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Marriage Material

synopsis; in which you witness firsthand exactly how much your boyfriend loves you (and distrusts all men).

pairing; boyfriend!jungkook x girlfriend!reader ft. taehyung

genre; minor angst, mainly fluff, humor, established relationship, bts run au

rating; PG-13

warnings; none just a jealous koo <3

w/c; 985

a/n; this debate was too cute. and this idea is even cuter. but jungkook be the cutest.

In his defense, you knew he was a very jealous person.

In your defense, it was his brother.

Jungkook does his best to catch your eye, but you’re too busy, to invested, in helping his older brother out with a perilla leaf.

Once it’s separated, you ask his brother if he’ll need help with more. You may be oblivious to your boyfriend’s agitation, but his brother isn’t.

Jeon Jung Hyun just chuckles nervously, grunting quietly to himself as Jungkook kicks his shin underneath the table again, before telling you no.

“It’s okay, y/n. My brother’s a grown man.”

He chides in from his seat across from you.

“Love, I do the same thing for you all the time and you are a grown man. Sometimes, people need help.”

As you say this, your focus is on perfecting your own perilla leaf, which ironically, you start to have trouble with. Your tongue sticks out in concentration, only for you to puff out your cheeks in minor frustration.

Seeing you having trouble, makes Jungkook’s eyes soften, and he lets out a quiet sigh in resignation. Later — he would explain in great detail exactly how he feels on the matter, but right now you needed him.

Wiping off his chopsticks with a napkin, he stretches out his arm, chopsticks aimed in determination to resolve your problem. When he sees your eyes light up from his help, he wants to puff out his chest the same way a superhero does, cause that’s how he feels whenever he helps you.

Whether it be reaching something up high for you, pulling out your chair and tucking it in, wiping specks of food off your face, giving you the last slice of pizza or bite of food in general (which is how you really know he’s in love with you), or separating a perilla leaf—

His eyes squint involuntarily as he thinks of that last one, but what he doesn’t realize is he’s still staring at you as he does it. You pause your chewing, brows raising in confusion at the look he’s giving you. You swallow.

“Why are you looking at me as if you’re about to murder me?”

“What?”

He snaps out of it instantly, sheepish smile on display at getting caught in his own head. His eyes flicker to his brother’s momentarily, and it has Jung Hyun stuffing his face with another perilla leaf you helped him with earlier in order to avoid his brother’s wrath. It only fuels his jealousy.

Following his line of sight, you find him glaring at his brother and frown.

“What’s with the gloomy face, y/n?”

Taehyung asks in question, sitting back down next to Jungkook, now back from his trip to the bathroom. Jungkook’s head swivels to yours.

“Did I do something wrong, love?”

You try to think back to moment’s later, head replaying the past in flashes until you sit up straight, eyes widening in epiphany.

“This has to do with that perilla leaf debate, doesn’t it?”

Jungkook tries his best to look everywhere but at you, and Taehyung stares between you both in amusement, chuckling.

“I missed something, didn’t I?” He lightly elbows Jungkook, who leans away from him, choosing to stay silent, but you know better now.

His hand fidgets with the straw in his cup as he nervously pokes his tongue out to play with his lip ring. That’s all you need to see, though, your hand coming to lay on his.

“Jungkook, love, look at me.”

He does. For only a minute. Eyes now focusing on Taehyung who leans into Jungkook to prod further.

“Y/N, did you help his brother with a perilla leaf, per chance?”

You purse your lips, as does Jungkook.

“I did.”

“Ah.” He nods, then leans back against the booth with his arms crossed. He nudges Jungkook with his shoulder.

“Are they gonna fall in love now, and get married?” Taehyung jestures, chuckling lightly, trying to ease the tension he’s slowly beginning to feel. Jungkook’s brother stays silent, fully aware it’s best not to add to the growing tension he didn’t mean to cause.

You give Taehyung a hard stare. He backs off, hands up in defense.

“Hey Tae, let’s go pay for the meal, yeah?” Jung Hyun offers suddenly, and Taehyung gives him a grateful smile.

“Yep! See you both…in a minute.”

Just like that, they walk away.

Taking the opportunity, you slide out of your seat and take Taehyung’s, now side by side with Jungkook. Again, you attempt to gain his attention by taking his hand in yours. This time, it works.

“You know I love you, right?” You start, tone soft.

“Of course.” He angles his body to face yours better, and now that he no longer has the napkin to play with, he defaults to playing with your fingers instead.

“You know I would never leave you—,” you wiggle your fingers in his grip for emphasis with your next words. “—especially when the whole reason we’re having dinner in this nice restaurant is to celebrate our engagement.”

He rubs the back of his neck, tilting it back to look at the elegant light fixture above the table for a split second, before fixing his gaze back on yours.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let it get to me as much as it did.” You caress his hand with the back of your thumb, eyes full of nothing but understanding.

No judgement.

“It’s just, how did I get so lucky that you chose me of all people to spend the rest of your life with?”

“I’ve been asking myself that since you put this ring on my finger, love.” You smile warmly at him, and his whole body fills with content. When you kiss, it makes every worry of his slip away, and all he can think about is how he can’t wait to marry you.

Oh for a FACT. My age is about to show, but back in the Niley (Nick Jonas and Miley Cyrus) days when they were broken up AND together, there was always some kind of tension that could be seen during events such as award shows and interviews, even if the interaction was down to just a LOOK, you just knew. You just knew. So, I have no doubt in my mind that this has definitely occurred with the members at some point during their careers. And just celebrities in general.

Glimpse of Us

synopsis; in which Namjoon runs into you — his ex, at an awards show.

pairing; ex!namjoon x ex!reader

genre; angst, hint of fluff, drabble, idol au, ex au

warnings; a bit of POV switching and joon hopelessly being still in love with you 🙃

rating; PG-13

w/c; 778

a/n; imagine if he actually looked at you that way omg. OR REWATCHING HIS INTERVIEW AND SEEING HIM LOOKING LIKE THAT BECAUSE OF YOU LIKE STAAAHP.

He knew it was only a matter of time, as did you, but nothing could prepare him for the amount of memories that flooded his mind upon seeing you for the first time since your split.

It was his first time coming alone to an awards show. Normally, he would have his band mates by his side, a friend, or you — his now ex.

When he stepped out of the unmarked vehicle, his confidence was through the roof. The smiles and posing came easy, like second nature. The flashes were blinding, the shutters of the cameras were loud, the praise of the fans was heartwarming.

He thought he was doing well.

He thought that after a year of being apart, he was finally over you.

He was about to be proven wrong.

In the middle of answering an interview question about his upcoming music, he’s asked if there’s any possible way that you could’ve inspired any tracks.

“I’ll just let the lyrics speak for themselves.” His answer is cryptic, and the interviewer ‘oooo’s’ for dramatic effect. Thinking the interview is close to being done, he’s about to politely excuse himself when he gets interrupted by the interviewer’s gasps of delight.

They point at an area above his shoulder and behind him. The crowd around him also murmurs in shared excitement and he swears he hears your name whispered among them.

As if in slow motion, he turns around, and has to do a double take when he sees you in all your beautiful glory, dress flowing effortlessly around you as you walk and wave with a dazzling smile that has his eyes widening both in amazement and fear.

His breath gets caught in his throat, heart rate increasing to an abnormal speed. His palms become sweaty and he has to wipe them on his pants discreetly as your figure draws closer to where he’s at.

You haven’t noticed him yet.

For a split second, it crosses his mind to just run while he can and avoid the impending reunion with you, but ultimately his decision is made for him when the same interviewer calls out your name loudly, and waves you over.

Here goes nothing.

“Miss Y/L/N, we were just talking about you! How are you? You look amazing in your dress!”

You keep a healthy distance between you and Namjoon, smile tight, and brow raising in question at the interviewer’s words.

“All good things, I hope?” Your eyes meet Joon’s for the first time and it takes everything you have to keep your eyes from watering as you look away first, feigning cleaning off makeup from your eyes with your fingertip in an attempt to remain poised.

He frowns, noticing your tell for when you’re upset. Clearing his throat, he fixes the attention back on himself to allow you a moment to collect yourself. You give him a small smile in thanks. He nods subtly.

After a few indirect questions he skillfully dodged about your previous relationship, the focus was once again switched back to you. Full smile on display, you answer some questions yourself, keeping calm and witty, even sharing a few laughs with Joon.

Something you realized that you missed hearing until now.

As it finally comes to a close, you both make your ending remarks, wishing each other well in future endeavors and congratulating one another on your individual award nominations. To his surprise, it was you to make the first move. Your hand lays on his chest as you lean up to give him a chaste kiss on his cheek. Gently patting his chest, you step away and give him a final wave with a warm smile.

“See you, Joon.” Your voice is light and airy, eyes full of a kind of love he didn’t deserve.

Try as he may, his voice cracks as he replies, and your smile falters, the brightness in your eyes dimming.

“See you, y/n.”

He’s the one to pivot on his heel and walk away, hands shoved anxiously in his pants pockets, knowing if he allowed himself to look at you any longer his fake facade of being put together would begin to crumble in front of millions of viewers — in front of you.

And, most importantly, he didn’t want you to see how hopelessly in love with you he still is.

If he turned back around right now, he would witness your tearful eyes full of longing, lip quivering so badly you have to bite it, as you stare at his departing back with a sliver of hope that he would run back to you with a public declaration of love.

But, he never does.

🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Late Night Talking

synopsis; in which it’s late, but it doesn’t stop you two from having some fun — both innocent and not.

pairing; boyfriend!jungkook x girlfriend!reader

genre; fluff

rating; PG-13

warnings; suggestive dialogue

w/c; 1,859

a/n; it’s been awhile. hope u like it. not edited.

Your toes dip into the heated pool as you lean back on the palm of your hands, head tilted up to gaze at the inky, black sky that houses a plethora of twinkling stars. For a moment, you allow your eyes to close, basking in the soft breeze that flows over you, hear the rustles of the leaves from a tree off in the distance, listen to the dull padding of bare feet on the smooth concrete that outlines the large infinity pool you’re sitting on the edge of as they get closer to your relaxed form, and just when you think he’s going to take a seat next you — your lips curling into a knowing smile in anticipation — you realize you were utterly wrong.

The padding of feet quicken, yes, getting closer to you, yes, only to disappear as soon as they arrived, a loud ‘SPLASH’ accompanied by a rather generous amount of water spraying on your unexpected form. A shocked gasp escapes your parted lips as you squeeze your eyes together, rubbing the water out of them only to open them a second later. Once they focus, you’re able to see the culprit as they pop up for air underneath the water, shaking their head like a wet dog and allowing you to get even more wet.

Your eyes narrow into slits, and puffs of laughter leave his mouth as he waddles his way in the water to you, smoothing his hair down with his hands attempting to tame his long locks, he uses his body to naturally part your closed thighs, hands coming to land on the thick of each one.

Water droplets fall in cascade off of him, and you squeal in detest when he suddenly lurches forward to capture your lips with his, leaning his drenched torso against your once dry one, the white oversized shirt of his your wearing becoming nearly transparent when he pulls away with a mischievous grin, eyes darting to your black, lacy bra that became exposed underneath the fabric due to his actions.

You cross your arms over your chest in defiance, bottom lip jutting out that he wraps his lips around once again with a gentle tug, hands slowly sliding up your thighs to grab onto your love handles and you twitch when his thumbs dig into a well known ticklish spot of yours.

“Jeon Jungkook!” You say in between exhales of laughter, him only stopping when you begin to whine, tummy tightening from the amount of exertion you give out from laughing so hard and you clench your thighs around him with a half playful, half serious threat. “I’m going to pee all over you if you don’t stop!”

“Okay, okay! I’ll stop.” He finally relents, and turns around in your hold, his head now comfortably leaning back to use the valley between your breasts as a pillow. Your arms fold around him as you give up on being dry, tucking his head underneath your chin as his fingers dance lightly up and down your arms to gaze with you up at the stars once again.

When you’re not looking up at the stars, your line of sight shifts to the city lights on the horizon, and if you strain your hearing enough you may just be able to hear the muffled honking of car horns, or envision the restless chatter of a place that never sleeps.

Moments like this come few and far between in your relationship, and for this night in particular, you’re extremely grateful to hold him within your arms — to feel the curve of his body, feel the warmth and weight of him as he relaxes against you, smell his usual shampoo he uses, listen to his voice that softly sings along to a random song on a playlist he turned on not too long before he came out here to accompany you, and you just allow all that is him to fill your senses.

He feels you slouch against him, tighten your hold, and he smiles to himself — his hands now rubbing up and down your thighs lazily, lightly — alternating between rubbing and drawing abstract images upon your skin that pop into his mind as he daydreams about you and his future with you.

When he stops singing, it takes you a minute to realize, having gotten lost in his touch that makes you sleepy, your eyelids on the verge of fluttering close, but you will them not too, wanting to prolong this bliss for just a bit more.

“What are you thinking about, lovey?”

The warmth of your breath that tickles the top of his head as you speak, is a sharp contrast with the rest of his chilled body that still remains half out of the water, and it makes him shiver.

“Mostly about you.”

You chuckle lightly, chest heaving that makes his head bounce a little against your chest.

“Mostly, huh? What else are you thinking about then?”

“Alright, you got me. Just about you. Now that you’re in my life, I can’t get you off my mind.”

You hum. The vibration flows through you, gently massaging the back of his neck. He gives your thighs a light tap, twisting in your grip to face you again. He nuzzles your collarbone, the neckline being too big means that it always falls down one shoulder, not that he’s complaining of course. The light smell of chlorine invades his nostrils, and his nose crinkles in disgust.

“You smell like chlorine now, I hate it.”

You snort, amused. Gripping the sides of his face with your hands, you pull him up to you and kiss the tip of his nose, and this time when it crinkles it’s cause he’s smiling so wide.

“Now, who’s fault is that? Cause I certainly didn’t plan to smell like chlorine now, did I?” You tease him, hands falling to caress either side of his neck and he smiles sheepishly at you, face guilty but not remorseful, judging by the laughter you can see dance inside his eyes.

“I know a way we can get rid of that problem.” His tone is light, airy, suggestive.

Your brows raise, head tilting to the side as you eye him with a wary look. His hands grip the edge of your wet shirt, tugging it up above your waistline, and his cool hands dip beneath the soaked material to meet your skin, floating up your sides, only stopping when his thumbs meet the bottom of your ribcage.

“Oh? How so?” Your voice is tight, strained — and you would be lying to yourself if you said that your mind didn’t immediately drop into the gutter of spicy imagery involving you both. Your breath hitches when his large hands make their way up, grabbing two handfuls of your clothed breasts, giving them a subtle squeeze. He leans up, hair tickling the side of your face, breath fanning over your ear as he whispers four words.

“Do you trust me?”

Not even a second later.

“Yes.” Your reply is broken, but it’s all he needs to hear, and then he does the unthinkable — pulls you into the water with him.

You don’t even have time to close your eyes, let alone hold your breath, before your head crashes underneath the water. The scent and taste of chlorine fills your nostrils uncomfortably, making you break the surface within seconds as you choke on the water that spills out of your mouth.

When your ears finally unplug, the first thing you hear is a gut bellowing laughter, and you spin to where Jungkook is clutching his middle. His eyes widen, but you’re too quick when you suddenly grasp his thick locks with two hands and shove his head back beneath the now rippling waves of pool water.

He thrashes, throwing himself up at you and grips you by the waist, tackling you backwards into the water. This time, you atleast have time to hold your breath, bubbles coming out of your nose before you once again rise to the surface.

Jungkook throws his hands up in surrender, chest heaving from exertion and adrenaline, much like yours. You stare at each other for a minute, trying to catch your breath. The corner of your lip quirks up, and that’s all it takes for a laugh to billow past his closed lips that fight off a smile — the action causing your own laugh to manifest until you’re both holding onto the sides of the pool as an anchor from laughing so hard, you’re both crying.

Once things calm down, he uses his bulked up muscles to heave himself back into a sitting position by the pool, extending his hand out to you to help you sit down beside him, now back in the same spot you were in before he pulled you in.

Sitting side by side, his hand holds yours that lays on your lap, feet kicking lightly back and forth, causing a rippling effect to disperse throughout the pool.

Turning your head to look at him, you have to catch your breath that gets caught in your throat at the sight before you — Jungkook leaning back on one hand, eyes cast outwards towards the city skyline — said skyline along with the night sky serve as the perfect backdrop to his already handsome figure.

Jungkook’s forehead crinkled in worry when you suddenly get up to your feet, and when he goes to follow you, a question hanging off his lips, you stop him with a hasty ‘stay there, don’t move!” He listens.

Hands fidgeting in his lap, he waits for you to come back. When the tall tale sign of your bunny slippers he got you for Valentine’s Day recently shuffle across the floor, his head swivels to look at you.

“Wait! I said don’t move! Go back to the pose you were just doing!” You wave your hands in front of you, angling your phone and squatting down to get the perfect shot of him when he follows your instructions to a T.

He hears your camera shutter click excessively for a few minutes, you making a sound of approval in the back of your throat.

“Perfect.” Your eyes are focused on the screen of your phone, and he swears he sees stars in your eyes that shine brighter than the ones out right now.

Drinking you in, his eyes soften, voice full of emotion and sincerity with his next words.

“Yeah, you are perfect.”

Your eyes flicker up to meet his, and you send him a cheeky wink, locking your phone and using it to gesture to the inside of the house. He sucks in a breath, pupils blown wide when he sees you grab the edge of your shirt and slowly pull it up and over your head, tossing it on the ground just outside the patio doors. One foot steps in, then half of you. Crooking your pointer finger, you beckon him over, voice sultry, yet demanding.

“Why don’t you show me how perfect you think I am?”

“Gladly.” His face darkens, full of lust and love.

And show you, he does.

I would’ve had the same response as well if I woke up to loud noises like that, however the difference between reader and I is that I would be too chicken to check it out. I’ve seen too many horror movies where it never works out in the MC’s favor in the end. ☠️🤣 so glad you enjoyed it Sunny! Thank you for the wonderful words 💞

side a/n; when did this even reach 500 likes?? Tysm 🥹🫶🏻

That That (I Like That)

synopsis; in which your boyfriend’s loud moans and groans wake you up from your sleep at 4 in the morning and you’re about ready to throw hands — and so is he, but for completely different reasons.

pairing; vlive!jungkook x girlfriend!reader

genre; twinge of angst, mainly fluff and humor, Weverse live au

rating; PG-13

warnings; the word damn (x2) and suggestive dialogue/themes, just boyfriend koo in all his glory tbh

w/c; 1,283

a/n; don’t mind the poor excuse of a banner I tried to make on my own. shout out to @sftk0o for the perfect icons 💕

You tried to ignore it, you really did; believing the first loud moan you heard was a part of the not so innocent dream you found yourself in that involved your boyfriend only moments ago. Eyelids closing as you relaxed your body once more, head snuggling back into your pillow to begin the descent back into said racy dreamland — only for it to be interrupted by a loud distanced slam, your body tensing in fear, heart racing.

“DAMN.” He grunted, no – moaned out loud, you picturing his face instantly – brows pinched in concentration and nose scrunched cutely, bottom lip sucked in between his teeth. Can almost hear the low whine in your head that he always does just as he finishes—

Hands immediately searched the bed next to you for a warmth that was non-existent, all that greeted you being the cold fabric of the sheets that have been pulled back for quite some time it seemed. Another loud slam, accompanied by the same noticeable whine following not even a second later has you pushing yourself out of the bed, but this time not in fear, no.

This time it was because of pure and unadulterated anger.

Running on pure adrenaline, head in a fog and mind racing with worst case scenarios to what you’re about to witness has your bare feet bringing you closer and closer to where the noise continues to resonate from — the kitchen.

Just as you’re about to turn the corner, you freeze, hand on wall, a drawn out ‘damn’ piercing your ears that has your eyes welling with bitter tears on the verge of falling. Nails digging into the white of the wall, you push off, utilizing the momentum to push you the rest of the way into the kitchen and in full view of the sight in front of you.

Your voice dies in your throat, before it reaches your mouth, and you remain silent.

Jungkook has his head face down into the edge of the table, fists clenched on either side as his arms flex from the action. Quietly, you edge forward towards his hunched over form, eyes scanning the room around you for any other human other than yourself, and your body sags in relief as you start to piece together the cause of the grunts, moans, and curses.

Food. Fucking food. You should’ve known.

The aroma fills your nostrils, causing your own mouth to salivate and you weren’t even hungry. The smell of freshly sautéd chicken, scallions, and melted cheese wafts in the air along with the nutty flavors of sesame oil from the large skillet that still sits on the burner of the stove built into the table, most of its contents long gone. A bowl of microwaveable white rice sits next to a clenched fist, the other one now raised in the air as if preparing to strike someone, a spoon nestled in the last remnants.

Jungkook, still high off his food induced fever, pushes himself up to immediately unleash the finger guns of a choreo you know all too well at this point, his hips thrusting in time to the tune you have no doubt is engrained in his brain at this point as well as yours.

Despite your best efforts to remain as quiet as possible, you not missing the way his phone is suspiciously propped up against a stack of cookbooks neither of you have bothered opening yet that lets you know he’s currently live on Weverse, a puff of laughter from your lips causes him to pause mid hip thrust, wide doe eyes landing on your amused figure.

“The food was that good, hm?”

A sheepish, guilty grin is all you get in reply, his feet moving him towards you. When he’s close enough, his head dips down to brush a chaste kiss on your lips.

“Did I wake you?” He quietly questions, brows furrowed in worry when he notices the red that is prominent along your eye line. “Did you have a bad dream? Were you crying?”

The questions are in rapid succession, and you have to place the palms of your hands against his lightly stubbled chin, pressing his cheeks together and making his lips pucker at you like a fish to get him to stop talking long enough for you to explain.

“Your wanton moans are what woke me up, made me think that there was—,” you trail off, voice barely a whisper. “—other activities taking place in here that didn’t involve eating food.”

The sharp intake of breath he does let’s you know he understands the hidden meaning behind your words, his hands coming up to pull yours off of his face, and bring your body flush against his. A frown is now prominent on his usually smiling lips.

“Baby, I hope you know I would never cheat on you. Especially not in our house, and in our kitchen. This—,” his large hands trail down your sides, leaving nothing but warmth in their wake. “—is all I’ll ever want or need. You are it for me, jagi.”

A heat makes it’s way up your neck and to your cheeks, his words warming your heart and the inner guilt that festers within you unraveling.

As you stare into his brown eyes, you see nothing but truth and love, nothing but future and promise.

“I know. Im sorry for even allowing the thought to cross my mind. It was stupid of me to think. Besides, I don’t think I have to worry about any person stealing you away from me.” Your fingers interlock behind his neck, arms hanging loosely around his neck. “Food on the other hand? Now that’s what I should be concerned of. That chicken had you making noises I only ever heard you make in the bedroom.”

His head drops into the crook of your neck as he lets out an embarrassed whine, warm breath and lips that brush against your collarbone making goosebumps erupt on your skin and you shiver. His arms circle your waist in a vice grip as his upper body relaxes against your shorter one.

“Sleepy, baby?”

“Mhm. ‘m tired.” He mumbles into your skin sleepily, voice laced with a newfound exhaustion due to his full and satiated belly.

“Let’s go to bed, yeah?”

“Yep, just gotta turn the live off first.”

“Jeon Jungkook, you and your random late night lives will literally be the death of you.”

He reluctantly straightens up, arms leaving your body to stretch up into the air above his head as he lets out a loud yawn.

“No, they won’t, baby.”

“Need I remind you of the candle incident?”

Eyes squinting at you, tongue in cheek, he remains silent and you know you’ve won this round.

“I’ll be waiting in bed, don’t take too long, okay?”

You take a step back as he takes a step forward, lips chasing yours for a quick, yet equally as lingering kiss that makes your breath catch in your lungs. Noses touching, he whispers so only you can hear.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, and your foodgasms.”

You snicker and turn to make a fast getaway, his fingertips only having enough time to graze the swole of your ass as you skip away from him and disappear around the corner until you’re out of sight.

It only takes five minutes for his sock clad feet to slide into the entrance of your room, and two seconds for his body to land on yours as you erupt into a fit of laughter on your shared bed that turns into soft sighs, grunts and moans that you know is because of you this time.