gonna get worse ) please idk uh... fuck this isn't ao3. hm.

like and drop by in the ask box if you liked it and want to see more. it makes me happy. its like serotonin fuel to me.

have a nice day. see you next time ( maybe ). stay fresh. yeah. 💜💜.

sugar and spice ( 2 )

pairing : resident bad boy!jjk x model student!reader

setting : highschool!au x stepbrother!au

summary :

a messy highschool!au x stepbrother!au where model student reader who has quite a few dirty little secrets sees her world take an unexpected turn when her mother comes home one day with an engagement announcement, to the father of none other than the school’s resident bad boy…. Jeon Jungkook.

genre : smut, for laughs, kinda pornish, slow burn with collosaly overwhelming sexual tension

rating: soft m ( for now ) due to adult content

warnings : unconventional relationship of sexual nature, tropes and clichès, teenagers partaking in porn-esque activities, made up things with made up people happening in a made up world, don’t like don’t read XD

wordcount : 3k

a/n: honestly overwhelming response for the first part. thank you so much 💜💜💜😳

here's the second.

somehow, this took up a new genre for itself while editing and became sort of a bit enemies to friends to partners in sin.

that is to say, I have a template for this but this could go any ( dirty ) way.

let me know if you like this and are curious to know how things play out.

also, spot the cameo. it's so dumb but still. I couldn't think of anything else.

enjoy.

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Paranoia was an old friend of yours.

Very real, very scary and not very nice to you, your peace of mind or your tested soul.

In your head, you already played out a million different ways the image you’d spent years building could come falling apart.

All because of him. Jeon Jungkook.

Though much to your surprise and fortune- he didn’t tell anyone.

You spent the entire weekend fretting over nothing.

It was almost like none of it ever happened.

Like your parents weren't about to tie the knot soon. Like you weren’t about to become step siblings.

Like he didn't walk in on his said step sister to be masturbating in front of a camera.

In the aftermath of that inexplicably humiliating incident, you had to make up some dumb excuse to satiate your viewers for ending the stream so abruptly.

It was your cat they heard speaking, you told them.

Cats don’t speak of course, certainly not in a deep baritone. But they were effectively distracted by the string of full nudes you posted soon after that.

Those few accusatory comments saying that you did have a boyfriend after all were buried by those coming from very horny people who were over the moon about the little apology gift.

That was out of the way, but you had a more pressing matter at hand.

That night, Jungkook had walked out after saying what he had to say without another word, leaving you feeling stunned and oddly cold.

It was like all the heat in your body just ceased to exist the moment he closed the door behind him and left you there all on your own. You didn’t even get to finish but that was beside the point.

The point was, you thought that meant like with many other things, and as people should since this was a free world, he didn’t give a shit what you did with your free time or your body.

But as the days progressed, you couldn’t help but wonder if you were gravely mistaken.

Because contrary to that, he seemed to be up to something.

These days, he came around very often. Completely unprovoked and on his own accord.

It didn’t help that your mom loved having him around and feeding him.

Sometimes he was there for lunch after school. Other times he was there to fucking read the books in the study.

It was all ridiculous and quite honestly it was starting to get on your fraying nerves.

He didn’t even live there! You grumbled in pure frustration internally every time your mom asked you to add an extra plate for him on the dining table. This was your place!

Intentional or not he seemed to just love spending his time at your house for some reason.

But that just wouldn’t do.

The thing was you didn't know how to tell him you’d like to have the peace of mind he’d robbed you of by being all up in your living space every other day back.

He couldn’t just keep coming around.

Things were awkward enough without you having to see him often so already in between fleeting glimpses at school and lingering glances over the occasional dinner.

He might have been able to play it cool because it didn’t matter to him but this was a big deal for you.

He knew your secret and what else were you to do but be on edge and fidgety around him even though it seemed like he wouldn’t say a word of it?

But in the end, you couldn’t voice out your concerns. Not to him and certainly not to your mom.

So you were stuck here.

In between a massive rock and a very hard place.

Forced to endure even though you really felt like you’d been pushed past your limit.

Because he was there all the time.

For the most random reasons doing the most random things at the most random places at the most random time.

One time he had been casually listening to music while smoking by the pool and stroking the strings of his damned, matte black guitar.

You had been so stressed from all the work at school with the elections for new committee members amongst the juniors coming up so you thought to go for a swim to relax your self.

You honestly thought no one was around.

It was a Wednesday at noon so your mother was at lunch with some friends from high school. Plus, in the back of your mind, you’d reasoned that Jungkook usually only ever came over when she was around.

So you put on your best little bikini, grabbed a floatie and a soft drink and you went out.

Only to pause when you saw him sitting on one of the white lounging chairs, just looking at you with his earphones on, fingers having stilled mid strumming with a soft veil of smoke over his face.

You didn’t need to think twice to turn back.

There had been something about how his heavy lidded gaze took you in through the smoke as he did that thing where he cocked his head to the side that made you step back and quickly go back in.

You felt yourself get impossibly hotter when you realized you were probably giving him an eyeful of your poorly covered ass in motion.

You knew he was looking. You could feel his stare. Heavy. Intent. Dark. Swirling.

Like when he'd walked in on you.

You were hot and bothered the entire day.

In the end you couldn’t get anything productive done with a straight mind. And it was all his fault.

.

It took you about two weeks to crack.

That particular evening you were decided on telling your mom about this dilemma you were in.  

Coincidentally, your mom had gone and invited him and his dad over for dinner.

Great. Just great.

You had no choice but to deeply consider the possibility of having to spill the beans another time.

Because choosing now to tell your mom meant you would probably need to tell his dad as well since they were attached at the hip every time he came over.

But no, you wouldn’t expose him in front of his father too. You weren’t cruel. Also you didn’t need the school's menace resenting you for making his strict, uptight dad turn on him.

If he didn’t have a reason to expose you before, he certainly would have one if things spiraled out that way.

So you bit your bitter tongue.

This time around, dinner was a more relaxed affair.

The weather was nice so your mom decided on a barbeque at your back yard.

This meant you wore a flowy sun dress like your mom did and he wore a loose navy shirt with the sleeves rolled up and some black casual beach shorts.

His tattoos were on full display.

You stared.

You were only distracted by them and how the patterns dance on his skin when his muscles flex as he flips whatever he is cooking on the fire because she’s never seen them in full before, you strongly reasoned.

Even with his sleeves rolled up when he was uniform, you'd only seen what he had on his forearm briefly other than the ones on the back of his hand.

That night didn’t count. It was too dim to see well. Also, that night technically didn’t exist.

Your eyes were particularly drawn to the little something peeking out the collar of his shirt.

You were too busy trying to figure out whether the curling ink around his collar bone was the flick of flames or the end of a dragon’s tail to notice that he’d lifted the hem of his shirt to wipe at the dots of sweet at his brows.

When you do, you suddenly found yourself being given an eyeful of impossibly ripped, ridged pure muscle.

You almost dropped your glass like you did your jaw.

What the holy fuck?

At that exact moment, he lifted his gaze and caught you staring.

He was probably expecting you to look away. Any decent human would expect that if they caught someone staring at them so openly. Gawking, to be completely honest.

But you didn’t. You quickly recover, pulling yourself together, and you met his gaze squarely.

You clutched the drink in your hand tight. Your pride wouldn’t let you look away.

In your own way, it was your little pay back, weak as it was.

He held your gaze with an unreadable look on his face for a moment with that signature slight tilt to his head and an added lift to his brow, before he looked away. Wordlessly, he let his shirt fall to push his hair back with his hand and went back to grilling.

You let herself breath then and tried not to think about how his biceps flexed at the motion, how his hair slicked back made him look even more dangerous and how the little smirk you caught on his lips was making you feel things she shouldn’t be.

.

Your mom suggested you all hang out at the pool once you were done eating.

You hadn’t been there since that day with him and quite frankly, you would rather not be.

Not with him.

You knew your mom had a swimsuit underneath her dress. She made you wear one as well.

She probably told them to come prepared for a swim too.

Just thinking about it made you short circuit.

You tore your gaze away from where he was standing with his father at the poolside, staring blankly at the surface as the older man talked to him about something.

You'd just come back from clearing the table with your mom.

When you guys got close enough, the men look your way. Jungkook’s eyes immediately landed on you. Meanwhile you just stare at your mom, trying to ignore his inexplicably fixed attention on you.

‘It’s shame we can’t swim.’

Your mother said, reaching for her boyfriend’s hand. She gave Jungkook a soft, apologetic smile.

‘Maybe once the weather is not so chilly.’ She sighed regretfully. ‘If I had known you were sensitive to the cold I would have suggested something else.’

‘It’s fine.’ Your eyes flicker to him. The smile he puts on is small and polite. ‘I’m not a very good swimmer anyway I’m afraid.’

‘Nonsense.’ She dismissed in good nature. ‘I heard you were quite the athlete in middle school. It’s all your father ever talks about sometimes. Right, honey?'

His father just grumbled.

You couldn’t hide your surprise at this revelation. You didn’t know this before.

Jungkook was quiet for a moment. Then he smiles a little with a shrug.

‘That was in the past.’

Your eyes just glided to him when he said that.

The tug at his lip looked wry and sad.

You’d never seen him like this before.

Solemn. Sombre. Not serious or intimidating or indifferent.

It felt like you were viewing him in a new light.

.

You settled on drinks by the pool. It was what your mom does to lighten things up.

It seemed like the gloom from earlier wasn’t all part just a part of your imagination.

Her mother suddenly chirped in between the light conversation.

'Why don't you guys get together and have a little group study?'

You suppressed the urge to groan and roll your eyes to the back of your head. You knew what she was trying to do and you wanted no part in it.

You had the words no way sitting at the tip of you tongue.

You had the words no way sitting at the tip of you tongue.

He beat you to it.

'That sounds nice,' he dared to say, even politely addressing your mom with Mrs. alongside her surname in the end uttered just the way she liked. 'I'd like that.’

You gawked at him in disbelief. Complete and utterly speechless.

Was he insane ??

'Doesn't it? Great!' Your mom is over the moon. 'Dear, take him to the study. You guys can do your teenager things and get along over books there.'

.

Your mom was loving and caring and she only ever wanted the best for you. You knew this.

Maybe she wanted them to get to know each other. Or maybe she just wanted to have some alone time with her man.

Either way, she practically shoved you two into the house with so much enthusiasm you wondered if she really loved you because suddenly you found yourself stuck inside your house with the last person you wanted to be with and you did not feel safe or rested.

The walk up the spirally stairs to the study had got to be one of the most intense, dragging moments of your whole life.

He remained a few steps behind you all through out the journey, following your lead in his own leisured pace.

A few steps too damn far behind in your opinion.

From that angle, you had a strong inkling that he could see your underwear from beneath your dress.

You knew this because you were familiar with what it felt like when he was staring.

What you couldn’t quite explain is why you didn't do a thing about it.

.

If awkward silence could manifest into a solid form for being so intense, there would have been a third occupant in the room the moment you two walked into the study.

It would’ve been so massive, all the high shelves and wooden tables lined up would have been demolished.

Jungkook remained the quiet person he was, looking around and skimming through the books on the shelves.

You were standing a safe distance away from him, absently doing the same. The books were interesting and all but you were admittedly more taken by the ink on his skin.

Up close you could clearly see the artistic patterns and symbols etched onto him.

While staring at the tats on his knuckles you couldn't help but also notice that the titles he picked up were rather complex.

Certainly not the kind of thing even high intellects reached for. Evidently, those tomes had been collecting dust in there for ages.

You were decidedly curious. Itching to ask. Hell, dying to know.

You dived before you could overthink it and find reasons not to satiate your rabid curiosity.

'You like Reader?' he paused and looked at you from the corner of his eyes. At his questioning look she gesture to the book he was holding. 'That's the third book of theirs you picked up.'

'Yeah.' he said casually, nodding a little while flipping through it. 'Their books are nice.'

A crippling lapse of silence ensues.

You tore your gaze away from his profile to stare at the titles in front of you with a burn at your cheeks, fiddling with the polished spines.

How fucking awkward. All of this.

He probably felt the same.

What were you even doing?

You thought about telling him to ignore your mom’s attempt at trying to make the two of you get along. He obviously wasn’t looking for company or a friend. Quite frankly, neither were you. Certainly not from him. You were just trying to be not rude. Something you aren’t really surprised he probably failed to understand in all honesty.

But then he spoke, dragging you out of your reverie.

'What about you?'

Your head shot up and you found that he was standing a lot closer than before, having moved to reach for yet another complicated book to idly browse through at the top shelf.

This close, you could can smell him. Soft mint and clean soap and moonlight, not smoke. He disregarded the pages in his hands to give you a side way glance.

‘What do you like?’

There was a perpetual spark swimming in the dark depth of his eyes. It was striking. Pretty even.

When he lightly raised a brow at you, your thoughts jumbled all over before it fell back into place and you realized you were staring very openly.

But this time was different from the last time. When he had been miles away, flashing you his ripped abs.

In your reverie, you hadn’t notices that he had leaned a little to meet your eyes, and that he was real close. Like real close, looking at you intently with his head cocked to the side questioningly, like he was wondering what was going on inside your head. You could feel his breath fanning your face.

Shit.

'Uh,’ you scrambled for an answer, quickly tearing your gaze away from him to appraise the bookshelf. Your face felt like it was on fire. Considering how he hadn’t moved, he could probably see just how blazed in the face you were. Out of pure instinct, you grabbed a random book and shoved it into him to make some space in between your bodies.

Maybe with a little too much force. There was a dull thump and it made you wince.

'This.’

You hated how squeaky and breathless you sounded. Like you’d just ran a marathon. Might as well have, with how hard and fast your heart was pounding.

Jungkook took it from you, and you allowed yourself to look at him as he looked the cover over, completely fine, like you hadn’t just smacked him in the chest with a book.

The corner of his lips lifted a little as he flipped it over, cocking his head the other way before he chanced you a glance, making you blink rapidly and stand on edge.

'You sure?' he asked, sounding pretty amused. You were confused for a moment until he held  it up for you to see, flashing you a full on toothy grin like you’d never seen on him before. 'You like books about horse gentilia?'

The jump in your chest was something you quickly dismissed as being one of sinking dread rather than anything else.

All the color that had been congesting your face washed away.

If there was a time you truly wished the ground would swallow your entire existence whole, it would be right then and there.

word is telling me I made up the word genitilia but I’m pretty sure it’s real because it just rolls off the tongue ( smooth ) like butter like a criminal under the cover.

the hole is one of the recurring characters so please be nice to it.

alot of things happening here if you squint and look closely.

any-whomst've, hope you all liked it. let me know if you did and I don't know come say hi? 😳 have a nice day 💜

sugar and spice ( 3 )

pairing : resident bad boy!jjk x model student!reader

setting : highschool!au x stepbrother!au

summary :

a messy highschool!au x stepbrother!au where model student reader who has quite a few dirty little secrets sees her world take an unexpected turn when her mother comes home one day with an engagement announcement, to the father of none other than the school’s resident bad boy…. Jeon Jungkook.

genre : smut, for laughs, kinda pornish, slow burn with collosaly overwhelming sexual tension

rating: soft m ( for now ) due to adult content

warnings : unconventional relationship of sexual nature, tropes and clichès, teenagers partaking in porn-esque activities, made up things with made up people happening in a made up world, don’t like don’t read XD

wordcount : 2.3K

a/n: .... did anyone else see jk on vlive? yeah? you are speaking to my ghost.

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In hindsight, Jeon Jungkook was not a bad person.

Sure, it took some time for you to figure this out and it was a little embarrassing to admit since you’d been so sure he was no good- but hey. Better late than never right?

Despite the flurry of attention his mere existence garnered, Jungkook wasn’t really a people’s person.

He liked spending time on his own, lost in own little world filled where he indulged in music and art and the nuance of complex literature and that was completely okay.

You learned a lot about him from spending some time pouring over book upon book with him whenever he came around.

To start, you two actually managed to get some studying done. At this point, you’d become a tutor of his of sorts.

Of the many things you discovered, the ones that stuck with you the most was that Jungkook was a very fast learner and that looks could indeed be very deceiving. 

He might dress like a delinquent, but he was far from being one. No-one would believed you if you told them but- Jeon Jungkook was a born genius.

Concepts just stuck with him like glue and he simply understood even the most complex of things easily. Sometimes you found yourself entranced watching him explain how he’d solved an equation.

It got to the point where you would just take to asking him things you knew he knew so you could hear how he rambled a little while casually presenting his ideas, pointing here and there on the spread of questions and sometimes tapping lightly for emphasis to show you what he meant, his gaze shifting to you from beneath his fringe for your little nod of approval.

Maybe you should’ve known earlier. This was the guy who always miraculously came first in his year.

Though, to your defense, you had received many reports from unhappy students saying he cheats.

Though knowing him as you did now, you were certain of two things.

Jungkook actually didn’t care enough about school to go such lengths. If he aced the test it was purely because he felt bored enough to pick up the pen and write something instead of doodling on the paper.

Also, he didn’t give a damn about things like being a star achiever or an outstanding student or even appealing to the rest of the school with a studious, acceptable image. Evidently, he did as he pleased, dressed as he pleased and he was comfortable that way.

He was different from you. So different.

But you clicked surprisingly well.

Between the banter and the random talks in between study sessions here and there, you could say that no-one in the world has ever made you laugh your ass off the way Jungkook did.

It would be something clumsy he did. Or something silly he said. Completely unaware of it mostly, but sometimes just to bug you or tease you.

He was also just a massive meme-bank and you loved memes.

This was, of course, not something any one at school you knew about you.

There you were the the nice girl who was a good leader, with a good head on her shoulder and a good family name to back up.

You weren’t supposed to be relatable. You were supposed to be different from the rest. The best of the best. Excellent in everything you did.

Unattainable. Unreachable. Untouchable.

Meanwhile he was living a life where he didn’t have to worry about messing up or spending every waking hour of his life trying to keep a reputation you weren’t even sure you had built yourself.

Maybe it was weird, that you didn’t you didn’t resent him for it. For his freedom. How he could just be him out in the open freely even with all the eyes on him. In fact, you admired him.

His presence was a bit like a soothing balm to you. Something fresh and new and fun, very unlike the people you kept around you at school.

Sometimes, you even wondered what it would be like if you were close friends.

But it was only a fleeting thought. One you quickly dismissed before it went out of control.

Because that was impossible.

Your parents were engaged. You were about to be step siblings.

Plus, in any other circumstance it wouldn't make any sense for you two to be hanging out in the first place.

 At school, you still acted like strangers.

Though now it was admittedly a little bit harder because everyone knew about your parents from their parents who’d received invitations.

Suddenly, the unapproachable bad boy became approachable. At least to a certain degree.

‘Give him this.' or 'Tell him that.'

You were starting to hear words like these every day from friends and strangers alike. 

Jungkook already had many not-so-secret admirers and now that you were practically his step sister, you suddenly became the middle man.

It irked you to hell's end and back but you were the good girl.

You couldn’t yell at them to do it themselves or to leave you alone.

Good girls were nice girls.

So you took the gifts and requests with a big smile that dropped as soon as they left along with her hands to your sides.

Whenever they reached him, the gifts were always a little crushed.

Jungkook was sitting in the living room in a grey and green flannel over a grey shirt and some loose jeans when you slid the small dented green box over the coffee table to him.

He picked it up from the desk, twirling it in his hands.

‘What's this?'

'Another gift. Cake maybe, I don’t know.’ The way you were setting your books down on the table had the contents on it shaking. ‘Mei from track. She likes you.'

He dragged his eyes away from you to stare at the wrapped box silently for a while then he nodded.

'I see.' His attention flickered to you again and he set the gift aside. ‘You good?’

'Of course.’

You slammed another book onto the table.

He raised a brow.

‘Really?’

You turned to look at him. He met your gaze levelly, so watchful that you wondered if he had indeed caught you bull-shitting.

Except you weren’t bull-shitting.

Your truly, honestly, really, absolutely were good.

Why else wouldn’t you be?

‘Yes.’ You nodded with a smile that felt too tight to the point of hurting on your face. ‘Let’s get to studying, shall we?'

.

The next time you agreed to meet up at yours finds you pacing back and forth like some worried housewife waiting for a husband she suspects to be unfaithful to come home.

It was 8pm.

Jungkook should've been there at 4 in the evening.

You rush to the door the moment you hear the bell and practically wrench it open.

Jungkook is standing on the other side, in a grey baggy shirt under a black bomber jacket, some dark blue jeans with his bag slung on his shoulder and a silver chain hanging at his neck.

‘Hey,' He greeted, taking you in with a slight uplift in the corner of his lips. ‘You look like you ran a marathon.’

You straightened to hastily tuck a strand of hair behind your ear in an attempt to make it look less messy and leveled him with the most serious look you could while you heaved a little.

‘You’re late.’

‘Sorry, I got caught up in something.’ He said, scratching the back of his neck, ruffling the wavy ends of his hair that touched his nape. ‘Did I keep you waiting long?’

He smelt  like smoke when he walked in past you. It was faint, mingling with the scent of his cologne, mint and something clean like soap or fabric freshener. Tolerable. At least he didn’t smell like some girl.

‘No.’ You said, after swallowing to moisten your throat as you followed him into the kitchen. 'I wasn’t waiting for you.’

But the ice in the drinks you’d prepared ages ago was long melted, the content in the glass overflowing on the counter.

You spilled the drinks down the drain and prepared fresh glasses as he wordlessly took his jacket off before he grabbed the cloth from where it was hanging over the sink to clean the telling mess.

If he had anything smart to say about your slip up, he spared you the embarrassment and kept it to himself.

‘Let’s finish this quick.’ You said once you got settled on your stools at the counter across each other. ‘Before ten preferably.’

Jungkook was quiet for a while as you opened the textbook to where they had last stopped, mumbling a little under you breath as you mentally went over what you had covered the last session…

‘You have an appointment at ten?’

You blinked and looked up at him. He'd shed his jacket, leaving him in the long sleeved white shirt. He was flipping through the textbook idly. Unruffled. Like he didn’t just speak to you.

‘Something like that.’

You settled on, quickly ducking your head and redirecting your attention to the pages in front of you.

It wasn't something you focused on but the time he walked in on you was nothing short of fresh in your mind.

For the most part you just pushed it to the back of your mind but every time you remembered you flushed hotly, like right now.

Did he forget already?

You wished you had an easy, simple take on life and all its unexpected turns like his. Then maybe your life would’ve turned out very differently.

Maybe you would’ve been able to decide who you wanted to be at school and maybe you would’ve been able to be level headed and mature about what had happened.

.

You continued in silence.

Jungkook was solving a string of equations you had sprung on him and you were reviewing the ones he’d done earlier.

But it was louder than even then in even the most chaotic situation you have seen in.

For some reason, today particularly, he seemed to focused on you instead of his work.

No wonder he was slow. It took him seconds to solve one question but you’d been through only ten in the past half an hour.

Sighing, you lifted your gaze from checking his work to level him with a pointed glare.

Your gaze locked. He was already looking at you.

'What?’ You almost barked. ‘Do I have something on my face.'

'Other than a perpetual scowl?’ Jungkook shrugged, fringe swaying a little as he proceeded to shake his head lightly. 'No, not really.'

Your brows drew in at the center instinctively at the accusation.

'I’m not scowling.'

He simply stared at you. Unimpressed.

You weren’t really helping your case with your face all screwed up.

Your fingers quickly rubbed at the frown in the middle of your brows vigorously and you tapped his book hastily with your free hand to digress.

'Now focus, will you.’ You bit out, glancing at the watch at you wrist. Twenty minutes to ten. ‘Time’s almost up.'

‘Ah.’ He said, nodding. His tone was curt. ‘Your appointment.’

You sent him a hard look.

‘Yes. My appointment.’

He laughed it off like there was some joke you weren’t privy to but otherwise said nothing else as he went back to solving equations.

You stared at the top of his head the entire time.

What was his deal?

.

You were on a short snack break when he brought it up.

'I could stay the night.'

You stopped munching on your carrot for a moment and quickly dragged your gaze away from the fridge you were standing in front of to stare at him.

‘Your mom mentioned a spare room.’ He said, leaning back against the sink where he was stood. He shrugged at your look, gazing over the study material laid out at the island in between you two. ‘It’s just there’s a lot left for us to do and I don’t think I’ll be free this time tomorrow.’

‘What are you suggesting?’

You dared to ask.

'We can have a go at it all night if that's something you want. Here over the counter or at couches in the living room. Maybe even by the pool. I don't mind.’ He elaborated casually. ‘In the morning we could do a little recap of all the things we did at night too.'

You knew what he was talking about.

Studying of course.

But out of context… and you didn’t even know why you took it out of context to begin with… your cheeks felt impossibly hot and your grip on the fridge handle got clammy as it tightened.

Distantly, you registered your heart beat picking up.

'No need for that.’ You waved it off with your carrot, practically slamming the fridge shut.

On shaky feet you sat back at the stool and opened the book you were working with. You feigned concentration while looking through the pages because he was looking at you closely again. Watchful of your every move. Head tilted just so.

You felt like a mouse driven into a corner by a sly, domineering cat.

‘It’s just a couple pages.’ You mumbled hurriedly, eyes fixed on the pages ahead of you. ‘We can finish it now if we’re quick.'

'Sure.' You heard him say after a while. Then he was sitting across you, reaching for his pen and notebook. ‘It was page 49 by the way.’

‘Huh?’

He took the book and opened the page he mentioned.

‘You passed it while flipping.’

This time you flushed out of embarrassment.

'Oh,' You muttered quietly, taking the book as he slid it you. 'Sorry, I was a bit out of it.’

‘No problem,' he said, and you thought you were imagining it until you looked up and found him smirking, a lopsided tilt to his lips as he nodded slowly and expertly twirled his pen in between his fingers, just oozing smugness. ‘I completely understand where you’re coming from. I do that to people sometimes.’

He had the gall to flash you a wink before he got back to his work, humming pleasantly in a way you had to admit, at least mentally, was melodic.

Wow. You could only huff.

What a wonderful piece of work.

And you called him mature?

Shaking your head, you rolled your eyes and held the book up to hide your face.

You didn't want to know what kind of cocky phrase he would pull up if he saw how red your face was.

sorry I was gone for ages. I was stuck in the middle of nowhere at my aunt's with no service and when I got home the first thing i see is jk dancing and singing in his studio in a see through pyjama two set infront of a billion people 🥴 if I write out that camboy!jk that's been on mind now you know who to blame 🤕

anyways, ignoring my dysfunctionalities, how was this chapter ? hoped you like it. the next one is where shit starts to go down so please anticipate and show support if you want to see more of this 😉🥴💜🥺

My Bébé

Pairing : Min Yoongi X Reader 

Genre : fluff

Summary : Good girls go to heaven, bad girl bring heaven to you

Wordcount: 1k

[ A/N: Lol this was a random drabble idea I might turn into a ot7 drabble serie if people end up liking it. Enjoy!]

MASTERLIST

So, to start it off simple, everone knew you.

Like everyone, no exceptions, and so this included Yoongi and his friends of course.

They too were known around the whole school, however, they were known as the 'bad boys'.

You were known as the party popper, with godess like hips and a natural feeling for a good beat. You're the nice kid who you didn't want to mess with cause' you can be toxic too.

In other words, where you were, was the party, where Yoongi was, were often the problems.

The two of you honestly never really bothered with each other, even tough you were in the same class since elementary' and were often seen at the same parties.

Until you were put in detention together.

Like, usually Yoongi's friends come with him or something, but this time they were simply not around, and neither were your friends.

And since you didn't really generally know the other kids around, you decided to just sit by him. Just like that.

You didn't even ask him if the seat was taken, and didn't apologize either when he turned to look at you.

Instead, you took one of his earbuds out and gently put it on the table, asking what he was listening to.

Even tough he had intimidating looks, you were very much aware that he was introvert, and so you took it upon yourself to keep the conversation going.

To your surprise, after around 30 minutes in detention, he took out the other earbud too, giving you his full attention.

In those two hours of detention, the two of you talked about everything and nothing, ending up as friends after that, and exchanging numbers.

You two talk a lot too after that, and you end up sitting at his table with lunch too.

Because of your bad relationship with your parents, you've already moved out into a small apartment with your bestfriend, who doesn't go to school.

You do still talk with your parents tough, and Yoomgi is suprised as you tell him this, because wow.

In return, he ends up telling you about his parents too.

In a few classes you've got together, you end up sitting next to each other too, and you realize that Yoongi isn't that good in a few certain subjects.

You aren't a grade A student, but you are pretty smart, and he's suprised when he finds out.

He expected you to be close to dropping out or something, but obviously, you're well aware on how to handle yourself.

And so the both of you slowly end up falling for each other.

You don't make a move on your feelings tough, having been rejected one too many times because of your downright extrovert persona.

Yoongi does, at the very next party.

If there's one thing his friends know that what he hates' it's dancing.

Which is why Hoseok and Jimin never ask him join them on the dancefloor.

Hence why everyone is surprised when he's holding you by the hips and dancing with you in the very next moment.

While most of the boys don't realize, Namjoon knows that it's because of jealousy.

Because of course you were moving your hips to the beat and of course are the dudes you know who're actual drop outs and only at parties like these looking at you like the five course meal you are.

You too know that he's not very fond of dancing, and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer, wishpering in his ear to follow your lead.

An action that leaves him flustered.

And then there's suddenly 'Bébé' by Bryan Mg and Frenna in the back, and you pull Yoongi even closer.

This time he doesn't blush, instead he smirks and moves his face impossibly close to yours.

" If you want to back out now, this is your only chance." Yoongi tells you, his voice low and lips brushing yours.

You smile cheekily back at him before grabbing by his neck and connecting your lips together.

He tastes like a mixture of beer and coca cola, while you most probably taste like orange juice, either way neither of you mind it.

And so you end up making out in the middle of the dancefloor, until Yoongi moves it to the car.

Where he's all too eager to move it next level, except you stop him.

The next day is just another school day, and you try and avoid him, because you think his idea was to become friends with benefits or something, something you don't want.

Tough you don't manage to avoid him for long, because when you pass by the music room to go to the cafetaria for break, he randomly pulls you into the room and slams you against the door, trapping you there.

And then he's asking what's wrong and why you're avoiding him and then you're suddenly blabbering about how you don't want to be friends with benefits and how your heart can't handle being friends either for now.

Once you're done blabbering, he blinks and straightens up, taking his hand off the door.

He cocks his head to the side as he asks you if you think that he kisses just about everyone he finds attractive.

And you blink at him and deadass go " Wait, you like me too?"

And he blinks again and nods, about to say something but then you're jumping and then you're kissing him again.

And before he can react properly you're already pulling away and asking him if you're dating now.

He sighs with a smile before nodding, and going back to capture your lips.

Over the next few months of the year no one messes with you, because they know, where ever you are Yoongi is, and where ever Yoongi is you are.

WANTED || J.JK || 4

PROBLEMS

Pairing : Jungkook X Reader

Genre : fluff, angst, crack

Summary : “Let me geuss, your parents are dead and you're family with one of my mates so that's why you're staying with us for a while?”

“Um, no. Sorry. Just running for the authorities and your window was open.”

Wordcount: 0.7k

WARNINGS : This chap has some graphic stuff innit. If u don't like blood, skip this one

WANTED MASTERLIST || NEXT 

" So, why don't you tell me. What did you do that made the authorities go after you?" Jungkook asks you for the sixth time as he pokes you on your way home.

The two of you decided to take a walk outside at one AM out of boredom and are now on your way back home.

" How many times do I have to tell you that-"

" Heey L/N, long time no see girl." Your sentence is cut off by a guy who Jungkook doesn't recognize.

You sigh and roll your eyes.

" Yeah I know Hyunjin, let's keep it that way." You say as you wave your hand at him, not stopping with walking.

At least, you don't stop walking, until you're pulled back by your hood.

When Jungkook turns around, it's not only Hyunjin behind you, but also two other guys, one of which is who's holding you by your hood.

Jungkook feels anger rise up whitin himself with how the guys look at you. They're ignoring Jungkook as if he's not there.

" Ah, come on Y/N, we're friends right? And friends help one another. I need your help tonight, my friends here have the same problem so we'd all like your help." Hyunjin says with an ugly smirk.

Jungkook looks confused onto what's happening, some kind of 'error' running in his system on what to do. Is it alright if he punches them or not?

" Only plastic surgery can help you and your friends with your problem Hyunjin." You grin right back at Hyunjin, and Jungkook is surprised by your reaction.

Wasn't this the part of the story where the girl would cry for help and some handsome guy who's coincidentally rich and laid back would show up to save you?

Hyunjin and his friends found you a little less funny.

" Listen whore, you will come with us-"

Jungkook took that this was a good moment to punch Hyunjin in the face.

Who stumbles back upon the contact, but doesn't fall.

" Leave us alone." Jungkook tells him with an intensity in his eyes which almost makes Hyunjin cry.

" Why? What will you do?" Hyunjin smirks back.

Jungkook throws another fist in his face while you headbutt the guy behind you, which makes him lose his hold on you as he grabs his nose instead.

Jungkook looks at you for one moment, but that moment is one too much as Hyunjin throws him a punch on his jaw.

Jungkook too stumbles back, and although none of you know, Hyunjin's hand throbs from pain, not being used to hand to hand combat.

You check up on Jungkook too to see what's going on, but you're sharper than he is, as soon as one of the guys in front of you throw a punch when they think you haven't got your attention on them, you avoid their hit and throw an elbow in their spine.

Jungkook is sure that he hears the guy's back crack, and not in the way you crack one of your fingers.

Jungkook throws an elbow at Hyunjin, but he too avoids him and then suddenly grabs to his pocket, where Jungkook can see something silvery and glimmering in the moonlight.

He doesn't realize what it is until it's too late, and then you're suddenly in front of him with your back facing Hyunjin, your smaller form shielding Jungkook's form enough to take the blow.

As soon as the knife enters your side, you hold onto the back of Jungkook's shirt. For people who would walk by, it would probably look like you're giving him a hug, minus the part where there's blood running down from your side.

The scariest moment in Jungkook's eyes is that you barely react. You only flinch before freezing, no sound leaving your mouth while you get stabbed.

And then you fall unconscious.

Hyunjin must've realised that he hit the wrong person, because as soon as you collapse he screams something to his friends, and then they run away.

Jungkook looks shocked at your body on the ground and doesn't waste a second before he takes you into his arms as if you've just gotten married and proceeds to run the rest of the way home.

He doesn't give a tough about the blood which seeps from your side into his white shirt, creating stains which will most probably not be out washable.

You're way more important for him.

WANTED || J.JK || 6

THE TRUTH

Pairing : Jungkook X Reader

Genre : fluff, angst, crack

Summary : “Let me geuss, your parents are dead and you're family with one of my mates so that's why you're staying with us for a while?”

“Um, no. Sorry. Just running for the authorities and your window was open.”

Wordcount: 1.3k

WARNINGS : none 

WANTED MASTERLIST || NEXT 

The first thing you realize when you wake up is that you're very comfortable. In fact, you're even more comfortable then you already were at Jungkook's place. There wasn't the feeling of the ground underneath the matress. Instead it felt like you were laying on a bed.

The first response you have to the feeling of being wrapped in comfort is that you snuggle deeper in by turning on your side. But once you do that, a stinging pain erupts from your side and memories of when you were last awake rush back in your mind.

You sit up while gritting your teeth, your eyes scanning the room. Your eyes widen as you realize that you're in Jungkook's room.

Did he really help me even after those guys tried to hurt him? You think.

You're about to get up before you hearing voices and footsteps nearing the room. The door opens and before you know it you're ingulfed in a big hug.

" You're awake." Jungkook's soft voice greets you as he gently holds you.

You barely process what's happening before he pulls back, a smile on his face.

" Hi, how do you feel?" Jungkook asks.

" Like I've been stabbed." You say bluntly.

Jungkook giggles as Hoseok also enters the room.

" Y/N, good thing you're awake. Are you hungry?" He asks, smiling gently as if you're an animal who scares easy.

" Only a little. And stop tip toeing around me. Both of you. I'm only a bit hurt, I'm not some rabbit who'll hop off if you're too loud." You huff.

Hoseok full out laughs at that, going right back to his usual cheery persona.

" We will. I'll make you a sandwich. You stay in bed." He tells you before he's gone.

It's quiet for a moment between you and Jungkook before you speak up.

" You helped me." You state.

Jungkook looks at you with a weird expression.

" Of course I did. What else was I supposed to do? Leave you?" He asks, looking at you as if it's ridiculous.

Tough it is, but you're not very aware of that.

You shrugg, averting your gaze.

That tells Jungkook enough.

You really did think that he'd leave you there.

" Jin hyung's a doctor. He stitched your wound up. According to him you need a lot of rest and food." He tells you.

You look at him with a questioning gaze.

" He doesn't want to kick me out?" You ask.

He shakes his head.

" No. No one does. Tough we're all now a little skeptical if I'm honest. You owe us one big of an explanation. I've told the hyungs all I know about you and about yesterday, but I only know so little about you." He drops the bomb in an acceptable way.

In fact, he dropped it so neatly, he's very proud of his own answer.

" I geuss that that's fair. At what time is everyone home? I don't want to explain stuff six times." You sigh.

Jungkook smiles and takes a hold of your hand while Hoseok walks in with three sandwiches, one for each of you.

-

" So..." Jungkook says slowly as he looks at everyone in the room.

All men were now finally home, and everyone was seated into the livingroom to hear your story.

They all look at you, but so far your eyes haveonly gotten a bit hazy and you've been biting your lip for so long that Jungkook's sure that it'll be swollen.

" Speak peasant." Taehyung suddenly says dryly as the chaotic nature of all of them starts peeking trough again.

" Yaah! Taehyung! You do not-"

" What is wrong with you?! Let the girl take a breath for a moment!-"

" I swear nothing ever goes in one go with this family.-"

" Holy shit did you hear that? Yoongi just addressed us as his family."

" ENOUGH. SHUT IT ALL OF YOU." It's Jin who's yelling out over all of them, his usual kind face stoic and adding up to your nerves.

" Hey. It's okay." Jungkook says softly as he looks at you, taking your hand in his.

" Okay. Okay. What do you want to know?" You ask, now exchanging looks with all of them.

" Jungkook meantioned that you're somewhat illegal? I think it's fair you explain that first." Jin says with a stern gaze.

Internally you sigh, because that's the part what has a long explanation in order for them to understand.

" Okay. Well, uh, I'm not illegal. I know I mentioned before that I was running for the authorities. But that's not entirely true. I'm just kind of running for this psychopathic dude who thinks he owns me and he happens to have connections in the police force." You tell them honestly.

Now all of them look even more confused.

" Wait, so you're not a criminal?" Jimin asks.

You shake your head.

" No. I keep saying that so Jungkook won't accidentally meddle in my shit, but now that Hyunjin's shown up. I kinda owe him." You shrug.

Jimin opens his mouth to ask another question, but Yoongi beats him to it.

" Who's the 'psychopathic dude' you mentioned?" Yoongi asks.

You gulp.

" Donghyun." 

" What?! How did you get involved with him?" Yoongi asks.

" Who's Donghyun?" Jungkook asks confused.

" A rookie drug dealer. But he's got a lot of money on his hands. Because of that and his ties with some police men, he's pretty good at what he's doing." You explain.

" How did you get involved with someone like him?" Jimin asks.

You sigh before starting to tell them your story.

" Well, it all kind of started in middle school. My best friend and I were always a fan of parties and alcohol. And then at one of those parties we met some of his friends. We never wanted to get involved in drugs tough, so we didn't do that part. But we did go to their parties where everything is just a lot worse than the parties we were used to. And then I met him. At first we kind of just saw each other around and we didn't bother with each other, but then my best friend started hooking up with people and I don't know what she did but she just kept wanting more and then she got involved with Donghyun and his friends. I just kept going with her because I was afraid I'd lose her. I didn't realise that I already lost her back then. Between all the annoying horny boys was always Donghyun who appeared to be this gentle, nice dude. And so I became good friends with him. Then he invited me over to his house and actually introduced me to his parents as his girlfriend. And I'm not some kind of pushdown so I deadass just told his parents in front of their faces that we weren't a thing. But Donghyun just kept saying that we were and so I went home but he started coming there too and then he started to bother my parents so I ran away. I just, ran.... And then I found you guys." You tell them the truth. 

" I didn't think he was that deep in with you." Yoongi admitted.

" Me neither." You wishpered, looking at the floor.

" But you have no place to stay apart from here, right? She can stay with us until this Donghyun situation dies down right?" Jungkook asks, looking up hopefully at his brothers.

All of them turn to look at Jin, while he's staring at you, and you're staring at the ground.

There's a beat of silence before he answers.

" Fine. You can stay. But you're gonna have to pay bills and such like the rest of us tough. Once you're healed, you're gonna have to look for jobs." Jin tells you as you look up at him with a suprised expression, tough it's quickly replaced with a smile.

You were allowed to stay.

WANTED || J.JK || 7

Pairing : Jungkook X Reader

Genre : fluff, angst, crack

Summary : “Let me geuss, your parents are dead and you're family with one of my mates so that's why you're staying with us for a while?”

“Um, no. Sorry. Just running for the authorities and your window was open.”

Wordcount: 0.9k

WARNINGS : none 

WANTED MASTERLIST || NEXT 

" How old are you?!" Jin practically screams as you tell him.

You blink at him with wide eyes, did you say something wrong?

" I tough you were older than Jungkook too." Jimin says, his eyes also wide open when you tell them your age.

You huff.

" Well shit, would you like me to come back in a few years maybe?" You exclaim as you lean back into the couch, folding your arms over one another.

" No, no. But you're going to need to go back to school, or well, college." Yoongi thinks with you all.

You're currently seated in the livingroom with Yoongi, Hoseok, Jin and Jungkook.

" How do you want to enroll? No offense, but we don't have enough money just lying about for situations like this." Hoseok points out.

" That'll be okay. I have a few scholarships we can use." You tell them as all eyes turn to you in suprise.

" Of what do you have scholarships?" Jungkook asks excitedly.

" That Cyber University, and two others which I kinda need to log into my DigiD to know." You say.

" How did you manage to get a scholarship for Cyber University?!" Hoseok exclaims.

You shrugg.

" I kind of had a thing for producing."

" Cool. That means you can enroll in my school. Right Jin hyung?" Jungkook asks him.

Jin nods.

" Jungkook goes to Global Cyber University. You can join him. But beside that, I'd recommend getting a job too. Especially considering you'll have grocery runs too soon." Jin tells you.

You nod.

-

Well, college is just as boring as you can remember.

It's been a few weeks since the conversation you had with Jin, Yoongi, Hoseok and Jungkook and you've enrolled into GCU a few days ago. 

The first day was admittedly fun, especially since you hadn't been to school in a while, the second day was also okay, but it started to dawn on you about how much you actually really didn't miss it. The third day was just plain boring. And today it's the fourth day.

If you were honest, you didn't really care about what was going to happen, you just hoped that there would be some juicy drama soon.

You watched the clock tick by until the bell rung, indication you finally had a break.

+

" Finally!" You yelled as you sat down on one of the chairs in the canteen.

" What're you being so dramatic for? Didn't you start about an hour ago?" Jimin asked with a mischievous smile.

He was kind of always trying to get on your nerves, tough he really didn't know how, and so it was more amusing than annoying. 

" I know right, I barely started an hour ago and I'm already done with this for today." You huffed, crossing your arms over the table.

Jimin rolled his eyes, probably more annoyed that you aren't annoyed by his words.

" Bruh, you barely arrived an hour ago. Weren't you like ten minutes late?" Taehyung laughed amused.

You shrugged.

" That's quite possible." You mumble before dropping your head on your arms.

" Sometimes I really wonder how you managed to get a scholarship even tough you're this lazy-"

" Hey guys! Hey, um, girl, you're kind of in my seat." A voice cuts Jungkook off.

Jimin sighs again, opening his mouth to tell her off but stops himself at doing so when you look up from your arms.

You turn to look at your right, before looking at your left, turning to look behind the girl you don't even know the name of, before looking in your bag.

" What are you doing? Hello? I'm talking to you bitch-"

" I'm looking for where anyone here asked for your opinion." You deadpan, looking her straight in the eyes as you speak.

Some kids from other tables turn to look at the commotion, and Jimin let's out a small 'ooh', as if to start a fight.

" Excuse me?-"

" Good idea. You're excused." You cut her off.

Jungkook and Taehyung turn to smile at one another while Jimin lets out a small 'ouch' this time.

" Ugh! What's wrong with you?! Why are you so jealous of me?!" She suddenly screeches, capturing the attention of even more kids.

You laugh before answering her.

" What's there to be jealous of?" You smile at her.

By now other kids are joining Jimin in the 'ooOooOh's.

" Listen, just get off my seat and I'll leave you alone." She huffed, suddenly more interested in her nails.

" Your seat? I didn't see your name on this anywhere." You wink.

" You know what, nevermind. I'll get back at you. Just wait." She says as she looks at all the watching eyes before turning away with a hair flip.

" Who was she?" You ask the boys as the girl leaves.

" Kim Eunmi. Jungkook's biggest fangirl. You're the first girl to stand up to her." Jimin supplied you with information.

" She seems nice." You shrug.

" She what?-"

" Y/N, what the fuck?-"

" WHAHAHAHAHA-"

Yeah, you'll probably be fine in school.