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╰┈➤ if i were you i'd do me - ( 1 ), ( 2 ), ( 3 ), ( 4 ), ( 5 ).....

Extras ( 1 )…..

Jungkook, the notorious campus heartbreaker and player, unexpectedly becomes your groupmate alongside Namjoon, the guy you’ve secretly admired for ages. However, it seems your feelings have started shifting from Namjoon to someone else entirely unexpected…

╰┈➤ still with you - masterlist

finished

after breaking up with your boyfriend for 14 years for cheating on you, choosing to still stay with him in his apartment wasn't quite the best idea. especially after seperating.

╰┈➤ linger - masterlists

unfinished

for 9 years of being in the same class with him since 3rd grade you have developed a small admiration towards him, till it had grown stronger the more you stay with him. will you be able to keep this secret from your bestfriend forever? does he know you like him? or do you both share the same feelings?

╰┈➤ stranded - here

one shot

You and your bestfriend reunites again after a long year of you two not talking decided to go on a trip, and he forgets to get gas, get's stranded on the road,due, failing to reach the gas station, Leaving unsaid words be spoken.

╰┈➤ heaven and back - here

one shot

you were on a late night clubbing with your friends jimin, namjoon, hoseok, mina, nayeon. Your bestfriend of 6 years, who is jimin puts a drug in your drink, basically drugging you. Jungkook the guy whom you meet helps you.

╰┈➤ she's not me - here

oneshot

He said he moved on, but why does your toothbrush still stand next to his, even when he has "someone new" already?

╰┈➤ my sweet addiction - soon

Keeping everything professional, despite what happens between you two...in your mind...or so?

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╰┈➤ still with you - masterlist

finished

after breaking up with your boyfriend for 14 years for cheating on you, choosing to still stay with him in his apartment wasn't quite the best idea. especially after seperating.

╰┈➤ expect the unexpected - here meeting an idol at a bar as a bartender? Especially the fact that it was your favourite idol, was definitely was not in your expectations, knowing well the media is all around you both.

╰┈➤ sweet mint - here

iiwyidm fic update!

so about the 'if i were you, i'd do me" fic, it will have additional 2 or 3 more chapters since i really wanna add more plot to it but i'm thinking of posting the new chapters in october so this september i will focus on writing the fics and i can post it all at once on october.

i will also have to fix it since i am confused about it too. like why or how is jungkook attracted to her and why is she falling so fast? does she just like him for the body or something? i gotta do something or say something about jungkook and y/ns past since i have not yet decided about it yet.

If i were you i'd do me - JK - MDNI - 3

pairings : fuckboy! jk x fem! reader, established relationship, mentions of smart! namjoon x oc, slow burn, enemies to lovers

contents/warnings : fluff, motorrides with jk

taglist : @crazyovayou @sinfullygay @minghaosimp (comment if you wanna be added to my taglists)

context : Jungkook, the notorious campus heartbreaker and player, unexpectedly becomes your groupmate alongside Namjoon, the guy you’ve secretly admired for ages. However, it seems your feelings have started shifting from Namjoon to someone else entirely unexpected…

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The morning sun was relentless as it streamed through my curtains, casting harsh rays over my face and forcing me out of my peaceful slumber. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to hold on to the last remnants of sleep, but something nagged at the back of my mind—something I couldn’t quite place. As I stretched out under the covers, a fleeting memory hit me, and the weight of last night came crashing down like a tidal wave.

Oh no.

I sat up abruptly, my heart pounding in my chest. Did I actually do that? I groaned, clutching my face in my hands as flashes of the night before flooded my mind. Jungkook. I did it with Jungkook. My body tensed at the realization, disgust and regret swirling in my stomach.

“What the hell did I do?” I whispered to myself, panic slowly creeping up my spine. This couldn’t be real. It had to be a bad dream, right?

Just then, a loud, high-pitched squeal escaped my mouth—something between a shriek and a cry for help. “AHHHHHHHH!”

Out of nowhere, Hoseok burst through my door like a man on a mission. “What happened?! What’s wrong?” His eyes were wide, scanning the room as if expecting an intruder.

I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sight of him. “Hobi?! What the—why are you here?” I stammered, pulling the covers up over my chest even though I was fully clothed. My face flushed red, partly from the shock of seeing him and partly because of the memory of last night.

Hoseok blinked at me, his face still full of worry. “What do you mean, why am I here? I heard you scream! I thought something happened to you!”

Something had happened, just not the kind of emergency he was expecting. I buried my face in my hands, trying to hide my embarrassment. How the hell was I supposed to explain this?

Hoseok edged closer, his voice laced with concern. “Y/N, seriously, what’s going on?”

I peeked at him through my fingers, my cheeks burning. “Oh my god, Hobi… I just… I just did it with Jungkook last night.”

Hoseok froze, staring at me in disbelief. Slowly, a knowing smirk spread across his face, and he gave me a side-eye. “You’re just now realizing your doings?”

I groaned again, wanting to crawl under my bed and never come out. “I mean, I knew last night, but it didn’t hit me until just now!” I threw my hands in the air, feeling completely overwhelmed by the situation.

Hoseok’s smirk only widened as he leaned back, crossing his arms. “You realize this is what I’ve been telling you all along, right? The more you hate him, the more you love him.” He gave me a pointed look, and like a bad movie flashback, his words from months ago echoed in my mind.

“The more you hate, the more you love.”

I groaned louder this time, letting my head fall back against the headboard. “No, no, no, this isn’t happening,” I mumbled. This was exactly what I had been trying to avoid—getting sucked back into Jungkook’s orbit, falling for his charm again. And yet, here I was.

Before I could spiral any further, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. I froze, eyes widening in horror as I glanced at the screen. It was Jungkook.

“Oh no,” I muttered, staring at his name lighting up my phone like it was some kind of death sentence. My stomach did a somersault, and I could feel Hoseok’s eyes boring into me.

“What? What is it?” Hoseok asked, leaning over to peek at the phone.

“It’s Jungkook,” I whispered, feeling my pulse quicken.

“Well, girl, answer it!” Hoseok said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“No way!” I whisper-yelled, clutching the phone to my chest. “You answer it!”

Hoseok gave me a look like I’d lost my mind. “Ew, no! I’m not the one who slept with him!”

“I did not sleep with him!” I fired back, though the words felt weak even to my own ears.

“Yes, you did,” Hoseok replied matter-of-factly, raising an eyebrow.

Before I could even think of a comeback, the phone slipped from my hands, and in the chaos of trying to catch it, I accidentally hit the answer button. My eyes widened in horror as Jungkook’s voice came through the speaker.

“Hey baby,” he said, his voice smooth and playful. “Wanna go to dinner tonight?”

I cringed, holding the phone to my ear. “Ew, don’t call me baby,” I shot back, trying to sound annoyed even though my heart was racing.

Hoseok snorted next to me, shaking his head. “Girl, shut up and just go with him.”

I glanced at him, unsure of what to do. Part of me wanted to throw the phone across the room and never speak to Jungkook again, but the other part—the part that had spent the night with him—was curious. What would happen if I agreed?

Sighing in defeat, I leaned back against the headboard and spoke into the phone. “Fine, fine. But you’re paying, and you have to pick me up.”

Hoseok’s eyes went wide, and before I knew it, he was squealing at the top of his lungs. “OH MY GOD!” He jumped off the bed, sprinting out of the room. “Eommoniiii!” I heard him yell down the hall. “Our precious Y/N has a date!”

I groaned, burying my face in my hands again as I heard my mom squealing in response from downstairs.

“OH MY GOD!” my mom’s voice echoed up to my room. “A date?! With Jungkook?!”

I could feel the heat creeping up my neck as I glanced at the phone, still on the line with Jungkook. “You’re going to pay for this,” I muttered, though I wasn’t sure if I was talking to Hoseok or Jungkook.

Jungkook’s laughter rang through the phone. “I’m looking forward to it. See you tonight, babe.”

“Don’t call me babe,” I huffed, but there was a small smile tugging at my lips despite my best efforts.

After hanging up, I lay back in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to process what just happened. I had just agreed to go on a date with Jungkook. How had my life spiraled into this?

Hoseok bounded back into the room, a huge grin plastered on his face. “So, you finally caved, huh?”

I groaned, rolling over to face the wall. “I didn’t cave. I was blackmailed into this.”

“Sure, keep telling yourself that,” Hoseok said, flopping down on the bed next to me. “But deep down, you know you want this.”

“No, I don’t,” I protested weakly, but even I didn’t believe it anymore. There was something about Jungkook that always pulled me back in, no matter how hard I tried to resist.

Hoseok nudged me with his elbow, a teasing glint in his eyes. “You better make sure you look hot tonight. You know he’s going to be expecting it.”

I groaned again, pulling the covers over my head. “Can you just stop?”

fast forward

The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden hue over the house as I sat in front of the mirror in my bedroom, staring blankly at my reflection. My mind kept drifting to the events of the past 24 hours, and no matter how much I tried to avoid it, Jungkook’s name lingered in my thoughts. I didn’t know what was going on with me. Why did I agree to go on this date? It wasn’t like I wanted to.

At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.

Suddenly, my bedroom door swung open with a loud creak, and in came Hoseok, his usual energetic self. Following close behind him was my mom, who had that familiar, excited glint in her eyes.

“Alright, Y/N, let’s go!” Hoseok chirped, clapping his hands together as he stood beside my mom, practically bouncing on his feet. “We’re taking you to the salon. You’ve got to look perfect for tonight.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Hobi, it’s just dinner. Geez.”

My mom crossed her arms, giving me a knowing look. “Y/N, this is your first date. Come on, you never go on any dates,” she said, her voice gentle yet firm, the way only a mother’s voice could be.

Hoseok, ever the instigator, jumped in immediately. “Exactly. The last time you tried to have a date, the guy ghosted you, remember? This is your first real date!”

“Yeah, well,” I muttered, folding my arms across my chest. “Not with the person I actually want to be with.”

Hoseok rolled his eyes and gave me a playful nudge. “Trust me. He’ll be the one you want eventually.” His voice carried that mischievous tone he always used when he thought he knew something I didn’t.

I grunted in annoyance, trying to hide the smile tugging at the corner of my lips. Hoseok had a way of getting under my skin, but sometimes, he was annoyingly right. Just as I was about to protest, my phone buzzed on the nightstand, startling me. I glanced at the screen. It was Jungkook.

My heart did a strange little flip, and before I could stop myself, I answered the call. “What do you want?”

On the other end of the line, Jungkook’s voice was smooth and playful. “Wear something cute or elegant tonight. I want to take you somewhere nice.”

“Oh—okay. Okay then,” I stammered, caught off guard by the sudden shift in his tone. For some reason, hearing him talk like that made my stomach flutter. I wasn’t used to this side of him—at least, not anymore.

“Aight, see you later, pretty,” he said, his voice dropping in a way that made my skin tingle.

I hung up quickly, tossing my phone back onto the bed as if it were on fire. Hoseok was practically buzzing with excitement next to me, while my mom had that gleam in her eyes that told me she was about to go into full mom mode.

“What did he say?” Hoseok asked, leaning in closer.

I shook my head, trying to suppress the smile that threatened to creep onto my face. “He told me to wear something cute or elegant. That’s all.”

Hoseok gasped dramatically. “See? This is why we’re going to the salon! You need to look perfect!”

Before I could argue, my mom grabbed my hand and gently pulled me toward the hallway. “Come on, Y/N. This is important. It’s not just about looking good for him—it’s about feeling good about yourself too.”

I sighed, knowing there was no way I was getting out of this. “Fine, fine. Let’s go.”

We made our way to the salon, which was actually part of our house. My dad, before he passed, had built a special section dedicated to me and my mom—a small but luxurious space where we could indulge in all things beauty-related. He had been an architect, always working on something special for us, and this was one of his final masterpieces before he passed away.

The familiar scent of lavender and the soft hum of music filled the air as we stepped inside. It was always comforting being in this space, but today it felt different—almost bittersweet.

“Alright, let’s get started,” Hoseok declared, already directing the stylists like he owned the place. “We need her looking elegant and cute but with a twist of sass.”

“Don’t be too dramatic. It’s just a dinner,” I muttered as I sat down in the salon chair, but even I couldn’t hide the slight excitement bubbling under the surface.

My mom smiled warmly, standing behind me as she ran her fingers through my hair. “Y/N, this is your first real date. You never let yourself do these things. Just enjoy it.”

I glanced at her in the mirror, trying to argue, but something in her eyes softened my resolve. She was right. I never let myself enjoy moments like these. Maybe I should, just this once.

As the hairstylist began working on my hair, I glanced at Hoseok through the mirror. “I still don’t know about this. I mean, it’s Jungkook. Of all people.”

Hoseok grinned, leaning back in his chair. “Oh, trust me, by the end of the night, you won’t be able to resist him. You’re gonna fall for him all over again.”

I rolled my eyes, but deep down, the thought sent a small shiver down my spine. Could he be right?

As the stylist continued, my hair began to take shape—a beautiful, light brown, almost blonde wavy perm that cascaded down my shoulders. It felt soft and voluminous, and as I ran my fingers through it, I had to admit—I looked good.

Hoseok and my mom were gushing over the final result, practically vibrating with excitement.

“Oh my god, Y/N, you look stunning,” my mom said, her voice thick with emotion.

Hoseok clapped his hands together. “Okay, hair’s done. Now it’s time for the dress!”

We moved to my closet, where an array of designer dresses awaited. I had always been a sucker for high-end fashion—Chanel, Louis Vuitton, Prada. You name it, I loved it. And today, it seemed like Hoseok and my mom had pulled out all the stops.

I tried on dress after dress, each one more luxurious than the last. Every time I walked out to show them, Hoseok and my mom would gasp and clap like I was a supermodel on a runway. But no matter how many I tried, none of them felt quite right.

Until I found the dress.

It was tucked away in the back of the closet, hidden among the others. The moment I slipped it on, I knew it was the one. The fabric was soft and luxurious, hugging my curves in all the right places, while still showing just the right amount of skin. It was elegant, yet playful, and when I stepped out to show Hoseok and my mom, their reactions said it all.

“Oh my god,” Hoseok gasped, his hands flying to his face. “Eommoniiii! This is the one!”

My mom’s eyes welled up with tears as she looked at me. “Y/N, you look absolutely perfect.”

I rolled my eyes playfully, but deep down, I felt amazing. This dress was something else. I spun around, watching the fabric swirl around me, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“That dress is perfect,” Hoseok said, standing back to admire me. “It’s elegant, sexy, and just… wow.”

I chuckled, feeling a little self-conscious under their intense gazes. “Alright, alright. Stop it. I’m not that amazing.”

But my mom wasn’t laughing. She was staring at me, tears brimming in her eyes.

“Mom? Why are you crying?” I asked, suddenly worried.

She wiped at her eyes, sniffling slightly. “That dress… it was something your dad designed. He made it specifically for you.”

I froze, staring at her in shock. “What?”

She nodded, smiling through her tears. “He designed it just for you, Y/N. He wanted you to have something special.”

A lump formed in my throat as I looked down at the dress, my fingers grazing the fabric. My dad had designed this for me. And now, I was wearing it on a night I never expected. A mixture of emotions swirled inside me—happiness, sadness, and a deep longing to see him again.

I walked over to my mom, wrapping my arms around her as the tears began to spill from my eyes. “I miss him,” I whispered.

“I know, sweetheart,” she said, hugging me tightly. “He loved you so much. He built everything in this house for you.”

Hoseok came over, wrapping his arms around both of us in a tight group hug. “Your dad would be so proud of you, Y/N.”

I smiled through my tears, feeling a warmth in my chest that I hadn’t felt in a long time. “Thank you,” I whispered, holding them both close. This was what family was about—being there for each other, even in the moments when you least expected it.

Hoseok pulled out his phone, snapping a quick picture of the three of us. “Okay, we are so cute right now,” he declared, grinning.

My mom and I chuckled softly, wiping away our tears. “Alright, alright. You might ruin the look,” I teased, feeling lighter than I had in a long time.

A/N : these are all just the inspos of what she wore and her make up, but if you want something else then you can use your imaginations

Jungkook ringing the bell with his motorbike outside felt like something straight out of a movie. The low hum of the engine mixed with the fading light of the evening gave the moment an almost surreal quality. When I saw him standing there, holding out a spare helmet, something inside me fluttered.

“Hello? For Y/N please,” Jungkook called out in his playful tone as Hoseok and my mom guided me outside. The two of them were beaming, probably just as excited as I was.

Jungkook’s eyes met mine, and I could see him pause. His gaze softened, and it felt as though time slowed down between us. He looked at me as if he was seeing me for the first time—no, more than that. His stare was filled with awe, admiration, and something so tender that it made my heart skip a beat.

"Wow," he whispered, completely taken aback. His eyes widened slightly as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “You’re pretty every day, but— you got even prettier.”

I chuckled at his words, feeling the warmth spread through me. “Alright, alright, we’ll leave you two lovebirds alone,” Hoseok teased, glancing at my mom with a smirk.

Mom followed up with a playful wink, “Take care of my daughter, alright?”

Jungkook smiled, his eyes not leaving mine. “Of course, I will.”

As soon as we were left alone, he stepped closer, his hands gently placing the helmet over my head. Our eyes locked in the process, the intensity of the moment making my breath hitch. He leaned in slightly, his voice low, “You’re so fucking pretty.”

My heart raced as I smiled back, trying to keep my cool. “You look hot in that leather jacket,” I teased, hoping to balance out the tension. Jungkook chuckled softly, that familiar playful grin on his face, but then he did something that made my heart flutter even more.

He started to take off his leather jacket and draped it over my shoulders. “It’ll be windy and cold later. I don’t want you to be cold,” he said, his fingers lingering on the collar as his eyes traced my face, clearly unable to look away.

The warmth from his jacket and the tenderness in his gesture made me feel like I was floating. He guided me toward his big bike, making sure I was settled before he climbed on in front of me. As we took off, the city lights started to blur, the wind blowing through my hair, and the sound of Lana Del Rey’s “Happiness is a Butterfly” filled our helmets, setting the perfect soundtrack to the moment.

My hands instinctively wrapped around his waist as we zoomed down the streets. The feeling of being pressed against his back, the steady rhythm of his breathing, and the way the world seemed to rush by—it all felt so cinematic. It was hard not to feel like I was in one of those romantic movies I used to watch late at night.

As we passed through a tunnel, the lights flickered over us, casting fleeting shadows. Something inside me stirred. The moment felt endless, like the world had paused just for us. And that’s when it hit me, harder than ever before.

I was in love with Jeon Jungkook.

We arrived at a beautiful, almost dreamlike place—an amusement park, but it was empty. Just for us. The Ferris wheel glowed in the distance, standing tall against the darkening sky.

“Oh my god, Jungkook,” I gasped, excitement bubbling inside me like a child. I loved Ferris wheels, always had. There was something magical about them, especially when paired with fireworks. I turned to him, the question already forming on my lips. “How—how did you know I love amusement parks and Ferris wheels?”

Jungkook’s gaze softened even more, and he smiled that warm smile that always made my heart race. “Hoseok told me,” he admitted.

Before I could respond, his lips crashed onto mine, catching me completely off guard. But I melted into him, my body responding naturally, my heart pounding in my chest. He pulled me closer, his lips soft yet commanding, and it felt like everything else disappeared around us.

“Come on, let’s ride it,” he whispered against my lips, his eyes still locked on mine.

I couldn’t contain my excitement as I practically skipped to the Ferris wheel, feeling like a kid again. We climbed into the cart, and as we ascended to the top, I looked out at the glowing city below us, completely entranced.

Then, suddenly, the sky lit up. Fireworks exploded overhead, painting the night in vivid colors. I squealed in pure joy, the sight overwhelming me. “Oh my god!! Jungkook—ahhhh, oh my god!” Tears of happiness welled up in my eyes, and I couldn’t help but cry.

Jungkook didn’t say anything. He just watched me, his eyes filled with love and admiration. Seeing me happy like this was enough for him.

A flashback hit me then—memories of my dad taking me to the amusement park when I was little. We’d ride the Ferris wheel almost every day because he knew it was my favorite. The fireworks, the Ferris wheel, all of it brought me back to those innocent, happy days.

As we reached the top, the view below was breathtaking, but nothing compared to the way Jungkook was looking at me.

The fact that Hoseok had told him about this, that he had gone through all this effort just to see me smile, made me feel something I hadn’t felt in a long time. Loved. Seen.

We held hands as we descended, talking about the past. It was light and playful, the two of us teasing each other like we always did.

“Remember when you’d always ‘accidentally’ hit me or kick me?” Jungkook teased, nudging me playfully.

I rolled my eyes, smirking back at him. “It really was an accident… unless you wanted it not to be,” I fired back, narrowing my eyes mischievously.

His playful expression softened, and I could feel the air shift between us. Something heavier, more intense, settled in the space.

“Jungkook…” I whispered, my heart suddenly in my throat.

He turned to me, his voice low. “Hm?”

“Kiss me.”

Ngl i just wanna tease yall for the upcoming chapter of ‘if i were you i’d do me’ 😝😝😍😍

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The soft creak of the ferris wheel turning was the only sound breaking the night, aside from our uneven breaths. The small cabin swayed gently, and it felt like we were suspended in time, high above the world, completely isolated.

Jungkook's hands moved with deliberate care, undressing me inside the dimly lit cabin of the ferris wheel.

His fingers grazed the soft fabric of my top, pulling it off my body as the city lights twinkled below us. The cool air sent a shiver down my spine, but his touch warmed me instantly.

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A ferris wheel scene? 👀👀

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about me!

favourite color ➼ purple

nationality ➼ half fil, half spanish

languages ➼ thai, english, tagalog, japanese

ult groups ➼ BTS, enhy, le seraffim

biases ➼ jungkook nd yoongi, sunoo, yunjin

about my works and fics

my fics are all completely fictional. i do not know the idols personally and if you do not like my works, you can feel free to ignore and block me. i am not forcing anyone to like my fics nor read it, everyone has the free will to do whatever they want and if they want to read my fics then they can feel free to read it and not read it.

when do i usually update chapters?

well i am kind of a busy person so i do not post that much but when i can i try to write all the chapters and just post it all at once. tho this october i will be publishing my unfinished fics.

any trigger warnings or sensitive content you should know?

non consensual sx, fngering, unprotected sx, exhibitionist, corruption kink, tit play, abusive relationships, cheating, voyeurism, cum play, impreg kink, praise kink, slut shaming, degredation kink

my genres?

slight slow burn, established relationship?, e2l, f2l, exes to lovers (upcoming).

upcoming fics?

the past is empty ➼ exes to lovers. jk x reader

expect the unexpected ➼ idol! myg x fan! reader

lame game ➼ idol! gamer! jk x streamer! reader

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If i were you i'd do me - JK - MDNI - 4

pairings : fuckboy! jk x fem! reader, established relationship, mentions of smart! namjoon x oc, slow burn, enemies to lovers

contents/warninss : fluff, motorrides with jk, semi public sex? unprotected sex, suprisesss

taglist : comment if you wanna be added to my taglists) @crazyovayou @sinfullygay @minghaosimp @pitchblack0309

context : Jungkook, the notorious campus heartbreaker and player, unexpectedly becomes your groupmate alongside Namjoon, the guy you’ve secretly admired for ages. However, it seems your feelings have started shifting from Namjoon to someone else entirely unexpected…

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The air in the small cabin was thick with tension as Jungkook leaned in, his lips grazing mine in a slow, deliberate kiss. I could feel the heat between us intensifying with each second. His hand caressed my cheek before trailing down my neck, sending shivers through my body. Every movement felt electrified, like sparks lighting up every nerve.

I broke the kiss, breathless, whispering, "Jungkook... I need more."

He paused for a moment, eyes darkened with desire, his lips curving into a teasing smile. "In this ferris wheel?" he asked, his voice low, playful, and full of disbelief.

I nodded, my heart racing, feeling bold and unfiltered. "Fuck it, Jeon. Just do it."

His eyes flashed with excitement, and his hand slid around my waist, pulling me closer. "Such a naughty girl," he murmured, his voice thick with a mix of amusement and lust. His lips crashed against mine again, more fervent this time, our bodies pressed together as the ferris wheel cabin rocked slightly with the movement.

Jungkook's hands began to roam, exploring every inch of me, the touch of his fingertips against my bare skin sending jolts of anticipation through my body. i could feel my thin panty getting damped. i knew well i was inlove with him. 

"kook..please" i whined onto him making him chuckle. "so wet for me" he mutters under his breath as he rubs my clit in circles as his name leaves out of my mouth. "please kook i need you. we can be quick" i begged him, unbuckling his belt. "bend for me baby" he orders me and without hesitation i obey him. feeling his cold touch against my skin as he pulls up my dress revealing my red laced panty with a wet mark on top of it. he palms it teasing me even more "for godsake jungkook just fucking do it!" i grunted with a slight annoyance. "so greedy. hm i love it" he coos. he then slides my panties to the side as he slides into me smoothly, making a loud moan come out of my mouth. "fuck. so tight and wet" he utters with a chuckle, clearly enjoying me bent over with his dick balls deep inside me. "fuck kook im coming" i whine, my eyes rolling back as my back arching back. the ferris wheel cabin was rocking side to side rhythmically with his thrust against me "im gonna cum inside you yeah? you like that?' he grunts "m-mhmm.." i could only humm as i felt his seed release inside me, filling me to the brim. 

Jungkook leaned back against the seat of the Ferris wheel, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths. The tension that had been thick between us was finally released, leaving us both in a shared state of bliss. He looked at me with that familiar mischievous smile as he reached for my dress, gently tugging it back into place. His touch was soft, almost tender, as if he was savoring every second we had shared.

“You okay?” he asked, brushing a strand of hair from my face.

I nodded, still trying to catch my breath, my heart racing from everything that had just happened. I felt a rush of warmth in my chest as I looked into his eyes, the connection between us undeniable. There was something about being with him that made me feel alive in ways I couldn’t explain.

“Let’s go. You need to pee,” he chuckled softly, a playful glint in his eye.

I laughed, feeling the need to relieve myself too after all the excitement. “Yeah… I guess I do,” I replied, still flushed.

We gathered ourselves and exited the Ferris wheel, the air outside feeling cooler now that the adrenaline was wearing off. The world around us had resumed its normal pace, but everything still felt different—like it was just the two of us in our own little bubble.

Once we got back to his bike, Jungkook handed me the helmet again, his hands lingering on mine for a moment. “At my house?” he asked, his tone casual, but there was something deeper in his gaze.

“Sure,” I smiled, my heart fluttering at the thought of spending more time with him. There was something about Jungkook that made everything feel exciting, like every moment with him was an adventure.

The ride to his house was just as exhilarating as the one before, but now there was an added layer of intimacy between us, a shared secret that only we knew. I held onto him tightly, feeling the warmth of his body through the leather jacket he had insisted I wear earlier.

When we finally pulled up to his place, he helped me off the bike, his hands lingering on my waist for just a moment longer than necessary. “Come on in,” he said, unlocking the door and holding it open for me.

His apartment was cozy, with the kind of effortless style that was uniquely his. I had been here before, but everything felt different now, more intimate, as if this was no longer just his space but ours, even if just for tonight.

“Here, you can wear this,” Jungkook said, tossing me one of his oversized shirts. “I’m sure you’ll be more comfortable in this.”

I took the shirt, smiling as I ran my fingers over the fabric. “Thanks,” I replied, already feeling more at home with him.

“I’ll be in the living room. Take your time,” he said, giving me a wink before heading off to the couch.

I started heading toward the bathroom when I bumped into someone. I wasn’t expecting anyone else to be here, so I looked up, surprised to see a girl standing there.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said, stepping back awkwardly.

The girl looked at me with a curious expression before raising an eyebrow. “Sorry, who are you?” she asked, her voice carrying a teasing edge. “Another chick of Jungkook’s?”

Her words hit me like a punch to the gut, and I found myself fumbling for an answer. “Uh… no, I’m his friend,” I replied, the words sounding hollow even to me. The way she had said "chick" stung, and for a moment, I questioned what I really was to Jungkook.

She eyed me for a moment, and then a smirk spread across her face. “Clearly too pretty to be just a friend,” she said, her tone softening as if she was trying to reassure me. “Just tell me if he hurts you, okay?”

I nodded, unsure of how to respond. “Thanks…”

She chuckled, leaning against the wall as if to make small talk. “Oh, wait, what’s your name?”

“Y/N,” I said quietly, feeling more self-conscious than ever.

Her eyes widened slightly in recognition, and she muttered something under her breath. “Ohhh… so you’re the one he talks about a lot then.”

I blinked, caught off guard by her words. “What?” I asked, pretending I didn’t hear her clearly.

“Oh, nothing,” she quickly covered, giving me a mischievous smile. “Just… it’s nice to finally meet you. Enjoy your stay here, feel at home,” she added before heading off.

I stood there for a moment, replaying her words in my head. The one he talks about a lot? What did that mean? My heart fluttered with a mixture of hope and confusion. Was Jungkook really talking about me to others? The thought made my stomach flip, but I couldn’t dwell on it for too long. I had to remind myself that we were just friends, even if tonight had felt like so much more than that.

I quickly made my way to the bathroom, trying to shake off the lingering doubts. When I returned, Jungkook was sprawled out on the couch, flipping through channels on the TV.

“Everything okay?” he asked, his eyes flicking over to me.

“Yeah,” I replied, feeling a little flustered after my encounter with his sister.

“You sure?” he raised an eyebrow, clearly sensing something was off.

I hesitated for a moment, debating whether to bring it up. “I ran into your sister,” I finally said, sitting down next to him on the couch.

Jungkook chuckled. “Ah, don’t mind her. She likes to mess with people.”

I laughed softly, feeling a little more at ease. “Yeah, I figured.”

He turned toward me, his expression softening as he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “Don’t worry about her,” he said, his voice low and comforting. “She means well. And besides…” he added, leaning in closer, “you’re way more than just a ‘chick’ to me.”

Jungkook chuckled as he sat up on the bed, the playful banter between him and his sister echoing in my ears. I couldn’t help but laugh, still feeling a bit flustered from our earlier moment and my encounter with Jina. The teasing from her had stung a little, but Jungkook’s reassurances were enough to melt away any doubts.

"Thanks," I said, chuckling softly as I shook my head.

Jungkook’s eyes lingered on me for a moment, and then, with a smirk, he asked, “Wanna go to my room? If you want, I can sleep on the floor.”

His offer was sweet, but the idea of him sleeping on the floor felt wrong after everything we had shared tonight. I looked at him, a little shy but still feeling bold enough to respond.

“No, no… it’s alright. We can... sleep... together on the bed,” I said, my words coming out more hesitant than I intended.

Jungkook’s smirk widened into a grin, his playful nature shining through as he teased, “Okay.”

Before we could move, we both heard Jina's voice yelling from down the hallway, loud enough for us to hear, “Don’t be too loud, you lovebirds!”

I covered my face with my hands, completely embarrassed, while Jungkook shot back, “Mind your own business, Jina!”

Her laugh rang out in response, and I couldn't help but giggle too. “You guys are like me and Hoseok,” I chuckled, still trying to calm my nerves.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Are you guys siblings?”

I smiled, shaking my head. “I wish. But no, he's my best friend since diapers. My mother and his mother are best friends, and he kind of became my mom’s son after Auntie… died.” I trailed off, the weight of the memory still heavy, but I gave him a soft smile to show that it was okay.

Jungkook’s expression softened, his eyes filled with sympathy. “Oh… I’m sorry—”

“It’s alright,” I cut him off, offering him a reassuring smile.

Jungkook nodded, understanding that it was a sensitive topic but knowing not to push further. Instead, he reached out and gave my hand a gentle squeeze, a silent gesture that said more than words could.

Finally, we made our way to his bedroom. It was simple but cozy, with a few personal touches here and there—a couple of posters, some framed photos on the nightstand, and the faint scent of his cologne lingering in the air. I felt a wave of comfort wash over me as I entered the space. It was so distinctly Jungkook, and it made me feel at ease.

We both climbed into the bed, the mattress sinking slightly under our weight. There was a comforting silence between us as we settled in, side by side. The night had been long and full of surprises, and now, as we lay there in the quiet of his room, it felt like everything had come full circle.

Jungkook turned toward me, his voice soft and gentle as he whispered, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

The way he said my name sent shivers down my spine, his breath warm against my ear. I felt a flutter in my chest, the kind that only happens when you're so close to someone you care about. It was intimate in the most innocent of ways, and I smiled as I whispered back, “Goodnight.”

For a moment, I just lay there, staring up at the ceiling, feeling the weight of the night settle in. Everything had been so surreal—riding on his bike through the city, the Ferris wheel, the fireworks, the way he had looked at me like I was the only person in the world. And now, here we were, side by side, the space between us filled with an unspoken understanding.

I turned slightly, my eyes finding his in the dim light. Jungkook’s face was relaxed, his eyes half-closed as if he was on the verge of falling asleep, but there was a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He seemed content, and I couldn’t help but feel the same.

The bed was warm, and the quiet hum of the night surrounded us like a blanket. As I watched him, I felt something deep within me shift—a realization, maybe. It was something I hadn’t quite understood before, but now, as I lay here beside him, it was becoming clearer. I was happy with him. Truly happy. There was something about Jungkook that made me feel safe, like I could be myself without fear or hesitation.

I wasn’t sure what would happen next. I didn’t know what the future held for us, but in this moment, none of that mattered. All that mattered was the here and now, the feeling of being close to someone who cared for me, someone who made me feel alive.

Jungkook shifted slightly, and his hand found mine under the covers, his fingers intertwining with mine in a way that felt so natural, so right. I squeezed his hand gently, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine.

“Sleep well,” he murmured, his voice barely audible as he finally closed his eyes.

“You too,” I whispered back, my heart swelling with a quiet joy.

As the night wore on and the world outside grew quieter, I felt myself drifting off, lulled by the comfort of Jungkook’s presence beside me. It wasn’t long before sleep took over, and I found myself sinking into a peaceful slumber, knowing that whatever came next, we would face it together.

In that moment, everything felt perfect.

You stirred awake to the sound of a phone ringing, groggy and still wrapped in the warmth of sleep. Instinctively, you reached over to grab your phone from the nightstand, but it wasn’t your phone that was ringing. You blinked, realizing the sound was coming from Jungkook’s phone, which was lying on the other side of the bed.

Confused, you picked it up without thinking, eyes squinting at the unfamiliar number flashing on the screen. Before you could process what you were doing, your thumb had already swiped across the screen, answering the call.

"Kookie, baby, I miss you. Can I come over?"

The words hit you like a punch to the gut, freezing you in place. The soft, syrupy voice on the other end of the line was unmistakably familiar. It wasn't the tone or the pitch, but the intimacy. A voice that spoke to him in a way you’d never heard before, a name that rolled off her tongue so effortlessly.

Your heart dropped, and the phone slipped from your trembling hand, landing silently on the bed. For a moment, the room felt like it was spinning, the weight of the words pressing down on your chest until it hurt to breathe.

Tears began to pool in your eyes, and before you could stop them, they were slipping down your cheeks, leaving hot, wet trails. You glanced at Jungkook, still fast asleep next to you, his arm loosely draped over your waist, his expression so peaceful, so unaware of the turmoil now raging inside of you.

How could he? How could he do this? After everything you’d shared, after last night—the intimacy, the tenderness—you thought it meant something.

But now, you weren’t sure of anything.

You slowly lifted Jungkook’s heavy arm off of you, gently replacing yourself with a pillow. Your heart was breaking with every small movement, but you couldn’t stay here. Not after hearing that. Not after realizing that maybe, to him, you were just another girl. Just a fling.

You slid out of bed, careful not to make any noise. Every breath felt heavy, every step agonizingly slow. You gathered your clothes from the floor and slipped them on quietly, your mind racing, replaying the voice on the phone, the sickening feeling growing stronger with each passing second.

With your heart in pieces and tears still falling, you picked up your phone, quickly typing a message to Hoseok.

"Seok, can you call the driver to pick me up? I'll send you the address."

You hit send and grabbed the rest of your belongings, all while trying to keep your breathing steady. You just needed to get out. You couldn’t face him. Not now.

As you crept toward the door, you opened it as silently as possible, but as soon as you stepped into the hallway, you ran into Jina, Jungkook's sister. She looked at you, her brows furrowing slightly.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" she asked, her tone genuinely concerned. "It’s oddly early for you to be leaving."

You tried to smile, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Oh—uh, I’ve got to go home. My brother called me,” you lied, hoping it sounded convincing.

Jina nodded slowly, though she didn’t look entirely convinced. “Alright... Get home safely, okay?”

You forced another smile and nodded, murmuring a soft, “Thanks,” before quickly making your way past her. You couldn’t linger any longer, not when every moment in this house felt like a betrayal, like your heart was being torn apart piece by piece.

Stepping outside, the early morning air hit you, crisp and cool, but it did little to calm the storm inside of you. You stood on the sidewalk, waiting for the driver, trying to keep yourself together. Your phone vibrated in your hand, and you saw the reply from Hoseok.

"Where are you? I'll have Mr. Kim come get you."

You quickly sent your location and shoved your phone back into your pocket. Your body was trembling, your mind still racing with thoughts of Jungkook, of the voice on the phone, of everything you thought you were to him.

Minutes later, the car pulled up, and Mr. Kim rolled down the window. “Y/N, are you alright?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.

You nodded quickly, though the tears streaming down your face betrayed your answer. “Yeah… thanks for asking,” you whispered, getting into the car and sinking into the seat.

As the car pulled away from Jungkook's house, you stared out of the window, watching the world blur by, your heart aching with every mile that took you farther from him. Tears fell freely now, and you didn’t bother wiping them away. You felt so utterly foolish, so used. How could you have let yourself fall for him? How could you have believed, even for a second, that you were anything more than just another girl in his life?

Your phone vibrated again, this time with messages from Jungkook.

"Y/N? Where are you?"

"Jina told me you left. Why?"

"Are you getting home safe?"

"Y/N, I’m sorry."

"Please answer me." 

"jina told me you went to your brother. you can't fool me. you don't have a brother"

"y/n please let me explain who called"

You shut off the phone, unable to handle the pain. You didn’t want to hear his excuses. You didn’t want to hear whatever lies he would come up with. You just wanted to be far away from him, from the heartbreak, from the confusion. You shut your eyes, trying to block out everything, hoping that maybe, just maybe, this would hurt less in the morning. But deep down, you knew that wasn’t true.

Ngl i LOVEE adding dramas and crazy plots to my fics so i just wanna say that in part 5 of iiwyidm there will be ALOT of angst. Yall will know the true colors of hoseok if i probably add it. But yeah, get some tissues (double meaning) and prepare yourself for whatevers about to happen

Anyways expect to have unexpected characters to show up in this fic

If i were you i'd do me - JK - MDNI - 5

pairings : fuckboy! jk x fem! reader, established relationship, mentions of smart! namjoon x oc, slow burn, enemies to lovers

contents/warninss : angst, no smut for now, a bunch of suprises

taglist : comment if you wanna be added to my taglists) @crazyovayou@sinfullygay@minghaosimp

word count: 3k words, kinda short

context : Jungkook, the notorious campus heartbreaker and player, unexpectedly becomes your groupmate alongside Namjoon, the guy you’ve secretly admired for ages. However, it seems your feelings have started shifting from Namjoon to someone else entirely unexpected…

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It’s been a week since everything happened. Since that night that turned my world upside down. Since I found out Jungkook—Jeon Jungkook, the person I thought I knew—was the same guy entertaining that girl on the phone with those sickly sweet words. “Kookie baby, I miss you. Can I come over?” Those words have been etched into my mind, replaying over and over like a broken record I can’t turn off.

Seven days I’ve been locked in my room, shutting out the world. I’ve skipped all my classes. I’ve ignored every single text and call that’s come through my phone. It’s like I’ve shut down entirely. My friends? They’ve been worried. I know that much. I can feel it in the incessant knocks on my door, the texts from Hoseok growing increasingly concerned, and the phone calls from Namjoon asking if I’m alright.

I’ve responded to none of them. Because how could I possibly explain what’s going on? How could I possibly explain the whirlwind of emotions that’s tearing me apart inside, dragging me under until I can barely breathe?

I hear a knock on the door, again. I groan, curling up tighter beneath the covers, as if I can disappear entirely if I wish hard enough.

“Y/N,” Hoseok’s voice sounds from the other side. “I’m not leaving until you open up.”

I don’t respond. Maybe if I stay silent, he’ll go away.

“You’ve been in there for a week. You can’t keep doing this,” he continues, more forceful this time. “Today’s the presentation, Y/N. Namjoon’s worried. He’s been asking about you.”

My stomach twists. Right. The presentation. How could I forget? Namjoon’s been depending on me for weeks to get through this group project, and now I’m just blowing it all off. Great. Another thing to feel guilty about.

I pull the covers over my head, blocking out the light and Hoseok’s voice. But he’s not giving up this time.

“Y/N, if you don’t get up now, I’m breaking this door down. I swear I will,” Hoseok threatens, his voice full of frustration. But beneath that, I can hear it—concern. He’s worried.

I sigh, kicking the covers off. There’s no way Hoseok’s going to let this go. And honestly? He’s right. I’ve been hiding, running away from everything because I’m scared. Scared of seeing Jungkook again. Scared of what I’ll feel when I do. Scared of what I might do or say.

With shaky hands, I grab my phone from the nightstand and check the time. I’ve got maybe an hour before class starts.

I’m going to have to face Jungkook eventually. I can’t hide forever.

“I’m getting ready,” I mutter, loud enough for Hoseok to hear through the door.

I hear a sigh of relief from the other side. “Finally,” Hoseok says. “I’ll wait for you downstairs.”

As soon as I hear his footsteps retreat down the hall, I get up, running my hands through my messy hair. I look like a wreck, and I feel worse. But I have to push through it. I have to go to class. I have to face him.

The walk to class feels like I’m trudging through quicksand. Every step is heavy, weighed down by the anxiety bubbling in my chest. Hoseok doesn’t say much, but I can feel his gaze on me the whole time, as if he’s afraid I’ll turn around and run back to my room.

When we get to the classroom, my stomach drops. I can already feel the tension creeping in, like a tightening in my chest.

And there he is—Jungkook, sitting with his group at the front of the room, looking completely unbothered. Like he hasn’t been tearing me apart for days.

I sit down beside Namjoon, and he gives me a worried glance. “You good?” he whispers.

I nod stiffly, even though I’m anything but good. But what can I say? That I’ve been falling apart over a guy who clearly doesn’t give a damn? That I’ve been spiraling because I thought… maybe I was different?

No. I can’t.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I lie, forcing a tight-lipped smile.

Namjoon doesn’t seem convinced, but thankfully, he doesn’t push it. The professor starts class, and I try to focus, but my mind is all over the place. I can’t stop glancing at Jungkook from the corner of my eye. He hasn’t looked at me once. Not even a single glance.

Then, out of nowhere, a crumpled-up piece of paper lands on my desk.

I blink, confused, before unfolding it.

“Please stop ignoring me. Hear me out first.”

My heart skips a beat, and I glance toward Jungkook. He’s still not looking at me, but I know it’s from him. Who else would it be?

Another crumpled-up paper lands on my desk, this one more wrinkled than the last. I open it cautiously.

“Let’s talk later after the presentation? Yes [ ] Yes [ ]”

A small giggle escapes me, despite myself. The absurdity of it is almost funny. Of course, he’d give me no other option. Of course, he’d do something ridiculous like this.

But then reality hits me. This isn’t funny. This isn’t cute. This is him, once again, playing with me like I’m some kind of toy.

I crumple the paper back up, throwing it to the side. I can’t afford to be swayed by him. Not again. Not after everything.

Finally, it’s our turn to present. Namjoon stands confidently beside me as we go over our points, but I’m barely holding it together. My mind keeps drifting back to Jungkook. I can feel his eyes on me now, watching every move I make, but I refuse to look at him.

Focus. I have to focus.

But when it’s Jungkook’s turn to present, it is so not related to our topic...I can’t help but listen. He starts talking about Shakespeare, about love and tragedy and how easily things can be ruined by miscommunication.

His words hit too close to home, like he’s speaking directly to me. And maybe he is. His eyes flicker toward me, just for a second, and my heart clenches in my chest.

Is he doing this on purpose? Does he know what he’s doing to me?

He talks about how love isn’t easy, how it’s messy and painful, but it’s real. How sometimes, the people we care about the most are the ones we hurt the most. It’s like he’s pulling the words straight from my mind, saying everything I’ve been too afraid to admit.

By the time he’s done, I’m shaken. My hands are trembling as I sit down, trying to process what just happened.

I can’t do this. I need to get out of here.

As soon as class ends, I stand there, my hands trembling as I gather my books, trying to hold myself together. I can feel Jungkook's presence looming behind me, like a storm about to crash. Every nerve in my body is on high alert, knowing he’s not going to let me leave without saying something. The weight of his stare is unbearable.

“Y/N,” his voice is soft, but I can hear the tension in it, the frustration lacing every syllable. “We need to talk. Please.”

I don’t even turn to look at him. My jaw clenches, my vision blurring as tears prick at the corners of my eyes. I can’t do this. Not with him. Not when I’m barely holding myself together. I shove my books into my bag, my breath shaky as I speak, my voice cold and sharp.

“Why don’t you go talk to your ‘Kookie baby, I miss you, can I come over?’ girl,” I spit, the venom dripping from my words, my heart pounding in my chest. “Stop using me for once.”

The moment the words leave my mouth, the tension in the air thickens, but I don’t care. I don’t even care how cruel I sound because this is my reality—this is what he’s done to me.

Jungkook steps forward, his voice growing desperate. “Y/N, it’s not like that—”

“Not like that?” I whip around to face him, my voice cracking with disbelief. “Don’t fucking lie to me, Jungkook! I heard her. I heard the way she talked to you, like you’re something she can just call up whenever she feels like it. Like I don’t even fucking matter.”

He flinches at my words, his face crumbling in front of me. But I can’t stop. I’m unraveling, and there’s no going back now.

“You think it’s easy to love you?” I laugh bitterly, my chest heaving as the tears I’ve been holding back finally spill over. “You think it’s easy to want you, need you, when you’re always all over the place? Fuck this girl, fuck that girl. You think it’s easy for me to keep caring about you when you—” My voice breaks, and I have to pause to catch my breath. “You know what? Never mind.”

I try to push past him, desperate to get away before I completely fall apart, but Jungkook grabs my wrist, pulling me back. His eyes are wide, frantic. “Wait—”

“No,” I snap, wrenching my arm out of his grip. “I’m done. I’m going home.”

“Y/N, stop!” His voice rises, panic creeping into his tone as he steps in front of me, blocking my way. His chest is heaving now, his eyes wild with frustration. “You don’t get it. You don’t fucking get it!”

I meet his gaze, my eyes filled with hurt and anger. “What don’t I get, Jungkook? Huh? What am I missing here?”

He’s silent for a moment, his hands shaking as he runs them through his hair. He looks torn, like he’s grappling with something he can’t bring himself to say. And then, finally, he snaps.

“I have been in love with you since the first year!” His voice is raw, filled with an intensity that makes my heart skip a beat. “You think it’s easy for me? You think it’s easy trying to pretend like I don’t feel anything when I’ve been fucking obsessed with you this whole time?”

My breath catches in my throat. He’s looking at me like he’s just torn open his chest and laid everything bare, and I don’t know what to do with it. I don’t know how to process it.

“W-What?” I stammer, completely thrown off balance.

Jungkook steps closer, his voice trembling with emotion. “I tried, Y/N. I tried so fucking hard not to feel this way. I tried to distract myself, tried to find someone else who could make me forget, but no matter what I did, it was always you. It’s always been you.”

His words hit me like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, I can’t breathe. This is the confession I’ve wanted for so long, the words I thought I’d never hear from him. But instead of feeling relief, all I feel is anger. Anger because this—this is what he chose to do with it?

“You think that’s supposed to make it better?” My voice cracks, the hurt spilling over as I stare at him, my hands trembling. “You think that’s supposed to fix everything? That you’ve been fucking other girls, using them to distract yourself from me?”

“Y/N—”

“Don’t,” I cut him off, my voice sharp. “Don’t you dare try to justify this. You made me feel like I was just another one of your stupid hookups. And now you expect me to believe that you love me? That it was all because of me?”

His face contorts with frustration, and he takes a step closer, his voice rising again. “Yes! Because no matter how hard I fucking tried, I couldn’t stop thinking about you! Every time I was with someone else, all I could think about was you, okay? It’s always been you, Y/N. You’re the one I can’t get out of my head.”

Tears blur my vision as I shake my head, backing away from him. “I don’t believe you.”

Jungkook’s expression hardens, his eyes dark with determination. “Then I’ll make you.”

Before I can even react, he grabs my face, his lips crashing against mine. The kiss is rough, desperate, like he’s trying to pour every unspoken word, every ounce of emotion into it. And for a moment, I let myself get lost in it. In him.

But then reality crashes down, and I pull away, gasping for air. “Jungkook, stop.”

He doesn’t let go. His hands grip my face, his forehead pressing against mine as he whispers, his voice raspy and broken. “I’ll show you how much I’ve been loving you. I’ll show you how much you mean to me.”

My heart shatters at his words, and I choke back a sob, my hands pushing weakly against his chest. “You can’t fix this with a kiss, Jungkook. You can’t just—”

“I don’t care,” he interrupts, his voice raw with desperation. “I don’t care if it’s messy or complicated. I just… I need you, Y/N. I need you to believe me. Please.”

I break. The walls I’ve spent so long building come crashing down, and I collapse into him, my body trembling as sobs wrack my frame.

“I can’t,” I cry, my hands clutching his shirt as I bury my face in his chest. “I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep letting you break my heart.”

Jungkook wraps his arms around me, holding me tight as if he’s afraid I’ll slip away. His voice is low, trembling with emotion as he whispers, “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”

“I love you,” he says, his voice breaking. “I love you, Y/N. And I know I’ve messed up, but I need you to know that I’ve always loved you and i know you do too.

“Now that I finally have you, I don’t want to lose you, Y/N… please, just give me a chance,” he whispered softly, his breath warm against my ear. His words ignited a flicker of hope within me, yet the fear of vulnerability loomed large.

“Can you… can you stay at mine tonight?” I asked, my voice breaking under the weight of my emotions. I felt exposed, raw, but deep down, I craved the comfort of his presence.

He nodded, a gentle smile spreading across his face, reassuring me in ways words couldn't. “Yeah, I’ll drive us there.” His voice was steady, and as we pulled away from the embrace, I felt a rush of gratitude wash over me.

As we stepped outside, the evening air was cool against my flushed skin. We climbed into Jungkook's sleek white Mustang, and I could feel the tension starting to melt away, replaced by a tentative sense of hope. The ride was quiet but not uncomfortable; it was a silence filled with unspoken words and emotions we were both still trying to process.

My eyes were still slightly puffy from crying, but I managed to steal glances at him as he focused on the road. Jungkook had a way of drawing me in, his presence captivating and soothing all at once. The soft hum of the engine accompanied the pounding of my heart, and I wondered if he could hear it too.

Finally, we arrived in front of my house. The street was quiet, the only sounds coming from the rustling leaves and the distant hum of traffic. Before he could say anything, I gathered my courage and asked, “Who was that girl?”

Jungkook took a deep breath, steadying himself before responding. “It’s Yeji. My hookup from four weeks ago who can’t seem to take a hint.” His tone was calm, but I could sense the frustration beneath it.

“Really?” I raised an eyebrow, trying to keep my voice steady. “Because if you have a girlfriend, I can back up.”

He chuckled lightly, a sound that filled me with a strange mixture of annoyance and affection. “No, Y/N. It’s not like that at all.” He fished out his phone and handed it to me. “The password is your birthday. You can check our conversation; I’m not lying.”

My cheeks flushed at his trust in me, and I hesitated for a moment before entering the password. The phone unlocked, and I quickly navigated to his messages. As I scanned through, I saw only a few texts from Yeji, mostly her attempting to initiate plans while Jungkook’s responses were short and dismissive.

The relief that washed over me was palpable, but jealousy simmered just beneath the surface. I clicked the options button and, on impulse, I blocked her. Handing the phone back to him, I stated firmly, “I blocked her. No one better call you like that again, or else I will really not talk to you ever.”

Jungkook’s laughter was genuine, and it made my heart flutter. “You jealous?” he teased, a playful smirk dancing across his lips.

“Shut up,” I retorted, trying to sound annoyed, but the corners of my mouth betrayed me, threatening to lift into a smile.

As we entered the house, the familiar scent of home enveloped me. My heart raced, still throbbing with the emotions of the day. The kitchen was alive with warmth; my mom was cooking, humming to herself, while Hoseok leaned against the counter, a serious expression on his face.

“Y/N! You’re back!” My mom looked up and smiled, her face lighting up at the sight of me. “How was your day?”

“Y/N… I need to talk to you about something,” Hoseok said, his voice low and serious.

I felt my heart drop, an unsettling feeling creeping into my chest. “What’s going on, Hobi?” I asked, glancing nervously at Jungkook, who was watching the exchange closely.

He straightened, his eyes focused on me as he pulled out a folded piece of paper from his pocket. “I got a DNA test for me and your mom,” he said, taking a deep breath. “And… here.” He handed me the papers, his hands shaking slightly.

As I unfolded the document, my eyes widened at the bold letters: “100% related.” My mind raced as I struggled to comprehend the implications. “ No way…” I murmured, my breath catching in my throat.

“Mom… how?” I turned to my mother, searching her face for answers.

She looked distressed, her eyes darting between Hoseok and me. “I… I didn’t know how to tell you both. Y/N, you had a twin. The doctors said your twin died at birth. But apparently… your auntie...... took him,” she explained, her voice trembling.

The weight of her words settled over us like a heavy blanket. I felt as though the ground had shifted beneath my feet, and I could see the confusion and hurt reflected in Hoseok’s eyes. He had always been my best friend, my confidant, and now, the reality of our connection felt surreal.

“No way…” I whispered, my heart racing. I took a step towards Hoseok, wrapping my arms around him tightly. “Hobi, I’m so sorry… I can’t imagine how you feel.”

He stood stiffly for a moment, his body rigid with emotion, but then, slowly, he returned my embrace, the tension melting away slightly. “I always felt like there was something missing. I just never knew…” His voice broke, and I could feel the weight of his sorrow pressing down on us.

“Please forgive me, Hobi. I didn’t know,” my mom said softly, tears glistening in her eyes.

“Eommoni… it’s not your fault,” he replied, his voice filled with a mix of pain and understanding as he hugged her tightly. I could see the struggle on his face, torn between anger and love for the woman who had raised him.

After a long hour of trying to process everything—Hoseok’s feelings of betrayal and loss, my mom’s heartache, and the complicated dynamics of our newfound family—I finally excused myself to go upstairs with Jungkook. As we ascended the stairs, the air felt heavy with unresolved emotions.

“So, uh, you have a twin brother,” Jungkook muttered, glancing at me with a hint of sympathy. “No wonder you guys look so much alike.”

I nodded, trying to shake off the sadness. “I know… but I feel bad for Hoseok. Finding out that his deceased mom kidnapped him and took him away from his real mom is just… messed up.”

“Yeah, that’s really fucked up,” Jungkook agreed, running a hand through his hair, looking troubled. “I can’t believe he has to deal with that.”

Desperate to lighten the mood, I suggested, “Wanna watch a movie?” My heart ached for Hoseok, but I also longed for some normalcy, even if just for a little while.

“Yeah, sure,” he replied, offering me a reassuring smile

a/n : okay soo this was short but i'll make sure to make the next chapter even longer. actually in the demo or my drafts this chapter, jungkook and oc had make up sex but i wasn't sure if i should add it cuz yeah. anyway i feel bad for hoseoks character:( alsoo the next chapter will include text msgs. there is only 3-2 more chapters left until i end this fic. thank you all very much for taking your time to read my fics!

Yall im thinking about my fic ‘if i were you i’d do me’ and i think i need some of yalls opinion too. The story is going all over the place and idek anymore😭 i don’t know if i can stil continue it until part 8 but i will try my best for yall🙏🏻

Tho im afraid the next chapter won’t be out soon so im very sorry for making you guys wait😭

about ‘if I were you I’d do me’ fic if u don’t feel like continuing the story then u don’t have to, don’t force yourself to do something you don't want to but if u feel like continuing it I’ll be glad to read it and there r 3 chapters left so it’s as u wish !!

Ive decided yeah i wanna continue it but the next chapters won’t be any soon😭 since i already have ALOT of drabble or extras ideas but the problem is the story rn😭 I wasn’t satisfied with the 5th chapter. Hoseok suddenly becominv ocs twin brother was so out of pocket😭 this fic was actually just supposed to be full of porn and stuff but i think it’s becoming into an actuall story? But yeah im gonna need time to finish it😭

I really want to cuz i wanna make extrassss

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A/n : i was bored and wanted to make these cute social media stuff for them soo yeahh