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this was so cute but also heartbreaking at the same time. gosh the amount of times i screamed that i wanted them together is insane. def made my heart so happy when they finally were upfront with each other about their feelings. the perfect family so so cute i loved so much <33

i can’t wait to tell you, i told ya.

summary: Jeon Jungkook is a successful realtor with a big house, nice car, colorful dating life, and a spunky 7-year-old daughter to boot…he’s also your best friend who you used to be in love with. Of course, he was never made aware because you swear it’s all in the past…until it isn’t. But going on a cruise with Jungkook and his daughter whom you adore should be harmless. Absolutely nothing can go wrong…Right?

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader genre: fluff, angst, crack, idiots [i say that with luv for my characters] word count: 16.2k  rating: pg-13 tags/warnings: singledad!Jungkook, bestfriend!Reader, a child [Mai] is present throughout the entire story, implication of absent birth mother, serial dater JK, so much pining, pg cussing like three times, conversation about sleeping around/risking pregnancy, legal-aged drinking and getting drunk, hurtful words, heated argument, isolation, blurb about reader struggling to eat, Mai experiences anxiety [I promise she is okay]..kind of a tongue kiss, lots of cheesey…much fluff and angst all because muster JK wrecked me

credits: the picture of JK is from tearleaves blog [literally love their blog sm] I made the banner [I am not a graphics profesh smh]

Thank you to the realest one, @hyungieyoongi, for not only wanting to beta-read this insanity for me when I enlisted her for help but for hyping me up while doing it. Her editing gave this story clarity ;; I will only allow myself to be bias-wrecked by Yoongi if it’s coming from you :p

a/n: I have to make this disclaimer just due to the warnings above; the portrayal of Jungkook in this story is purely fictional and does not reflect who he is in real life nor do I claim to believe it does. Also, this story is not apart of my dad!bts series, it actually follows his summer scenario. GUYS. I wish I was kidding when I say that this story was simply created because I was under the influence of sowoozoo/muster JK. I am so beyond excited to share this cracked out fic with you, I truly hope you all enjoy it and just have fun reading it. Please drop a line to let me know what you think! It would mean the world honestly. ok les get it~

“You’re doing a great job, Jungkook,” you pat his tattooed arm.

Jungkook looks back at the drawing, giggling to himself. Caught in his stupor and the innocence of his daughter, he comes to, looking at you; “these last seven years would have gone a lot differently if we didn’t have you though.”

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the slow burn my gosh my heart was in pain but finally they got together !!! my heart so happy !! i loved this and the whole time gap title correlation ugh so so good <33

year 22 (m) — jjk

‘‘I knew you’d be standing in my front porch light, and I knew you’d come back to me.’‘ 

Pairing: childhoodfriend!jk x f!reader 

Genre/Tags: angst!!!, drama, a lil fluff, f2l, e2l-ish, pining, slow burn, smut

Rating: M +18

WC: 11.5k

Warnings: time jumps, underage drinking, jk being a douchebag for most of the fic, reader can’t catch a mf break, mention of character death ((no major one tho)). smut in the form of oral (f. receiving), fingering, nipple play, unprotected sex ((wrap it b4 u tap it y’all)), my being called pretty kink making a brief appearance soz

A/N: i listened to cardigan for the first time n had it on replay the whole time i wrote this so ig u should do it too ! this is my first time posting smut on here but who would i be if i didn’t throw in some good angst ? also tysm to @periminkle​ for being my unofficial beta reader n checking it up for me, she knows i’m constantly looking for her validation n i def wouldn’t post this if she didn’t love it ilu vira thx for being the best ever mwah !!! 

You’re five, cowering behind his mother’s legs, sniffing as tears stream down your face. In front of you both stands Jungkook, there’s remorse written all over his face as his mother stares him down with hands on her hips and a look that just screams that this is only the beginning of his punishment. 

‘’Apologize to Y/N right now Jungkook, or I’ll have your father have a word with you,’’ she threatens with a stern tone, making her son quickly shake his head no. ‘‘You need to learn how to share your toys.’’ 

You peek behind her lanky leg and find the slightly older kid looking at you with narrowed eyes, ‘‘I’m sorry, Y/N.’’ He apologizes with a bow, but he’s obviously displeased with the whole ordeal. 

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the most heartwarming read !! the simple gradual build up of their relationship and the time stamps. gosh my heart broke when they fought and confessed they were faking only to be mended when they finally talked to each other. the ending scene was so cute. one of my favs <33

it’s all fun & games

( ‘till somebody loses their mind )

summary: in which you and Jungkook attempt to fake a relationship for revenge and end up with a lot more than either of you expected. 

pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

genre: fake dating au | angst/fluff 

warnings: slow burn!!! this use to be a five-part story condensed into a one-part story.

word count: 23.3k 

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this jungkook has me going feral...usually don't read idol!aus not my type but with this black swan jungkook i just couldn't resist. he would so be this flirty and sensual... brain has no thoughts but this jungkook :) loved this <33

-You liked the way the sheer shirt hugged his skin.

PAIR: idol!jungkook x reader

GENRE: drabble

W.C: 724

WARNING: none, just them being horny teasing each other backstage lmao

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Getting ready to perform, you both were backstage with the boys and, staff.

"you look hot."

A finger slowly tracing up and down the middle of your boyfriend's chest you feel how the fabric touches your boyfriend's skin so well. Jungkook's hands holds your body with his arms around your waist, hooded eyes dominating his gaze.

"I like how this outfit looks on you, a good choice from the stylists" a sensual smirk draws your face, and he does it too biting his lips. Both of your hands touch his defined pectorals all the way up to his neck. Placing a soft kiss to his lips he pulls you closer to him. You know he has just a few minutes to perform but damn.. He looked like pure sin right now. You know It wasn't right, you both knew.

"Yeah? You like it that much?" He lowers his voice -mindful of the people around you- but it was always like this whenever you visited his work. The both of you in your little world.. it was like jungkook couldn't think of anyone else but you and Jungkook didn't even noticed. That was one of the reasons why you didn't visited him that often, also the reason why the boys teased him.

He firmly squeezes both sides of your waist. Goddamn it how much you love the way he touches you.

"mmh-huh" placing a quick lingering kiss to his neck, "I can see your whole body with it. You're so sexy baby. And all mine.." you pull your face away from him maintaining your eyes into him. "It makes me want to kiss your whole body.." He chuckles and does the same. "thank you so much baby." a pretty smile draws his face, eyes glistening while looking at you with so much love in him."I wish I could just do the same to you right now... and you know it." He was all head over heels for you but you weren't left behind.

Anyone that could take a glance from afar could tell how much in love you guys are.

In moments like this though..? You both always wanted to destroy each other and had this high sexual tension going on in between trying not to fuck each other and give the staff or the boys, THE show. So Yeah, it was hard to keep it together.

"are you staying at my place tonight right?" His face is close to yours, he's trying to calm down his crescent future boner.

You laugh, "of course baby"

A tiny moan scapes his lips but only you can hear it. purring to your ear, "so good baby. I want to fuck you so bad."

You feel how he giggles at your ear with his hot breath and a new wave of arousal pools into your underwear. "If you don't stop right now.." sensuous to him, your fingers meet the back of his hair trying not to go further and damage his hairstyle,

He pulls away from you, laughing. "ok.. ok angel" a pretty smile meets his face. "I get it"

"Jungkook we should get going now" Jimin approaches once he's done with his make up.

"Yeah.. let's go until both of you eat each other.. damn" yoongi says at the back.

"were you looking at them the whole time?" hoseok humorously says teasing him.

"no, but you don't really need to try hard to know these two are doing something tonight"

"YOONGI--" You playfully call him.

"what? Am I wrong?"

"PERFORM RECORDING ABOUT TO START" a staff yells

"Let's get going now, that shouldn't be in our business" namjoon says and they all follow him while playfully talking to each other.

"I think we should be more careful?" Jungkook says soothingly pulling away from you.

"Yeah.. A finger tracing his chest.. That says a lot of things y/n" seokjin says.

"HEY--" You yell at him playfully though, you thought their teasing was funny because you knew they were probably right. It was obvious. But you also couldn't resist him a viceversa.

You both shyly laugh it off. He gives you a tender kiss, "I'll get going now princess, if it gets too late just go to my place and I'll meet you there ok?"

"Ok baby.." You kiss him back. "Good luck! I'll be watching."

"I know you will~" he bites your lips and with that he's gone.

how cute :(

eloping with jk or nj because u guys are crazy in love and you spend your first night together in a motel

⇢ pairing: jungkook x reader

⇢ warnings: sexy sex with jaykay, running away

“Run away with me.”

He says it with so much ease, as if he were asking you if you wanted to grab a late bite for dinner, and you have to do a double take from where you’re seated next to him in the passenger seat of his car.

“What?” It comes out as a mere whisper, a bit shaky too. He looks at you with a calm smile, and he looks so absolutely sure of himself as he gazed at you like you’re the only thing that mattered. You were. You were the only thing that mattered to him. He was fully ready to drop everything and everyone and go anywhere with you, away from all the bullshit and suffering your love had to endure. He was done hiding around and making elaborate plans to see you, he wanted to take you somewhere far away and live freely with you.

“Let’s run away,” he says once again, turning in his seat to face you fully. “Come with me, __. I can’t be without you anymore.”

“Jungkook, this is—“

“I promise,” he cuts you off, leaning forward and cupping your face to bring you closer, nose brushing against his. He breathes out a heavy sigh and your eyes flutter a little bit when he gently grazes the tip of his nose against yours. It’s so intimate, so quiet, you want it to be this way forever. “I promise I’ll keep you happy.”

“I’m always happy when I’m with you, Jungkook,” you murmur, firmly grasping the hand that was holding your cheeks.

“Then come be with me,” he almost pleads, but he’s already got you convinced the second the first phrase left his lips, though that doesn’t stop him from desperately covering your lips with his to show you just how bad he needed this, needed you. You only pull away for a single second, breathing heavy and eyes alit with a bright light that he adored.

“Okay.”

You find yourself in a dingy motel room after hours of driving into the night. No clothes, absolutely nothing on you. Jungkook assures you not to think about anything at all, he assures you that you have everything you need. You have him. You always take Jungkook’s word for it because he never fails never, never breaks a promise and always fulfills his end of any deal. You don’t ask, you just follow him because he’s always got you. He’s pulled you out of the darkness many times before, and this time it feels like he won’t ever have to do it again because you’re gonna be with him for as long as life allows you to.

You’re both drunk on your love for each other, filled to the brim with passion and adrenaline the second the door clicks shut. Desperate, needy kisses that have your body searing with fire and desire. Rushed hands touch bodies and tug at clothing to reach any inch of skin available. Nothing can be heard except for the sounds of your heavy breathing and heavy kisses being exchanged.

“I love you,” he whispers it to you as he guides his cock inside of you, filling you to the brim with one swift roll of his hips. Those three words, the words that you’ve already heard from him countless times before, they somehow sound even more intense now and have your entire body tingling. Shaky hands grappling onto him, you rest your head back against the sheets as he looks down at you with hazy eyes.

“I love you, Jungkook,” you moan it back when he begins fucking you. His body works like a machine on top of you, sturdy and steady as every single muscle works to have you crying in pleasure. Nails dig into his tattooed arms and he hisses, goes faster to which you throw your head back and cry out weakly.

“Can’t believe it,” he groans, one hand reaching for your breasts and toying with your nipples. Your hips buckle up uncontrollably and his cock nudges deeper as a squeak slips past your bruised and swollen lips. “You’re finally mine.” Large palms dig into the sheets either side of your head before he picks up the pace and slams his hips down against yours. It sounds filthy, the sound of your bodies colliding. And it looks even filthier once you look down and watch the blurry sight of his cock piston in and out of your wet cunt.

“Yours,” you cry out, voice broken and moans chopped up. “I’m yours, Jungkook. Please—oh fuck!”

“Yeah?” He grunts. Shaky fingers dig into your hair and pin your gaze to his as he leans down to push his torso up against yours, breasts squished up against his firm chest. “Mine forever? Gonna let me fuck you like this everyday?”

“Yeah! Yes—oh god baby—“

“Shit, I love you so fucking much,” he grunts, smothering your lips with his, hot and heavy breaths mixing together as he continues to show you how happy he was that you’re here with him. And he’ll continue to show you every single day, in many other ways.

thighs thighs thighs namjoon's thiGHS

i’m GUESSING this is about namjoon

⇢ pairing: namjoon x reader

⇢ warnings: spanking, thigh riding, slight degradation

“Namjoon,” you gasp out breathlessly. “You have to stop wearing these god damn shorts around me—fuck-“ Your words trail off into a weak whine, to which he only chuckles darkly as he leans back against the back of the couch.

“Why?” He asks with an eyebrow raised up. His eyes hungrily trail down your frame. The strap of your loose tank slipped down your shoulder, the tiny shorts you’re wearing ridden all the way up your thighs. Pretty lips parted to let out the sweetest noises as you gasped for breath on top of him. Your hands, shaky and weak, rested right over his firm chest, fingers occasionally curling into the fabric of his shirt as you moved on top of him. “Looks like you’re enjoying it now, baby.”

You were. God, you fucking were. You felt like a horny teenager who was desperate for release, grinding onto anything that can walk and breathe. But fuck you just couldn’t help it. He was driving you insane. He was getting bigger and bigger by the day, like a ticking time bomb, and you had to sit back and watch, acting like you weren’t thinking about jumping his bones every single second. And then—then he started wearing those god damned shorts. The tight shirts were bad enough as it is. God, you even made it through the night when he was wearing his grey sweatpants once. But these shorts, legs and thighs on full display. You were practically foaming at the mouth every time he wore them around you and he knew. He obviously knew because he was looking at you now with that stupid smirk and his stupid pretty eyes and you were humping his leg like you’re a dog in heat.

“You’re just—ah—you…” you can’t speak. You can’t formulate. You’re not wearing any panties and your shorts are ruined, soaked right through at this point and he’s only sitting there. “J-joon!”

You grind down against him harshly, pathetically, thighs tensing around his as you attempt to get just the right angle. You watch him through heavy lids and he watches back, lips pursing every now and then, teeth biting into his bottom lip harshly. It takes another broken whimper from you to get him into action.

“God, look at you,” he practically growls. The deep baritone of his voice has you whining, paired with a harsh hand that snaps up to your hair and brings your body closer until you’re pressed up against him without an inch of space left. His lips brush against yours and you’re whining once again because the angle changed and his lips are so close to yours, but you can’t quite kiss him because his grip has got you pinned. “Grinding on me like this. Like a desperate little slut.”

“Joonie—hmph-“ words cut off with a rough kiss as a guttural groan escapes from his mouth and right into yours. Your body was weak in his hold, melting into him, but your hips wouldn’t stop moving. With a single movement, he’s got his thighs tensed beneath you, and the sensation of muscles rippling right beneath your cunt has you gasping into his mouth wantonly. Desperate hands dig into his hair. “You’re so hot—ngh fuck-“

“Yeah?” He grunts, teeth biting into your plush bottom lip and tugging not so gently. You’ve soaked his thigh, you’re sure of it, but he doesn’t care. Only releases the hold he has on your hair and places both large palms onto your ass to push you down further until squeezing his thigh so hard between your legs he wished it was his face down there at that moment. “Look at the mess you made—“ smack! “You’re so filthy.” Smack! “I’m gonna fucking ruin this pussy.” Smack! Smack!

“Jesus—fuckkkk Namjoon!”

“Cum, cum all over me so I can fuck you stupid baby,” he practically croons at you, encouraging you to lose yourself further on him so he can finally give you what you really want.

I had an idea to add to your fluff/thirst night?? What about Jungkook back hugging y/n, grabbing her boobies at the same time (bc it's a habit. She grabs him by his "muscular boobs" too lol) and feeling she's not wearing a bra. He would be shocked at first but immediately turned on lmao

Jungkook x Reader (f)

Word Count: 500+

Genre: Smut (Warning for nsfw content!)

Notes: This one is both hilarious and hot concept lmao. I hope I did it justice!

Hot Meal

Glancing up from the food you’re making for dinner, you see Jungkook walk through the entrance of your apartment covered head to toe in black. He waves at you as he kicks his shoes off, and you turn back to the food you've been making, calling out that you’re preparing a nice hot meal for him. You've been having a lazy day at home not really doing much but decided it would be a nice gesture to make your boyfriend some food after he had to work today.

You don't hear him make his way up behind you, not wanting to scare you but having other naughty thoughts in mind. He wraps his arms underneath yours before bringing his hands up to cup your breasts, cupping them gently before squeezing a bit harder. It’s a game you both play, grabbing at each other’s boobs in the comfort of your own home. You’d grope his pecs when he was least expecting it and in turn, he’d poke your boob in jest thinking it was the funniest shit in the world.

You both pause, but probably for completely different reasons. You had decided to forgo a bra earlier, thinking that you wouldn't really need one considering that you wouldn't be leaving the house today. A decision that made you comfortable but also a decision that Jungkook wasn't expecting.

Something that is expected though is the giggles that leave his lips, hand squeezing at your tits like a horn. You scoff and bat at his hands softly but he’s unwilling to let go. He rests his chin on your shoulder, hot breath fanning interior as he whispers to you.

“Didn't feel like wearing a bra today, huh?” You shake your head as you try to focus on this do, explaining to him that there really is no reason for you to be wearing one. He nods along, absentmindedly brushing his thumbs against your nipples as he does so. You bite your lip partially to try to avoid reacting to his ministrations, and partially because you’re afraid you’ll let out a moan.

“Can I see baby?” He turns you around and you comply, completely forgetting about the food that you were making beforehand. Pulling your shirt over your head, his hands are instantly back on your breasts, fondling them almost like a stress cushion. You can’t really blame him, you do the same exact thing with his chest when he allows it, using him as a pillow more often than not.

“As good as the food smells, I think I’d rather have something else to eat. Maybe I’ll even eat your cute little pussy after, hmm?” He’s hoisting you up onto the counter before you can think about it, wrapping his lips around your left nipple. You let out a yelp but thread your hands through his hair as his other hand flicks at your right nipple. Deciding that your food was a lost cause, you sit back and enjoy the sensation of his tongue against your warm skin. Once he’s zeroed in on your tits, there’s no turning back.

“This isn’t what I meant by hot meal Koo, but I guess it works…”

just read this. it's that's good. my new obsession. <333

A LOVER’S KISS ( index. )

a friends with benefits relationship never ends on a good note. unless, both parties are not dumb fucks who find themselves falling for each other along the way of their agreement, of course.

and in yours and jeongguk’s case, you should have known better than to think the two of you would be an exception to the so-called curse of being friends with benefits with someone you already hold dear to you, since not even five months since it was agreed upon—the line between being only friends and being a little like lovers only continue to get hazier and hazier.

pairing: jeongguk x reader

rating: 18+

content: smut | angst | fluff | friends with benefits au | idiots to lovers au | college au | yearning? pining? | ft. swimmer!jeongguk, editor-in-chief!reader (small appearances from swimmer!jimin & associate editor!taehyung)

gen. warning/s: swearing | mature themes | implicit / explicit sexual content

THE PARTS: ( 08 / 16. )

♡ EPISODE 01. the one with the rumor ! [nsfw.]

♡ EPISODE 02. the one with the mood booster ! [nsfw.]

♡ EPISODE 03. the one with ex-boyfriend !

♡ EPISODE 04. the one with the threat !

♡ EPISODE 05. the one with the double ambush !

♡ EPISODE 06. the one with the martyr !

♡ EPISODE 07. the one with the fever !

♡ EPISODE 08. the one with the end of an era ! [nsfw.]

THE PLAYLIST:

‣ just friends; audrey mika ‣ cool; dua lipa ‣ love the way; yugyeom (ft. jay park & punchnello) ‣ obvious; ariana grande ‣ lowkey; niki ‣ double take; dhruv ‣ cheating on you; charlie puth ‣ drive you home; jackson wang ‣ talk me down; troye sivan ‣ fool for you; zayn

ASKED ASSUMPTIONS:

how alk!jk looks at oc

oc highkey having a fat crush on jk 😩🤚🏼

the concept of alk!jk and tattoos !

ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ ASK TO BE INCLUDED IN THE TAGLIST !

this couple will be the death of me...their flirty banter and their "casual" situation ... ahahah we will see about that and how it progresses.. gosh the vibes are everything .. love love this <33

( 01. ) A LOVER’S KISS.

a friends with benefits relationship never ends on a good note. unless, both parties are not dumb fucks who find themselves falling for each other along the way of their agreement, of course.

and in yours and jeongguk’s case, you should have known better than to think the two of you would be an exception to the so-called curse of being friends with benefits with someone you already hold dear to you, since not even five months since it was agreed upon—the line between being only friends and being a little like lovers only continue to get hazier and hazier.

━ jeongguk x reader ━ 2.3k words. ━ 18+ ━ smut | angst | fluff | friends with benefits au | idiots to lovers au | college au | yearning? pining? | ft. swimmer!jeongguk, editor-in-chief!reader (small appearances from swimmer!jimin & associate editor!taehyung) ━ warning/s: swearing | mature themes | explicit sexual content | mention of oral (f. receiving) | semi-hard sex? lmao | penetrative + protected sex

[ chapter index. ]

EPISODE 01. the one with the rumor !

nobody was supposed to know or even suspect it for that matter, but maybe because of how yebin was jimin’s girlfriend and jimin was jeongguk’s best friend, she eventually managed to discover somewhere along the first month of you sleeping with jeongguk that you and him were indeed friends with benefits—a fact that you agreed not to tell any other soul besides yourselves for the sake of the situation not turning messy if ever in the future.

however, it seemed impossible for her not to discover it really (given the ‘sexual tension’, as she said, whenever you and jeongguk were hanging in the same space) and you reckoned it was bound to happen too sooner or later. you were just glad that you had the opportunity of talking about it with someone rather than denying the whole thing and possibly creating a bigger fuss. otherwise, without testimony from any other person except you and jeongguk, your brain wouldn’t be fully convinced that you were undoubtedly sleeping with one of the most attractive guys in the university.

“she said that?” you asked, sitting right next to her by the bleachers while jeongguk and jimin did their laps for today’s training, doing a bit of stretching since your back was starting to hurt from sitting here for so long.

“yeah. she said they slept together at the party last weekend.”

“huh.”

“she also claimed it happened in the restroom, and i think she even said something about doing it on the counter or what.”

you snorted. “did she at least say jeongguk was any good?”

yebin laughed at that one. “what? out of all the details you should be wondering about—that’s it?”

“i’m very curious about that detail, honestly. i’d want to learn how it is from another girl’s point of view.”

“that’s disgusting,” she joked, snickering with you, “but you know, your confidence tells me that you’re aware that she’s just saying bullshit about it, ____.”

“no, i don’t. jeongguk did attend that party jahee mentioned—i mean, i think he did.” you shrugged, your eyes flashing to the two boys who were now talking with their coach. “but he didn’t tell me anything about having sex with someone else.”

“if he did?”

“if they did have sex?”

“yep. would you be pissed?”

“maybe,” you admitted with a chuckle, “but only because he didn’t tell me about it when he should have. other than that, it’s no big issue.”

yebin scoffed in disbelief.

up until now, when it has been roughly almost four months since you and jeongguk have been fucking around, she still couldn’t grasp the concept of neither one of you catching feelings yet. even the mere fact of the both of you tolerating this kind of relationship when it was only casual sex and friendship and nothing more was astounding to her. you told her that it wasn’t that hard, to be honest—as long you and jeongguk keep on reminding yourselves that this set-up was really just casual sex and friendship and nothing more in every chance that things get slightly a bit out of hand.

plus, you never shared this info with her, but the main reason why you think this fuck buddy thing was going o well with jeongguk was because of this one rule you both tried to religiously follow: never kissing each other on the lips, whether you were having sex or not. you found it too intimate and jeongguk did too, so you made it clear from the beginning that any body part and any surface of your skin were allowed, but when it came to both of your mouths pressing against each other or indulging yourselves with the euphoric feeling that making out inevitably gave—that was a big no.

“i’ll catch you later.” yebin side hugged you as jimin and jeongguk slowly approached the bleachers, grinning as soon as she made eye contact with her boyfriend and literally running towards him for an embrace.

you chuckled and focused your eyes to jeongguk who was already looking at you, his hand reaching up his head to take off his swim cap, thus unintentionally (or intentionally) flexing some muscles in his arm and stomach, a sight that you didn’t hide enjoying as he walked closer and you managed to see little beads of water scattered all over his skin.

“hey,” he grinned, “you didn’t tell me you were coming.”

you slowly stood up, meeting him half-way, focusing your eyes now to his delighted expression. “sorry. i was having a bad morning so i thought i’d stop by.”

“what happened?”

“my professor was very critical about the draft of the term paper i let her review.”

“aw, poor baby,” he fake pouted, his sentence causing you to snort and laugh at the same time. “bet i can make your day better then. should we go to my place?”

“i was hoping you’d say that.”

jeongguk chuckled. “alright, i’ll just get dressed first and then we’ll get going,” he said, petting your hair quite affectionately before jogging to the shower area where he was going to clean up and change.

in about an hour, jeongguk has you pinned down on his bed, thrusting his dick in and out of your cunt with his head buried in the space beside your neck. he already ate you out and made you come twice 11 minutes earlier, didn’t tease or denied you of anything since you did mention you were having a bad day, and finally grabbed the familiar foiled packet from his bedside table and rolled the condom on his shaft, spreading your thighs and aligning the cockhead to your soaking entrance.

“fuck, guk—” you held onto his shoulders, moaning and breathing harshly.

“feels good, baby?” he whispered, teeth nibbling your earlobe.

you nodded. “so so good.”

he leaned back, heaving as well, and began urging you to turn around. “let me see that pretty ass.”

with shaking legs, you do as he said, automatically getting a pillow to put under your stomach while jeongguk pressed wet kisses along the curve of your ass. he toyed with your pussy from there, fingering it for a few seconds, causing you to squirm and gasp—until you felt him push his manhood back inside it again, starting off with the same fast pace he left on earlier.

you whined, your eyes closing and your hands forming in fists against his sheets. jeongguk grabbed your hips and slammed onto you deliciously, the sound of your skin loudly slapping against each other resonating inside his studio apartment, accompanied with his grunts and curses, bringing no use to the television that was playing this instant to hopefully lessen the noise a little because of the thin walls. he didn’t hate the idea of his neighbors hearing the both of you fuck and get on it for as long as you liked—though you, on the other hand, you weren’t that fond of the thought, especially when you took account of the nice old lady that lived downstairs.

“i’m going to come,” you almost shouted, the pit of your stomach knotting.

jeongguk bent down and grabbed one of your breasts, squeezing it. “yeah?”

“ye—yes.”

he exhaled, the hand on your chest moving down to your clit. he toyed with it, rubbed it in circles, and with his lips, he sensually kissed your back, just along the outline of your spine, as if he wasn’t mercilessly drilling your cunt for him to act this lovingly all of the sudden. “come for me then, good girl,” he whispered, his own orgasm a few pushes away.

as easy as that the coil snapped, your pussy pulsating around him for the third time that afternoon and jeongguk, driven by its heavenly sensation, came right after you, moaning and fucking you harder for those last seconds, eventually resorting to hard deep thrusts by the end before he pulled out, panting, removing the condom from his shaft, tying it, and throwing it in the near trash can.

he tiredly joined you while you settled down on his bed properly, your chest moving up and down in exhilaration. you could still feel your insides squirming, your whole body burning still, the spot between your legs wet and seemingly dirty. catching his eye when you glanced at his direction, you grinned, a gesture that he immediately reciprocated.

jeongguk outstretched an arm, his fingers fondling with the top of your head. “better?”

you leaned towards him and pressed a long kiss on his cheek, his previous arm landing on your waist to caress it. “100%. thank you.”

“anything for you.” he smirked, letting your lips linger on his skin for one more kiss until he decided to stand up to turn the television off and get something to drink.

while he did, you watched and admired him do so, jeongguk completely nude as he walked to his fridge and got a water bottle. you’ve grown accustomed to his naked body these last months for you to shy away from staring at him like this, yet at the same time, you never got over it as well, always still in awe whenever you got a glimpse of his proportioned and well-toned build. you knew that hundreds of people probably already got a chance to see what you were seeing at this moment due to him being part of the varsity swim team—but that didn’t mean they had the same privileges as you who could touch him and enjoy him at any instance you preferred.

it made you smile and be reminded of the conversation you had earlier too.

“guk, can i ask you something?” you began when he handed you the water bottle, jeongguk searching for his discarded underwear afterwards that no doubt were among the clothes scattered on the floor.

“shoot.”

“it’s stupid but, uh, you’d… you’d tell me, right? if you—i don’t know—wanted to fuck someone else?”

he stopped crouching down to snap his eyes at you. “what?”

“yebin told me something,” you said, taking a quick sip and closing the bottle again, the water barely sufficing your thirst but you were too preoccupied with the topic onhand to be bothered, “she said that jahee’s been talking around, telling everyone you and her hooked up at the party last saturday.”

“really?” he looked as curious as you did with yebin that it made you chuckle, your uncalled worries subsiding. “might be some kind of hot dream of hers then.”

you snorted. “so, you didn’t sleep with her?”

“no. why would i?”

“because she’s hot. and i’m pretty sure she’s been crushing on you for over a year.”

he grinned, your bra being picked up on the floor and thrown towards your way. you caught it with a playful glare, jeongguk picking up your panties then that you scowled at, more so when he threw that as well. “i think you’re hotter.”

the panties fell right by your feet. you glanced at it and returned your focus to jeongguk.

“besides,” he added; he marched to his drawer to get a clean pair of shorts, “why would i fuck her if i could fuck you?”

you ignored the way his words affected the beat of your heart which was still thumping rapidly inside your chest from the events that just occurred. “because she’s hot,” you repeated jokingly, jeongguk rolling his eyes.

“and i just said i think you’re hotter.”

“so, is that your standard then? you fuck whoever is the hottest?”

“yep.” he played along with a bite on his lip at first, finishing wearing the basketball shorts he chose, the waistband hanging low. after doing that, he approached you next, tilting your chin up and grinning. “wait, actually, you know what? it’s more like i fuck who i like, ____.”

you squinted your eyes at him at the sarcasm. “i do too.”

“you do? that’s flattering,” he teased and ducked down.

you unconsciously closed your eyes, waiting for something you knew would never arrive, the press of his lips below your jaw making you sigh in content, soft kisses being littered up to your temple. “but in case—like in the future, you go sleep with someone else—”

“i’d tell you about it,” he assured you, pulling back, “even before i do it even, i promise.”

you took a deep breath, nodding. “okay.”

“okay. is that all?”

“pretty much.”

jeongguk snickered, kissing your jaw again after you finished speaking, playful and hard enough to cause you to fall back on the mattress with a groan as he grabbed his phone from the pants he was wearing a while back. “in that case, i’m going to order pizza. you gonna stay to eat it with me?”

“yep. i’ll pay half the amount. get the pizza with only cheese on it.”

“i will—and you don’t need to chip in though. it’ll be my treat.”

“for real?”

“for real.”

“wow.” you grinned at him. “keep that up and i might just give you the best suck of your life before i leave.”

he laughed out loud, dialing the number of the pizza place you both usually ordered in at the same time you finally had the strength to stand up from the bed and get dressed, the shitty day certainly turning into a good one now that you can say you’ve been ‘satiated’.

sometimes you felt guilty to always turn to jeongguk whenever things turned particularly sour, however he did the same to you too, and you’re aware that this was what you agreed on right from the beginning to even think of this as close to wrong. it seemed that no matter how you convinced yebin or yourself that this friends with benefits relationship with jeongguk was working fine and had no complications—deep down it did, and maybe it was you who only noticed it because it was also you who was secretly starting to mess your shit up.

“____,” jeongguk called your name and you spun around, zipping your pants close, “pepsi or coke?”

“coke.”

“got it, babe.”

you smiled.

note. first installment to this drabble collection! i hope you got a feel of their dynamic so far for the future parts? hehe,,, as i've said, this won't be like a series where the story builds up with every new chapter, but more like just excerpts from jk and oc's life ! (their relationship might still build up though? lmao just not heavily i guess than the usual)

so i'm just AHHHHH loving this self-indulgent drabbles of mine already shdjsjdkshdks (also, updates may be really sporadic depending on my mood,, just getting it out there too to set expectations low 🤧)

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this exudes couple behavior no one can change my mind. my heart is breaking THEY ARE SO SO CUTE GAHH

( 02. ) A LOVER’S KISS.

a friends with benefits relationship never ends on a good note. unless, both parties are not dumb fucks who find themselves falling for each other along the way of their agreement, of course.

and in yours and jeongguk’s case, you should have known better than to think the two of you would be an exception to the so-called curse of being friends with benefits with someone you already hold dear to you, since not even five months since it was agreed upon—the line between being only friends and being a little like lovers only continue to get hazier and hazier.

━ jeongguk x reader ━ 3.3k words. ━ 18+ ━ smut | angst | fluff | friends with benefits au | idiots to lovers au | college au | yearning? pining? | ft. swimmer!jeongguk, editor-in-chief!reader (small appearances from swimmer!jimin & associate editor!taehyung) ━ warning/s: swearing | mature themes | explicit sexual content | one moment of being called ‘cockslut’ lmao | blowjob | female masturbation | finger sucking | breast fondling + sucking | riding | penetrative + protected sex

[ chapter index. ]

EPISODE 02. the one with the mood booster !

jeongguk welcomed you to his apartment.

no, to be precise—jeongguk just opened his door wide when you knocked, his expression gloomy and his gaze already set on you. you could tell that he was not in the mood for any games or light bantering, and that the reason for that was because of the result of the match he participated in earlier and the fact that you didn’t go to support him despite agreeing prior that you would.

“i finished third,” he said with a dry tone, controlling his annoyance as your mouth twitched and you walked forward, going to one of the kitchen tables to place your bag there while he closed the door. “and i didn’t see you there. the whole gang was present—but you weren’t.”

“i needed to talk with my layout team, finalizing the appearance of the upcoming issue. i didn’t want to postpone it because long exams are going to be done next week,” you reasoned. “plus, i already told you all of that through the group chat last night and i sent you a private message one too, you just didn’t reply.”

“yeah, i know. maybe me not replying meant i wasn’t happy about it, ____.”

you blocked his way just as he was trudging back to his bed, your arms encircling around his torso and your chin pressing against his chest. he was supposed to ignore that—because he was trying to be angry and make a point that he wasn’t as weak as you reckoned him to be—but as he took his next breath, inhaling and getting a whiff of the air, the perfume you wore that you knew he liked entered his nostrils and he looked down, raising an eyebrow.

it was the expensive one, gifted by your mother as a christmas present when she discovered your liking for scents that smelled like the said perfume, an indescribable faint musky and leathery yet comforting fragrance that jeongguk never reckoned he would ever like until he smelled it on you. since it was on the pricey side, you only sprayed it on your body on special occasions and on events you just wanted to impress someone—which brought jeongguk to stare at you in suspicion at the reminder of the latter reason.

“you’re wearing it.”

you smiled. “wearing what?”

he took another deep inhale, indulging himself with the aroma, even leaning right next to your ear to smell it from there. “you smell good,” he said and you chuckled, playing with the hem of his shirt from behind. “is this… is this supposed to be an apology?”

“it can be. depends on whether you’ll let me apologize.”

jeongguk couldn’t help but smirk. “well, what do you plan on doing to apologize?”

“i’m not sure. does a massage sound good?”

jeongguk felt your palms move down to his ass and his smirk transformed into a grin, rolling his eyes before he took them off and he continued to go to his bed—much to your disappointment, may you add, since you were pretty sure he was going to melt right there if you went for his bum. he never admitted it out loud, but you were almost positive that he had a thing for his partner touching his ass and him touching their ass too.

“guk,” you almost whined and he laughed halfheartedly, “you’re not seriously mad, are you?”

“i am. a little.”

“because i didn’t go?”

“because you promised you’d go and yet you didn’t.”

“but i already set expectations low and told you yesterday that i suddenly can’t.” you took a seat at the edge of his mattress, watching him position himself into a more comfortable one at his side of the bed. “i wouldn’t have bailed if it wasn’t an emergency.”

jeongguk huffed, back leaning on the headboard.

he was staring at you now, the scent of your perfume still lingering in the air, his eyes trailing down from your face to your neck—right to the tight top you had on and the skirt you were also sporting. that was another thing that made him worked up than usual; you rarely wore skirts or dresses, not because you didn’t like them or anything (in fact you confessed to him once that you think you looked the prettiest in them, a declaration he agreed on), but because it was such a hassle for you who was always running around the campus, going to your classes and fulfilling your duty as the editor-in-chief of the official university publication, you just didn’t bother as often as you preferred.

“come here,” he said and you smiled, immediately crawling towards him and gauging his reaction as you straddled his waist. getting no opposing response, you did as you hoped with a larger smile, dragging yourself as close as possible.

“you’ll let me make it up to you?” you asked, hands holding onto his shoulders.

“i’m too tired to fuck, just so you know.”

you snickered, looking at jeongguk grin again in amusement because of how you took in his words, his own palms planting themselves on your waist. “don’t worry, i can do all the work. it can be both my peace offering and your mood booster.”

“mood booster?”

“yeah, for things not going the way you wanted,” you said before kissing his throat, jeongguk sighing, his arms embracing your whole waist and pulling you even closer to his body.

he didn’t know when he started considering it as true—but he thinks that ever since you and him fucked the night before one of his matches and you cheered for him the day it was held after, jeongguk began identifying you as one of his lucky charms (along with his coach spilling water behind his head for good luck, that is). of course, he’d never say that out loud though, for you’d call him out or reckon it was only bluff due to him almost always winning his matches even when you weren’t his fuck buddy or your presence wasn’t even in the arena. however, jeongguk just couldn’t persuade himself to think otherwise when his wins would always be guaranteed if you at least attended his tournaments and he’d do the mandatory wink towards you right as he wore his swimming goggles, your face the first one he’d be looking for after checking the scoreboard.

“shirt off, babe.” you lifted the hem of his shirt and jeongguk complied, staring at you languidly kissing down his chest after, his breathing becoming uneven as you placed open mouthed kisses along his pecs, your lips capturing a nipple before you began palming him above his boxer shorts.

jeongguk caressed your hair in approval, feeling your tongue glide around the bud and moving to its twin, the tip of the muscle toying with it, teeth playfully gnashing it, and you eventually slid down lower once he was half hard to tug his shorts off. he raised his ass and you took off his bottoms completely, soon getting in a good position between his legs and sucking his balls, a hand moving up and down his shaft.

“why didn’t you tie your hair?” he asked nonchalantly with a grunt like you haven’t started giving him a blowjob, moaning silently when you started taking him whole.

you looked up. “you like me better like this, don’t you?”

“i do.” he reached forward and gathered all of your hair, cursing under his breath at the same time you thickly spat on his dick for more lubrication, jerking him off and pleased to see his length hardening with each second that passed. “you always look so pretty with my cock inside your mouth. my pretty little cockslut.”

you moaned. you moved your lips all over his shaft and sucked him totally again, the tip of his hardening manhood hitting your throat. you allowed him to stay there, gagging on him for a few seconds, something that caused jeongguk to groan and keep you there longer than you planned but still you didn’t complain, only waiting until he was satisfied and it was him who was hauling your head back. seeing saliva drool down your mouth, he cursed, bringing his dick past your lips once more where you welcomed him and bobbed your head in a consistent manner.

“god, ____,” he gritted his teeth, “you’re going to make me nut fast.”

you pulled away, gasping, and catching your breath. “would you want to nut fast?”

he shook his head. “i want to come with your pussy milking it.”

“right now?” your pussy clenched around nothing, your insides squirming.

he licked his lips, thinking about it. “are you wet enough?”

“i, uh, i think i’m wet enough.”

“fuck, that’s kind of insulting, baby.” jeongguk chuckled, watching you return to your ministrations. “you should be dripping just by sucking me off.”

you rolled your eyes and paused for the fourth time. “it literally only has been 10 minutes, guk. you know it takes time for me sometimes.”

“it doesn’t when i eat you out. or when i’m touching you.”

“yeah, as tempting as either of those is—” you gradually perched half of your body up— “i promised to do all the work. so, why don’t you just get my fingers wet and i’ll get myself ready for you, hm?”

“that big, huh?”

you laughed and shoved your fingers in his mouth, jeongguk chuckling but nonetheless following.

he coated them with his dribble while you let go of his dick for a quick second to take your panties off—which was much harder than you thought it was when you were only using one hand and balancing yourself to not fall sideways at the same time—that jeongguk had to interfere to assist you and laugh with you along the way. it was a good thing that it wasn’t long before it was a success and you were completely bare below except for the skirt you still had on, your wet fingers ultimately rubbing your entrance and spreading your own slick and jeongguk’s saliva before pummeling them inside.

you moaned against his dick that you went back to sucking, slowly fingering yourself as you did so. he praised you in whispers while you dipped your head up and down, jeongguk trying to sneak a peek at you touching yourself but the material of your skirt got in the way for him to be able to do that. he only relied on the image of your arm moving tucked between your legs, your mouth taking his whole cock, gagging loudly, gasping every instance you let go, and diving right down with no desire to stop.

“holy shit,” he heaved, guiding your head now, “so fucking good—you’re so fucking good to me, babe.”

tears were forming around your eyes, your cunt getting wetter with each thrust of your fingers and fondle with your clit. deciding that you were ready after the sensation of a building orgasm hits you in the bottom of your stomach, you pulled back and asked jeongguk to get a condom, in which he was fast to grab, unwrapping it himself and putting it on his cock while you sat up and inched towards him. you straddled his waist, spat in your palm, ran it along his shaft, and at last sunk down on his dick, mewling at the burning sensation it gave.

you flickered your gaze to jeongguk to catch him drawing your skirt up, staring at how your pussy inch by inch swallowed him whole. “so fucking sexy,” he muttered, gesturing for you to move once you were settled, “you’ll ride me until i come?”

you nodded, latching your hands on his shoulders to support yourself as you began to rock your hips. he took your other hand that you used to touch yourself and sucked it like earlier, moaning lowly, eyes barely opened. you think he looked absolutely hot, absolutely lost in what you were doing to him and what he was doing to you, an absolute sex god for all you know. you leaned forward then, kissing his throat, careful not to leave any lovebites despite wanting to as that was another rule in this agreement of yours—no hickeys in any part of the body—and whined, your grip tightening.

the mattress was beginning to creak, your noises only being louder the more you quickened your pace, and it was only then that you realized you didn’t turn the television on like you should have, therefore filling the room with only your sinful moans and grunts because of the act you two were committing.

jeongguk pushed you off from his neck gently and set your hand back on where you put it, concentrating on other matters and dragging the hem of your top upwards, hastily taking them off of you before hauling your bra down your breast, squeezing both of them together harshly that caused you to cry in pleasure, more so as he placed openmouthed kisses on them, your nipples pebbling against his touch.

“baby,” you moaned, your fingers running through his hair, “i’m supposed—you’re not supposed to do anything.”

jeongguk dared to chuckle. “you think i don’t enjoy sucking your tits?”

“fuck,” you rutted towards him faster, “i can’t hold it for long.”

he didn’t answer immediately, indeed enjoying sucking your tits, moaning against them and engulfing them with such delight it was turning you on further. you told him in the past that you liked it when your partner was verbal in sex, and in the next instance you both slept together, jeongguk made sure to be verbal like you said, making sure that he was sending a clear message that he was so into fucking you as well and that you were making him feel so good.

for what seemed like forever, jeongguk finally released the bud as he felt your pussy clenching, drawing a low snarl from him. “close?”

you mewled. “so close.”

“should i take over?”

“no, no, no,” you whimpered, “let me do it, babe.”

you asked him to lie down completely and he slid lower on the bed, holding your hips as he did. you clutched down on his chest and bounced on his cock; you threw your head back, a chant of ‘oh my god’ escaping your mouth, your tits jumping with you, and jeongguk gazed at you in amazement before grabbing your ass from behind, slapping them and conjuring another loud moan from you.

“just like that, babe—fuck—i fucking love that tight pussy,” he said, slow and heavy breaths coming from him.

you fell forward to change the angle a bit and without warning, jeongguk immediately propped his feet up, not stopping himself in his desire to fuck you himself and thrust his cock despite saying he was too tired to fuck a few minutes ago. he pulled your ass cheeks, his thighs slapping wildly with yours, and you cried out in pleasure, kissing his throat and murmuring his name over and over again against his ear.

“play with your clit,” he ordered and you reached for your bundle of nerves, moving your fingers rapidly from side to side as he rammed into you senseless—and with an abrupt high pitched moan, your walls convulsing and patches of white blurring your vision, you came all over his cock, milking him like requested. “fucking hell, ____,” jeongguk growled, drilling you in a rougher manner while you clenched tighter around him, chasing his own high.

thankfully he wasn’t that far off behind you, because you were getting overstimulated by the harsh pummels of his cock and everything was starting to hurt, though not saying a word and waiting until jeongguk came as well, you sighed when he finally blew his load in the condom inside you, taking the measure of pulling out quickly regardless but keeping you on top of him still, his head dropping backwards on his pillow in exhaustion.

you pant, the rapid beat of your pulse felt in your temples, and jeongguk caressed your head affectionately, kissing your head until he tiredly rolled you to his side, weakly taking off the rubber and throwing it to the bin.

after a few seconds of silence, you had the nerve to tease, your harsh breathing accompanied with his loud ones heard within the apartment. “you weren’t supposed to take over,”

he glanced at you. “you were being too slow.”

“hey,” you scoffed, hitting his chest. “i was really fucking trying, okay?”

“i know, i was kidding, babe.” he laughed, pushing an elbow up a bit to look down at you from where he was. “i appreciate the effort. you always give me a good time, anyways.” he flicked away the loose strands of hair from your face and kissed your cheek tenderly again.

you smiled. “now that’s nicer to hear.”

he hummed, three more lazy kisses before he pulled his head back. “but now you’ve really worn me out.”

“is that supposed to be my fault?”

“yep.”

“oh, i’m sorry,” you sarcastically apologized.

jeongguk grinned and continued gazing at you with that dangerous expression on his features. it was dangerous because it always gave you a completely different message, a different kind of vibe, an expression that you thought should only be reserved for people you genuinely liked or loved. you never attempted to call him out for it however, despite how slightly wrong it felt, afraid that when you do, he’d stop doing it and the chance to see it again would be impossible from the moment you point it out.

“you know,” you kicked off all of the sudden, jeongguk raising his eyebrows in question, “i did see you swim today. taehyung filmed a video of it and sent it to the gc.”

“so, you saw me lose then?”

“you weren’t that bad, guk.” you rolled your eyes at his annoying answer. “you were amazing as usual. fast, agile, any adjective there is to describe a wonderful swimmer. your opponents were just… a few milliseconds ahead of you.”

he sighed and flopped back down on the bed. “two of them were exactly. i’m just glad i get to compete in the next round. i should have done better. coach was really mad at me, telling me that i was slacking and that's why i finished late.”

“you can do better for the next tournament.”

“yeah, but it would have been nice to do well on this one first.” jeongguk yawned, turning to you again. “you really should have gone there yourself. maybe i would have won if you did.” he was surprised to admit that now openly, but it seemed like the right thing to say in this kind of conversation.

as expected, you laughed at him. “bullshit.”

he joined you in your laughter, ears getting red but you didn’t notice it because of the dark lighting of the room. “okay. can you at least pretend that it does so i’d feel more confident if you were there?”

“but i don’t know if i’ll always be there.”

“then promise me you will be,” he said as soon as you finished talking. “starting from now on, promise me you’ll attend my matches all the time because you know it can help me win.”

you narrowed your eyes at him. “that’s stupid, guk.”

“mind over matter. if you’re there—it’ll convince me that i’ll win that day which will lead me to unconsciously do my best and in fact win.”

“you always do your best.”

“i’ll do my bestest with you there.”

you laughed once more, gazing at him. “sure, okay, whatever, i promise. i’ll try attending your tournaments every time if it makes you feel better about it.”

“great.” he grinned.

the both of you returned your focus on the ceiling above, your hearts unknowingly slowing down at the same rate. you were blinking confusingly at the roof while jeongguk remained grinning, the tip of his pinky going over to your laid hand between you two, the pad of the mentioned finger rubbing along the surface of your hand.

with a close of his tired eyes, he reached for it further and intertwined it with his.

note. i love them :( and i can’t wait for you guys to see them progress with me !! oh and also, just wanted to give an idea of what kind of jk we’re getting here—for this drabble series, we’re getting the jk before he got the tattoos bECAUSE I WANT YALL TO THINK OF THAT VIDEO JK POSTED WAY BACK OF HIM SWIMMING IN THE HOTEL POOL AND GIVING US THAT HOT VIEW OF HIS BACK WHEN YOU READ THIS DRABBLE SERIES !!!!!!

i’d put a link here of the vid in case you don’t know what i’m screaming about but i’m afraid that my tags won’t work for this post so ahdkabdka i hope you know what i mean

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they are so in love i can't GAHH SO ENDEARING obsessed with them is an understatement!!

( 03. ) A LOVER’S KISS.

a friends with benefits relationship never ends on a good note. unless, both parties are not dumb fucks who find themselves falling for each other along the way of their agreement, of course.

and in yours and jeongguk’s case, you should have known better than to think the two of you would be an exception to the so-called curse of being friends with benefits with someone you already hold dear to you, since not even five months since it was agreed upon—the line between being only friends and being a little like lovers only continue to get hazier and hazier.

━ jeongguk x reader ━ 2.9k words. ━ 18+ ━ smut | angst | fluff | friends with benefits au | idiots to lovers au | college au | yearning? pining? | ft. swimmer!jeongguk, editor-in-chief!reader (small appearances from swimmer!jimin & associate editor!taehyung) ━ warning/s: swearing | suggestive themes

note. no smut for this part, but i’m keeping the rating 18+ and have the smut label above since this drabble series overall isn’t suitable for minors !!

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EPISODE 03. the one with ex-boyfriend !

“i think we should eat somewhere else.”

jeongguk, who was scrolling through his phone when you said that, looked back at you yet didn’t stop walking towards the counter of the fast food restaurant you just entered in, causing you to hurriedly go to his side and make a poor attempt at using his bigger frame as cover. “what the hell are you doing, ____?” he asked, chuckling.

“can we please eat somewhere else?” you asked again, tugging his arm now.

“we can’t do that. the others already know that we’re going to meet up here.”

by others, he meant the other friends you were scheduled to catch up with upon the midterm exams concluding approximately two hours ago. they were only going to be three—goeun, taehyung, and haru—the same people who became the reason why you and jeongguk were acquainted with each other in the first place.

it happened in the second semester of freshman year after taehyung, serving as the photographer that time in the official campus publication, introduced you to jeongguk, one of his high school friends. you were only a features writer back then, while haru and goeun, on the other hand—haru was a sports writer and goeun was a friend of yours in a gen-ed class who happened to be a high school friend of taehyung too, already part of the friend group thing going on with jeongguk until they started including you in their plans after school that inevitably granted you the fifth spot in the gang as well.

you were initially only close to haru and taehyung, given the fact that you were in the same organization as they were; then you spent more time with goeun since you two were the girls and had the most classes together then too. and when it came to jeongguk? well, as funny as it sounded, you and him only got really close last year.

there was always a hidden barrier between you and him before, a barrier that typically made being alone with him kind of awkward, the type that made small talk insufferable and ‘forced’, your insides legitimately cringing with every attempt of a conversation you did with jeongguk at the beginning. though if you were in a group setting and obviously with the other three—it was entirely different, as some might even guess you and jeongguk were the closest of the bunch if they saw your crew from a distance laughing and sharing jokes with each other.

that wasn’t entirely untrue now, of course. jeongguk was undeniably the one you have been closest to for the last few months, prior to the both of you fooling around between the sheets.

from what you could recall, it was something about accompanying him to his uncle’s newly built restaurant and helping them put things together that made being with jeongguk not as tricky as it used to be and led to the exact relationship you have with him at this moment as you both spoke.

“someone i know is here,” you said.

his eyes perked. “you’ve got to be more specific on that. we’re like a few walks away from the university.”

“it’s someone from my past.”

“your past?” he snickered at the use of the word. “an ex-boyfriend, i’m guessing?”

“yeah, you’re right about that.”

“really? holy shit, where?” jeongguk appeared like he was enjoying your possible future humiliation, whipping his head around the area that caused you to tug on his arm again in annoyance.

“can you be any more suspicious? i already think he saw us walk inside—no need to look like a fucking owl.”

“but i want to check something.”

“what the fuck do you want to check?”

“i want see if i’m hotter than him.”

you paused, blinking at him, a gesture that he wasn’t able to see for he was still so busy gawking around the place. “for what? it’s not like you’re my boyfriend for you to compete about it,” you quietly muttered.

jeongguk seemed unfazed by the comment. “still. it’s for my ego.”

you snorted. “and what if he turns out to be hotter than you?”

“that’s impossible. no one’s hotter than me.”

“oh, i can actually name a few guys who are hotter than you, i’m sure.”

jeongguk flashed his attention to you. “so what? they’re not the ones fucking you every other night, are they?”

you punched him hard on the arm, jeongguk yelping overdramatically in surprise that caused a certain someone to bring their attention to the both of you. when you dared to let your eyes drift over to the spot where you saw your ex-boyfriend, you catch him for sure gazing at you now, squinting his eyes a bit to confirm that it was you who he was seeing and not someone who just looked a lot like you; the realization that you were making eye contact with him made you immediately turn forward and move backward to once more hide yourself beside jeongguk.

“fuck, i think he’s looking at me,” you said and your companion stupidly spinned his head around the restaurant again in search for the guy who seemed curious enough while looking at the both of you.

jeongguk grinned, getting a good look at the stranger, a part of him rejoicing. “yeah, i’m definitely hotter than the dude.” he then suddenly brought an arm around your shoulder and dragged you with him towards the counter as planned, lining up behind a father and his toddler son.

you took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. “is he still looking?”

“he’s stealing glances.”

“fuck.”

“do you hate this ex so much for you to act this way?” he amusingly asked.

“no,” you hissed, cheeks burning at the thought of why you were acting this way precisely, something that jeongguk definitely noticed and heightened his interest on the possibly reason why, “it’s just that—well, that ex, he… he kind of—uh, when we were together—”

“—when you were together…” he trailed, anticipating it, “what? go on.”

you glared at him, glancing in front of you to see the father taking a step forward with his son, the next in line to order currently. “you know what? i change my mind. i’m so not going to tell you now.”

he widened his eyes at you in disbelief. “come on!”

“you’re never going to let me hear the end of it if i do.”

“that’s stupid, ____. you don’t honestly think i’m that much of a bully when it comes to you, right?”

“i do, to be honest.”

jeongguk laughed at how fast you answered that, his grip on your shoulder tightening a bit. “just tell me, and i promise i won’t react badly.”

“you say that but i know you’re gonna—”

“you have my word, babe. you won’t hear any teasing from me.”

the dumb endearment and your equally dumb and weak heart was the reason you caved in. it maybe had to do something with his adorable wide smile too and the proximity of your bodies.

so, with a deep breath, you slowly formed your words again and recited them out loud with a cautious look at him, hoping that he wouldn’t be an ass after you do. “he… that ex over there,” you began and jeongguk encouraging nodded at you, “okay, we were in high school back then and you know how it is in high school—you get to discover a lot of things about yourself—”

“—we do—”

“—and when it came to his case—” you continued, clearing your throat— “when he started dating me specifically—he… he, um, uh, he realized he was… sort of, maybe… maybe, kind of, not interested in, uh, girls like he thought.”

“meaning—”

“yes.”

jeongguk was preventing the smirk creeping on his lips to be displayed. you get a glimpse of it though, no matter how hard he tried to get rid of it, fueling your irritation.

“i’m never going to trust you with anything again, jeongguk.”

he laughed finally, unconsciously pulling you closer to him with the arm still on your shoulders, bringing you to a impromptu hug because of how he found you adorable with your annoyed guise. “were you that unattractive in high school?”

you groaned. “ugh, shut the fuck up, this is literally why i didn’t—”

“when you come to think of it, i haven’t seen many pictures of you before we met. maybe i should go to your facebook and—”

“jeongguk, really,” you whined and he started laughing harder, tucking his lips now for he was drawing attention to the both of you, and if anyone saw you two at this moment in this rather lovey-dovey position, they might get the wrong idea. “i’m serious when i say that it used to make me very insecure about myself—so stop being a dick and teasing me about it, okay?” you muffled on his shirt, your face right against his chest thanks still to the fond embrace.

“okay, okay, i get it, i’m sorry, i’ll shut up about it.” jeongguk chuckled, stroking your hair downwards.

you huffed.

he grinned and glanced down at you. “if it makes you feel better, i don’t think i’ll ever lose interest in girls because of you.”

you rolled your eyes. “geeze, that warms my heart so much.”

he chuckled again and leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear because what he wanted to say next was something only you were meant to take in, “you should give yourself more credit for making my dick hard even just by the thought of you alone. how you always get me horny is a mystery to me sometimes.”

you froze, lifting your head to look at him, unable to come up with an appropriate reply to his remark. it didn’t help that the way he was staring at you seemed so familiar with the one he would give you in bed, and it was causing your heart to beat unnecessarily faster, your mind going off course in a quick second.

“did that do the trick?” jeongguk asked, his stare moving from your lips to your eyes.

you slowly stepped back to your previous position beside him, and jeongguk’s arm also slowly went back to his side where he placed his hands in his hoodie’s pockets instead to make up with the lost contact too. “not exactly,” you said with a clear of your throat, “but it certainly warmed me up in some other places.”

he bit the insides of his cheek to stop himself from grinning wider than normal, but his eyes already gave everything away for you not to be positive he was enjoying the effect he had on you. “yeah?”

“yeah, you pervert,” you teased, laughing and crossing your arms, taking a step forward once the father from earlier was now the one by the counter and ordering for him and his son.

jeongguk rolled his eyes and stepped with you. “don’t act like you don’t want me to take care of it for you later.”

“will you?”

“i’d do anything just to have my face right against your—”

“if you finish that sentence—i swear to god—”

“____! guk!” taehyung called from the entrance of the fast food chain, yours and jeongguk’s heads whipping around to follow where the booming voice of your friend came from. when you met taehyung’s gaze, he smiled brightly and waved before jogging to the both of you and placing each arm around your respective shoulders. “how long have you two been here?”

you shared one last meaningful full look with jeongguk and smiled at taehyung in return, ignoring his question to ask another one yourself. “where’s haru and goeun?”

taehyung focused on you. “haru has to talk to a professor and i don’t know what’s up with goeun. should i mention her in the group chat?”

“yep,” jeongguk urged.

“okay. can you guys just order for me first though and i’ll find us a seat? the place is getting crowded. just get me nuggets, fries, and coke. the usual.”

you agreed. taehyung then handed you the money to pay for it after fishing for his wallet, soon doing what he offered and thankfully finding a spot far away from where your ex-boyfriend sat with what you assumed were a couple of his friends as well.

your ex was no longer sneaking glances at you now, immersed with the topic he was discussing with one of the people there, an observation that had you sighing in relief, the gesture not being left unnoticed by jeongguk who still had the nerve to smirk.

you glanced at him and he was quick to change his expression. “not a word to anyone about it,” you told him. “if you do…”

“what? you’ll kill me?”

“i’ll never talk to you again.”

“which, of course, we all know is also equivalent to killing me.”

you quipped back another comment before your facial features would show something he wasn’t meant to see. “just don’t be a snitch, guk, i’m begging.”

“i won’t. i’d never sell you out, babe.”

miraculously, jeongguk didn’t really say a word once the gang was complete and you were all gathered at your table, complaining to one another about how shitty the exams were or how shitty this certain professor was too. throughout that whole afternoon of laughing with your good friends, you managed to steal one more look at the direction of your ex-boyfriend when he was leaving, and meeting gazes with him, he smiled, something that you couldn’t help but give back shyly, even offering an awkward wave as he did the same and finally went out of the restaurant.

“who was that?” goeun asked, noticing the short interaction between the both of you.

you flickered your attention to her. “just an old high school friend.” you locked gazes with jeongguk automatically afterwards, as if daring him to add something to that, but he only grinned and carried on drinking his coke, carrying on to listening to what haru was babbling about with genuine interest in what the latter was saying.

you raised your eyebrows, impressed, and started a new conversation with goeun.

once the get together was done and the five of you decided to call it a day, you finally went to your separate ways; goeun was picked up by her boyfriend, taehyung wanted to go straight to the dormitory he lived in to rest, haru had to return some books to a nearby library, and jeongguk volunteered to accompany you on the way home (secretly, to be honest).

right now, you two were sitting inside the bus. you were at the window’s side and he was by the aisle, your head leaning against the window, staring at the cars and buildings that passed by with your thoughts completely elsewhere, going back to the events of earlier and the face of your ex who you were at least glad to see was appearing healthier and happier than before.

suddenly, you felt jeongguk’s arm going behind you, touching your temple from the other side and carefully moving your head to lean on his shoulder instead. you glanced at him in question and he looked back at you.

“i’m pretty sure you’re going to have a bump on your head by how much it’s been constantly hitting the window,” he said, pertaining to the way your forehead has indeed been hitting the window every time the vehicle moved too fast and jiggled.

“thanks,” you bothered to say, chuckling, and letting your head lay there.

“no problem.” he rested his arm on the backrest, his cheek pressing against your hair.

you know you could have moved away when he did it because of how the gesture seemed and made your body react—but you wanted to indulge yourself with it for once, wanted to experience being close to jeongguk without being paranoid of everything feeling a bit below the line; you didn’t want to care that this wasn’t how it was supposed to be for you and him and that that this scene right here was one of the scenarios that added more to your confusion in what you exactly felt for your fuck buddy.

whatever was happening at this second—whatever the hell it was that you had going on with jeongguk at times when affection just couldn’t be controlled—you just wanted to let it be and leave it alone this time, allowing it to happen until the ride in this public transport ends. after that, you’d have to convince yourself that this was only a product of a good friend obviously taking care of the other in a platonic manner. nothing else.

“more comfy, right?” he teased when the bus drove over a road bump and he placed the previous hand on your head gently to keep you in place.

you snorted, scooting closer to him which he welcomed with an arm fully falling down on your shoulders. he was warm and certainly comforting, two factors that you had to stop yourself from really snuggling beside him and basking in his pleasant embrace.

“yeah,” you sighed in content, the faint sensation of his lips touching your hair stirring up your heartbeat, “i guess it is.”

note. AHHHH i love them pt. 2 :( shdjshdj i feel like i’m making them more touchy than i sorta intended but damn does it feel right !! also wanted to give more depth to their friendship part with this chapter but i don’t know if that was effective lmao

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my heart is breaking </3 the tension and angst is real .. pls these idiots are in love SIGHS

( 04. ) A LOVER’S KISS.

a friends with benefits relationship never ends on a good note. unless, both parties are not dumb fucks who find themselves falling for each other along the way of their agreement, of course.

and in yours and jeongguk’s case, you should have known better than to think the two of you would be an exception to the so-called curse of being friends with benefits with someone you already hold dear to you, since not even five months since it was agreed upon—the line between being only friends and being a little like lovers only continue to get hazier and hazier.

━ jeongguk x reader ━ 3.5k words. ━ 18+ ━ smut | angst | fluff | friends with benefits au | idiots to lovers au | college au | yearning? pining? | ft. swimmer!jeongguk, editor-in-chief!reader (small appearances from swimmer!jimin & associate editor!taehyung) ━ warning/s: swearing | suggestive themes

note. no smut for this part, but i’m keeping the rating 18+ and have the smut label above since this drabble series overall isn’t suitable for minors !!

[ chapter index. ]

EPISODE 04. the one with the threat !

it was after your class together that choi soomi approached you and greeted you with a cheerful hello, smiling and acting as if you have been the closest pair of friends for the entirety of the whole school year—or for how long you’ve known her, frankly—for her to go ahead and talk to you in such an enthusiastic manner, even linking arms with you and letting your name tumble out of her lips fondly.

no matter how that irked you, made you a tad bit wary, you nonetheless smiled and greeted her back with the same (fake) excitement, your cheeks hurting from maintaining that painful smile that you hoped indeed looked like a smile and not a scowl since you could never for the life of you remain displaying a happy façade to someone you didn’t particularly like—especially if that someone was choi soomi, a girl who until now, despite sharing all of your classes together since freshman year because of taking the same major, was just a person you couldn’t see yourself genuinely liking.

of course, you could pretend. you could act civil and act nice for the sake of being a decent human being; you could push away all your unreasonable thoughts aside and be accommodating because that was the proper thing to do. but to willingly talk to her about anything that was not school related and appear truly pleased? to attempt being her friend? well, that was just an act you most likely would want to back out from even before giving it a try.

“____?” she called your name softly again, “did you get what i said?”

you gritted your teeth, blowing air out of your nose slowly. “yeah... yeah, i did.”

“so? what do you think?”

“i, uh, honestly, i don’t have any—”

“don’t tell me you don’t have any idea what jeongguk’s type is,” she cut you off with a chuckle, “aren’t the two of you close friends? i mean, that’s why i wanted to ask you what he usually likes in a girl before i ask him out.”

you felt like someone just punched you on the gut, her declaration almost causing you to stutter. “you’re going to ask him out?”

“yep.” soomi grinned, coming across as being excited now at the mere idea. “i saw him swim at the tournament last time. i usually don’t come to events like that—not really my style—but my friend forced me to come with her and i saw jeongguk. i honestly never reckoned him to have such a hot body.” she laughed at the last part.

you nodded, each nod taking place after three seconds for you were still unsure on how to react. “yeah, who knew...”

“don’t get me wrong though, he always had a pretty face and he looked like he’s got a nice build. just didn’t reckon he was that fit. made me think that i should really be interested in our swim team more, or for any of our varsity teams, really—”

you continued nodding, your eyes falling down on the floor. your pulse was taking over her voice, pounding against your temples that you couldn’t even bring yourself to concentrate on any word she was saying after she told you of her plans. you know you should have kept your act and carried on in pretending to be interested and engaged to what she was asking of you, but as expected, you just couldn’t. not once have you talked to someone as bold as soomi—as gorgeous as her, as smart even, as appealing (though you still didn’t get the hype)—when it came to anything concerning jeongguk, and that was admittedly sending you over the edge.

she paused in speaking and you forced yourself to turn your gaze back on her at the sudden silence. she smiled. “it’s okay though if i ask him out, right?”

you raised your eyebrows. “hm?”

“well, don’t you like him or something? just making sure before i shoot my shot,” she teased.

shit. was i being too obvious? “no, no, don’t worry,” you plastered the same fake grin from earlier, chuckling and brushing your hair out of your face, “it’s nothing like that. feel free to do whatever you want.”

“you and him really are close though. i just don’t want to cross any lines if ever.”

“that wouldn’t be possible, soomi.”

“so, you just really see him as a friend?”

“i do,” you said, your stomach getting queasy at the lie. as if you had a choice anyway on whether not to gatekeep or to indeed gatekeep jeongguk like what you secretly wanted to do. settling with the latter would just make everything so wrong on so many levels, and the thought of what conversation you might have with jeongguk when he discovers of your hypothetical gatekeeping alone was enough to make you not go forth with the ridiculous act.

“and how about jeongguk?”

“what about him?”

“do you think he likes someone? i wouldn’t want to embarrass myself when i ask him out and find out he already has someone in mind.”

you scratched the back of your other arm, pondering. “uh, i’m not too sure about that. it’s not something he and i talk about.”

“then do you think you can ask him for me?” she suggested with a sweet expression, the nerve to suggest something as shameless as that causing your irritation to grow. “if it’s not that much of a problem, of course.”

“it’s no problem,” you assured, biting the insides of your cheeks slightly to maintain your shit together. “should i just… give him a heads up about you or what?”

“would that be a good move?” soomi giggled. “or would that be too bold of me?”

you’re being too bold right now, you thought.

“just maybe mention my name casually,” she added when you didn’t reply, “and then you can tell me what his reaction was when you did.”

“sure. i can do that.”

soomi stepped forward and grasped both of your empty hands, grinning and basically showing you this genuinely grateful expression. “thank you so much, ____. really. i know you probably think i’m being too desperate, doing this—”

“no, i don’t think that,” you said, your comment the most honest one you have ever uttered for the last few minutes. “i actually think you’re… you’re brave, doing the first move and all.”

she looked touched at your words. “you really think?”

“yeah,” you snorted, “not everybody can do it definitely.”

she suddenly engulfed you in a hug, catching you off guard.

that was one of the reasons why you never liked her—not because she was obviously better than you at everything and you were just a plain bitter bitch—but because she was just too overwhelming for you to tolerate. you could remember that in the first weeks of freshman year, she was among the students who each professor already knew and liked; she already had her name engraved in anyone’s mind by doing what you considered as nothing special—just reciting, asking a bunch of questions you swear aren’t even necessary—and by sophomore year, she decided to run for student council secretary, inevitably winning due to her large number of friends and supporters, that now in your junior year, it was no mystery how she managed to be elected as the vice president as well.

you didn’t hate soomi, though, you absolutely swear. still, you found her insufferable and not your particular kind of person for you to have pleasant opinions about her too.

“aw, i hope we can be better friends when i get lucky with jeongguk!” soomi said as she pulled away, giving you the personal space you deserved. “that’d be cute, wouldn’t it? you and i being best buds. me, being his girlfriend, and you, being one of his closest friends. we could gang up on him and he would be helpless,” she joked.

another fucking jab in the gut. “yeah, that’d be totally cute,” you agreed, concealing your displeasure with the familiar painful smile. “but, um, if that’s all that you wanted to say—”

“oh, yeah! sorry for keeping you too long,” soomi cut you off once again, perhap finally noticing your discomfort. “i guess, i’ll see you around then, ____! don’t forget about what we talked about, okay?”

“no worries, i won’t. see you around.” you offered a small wave and finally turned around to go to the direction of the exit, your heart continuously pounding in annoyance of what you both felt and what soomin has been babbling about. you just hated the way you had to act okay when deep inside, all you wanted to do was bang your head against the wall and stop the girl from ever talking about jeongguk in a way that you don’t think he deserved.

sure, jeongguk was hot—he’s got an amazing body, an even more amazing face, and you’re not angry at anyone who would objectify that guy since it was practically inevitable—but he was fucking more than that; he wasn’t just a pair of sexy thick thighs or crazy hot proportions. even though it’s bullshit when people say outer appearances don't matter and what matters is your personality or what’s inside or whatever, if you were ever going to be pissed about someone taking interest in jeongguk, you at least wanted them to like him for reasons that didn’t sound shallow as hell. and with how soomi only talked about jeongguk from what she’s seen at the previous tournament you didn’t manage to attend—it just intensified your irritation even further.

but no matter how bothered you were and reluctant to go forth with soomi’s request, on that same day afterwards that you went to jeongguk’s place with the aim of only helping him with a written output (you promise), were you also seriously contemplating on opening the topic to jeongguk to get it over with and to alas not unconsciously gatekeep him from anyone—which frankly didn’t seem the right thing to think about with how you were currently trapped underneath him on the bed, his lips attached to your neck, the sound of his wet kisses picked up by your ears loudly but unlike its usual effect, it didn’t arouse you or made you squirm beneath his touch.

jeongguk’s mouth travelled upwards, nibbling on your earlobe as a hand placed itself on your stomach gently. when you didn’t respond to that—no sigh, no whisper of his name, or a hand of yours guiding his fingers down to your heat as you’d always do—he pulled back and stared at you, seeing you gaze at the ceiling with an unreadable look on your face.

“am i…” he spoke slowly and you flickered your focus on him, “uh, are you—should i stop?”

you looked shocked to say the least. “stop?”

“you don’t look like you’re in the mood,” he said sheepishly, backtracking. “is this... not a good time?”

“oh.” you understood what he was pertaining to now. “um, uh, kind of.”

“shit, i’m sorry,” he fully backed away at that but you held onto his arm, pulling him back down on the bed beside you before he could fling himself as far as possible.

“don’t sweat about it, guk—i just have a lot on my mind right now. you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“i should have asked first—”

“you never ask, and you know i never mind it anyways,” you chuckled halfheartedly. “tonight isn’t just a good time.”

jeongguk nodded with a frown, laying down on the spot next to you, your arms touching. “okay, you should have told me that sooner though.”

“sorry.”

“no need to apologize, baby.” he sighed, smiling nevertheless, “can i ask what’s wrong though? i can make you feel better in other ways.”

you smiled in return at the offer. “actually, it also kind of involves you.”

“me?”

“kind of,” you repeated.

“what did i do?”

you sat up upon the wonder, folding your legs together and facing him who remained in his position; he was looking at you with furrowed brows, waiting for an explanation and hoping that it wasn’t as bad as he was thinking of. you weren’t going to give him the explanation he was longing for however, you had other things in mind. plus, you weren’t going to tell him that you were bothered about the fact a certain girl was asking about him to you with obvious attraction—a certain girl who you once more wanted to remind yourself could definitely appear like a perfect match to a guy like jeongguk.

“let’s play a game,” you prompted after a while and he looked more puzzled, his curiosity increasing, “i’ll ask you some questions and you can only reply with a yes and a no. then after this game is done, you can’t ask anything about it. are you in?”

jeongguk adjusted his pillow higher, so that staring at you wouldn’t have to be so troublesome for his neck. “do i have a choice?”

“nope.”

he rolled his eyes. “then alright. i’ll only answer yes or no?”

you nodded. “and no questions about what i’m going to ask after we’re done.”

“not even one?”

“none.”

he pressed his lips together. “okay. go on.”

“do you like someone right now?” you asked immediately, making your first blow rather ‘controversial’.

jeongguk scrunched his forehead, definitely perceiving the inquiry as something odd. you weren’t lying earlier when you told soomi that you and jeongguk never discussed things like this before. it was just some kind of unspoken rule between the both of you to never ask about the other’s love life when you started sleeping with each other. you’re not sure why the subject was a bit touchy though, you could only assume that it might make things awkward if either one of you began openly sharing details of people you like when you were literally fucking each other every now and then.

“just yes or no,” you said.

he crossed his arms, inhaling and thinking about it. “i don’t know.”

“what?”

“i don’t know,” he told you with a small smirk. “i’m not sure if i like someone or not.”

“what dumb answer is that, guk.” you couldn't help but laugh and he did too. “just say yes or no.”

“i don’t know.”

“it’s a yes or no question!”

jeongguk huffed, clearly realizing you weren’t going to be satisfied with his answer unless he complied with your rules. “fine, no then.”

you held onto your ankles and glared at him. “see? wasn’t that hard, right?”

“just move on to the next question.”

a brief chuckle slipped out of your mouth at his impatient tone. “do you know choi soomi?”

he took another long pause, this time suspicious with his eyes narrowed towards your way. “yes.”

“do you think she’s pretty?”

“why are you—”

“just yes or no, guk.”

he frowned and shrugged. “yes?”

“you think she’s pretty?”

“she’s not ugly. she’s a little cute. she has a great smile.”

third fucking jab of the fucking day. i might as well just volunteer as someone’s punching bag. “okay. do you think she’s hot?”

“____…”

“yes or no?”

“yes.” jeongguk answered quickly, for the sake of finishing this topic fast as well, appearing like he was scowling at you now. “is that all?”

“nope,” you cleared your throat, your heart probably nowhere in your ribcage as you carried with the questions, yet you were just about to say the most distressing one out of all, “if you find her hot, do you think you can like her?”

he finally sat up at that, your head raising up since jeongguk sitting in the same level as you also meant that he was back to being a few inches taller than your height. “what the fuck is with these questions, ____?”

“it’s a survey.”

“for what?”

“you’ll know. eventually.”

he scoffed, and after three seconds or more, answered, “no.”

“no?”

“no,” jeongguk reiterated in disbelief, “i don’t think i can like her just because i find her hot.”

“but do you think you can if other factors were involved?”

he stared at you, reading your features with no avail, and you stared back, waiting, anticipating for the worst, until it was him who broke the connection, facing his unopened television. “maybe.”

“maybe.” you repeated, your body physically feeling unwell; you were positive that your insides were crushed into pulps at this second from the punches you’ve been enduring since the discussion with soomi. you were even having this strange sensation of throwing up, a possible act that you were trying hard to suppress in order not to feel worse about yourself. “right, nothing’s impossible as they say.”

“are we done here?” he didn’t acknowledge your short addition to his answer.

“we are. thanks for the honesty.” you then scooted to the edge of the bed, hopping out of it coolly.

jeongguk’s eyes followed you, watching you get your bag from the floor. the atmosphere was suddenly sullen, undoubtedly different from how it was when you first arrived. however, even then, he already noticed your dejected mood in the manner you smiled. he just couldn’t confront you about it straightforwardly, too careful of his own good, and only tried to lift your spirits up with what method he knew best. “you’re leaving?”

“yeah. i just remembered that i need to do some reading for a lecture tomorrow.”

“and you’re really not going to tell me anything about what that was all about?”

you looked at him. “i told you, you’ll know about it eventually.”

“why can’t i know about it now?”

“because it’ll ruin everything.”

“are you setting me up with choi soomi?”

your eyes met again and jeongguk was glowering. it was obvious that he was pissed, you just weren’t certain on which part he was exactly pissed about. “if i was?”

he huffed, a flash of hurt passing by his expression but it was gone the next second before you could truly detect it. “i’m not trying to find someone to date. that’s the reason why we’re in this set-up, remember?”

“i get that, but we’re not going to be like this forever too, are we?”

“that doesn’t mean i want to stop it soon.”

you swallowed hard, pieces of your pathetic heart mending for all the wrong reasons. “jeongguk—”

“do you want it to stop soon?” he asked.

“look,” you dodged giving your own opinion about the subject, “she just wants to ask you out, that’s why i was asking questions about her,” you explained with a sigh, regaining your composure and slinging your bag over your shoulder. “and i didn’t want to make it seem like i was being greedy or some shit by not helping her.”

jeongguk opened his mouth to speak as your revelation registered properly in his brain but he closed it back shut quickly, hesitant and scared that he was being impulsive if he told you a piece of his mind. to make up with his initial lost of words, he remained glaring at your way, a hundred of calculated or appropriate answers flying in his head then though he still couldn’t bring himself to choose one and tell it to you. he was too afraid of how it might sound and how you might react, that shaking his head, he resorted to standing up and walking towards your direction who watched him cautiously, expecting a mischievous move coming from him.

“i’ll go with you to the bus stop. it’s getting late,” he said.

your face slightly fell. you weren’t looking forward to jeongguk expanding the matter more, but you didn’t think that he’d tell you that in return as well. “you don’t need to.”

“so? does that mean i can’t do what i fucking want?” he trudged to his drawers next, voice making it apparent that he was still pissed, just no longer that intense. “i’ll just change into warmer pants and we’ll go.”

deciding not to argue, you nodded. “okay.”

as you both strided out of his studio apartment after he was done with wearing a new attire, you marched in silence to the staircase and down to the ground floor, words not being spoken even until you two were outside and ended up to your destination to the bus stop as said, eventually sitting down on the provided bench to wait for the next bus to arrive with this suffocating quietness lingering in the air still. jeongguk insisted on only leaving once you were in the vehicle, and you agreed without a fuss because speaking more to discuss it was going to drain you further from the happenings of this day.

“text me when you get home,” he said as the public transport appeared, the first thing he said to you again following yours and his departure from his place, “so i know you arrived safely.”

you weakly smiled, hopefully the last smile you’d have to force for a while. “i will. goodnight, jeongguk.”

he didn’t like hearing the entirety of his first name from you, but he didn’t complain like he usually would, he just nodded and put his hands inside his hoodie’s pockets instead with a similar unsure smile, convincing himself that everything was okay and he was just overthinking things.

“goodnight, ____.”

jeongguk didn’t leave the stop until the bus you were in turned left and vanished from his view.

note. AHHHH THINGS ARE GETTING ANGSTY BUT THIS IS PRACTICALLY JUST A TEASER FOR IT SDJSHDJ spoiler though even if it’s obvious already, choi soomi will have more appearances from now on !! so i’m pretty sure you all know where we’re heading in this drabble series heheheheh

THANK YOU FOR READING & FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS APPRECIATED ! ♡(ˆ‿ˆԅ)

p.s. i added a playlist on the chapter index which i’m highkey proud of because of how it just resonates so well with the overall vibe i’m going for with this series !! shoutout to that lovely anon who suggested double take by dhruv bc i still can’t get over hot it fits with this pairing so much !!!!!

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well damn i'll be crying in the corner now..this angst..i just want them to be happy ☹️

( 05. ) A LOVER’S KISS.

a friends with benefits relationship never ends on a good note. unless, both parties are not dumb fucks who find themselves falling for each other along the way of their agreement, of course.

and in yours and jeongguk’s case, you should have known better than to think the two of you would be an exception to the so-called curse of being friends with benefits with someone you already hold dear to you, since not even five months since it was agreed upon—the line between being only friends and being a little like lovers only continue to get hazier and hazier.

━ jeongguk x reader ━ 3.3k words. ━ 18+ ━ smut | angst | fluff | friends with benefits au | idiots to lovers au | college au | yearning? pining? | ft. swimmer!jeongguk, editor-in-chief!reader (small appearances from swimmer!jimin & associate editor!taehyung) ━ warning/s: swearing | suggestive themes

note. no smut for this part, but i’m keeping the rating 18+ and have the smut label above since this drabble series overall isn’t suitable for minors !!

[ chapter index. ]

EPISODE 05. the one with the double ambush !

“which one is better—” yebin laid her portfolio across you on the table— “this first dress or the second one?”

you looked at the two dresses. one was colored green with an off-shoulder strap and an a-line bottom; the other was blue with a high neck and a trumpet shaped bottom in lieu. you stared at them for a long while, not really sure which dress you should choose that could help yebin with what you assume is a next project of hers, before ultimately settling for the green one, just because the way the color pencil shined on the paper was pleasing and you were quite a fan of off-shoulder dresses or tops in general yourself.

“that one.” you pointed at it.

“this one?”

“yep.”

“okay. that’s one vote now.”

you laughed. “and how many have you asked?”

“just you and jimin for now.” she snorted, her statement causing you to smirk in amusement.

“what is it for?”

she closed the portfolio first, tucking it back inside her shoulder bag, “it’s for my cousin. she’s competing in some contest in her school and my aunt wanted me to make her dress since, you know, i am a fashion design major and i should know how to make a dress. it’s my cousin who designed the two dresses though, but it’s only the base—she still hasn’t told me the theme of the overall competition for me to have an input too.”

“seems very environment-ish themed to me.”

“right?” yebin chuckled. “i was thinking the same thing. probably has to do with them looking like mother nature or the earth or something.”

“is your cousin a class representative by any chance?” you asked.

“she is!”

“she must be very pretty. i’ve never been chosen for contests like that.”

she sighed. “true. i never did too.”

you both shared a laugh, just in time when the boy you two have been waiting for in the nearby coffeehouse appeared at the entrance.

well, actually, it was only yebin who was waiting for the mentioned boy—jimin, that is—since it wasn’t even planned in the first place to meet in this café. you were solely just here to get your coffee and do some assignments since doing them in your apartment apparently didn’t make you as productive as it did in any other place in the world, and you happened to spot her while at it who said she was waiting for jimin to finish with his daily run in the tracking field before carrying on with their plans for the day.

knowing that jimin was doing that for his training, you were lowkey expecting to see jeongguk enter the coffeehouse with him as he might have been doing the same thing this morning. though only seeing the former, you couldn’t help but frown in disappointment.

you and jeongguk have been in this awkward phase ever since the unwarned survey about soomi the other day. you haven’t been to his apartment since then, jeongguk hasn’t been in your apartment either; other than that, you just haven’t been seeing each other frequently like you used to. you wanted to blame his vigorous training schedule because of his last tournament and your own busy timetable for that—but you also knew that if the both of you really wanted something to happen, you would find a way to meet, and that just didn’t seem to be the case for you and him in the past few days.

“good morning,” jimin greeted yebin first with a swoon worthy smile, going towards her to press a kiss on her lips as he stood in the middle of your chairs. “and same with you, ____. didn’t know i was going to catch you here too.”

you smiled. “yeah, well, you were taking really long and i was taking pity on your girlfriend.”

he rolled his eyes, the three of you chuckling.

“where’s jeongguk?” it was yebin who asked, already standing up to gather her other things. now that jimin was present, there was no longer any reason for her to stay longer.

“i don’t know. i couldn’t wait for him. he took too long in showering.”

she paused at his reply, glancing at you. “oh, then ____ would be left alone here—”

“it’s okay,” you assured quickly with a chuckle, understanding where her sentence was headed, “i’m here to study after all. i don’t need company.”

“you sure? we can wait until jeongguk arrives.”

you kept the smile on your face, your cheeks twinging. “uh, i’m not sure if he’ll arrive here though.”

jimin raised his eyebrows. “you two aren’t meeting up? what—are you guys fighting?”

“no,” you scoffed at the assumption, “we just haven’t talked about meeting up for me to expect him.”

“that literally isn’t like you two,” yebin said, obviously weirded out by your reply. “you guys are the ‘going with the flow’ type of couple.”

“yeah, they are seriously fighting,” jimin concluded with yebin, getting her bag for her. “guk has this gloomy thing going on with him and he hasn’t been grinning on his phone like some pervert between breaks like what he normally does.”

you tried concealing the blush rushing to your cheeks at the thought. you couldn’t deny that there were times when you were particularly feeling… too spicy in the past and plain needy, sending jeongguk pictures that would definitely make your parents disown you if they saw what it contained and why you were taking a photo of it in the first place. whenever jeongguk responded to your messages however, telling you how hot you looked and how much he wanted to rush to your apartment so he could ‘get a taste of what you were teasing him with’, you found yourself throwing all of your inhibitions away and just wallowing yourself with it.

“first of all, we are not a couple. second—we are not fighting,” you reiterated calmly.

yebin gasped. “you two totally are.”

“no, we’re not,” you groaned. “stop assuming that we are!”

“it’s not an assumption if there are a lot of evidences to back us up,” jimin chimed.

you glared at him, pressing your lips together and deciding on just changing the whole subject to avoid it. “aren’t you guys leaving?”

“how can we leave if something’s up with you and guk?” yebin retorted.

“there is nothing up with us—just go and leave already!” you playfully shoved them, the couple laughing and agreeing for the sake of your sanity.

jimin ruffled your hair like a kid as he said his farewells while yebin squeezed your shoulder and pressed her cheek against yours, expressing her goodbyes too before the both of them finally walked towards the exit and out of the café hand-in-hand.

once they were gone, you slumped back down in your seat, opening your laptop that you haven’t been able to start up because of conversing with yebin.

it seemed that you weren’t the only person who’s been acting different ever since the semi-fight occurred. the fact that jeongguk appeared physically bothered by it comforted you in a way, didn’t make you some sort of fool who cared too much and thought too much about the whole situation. you’ve been feeling guilty; you’ve been meaning to message him and just lower your pride to make things normal again—but you were too hesitant, wary that when you do apologize, he’d act dumb and won’t acknowledge the issue as existent and then you’d be humiliated.

for the most part, you’ve been successful in ignoring the guilt that was constantly eating you up, though there were still hours of the day wherein you laid on your bed and sighed, regretting everything you did that night and wishing you just didn’t cave in to soomi’s request. you didn’t even answer jeongguk’s question too on whether you wanted this set-up with him to stop soon, a moment you’ve been recalling every night before sleep washed over you, the simple answer of ‘no’ haunting you on those last milliseconds of consciousness.

now, here you were, in a coffeeshop on a sunday morning because of the deadlines you’ve been procrastinating on due to your ongoing horrible case of overthinking. nonetheless, you were determined to get some shit done for today to make up for the wasted time—but not even 30 minutes after they left and you were granted the silence you’ve been hoping for, a large pair of hands covered your eyes from behind while you were in the middle of typing your next sentence, naturally causing you to stop your movements.

“guess who?” a very recognizable voice asked.

you smiled a little. “am i really going to guess?”

“yep. no fun if you give it away too soon.”

you sat up straight, readying yourself for the act you were going to do with a laugh. “okay, should i give out a bunch of random names?”

he snickered. “i think flattering descriptions are the way to go.”

“flattering descriptions, huh?”

“give me your best shot.”

“alright,” you paused for added effect, making it seem like you were thinking hard for the best set of words to use, “is it my oh so hardworking, appreciatively punctual, and very charming sports editor?”

haru let go of your face, sliding to your view with a pleasant grin, looking extremely satisfied with what you said. “literal music to my ears, ____. you never fail to know what i exactly want to hear.”

you returned his grin and gestured for him to take the chair beside you, haru not wasting any second to go do just that.

he was sporting a very cozy attire this morning, wearing a gray sweatshirt with black jogging pants. you noticed he was donning his glasses today as well, perhaps not opting to wear his contacts since it was a weekend. from how long you’ve been friends with haru, you were aware that what people thought of him mattered—even if it was as small as the detail of being strikingly more handsome without his prescription glasses, an observation that you used to argue wasn’t true as you liked him better with his specs.

“cramming?” you asked him as you went back to your word document and he placed the some books out of his backpack.

he smirked. “unfortunately. just need to do a bit of reading though.”

“i envy you. i still need to fill up two more pages for this analysis paper.”

“when’s the due?”

“on wednesday.”

“then i’m sure you’ll do fine, chief.” he assured you, neatly arranging his books on the flat surface before picking his wallet out. “have you eaten yet?”

you glanced at him, fingers pausing once more. haru never failed to show anyone how kind and dotting he could be; you commended him for that. “nah, i just bought coffee.”

“well, i’m going to buy a chocolate croissant, do you want one?”

“sure. let me just—”

he was already standing up when you agreed, shaking his hand at you as you reached for your bag. “don’t bother. this one’s on me.”

you narrowed your eyes at him, your stare becoming playful. “ooh, quite generous today, huh?”

“i’m feeling lucky, that’s why,” he joked with a snort. “just a chocolate croissant? nothing else?”

“if i asked for a refill, would you buy me one?”

“sure.”

you made a noise of amazement, haru chuckling. “okay, big spender, i appreciate that but a chocolate croissant sounds fine. wouldn’t want to exploit your goodness.”

he rolled his eyes at the modesty and carried on marching to the counter, ordering his own beverage and two of the mentioned pastries. he returned not long after, placing a plate of croissant near your side and placing the other beside one of his books, soon asking for your approval for a topic that one of the writers under him pitched yesterday—until his name gets called by the barista and he’s fetching his drink, returning with not only one tall glass of coffee, but another one as well, that extra drink being set down beside your chocolate croissant.

you looked up at him in wonder.

haru smiled. “iced latte. your favorite as i recall?”

“yeah,” you dumbfoundedly confirmed, “you know?”

you seemed to have forgotten for a moment there that before you and jeongguk got significantly close, it was haru who you always hung out with. from the start of your friendship, you realized that the both of you liked similar things, enjoyed similar hobbies, and appreciated similar subjects as well. he was someone who was too easy to get along, someone who was right up your street, and that was why you considered being close friends with him as an inevitable eventuality even when it was only mere days that the two of you conversed when you were at the early stages of getting acquainted with one another.

“of course,” haru replied while playfully tapping his temple as he sat back down, “they don’t call me genius for nothing.”

“oh my god—” you whined, cringing and causing haru to laugh out loud, oblivious to the glances your table received upon the slight ruckus.

however, that wasn’t the only thing that was unbeknownst to the both of you.

right outside, near the glass window, jeongguk was just about to go to the entrance of the café thanks to jimin texting him and informing him of your whereabouts when he spotted you smiling wide at haru, pushing his shoulder and throwing your head back, thus ceasing his movements.

the pause he took was long, everything froze with him at that instance; he couldn’t hear anything for a while and couldn’t process anything properly either, much to his confusion. maybe if you were with a stranger or another guy, he’d consider his reaction now as appropriate. but the person you were with was haru—haru, a high school buddy of his and genuinely one of the best guys he knew. to add more to that, this scene right here shouldn’t even be strange for jeongguk, as the three of you were in a tight-knit friend group for him to be thrown off by it.

was it seeing you and haru in a distance that changed it? was it seeing you grin, look interested in what he was saying, your eyes seemingly moving across haru’s features, that jeongguk didn’t like? or was it that manner that haru gently placed a hand on your forearm while talking which you didn’t seem bothered by that jeongguk couldn’t simply disregard? whatever it was, jeongguk convinced himself to man up and go forth with his plan on walking inside, already practicing the lines in his head of greeting the both of you as casual as possible as he trudged forward and—

“hey, jeon jeongguk, isn’t it?”

jeongguk paused, almost bumping into none other than choi soomi if his reflexes weren’t as good as they were. he unintentionally scrunched his forehead at her, appearing annoyed for a second because of the disturbance, but he was quick to change it into a neutral one before he made himself turn out to be rude. soomi didn’t look like she minded it though, she was smiling all throughout those three seconds of them awkwardly standing in the middle of the sidewalk, jeongguk controlling his features and slinging his duffel bag closer to his shoulder.

“yup,” he smiled, “and soomi, right?”

“yes.” a hint of redness conquered her cheeks. “uh, i’m assuming you know that because of ____?”

he shook his head, ignoring how his stomach dropped at the sound of your name and at the reminder now of why you were in this semi-fight with him. “no, not really. i actually voted for you in the last student council election.”

“you did?”

“yeah. your platforms were great—plus, you already did well being the secretary. it was a no-brainer.”

“wow, i didn’t know you were observant like that.” soomi chuckled, getting redder each second. “but thank you. if i’d known you placed your vote and trust in me, i would have thanked you much sooner and maybe taken you out for a fancy meal or anywhere you’d like.”

it took jeongguk five seconds to utter a reply to her suggestive offer. “oh. that’s, uh, not necessary, really. that’d be too nice of you. i wouldn’t want to be a bother.”

“i wouldn’t mind. not with you certainly,” she said, shyly chuckling again, her eyes flickering elsewhere.

jeongguk found himself smiling, catching the immediate switch of her face afterwards in what appeared like embarrassment. she tucked strands of her hair behind both ears at the sudden gust of wind blowing past their way, clearing her throat and demurely folding her hands in front of her the next second as she prepared to recite her next words.

“i’m sorry—i… i honestly have never done this before. am i coming off too strongly here?” she added.

“on hitting on me?”

soomi swallowed hard, nodding.

he waved a hand. “don’t worry, i’ve encountered worse.”

“worse… meaning i’m doing bad at it is?”

“no, that wasn’t—”

“okay, you know what? maybe i’ll just get straight to the point now since obviously i’m not very good with this.” she chuckled, placing both of her hands now on her hips. “i’m sure ____ already mentioned my name to you anyways so, uh—” she cleared her throat for the nth time, a deep breath being taken— “i was wondering, you know—if you ever have the free time this week or even next week or just in the near future—do you think we can go out and grab a few drinks together?”

“just you and me?”

“yes. as a date.”

“ah.” jeongguk bit the insides of his cheek.

usually he was better at turning down people when they were upfront about their interest in him like this. he’d do his standard ‘reject routine’: smiling, bowing his head down meekly, turning himself as someone who looked as small as possible, and saying that he wanted to focus more on his swimming career and that’s why he was going to decline their offer. then as some kind of standard exchange too, the person who asked him out will blush and smile, thanking him still for listening to what they had to say before assuring him that there were no hard feelings when jeongguk goes out of his way to apologize one last time.

with soomi, however, he was thinking about whether resorting to that routine of his or actually agreeing for a change. he kept staring at her, pondering about his two options that weren’t even worth pondering about, analyzing her features and her body gestures, and unconsciously began to admire the fact that she was actually prettier up close. her beauty was the kind that grew unto you, he thought—one that wasn’t striking or eye-catching at first, one that you’d have to take time in relishing before fully appreciating.

seconds away from opening his mouth to tell her his answer, jeongguk stole one quick to yours and haru’s direction for a reason he wasn’t sure of, catching sight of the both of you still enjoying each other’s company, the books and the laptop on your table useless by how much you were spending time together in the coffeehouse laughing instead. you looked so happy, so cheerful, like there was nothing at all that was bothering you. he was fucking mean to wish you didn’t look that way at all.

and so making up his mind, jeongguk quickly told soomi what he thought of not to make her wait further—his reply tumbling out of his lips the same time your head coincidentally turned to the glass windows by your left, your gaze falling on jeongguk and soomi, with jeongguk giving her his adorable bunny grin and soomi grinning on the floor, rocking her heels back and forth.

at that exact moment, you felt gravity work its hardest in tugging your body down and impelling you to the ground.

note. well,, all i can say is we are definitely progressing with the angsty part of this drabble series HDJABSHAHHA

OH AND IF YOU’VE WATCHED THE KDRAMA “EXTRAORDINARY YOU” - the haru here is definitely inspired by rowoon from sf9 AHSJAHJS

THANK YOU FOR READING & FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS APPRECIATED ! ♡(ˆ‿ˆԅ)

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all i feel is pain. also the amount of times i've re read this part. i love angst sm and can't wait for the resolution 😩 gosh this series >>>

( 06. ) A LOVER’S KISS.

a friends with benefits relationship never ends on a good note. unless, both parties are not dumb fucks who find themselves falling for each other along the way of their agreement, of course.

and in yours and jeongguk’s case, you should have known better than to think the two of you would be an exception to the so-called curse of being friends with benefits with someone you already hold dear to you, since not even five months since it was agreed upon—the line between being only friends and being a little like lovers only continue to get hazier and hazier.

━ jeongguk x reader ━ 3.8k words. ━ 18+ ━ smut | angst | fluff | friends with benefits au | idiots to lovers au | college au | yearning? pining? | ft. swimmer!jeongguk, editor-in-chief!reader (small appearances from swimmer!jimin & associate editor!taehyung) ━ warning/s: swearing | suggestive themes | jUST ANGST !!

note. no smut for this part, but i’m keeping the rating 18+ and have the smut label above since this drabble series overall isn’t suitable for minors !!

[ chapter index. ]

EPISODE 06. the one with the martyr !

that ill-fated morning in the coffee shop didn’t just end with you seeing jeongguk and soomi talk outside.

it carried on with you not being able to stop yourself from staring more at their way, haru noticing where you were looking at when you didn’t return to the conversation as fast as a normal person would (if they were really immersed with the topic, that is), therefore spotting jeongguk himself. and at that point, it was the both of you then who was seeing jeongguk wave goodbye to soomi as she marched to the other direction, waving as well before jeongguk entered the café and at long last turned to you two, smiling with a hand up in the air.

that’s when haru teased jeongguk the closer he got to your table, asking him what the previous scene was all about, why he was with the student council vice president, why they looked chummy as hell, and jeongguk only laughed awkwardly, replying without even sparing you a glance, “soomi asked me out,” he said, like it was truly not a big deal.

“and?” haru gestured for him to continue.

jeongguk shrugged. “i told her yes.”

you couldn’t react appropriately that time. you couldn’t even force yourself to smile and act happy. instead, you nodded, sipped on your coffee, and went back to your task as if you didn’t hear anything. it was a fortunate thing that haru, being the talkative person he really was, was very engaged with the topic with jeongguk that he didn’t have the opportunity to notice your sullen mood. he just kept on teasing and listening to jeongguk’s stories, genuinely pleased with the news while you were there still wishing the ground would just swallow you whole.

as haru excused himself to go to the restrooms for a bit, that’s the instance you felt jeongguk’s eyes on you. he wasn’t being subtle about it too, he was straight up staring at you, waiting for you to bite and give him your attention, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to focus on him, very much angry and confused with what you saw and you heard, your head clouded with the worst combination of emotions out there.

however, you couldn’t deny that once the one minute mark was done, you were slowly growing distracted with the feel of his gaze and the sight of him through your peripheral vision, indeed looking at you.

you stopped typing and whirled your face towards him, raising your eyebrows. “what?”

“you’re not allowed to get mad at me,” is what he said.

“who said i was mad?”

“the whole fucking room can sense that you’re mad right now, you know.”

“i’m not mad.” you scoffed. “in fact, i’m very happy for you, jeongguk.”

he pursed his lips, getting his bought drink a while back to take a sip. “well, you don’t look very happy.”

“what the fuck do you want me to do? do you want me to jump in fucking joy for you? do you want me to do a fucking congratulatory post for you on instagram, huh?”

“hey,” he loudly placed his beverage back down on the table at your slight outburst, “you were the one who wanted this.”

“me?”

“should i remind you that just the other night—”

“i was just asking questions for soomi—did i tell you to go on a date with her?”

“no, but this thing between us wasn’t meant to keep on going forever, right? you told me that.”

“are you just going to quote everything i said that night?”

“yes. because from how you made it seem, you exactly wanted this to happen. so fuck it. maybe we really should just stop this bullshit before we get too comfortable.”

bullshit.

this bullshit?

“bullshit,” you repeated once more, this time out loud and with a laugh, anger intensifying, your chest weighing heavier at what you just heard—even heavier and worse when jeongguk just confirmed that he agreed to go out with soomi, the decision being so easy to him, like he really didn’t even consider for a second about what you would think; your body was going to cry in rage at his words and the recent thought, but you held it back until you still could in order not look more pathetic than you already feel, “is that what you think about what we’ve been doing? just ‘bullshit’?”

at the way his statement sounded from another person’s mouth, jeongguk realized that he might have uttered something below the line. he sighed at that, cursing under his breath, while you turned back to your laptop, glaring at the screen and fighting every nerve in your body that wanted to make you cry. “no, ____, i just—i used it for the lack of an appropriate term, okay? don’t take what i said to heart.”

“then what term would you think was appropriate instead?” you asked sarcastically. “a joke? a fixer? an itch scratcher, perhaps?”

“____—”

“you know, if you want to fucking hurt my feelings, you could just straight up and say it to my face that you’re tired of me and that i really don’t have any purpose in your life than just an occasional fuck,” you hissed.

“goddamn it, stop that,” he hissed back, the both of you trying to minimize your voice to not draw any attention to yourselves, “you’re just sputtering nonsense. you’re not like that to me at all.”

you inhaled, tilting your face up to the ceiling to prevent the tears from spilling at the frustration living inside your system. you hated how you were comforted with the way he clarified your claims immediately, though it still couldn’t beat the pain spreading all over thorax. as some tears managed to pour down anyways, you hastily wiped them, barely allowing them to pass your cheeks, though jeongguk was still quick to notice it, he just didn’t say anything or acknowledge it whatsoever.

“you told me you didn’t want it to stop soon,” you breathed out when you were sure your voice wouldn’t be shaky.

jeongguk picked up his beverage again to drink, easing his own nerves. “and you never told me the same.”

you flashed your gaze to him at his reply. “that didn’t mean i wanted it to.”

“you didn’t tell me that.”

“so, is that it? just because you thought i wanted out—you took matters in your own hands and just kicked me out of the curb by agreeing to go on a date with someone?”

“i’m not kicking you out of the curb.”

“then what do you call this?”

“nothing. you’re not my girlfriend,” he said nonchalantly, “so i don’t why you’re making it seem like i cheated on you.”

you clenched your jaw.

the reality check was like a slap on the face despite how the reminder to each other has always been a normal recurrence in the past, a way for playful banter even. but with the play of events this morning, with the image of jeongguk and soomi together grinning at each other fresh and embedded in your mind, the realization that maybe you were really the only one who cared too much like you feared, the statement punched you harder in the cheek. as a matter of fact, maybe being legitimately punched in the head was better, or being smashed against the wall would hurt less too.

“right. of course,” you said, your voice shaky then as you feared. “i’m sorry for acting like an asshole. you have fun on that date with soomi, whenever the fuck that is.” you proceeded to stand up, shutting your laptop close (as gently as you could), tucking it inside your bag and hurriedly gathering your notebooks and laid out pens to put it back on its case, shoving them too inside.

jeongguk clicked his tongue at your actions, holding your wrist to stop you but you hardly pulled it away from his grasp. “where the fuck are you going?”

“it doesn’t concern you.”

haru came back at that moment—impeccable timing, you applauded deep down—and jeongguk gave up on trying to make you sit back on your chair, resorting to looking at haru who was grinning when he arrived, obviously unaware of the tension between you and jeongguk for even when he returned to his seat, his light expression didn’t fade, just converted into something that got mixed with confusion due to what you were doing.

“leaving already, ____?” haru asked.

you glanced at him and smiled, a fucking irritating forced smile that you’re a nudge away from breaking. “yeah, i’m gonna move to the library.”

“oh, should i go with you?”

it was haru still who said that and jeongguk snapped his head to him in almost like annoyance. it showed in his face again—that scrunch of his eyebrows, that frown on his lips, the overall scowl he was beginning to wear—it was a good thing that haru was only staring at you to notice such an expression from jeongguk, because if he happened to spot that, it might give rise to subjects you two aren’t ready to discuss with anyone else. after all, it really was jimin and yebin who only knew you were fuck buddies. no one from your friend group with haru, taehyung, and goeun was aware of what you and jeongguk were doing between the sheets.

“no, it’s okay,” you said and jeongguk unconsciously relaxed on his seat. “i’d be distracted anyways if you were there.”

jeongguk rolled his eyes while haru chuckled.

“yeah, i get it. sorry, i can’t shut up even if i wanted to,” haru said.

“i’ll get going then.” you finished arranging your things, smiling at him. “bye, haru. you have a nice day.”

you didn’t even look at jeongguk as you left, just like what he did to you when he told haru the news that apparently he agreed to go on a date with soomi—not even a glance or an acknowledgement for that matter, which at last made haru look at jeongguk in a weirded out way, puzzled, chuckling a little again to relieve some of the bad energy in the air that he was able to distinguish this second.

“you and ____ okay?” haru asked, reopening one of his textbooks.

jeongguk settled for driving his stress away by going back to his drink. “yeah. don’t worry about it, we’re fine.”

“alright.”

you and jeongguk weren’t fine though, and he knew that in spite of saying otherwise.

as of this day, this wednesday where you were spending your vacant period inside the room intended for members of the campus publication, another weekend has already passed with you and jeongguk being far from fine. you had to give it to him however for reaching out later that day, messaging you and apologizing for how he came off as a dick that you only replied with a very petty ‘okay, cool.’ knowing that you’ll be getting under his skin if you sent an answer like that.

jeongguk always hated it whenever you left things for him to guess, always complaining that he couldn’t read minds and that reason was enough for you to remember being honest to him at all times. yet it was funny when you come to think of it that when you were indeed being honest these days with him, all it did was bite you hard in the ass.

“i’ve been seeing you here more often.” taehyung entered the office, causing you to raise your head from its position on the top of your folded arms against the desk in a fast manner, clearly surprised. “oh, were you having a nap?”

you blinked for a couple times as you regained consciousness, your body straightening before inclining backward on the swivel chair. you’ve been waking and then dozing off for a couple times in the past hour. “yep. next class isn’t for—” you did a quick check on your wrist watch— “another two hours.”

“same here. sorry for disturbing.”

“it’s okay.” you yawned, your mind going back to what he just said about seeing you here more often.

catching that brought back some bad emotions that you’ve been getting better at concealing these past few days, mostly because the reason why you’ve been hanging around in this place and being cooped inside of it so often than the standard was because you weren’t at jeongguk’s apartment itself, spending these three hours being eaten out or getting fucked or something plainly more enjoyable than napping inside the old organization room.

“by the way,” taehyung went to the worn out corduroy couch, laying down on it while grabbing his cellphone, “guk is going to stop by the convenience store before going here. you want something?”

speaking of the devil; you rolled your eyes. “jeongguk’s going here?”

taehyung was too focused on the message he was typing for him to see exasperation falling on your features. “yep. i’ve been bugging him to tell me what’s with him and soomi. did you see her IG story last saturday?”

“nope.” and i don’t plan to ever fucking do so. i’d be a plain fucking sadist if i were to do that.

“well, have you at least checked our GC? goeun’s been grilling jeongguk to spill.”

i have, but i muted it after seeing soomi’s name for my sanity. “nah, i’ve been too busy these days, sorry.”

“what the hell—just come here and i’ll show you the picture so you’d stop living in a fucking rock.” taehyung sat up properly, patting the space beside him.

you grimaced, your hands already beginning to get clammy at the thought of seeing whatever that picture showed. you have been avoiding the GC and any other social media platform where you and soomi are connected for the reason that you were positive photos of her and jeongguk would be shared (which turned out to be true). and yet here was taehyung, about to waste your efforts by pressuring you to look at them.

“no, it’s fine, the way i’m sitting right now is so comfortable and—”

“____, come on—”

“really, i don’t need to—”

“just hurry here, quickly, quickly—”

you groaned dramatically, muttering with a small pout that you weren’t a dog for him to call you that kind of way, taehyung laughing and jokingly apologizing just as you unwillingly occupied the spot he’s been gesturing for you to take. once there, you gulped and sucked your cheeks in, a poor attempt to make your face as neutral as possible before finally catching a glimpse of the picture.

your fingers on your knees stiffened at what you were looking at. there displayed soomi, smiling, a hand against her chin with the elbow connected to it resting on the table in view—and then there was jeongguk right next to her, smiling too, his eyebrows raised in a goofy manner, his shoulder accommodating a part of soomi’s head while his own slightly leaned down towards hers. the sight was a fucking eye sore—or maybe a tear jerker, considering how everything was starting to hurt and feel heavy that you wouldn’t question it if you suddenly fell on the ground, throwing a fucking tantrum.

“and here’s another one. they went to a karaoke bar alone for fuck’s sake and still jeongguk says they’re just friends.” taehyung chuckled, oblivious to your worsening condition as he swiped his screen to the left and played a short clip.

this one showed just jeongguk singing, the beautiful sound of his voice being heard even with soomi saying a bunch of things you weren’t able to comprehend thanks to your overwhelmed mind. all you were thinking now was that ‘he did that with me too’ and ‘fuck, fuck, fuck’, those two sentences (could the last one even be considered as a sentence? you weren’t sure) playing over and over in your head. but as the video ended, you did manage to concentrate on it for its remaining moments, staring at jeongguk who turned to the soomi’s phone at the last second and laughed, complaining about being filmed cutely.

“they kinda look good together,” taehyung said after the clip finished, amused, “which is totally weird because i never thought—” he stopped mid-sentence when he faced you and saw your head hung low, your hair covering most of his view on your features.

he tilted his head to the side where he could hopefully gain a clearer sight of your face but before he could catch a glimpse or ask about it, you pushed yourself up, coughing and clearing your throat. “sorry, uh, i think i’m about to sneeze.” you rushed to your bag where you had a tiny pack of tissue; he still couldn’t see you, and he didn’t even hear you sneeze, all he was looking at now was your back, watching you blow onto the tissue and walking to the near trashcan to throw it away, only to blow on another clean one that you’ve been holding.

taehyung’s mouth curved downwards. “you okay, ____?”

you finally locked gazes with him, your eyes a bit teary; he wouldn’t have found it weird if it was winter and you were both outside, but the room temperature was reasonable and your fidgeting state only roused his suspicions. “yeah, yeah. don’t worry about it, i’m fine. just been having this, uh, like, random moments of sneezing a lot these days. probably allergic rhinitis. this, this roo—room, is really, really, dusty,” you stammered by the end, chuckling because of the stupidity of it.

“ah…” he trailed, obviously not convinced.

you threw the dirty tissue and returned to your bag, spraying alcohol on your hands. neither of you were speaking for a solid 13 seconds, all that was heard was the zipper of your bag closing and your subtle sniffle, the steps of your feet too as you went to the swivel chair and slumped on it. while all of that was happening, taehyung remained staring at you, however he didn’t pry or asked, one of the qualities you liked about him truth be told. he always knew he should involve himself or not, and judging from your attitude, this wasn’t a good time for him to try find out what was wrong.

“do you want anything from jeongguk?”

you flickered your attention to him from the window. “what?”

“the convenience store, i mean. he’s texting me if i still want something else,” he explained calmly.

“oh,” you dabbed more tissue along the corner of your eyes and cupid’s bow, “no, no. i don’t want anything from him.”

“alright.”

more silence, and this one lasted much longer, until the door opened and it was jeongguk himself who was going inside the campus publication office. you didn’t notice it though for you were far too focused on the youtube video you’ve been distracting yourself with upon the quietness of the room, earphones on both ears, your chair turned around, so you weren’t facing the door—but a sudden cold sensation on your arm ruins your concentration, an earbud falling on your shoulder as you glanced sideways.

it was jeongguk, holding out a cold bottle of chocolate milk from a brand that he knew you loved.

“here,” he said.

you composed yourself.

this might be the lengthiest time you’ve been able to look at him for the past 10 days, and yet the rage that you were expecting to take over you upon this moment didn’t come. just a week ago you were ready to provoke him to fight; just minutes ago were you close to breaking down because of a stupid picture and video; now you were just seemingly numb and tired. you felt pathetic, as you usually did, and fucking stupid for only having this desire to jump on jeongguk and tell him that you weren’t mad anymore, hopefully making him embrace you and keep you close when you do.

you stayed rigid nevertheless. “i didn’t ask you to buy anything.”

“i know. it’s a peace offering.”

you pressed your lips together.

“and a mood booster,” he added with a hint of playfulness, cautious still, repeating what you told him one time.

you frowned, recognizing that this was how he was going to approach the problem, acting like it wasn’t a big deal and gauging your reaction to see if you were willing to do the same. you weren’t a stranger to this method of his since he has pulled this shit a couple of times—but only on minor ones that you weren’t that bothered by to remember and argue with him further. when it came to what happened though? the bigger fight between you two? with him calling what you had was bullshit? well, you weren’t so sure if you were still willing to put it behind the both of you for the sake of your ‘friendship’.

jeongguk’s hand was about drop when you grabbed the bottle, only to put it down on the desk yourself, muttering an insincere thanks and picking up the fallen earbud on your shoulder, placing it back where it belonged and twisting your chair around to get him out of your sight, his so-called peace offering being ignored.

he sighed at the treatment though didn’t push it. he just went to the couch to accompany taehyung.

throughout those remaining minutes of waiting before your phone alarmed to tell you that you should leave to attend your next class and be there on time, you managed to hear some of jeongguk and taehyung’s conversation, technically eavesdropping since for sure you weren’t making it clear that you were part of the discussion for you to have any right to listen to what they were talking about.

“it was just a date,” jeongguk said to taehyung when the latter asked about the IG stories.

“just a date? are you two going again then?” taehyung sounded like he was speaking with his mouth full of food.

“i don’t know.”

“you haven’t asked her?”

“no. she was the one who asked me out in the first place. i just agreed because she seemed nice.”

you lowered the volume of the song playing in your music app.

“you didn’t look so forced to go on a date with her based on the pictures.” taehyung snorted.

“yeah, she’s not that bad.”

“so, why haven’t you asked her out again?”

a long pause and you were no longer playing anything on your phone despite your earphones still being in place. you were holding your breath, anticipating what he was going to say, and praying that it wasn’t going to be anything that would cut your heart up in smaller pieces. you didn’t want to have another reason to be pissed off or hurt for the rest of the day

“i don't know,” jeongguk replied heavily, chewing. “just didn’t feel like it, i guess.”

taehyung laughed out loud at the dumb answer while you closed your eyes, sinking on your chair, being more confused than you already were.

note. sorry for the angst besties,, it just adds more flavor you the plot, ya know? HSJABSJABA

anyways hehe as i was editing this chapter, a song on my playlist came on that might be this episode’s ost !! it’s not part of the official playlist i made for this series but if you wanna become more emotional, listen to kathang-isip by ben&ben ! i swear it hits all the spots 😩 but it’s in filipino so hehe maybe just read the english translations aND YOU WILL UNDERSTAND MY PAIN SJDJSNSJ

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( 07. ) A LOVER’S KISS.

a friends with benefits relationship never ends on a good note. unless, both parties are not dumb fucks who find themselves falling for each other along the way of their agreement, of course.

and in yours and jeongguk’s case, you should have known better than to think the two of you would be an exception to the so-called curse of being friends with benefits with someone you already hold dear to you, since not even five months since it was agreed upon—the line between being only friends and being a little like lovers only continue to get hazier and hazier.

━ jeongguk x reader ━ 3.1k words. ━ 18+ ━ smut | angst | fluff | friends with benefits au | idiots to lovers au | college au | yearning? pining? | ft. swimmer!jeongguk, editor-in-chief!reader (small appearances from swimmer!jimin & associate editor!taehyung) ━ warning/s: swearing

note. no smut for this part, but i’m keeping the rating 18+ and have the smut label above since this drabble series overall isn’t suitable for minors !!

[ chapter index. ]

EPISODE 07. the one with the fever !

jeongguk shouldn’t have come.

he shouldn’t have went to his uncle’s restaurant and asked his auntie, the main cook, to hopefully serve him some rice porridge for take-out; he shouldn’t have looked too concerned when goeun mentioned earlier that day that you skipped the rest of your classes because of your ongoing fever, only attending the first one and ending up in the clinic when you could barely keep your head high inside the classroom; and most importantly, he shouldn’t have skipped swimming training this afternoon just to rush to your apartment and see how you were doing—because when it came to you and him, it was still practically hopeless.

you haven’t been talking to him or regarding his presence as anything significant for that matter. the only time you did, it was only to relay messages from taehyung or haru, or maybe even just regarding the varsity swim team—but then you started doing that more with jimin too, hanging around the university pool to talk to yebin and jimin and never him. when he had the balls to confront you about it, asking why you were still cold towards him when it’s been three weeks now since the fight happened, when he’s been frankly trying to patch things up with you, you only gave him a look and said, “i have no reason to talk to you, jeongguk, that’s why. i’m not avoiding you.”

“are we not friends anymore?”

“we are,” you said, your face softening for a short while, “but i don’t think we can be as close as we were.”

he knew what that meant, of course. by not being as close as you were, you meant that the both of you won’t be fucking around anymore. that was already a given though, it was already understood by jeongguk the moment he was crazy enough to agree to have a date with soomi, but hearing you confirm that felt like a nail in the coffin somehow. he had to control his features when you told him that, acting like he was okay because after all, it was him who apparently ‘threw you out of the curb’ and he should just at least accept that it was his doing that led to this.

so, yeah, jeongguk shouldn’t really have come to your apartment at this instance. it was him who said it too, you weren’t his girlfriend, yet why couldn’t he stop himself from being restless until he visited you and made sure you weren’t as bad as goeun expressed in the GC? he knew how you were with sickness; you loathed it, but ironically took care of that sickness by not doing anything that would help you feel better. hence why you probably still went to that class earlier despite being well aware you were having a fever.

with a sigh, he rang the doorbell and knocked twice after, waiting for you to open it where he’ll have to face you and explain this whole gesture he was doing in case you’d call him out for it.

“____?” he called when it’s been taking longer than usual. “it’s me. open up.”

you pulled the door open and emerged at the other side the second he said that. jeongguk’s gaze fell on you, his forehead wrinkling at the sight of your obviously tired appearance. you were wearing blue pajama bottoms and a white tank top, a considerably revealing outfit but what has jeongguk hasn’t seen at this point for you to care? “sorry,” you weakly said, indeed unconcerned about your assemble, “for taking long. uh, what are you—”

“can i come in?”

you met his eyes and frowned. “why are you here?”

“do you really have to ask that?”

“well, yeah. you have training this afternoon.”

“you know?”

“it hasn’t been long, jeongguk.” you snorted, swinging the door wider then and walking back inside your studio apartment, heading to the bed again while jeongguk followed behind you, though instead of going to the bed as well, he went straight to your kitchen.

“i bought rice porridge.”

you sighed, laying down. “thanks.”

“you want to eat it right now?”

“i can eat it after you leave.”

“i’m not leaving until you eat it.”

“because?”

“because you wouldn’t eat it then,” he said, glancing at you to see that you were glaring at him. “what? it hasn’t been that long for me too. i’m positive that you’re not going to get up on that bed except when you have to pee.”

you rolled your eyes. “so what? i’m feeling better than earlier. i just need to sleep this one in.”

“have you drank some medicine for that?”

“yeah.”

“how many hours ago?”

“i’m not sure.”

“why are you not sure? aren’t you keeping track?”

“no.”

“how come?”

“because i was attempting to fucking sleep rather than make a timetable, to be honest.”

“well, can you try remembering—”

“jeongguk, stop acting like my mom—you’re making my head hurt worse than it does.” you groaned.

he ignored the way you called him jeongguk, the most annoying thing you’ve uttered in that sentence aside from pettily comparing him to your mom. it has been like that since three weeks ago, ever since that stupid argument at the coffee shop happened—and if he hasn’t made it apparent enough, he fucking hated it. it created a distance between the both of you that you clearly knew because you never called him jeongguk except when you were serious. you always called him guk even before you were fuck buddies, then an occasional baby or babe when it came to bed. don’t get him wrong though, jeongguk always liked the name his parents gave him, but he just didn’t like how it always came out of your lips because of bitterness.

“i’ll stop acting like your mom when you stop acting like a fucking kid,” he answered after a few seconds, too concentrated on transfering the take-out in one of your ceramic bowls to quip that back quickly. he carried on lifting the bowl carefully out of the counter and walking towards you, placing it on your bedside table, the closest flat surface he could spot. “now, come on, just eat.”

you massaged your temples with one hand, your head facing the roof. “can you just leave first?”

“you really want to get rid of me that much?”

“you’re not supposed to be here.” you told him frustratingly. “you’re not—we’re not—it’s just different now, okay? you can’t do this type of shit.”

“why? ‘cause i’m with soomi? me and her are not even exclusive.”

“does she know that? or are you just deciding things on your own again?”

“three dates,” he said with a grit of his teeth, “three fucking dates—that’s all that has happened so far.”

“oh, so there really was a third date?” you flashed your eyes to him, irritated. “have you kissed her?”

“does it matter?”

“no.”

“then you don’t need to know.”

“you did kiss her, did you?” you said with a scoff; you continued moving your thumb and middle finger on your temples, easing the headache away as you returned staring at anywhere but his face. “i bet you already fucked her too.”

jeongguk gave you an exasperated look. he couldn’t believe that even sick like this, you really still had to go use some of your remaining strength in arguing with him. the fact that it was as stupid as whether he and soomi fucked was further pissing him off. “i came here to check if you were okay, not to start a fight with you again.”

“i’m fine, i already told you.”

“what did you have for lunch?”

“stop asking and leave.”

“did you just eat instant noodles?”

“it’s none of your—”

“try to remember when you last took medicine so we can see if you can take it again.”

you shut your eyes, giving up in arguing for every word you said took a toll on your worsening headache, the hand rubbing your head eventually covering entirely what’s above your nose, your palm spread over it. you took even deep breaths, each breath escaping your mouth as a loud gust of air, and jeongguk couldn’t stop himself from suddenly reaching forward to gently remove your hand to replace it with his own, your said hand laying down on your stomach as you stared at him.

“you’re burning,” he whispered.

you grabbed his wrist and placed it away from your face, caving in. “i think i took the paracetamol after goeun left.”

“which was this morning?”

you nodded.

“and you didn’t take one again after that?”

“no.”

“____,” he sighed, disappointed, “and you expect me to leave you alone?”

“i’m fine,” you defended one last time, “i know i just need to sleep this one out and i’ll be good as new when i wake up.”

jeongguk abruptly sat down on the space next to you and you narrowed your eyes on him, more so when he grabbed one of your pillows that was by the foot of the bed and put it on his lap, sitting cross-legged. if that wasn’t strange to you enough, he really had to reach for your bowl of rice porridge, using the previous pillow as some kind of support, grabbing the spoon to stir it around the deep dish.

“eat this and drink your medicine after.”

“jeongguk—”

“do you want me to feed you?” he dryly asked. “because you know i’ll do that just to get you eating.”

you grimaced, sighing for the nth time this afternoon, and slowly sat up, a wave of dizziness conquering your vision for a second or two that stopped you and had you wincing. it made him return the bowl to the bedside table and assist you in sitting up first, soon passing the pillow from his lap to yours once you were settled and handing you the porridge so that you could start eating at last.

“did your auntie make this?” you asked after three scoops.

jeongguk stood up, intending to find your medicine and get you a glass of water as well. “yeah.”

he found the paracetamol tablets on the kitchen counter easily, still inside a paper bag with a receipt from the pharmacy he’s assuming where goeun bought it. he poured water from one of your pitches inside the fridge to a glass, and went back to place all of them to your very useful bedside table today, comfortably waiting then on the spot he took minutes ago, cross-legged again with his palms pressed down on the mattress beside him.

“make sure those socks are clean,” you muttered, nodding at his toe socks.

he smiled a bit. hearing that line from you after so long felt nice. “they are, don’t worry.”

while you were busy finishing your meal, jeongguk began composing a text message to his coach excusing his absence for today’s training, reasoning that there was an emergency that he had to attend to. before pushing the send button though, he pursed his lips at the consequences he’d have to surely face tomorrow, his guess being that he was going to be required to run more laps than his teammates for their daily morning run at the tracking field until his legs officially turned jelly.

glancing at you to see that you were maybe two scoops away from already finishing the porridge however, jeongguk thought that the punishment he was bound to experience was worth it if it meant you were going to feel better after his visit—or greater yet, if you and him would be back to being friendly with one another after this day too. he knew that the latter one might have been his goal all along in going here, since he’s genuinely convinced that if he has to go one more week of being treated like this by you, he was going to throw an embarrassing fit.

“thanks,” you muttered as you swallowed your last spoonful of porridge, jeongguk stealing the empty bowl from your grasp to place it momentarily on the near table, offering you the medicine and the glass of water next. you told him your thanks again, and allowed him to take it away from you when you were done while grabbing the bowl to bring all of them to the sink, doing the honors of washing them as well.

jeongguk was seriously supposed to leave after he did that; he was supposed to deem what he did for you as sufficient. but as he set down the bowl in the dish rack, glancing at you to see that you were still sitting, perhaps because you just ate, and was adjusting the blankets covering half of your body, jeongguk just couldn’t tell himself to stop here before everything became a bit too much. he was just so worried—he didn’t want you out of his sight until you were at least 99% fine. he was fucking mad at himself for being this way.

“how are you feeling?” he asked, returning to his place.

you yawned. “okay.”

“better?”

“kind of.”

he smiled and touched your forehead with the back of his hand, checking again if there was any progress. “i should have bought you a cooling patch before going here.”

“jeongguk…” you wrapped your fingers around his wrist like earlier, lowering it down too, but this time, you didn’t let go as quickly as you did, “does soomi know you’re here?”

he furrowed his brows. “why should she?”

“i have no energy to explain something to you that you already know.”

“i told you—we’re not exclusive.”

“still...”

“still, what?”

“you’re dating her,” you said, “and we’re… well, i’m just assuming she doesn’t know that—that we used to—”

“she doesn’t have to know that.”

“what?” it was your turn to furrow your eyebrows at him. “you should tell her that at least for her to be—”

“i’m not serious about her, ____. she’s not someone i see myself calling my girlfriend.”

“then why keep dating her?”

he shrugged. it was his go-to action these days whenever he was questioned about anything soomi related. “i don’t know.” that was his go-to answer too. “i just don’t know how to reject her.”

you scoffed. “don’t break her heart. if you really don't like soomi, don’t let her invest more feelings in you.”

“like you care about soomi like that.”

“it’s just common sense, okay? it sucks to be led on.”

there it was again, the bitterness, the same vibe jeongguk would get whenever you spoke the entirety of his first name to him. “have you ever felt i led you on?” he asked.

he tried being cautious but it was just no use at your current state with one another. a lot has already happened ever since he agreed to go on a date with soomi; he already felt tons of emotions that he knew he wasn’t supposed to feel for someone who’s only just a friend—yet he always pushed them away, because even though he wanted to believe that maybe the reason why you’ve been behaving so indifferent with him was because you were feeling the exact emotions he was going through as well, he also knew he wasn’t ready to confront them, didn’t know what to do with that information if ever you confirmed his suspicions. jeongguk has always been vocal about it to absolutely everyone, but really, he just didn’t know if he was set to be in a serious relationship, especially if it was going to be with you.

he was already just… just ridiculously attached to you. you were too familiar to him; you were someone he wanted to stick around him and constantly be in his vicinity for a long time. you already established a special place in his life even as just one of his closest peers, and he was afraid that if you and him were to date, inevitably enlarging that spot of yours much more than it is, the heartbreak would be a million times worse in the end if things didn’t go as smoothly as he liked. it was a stupid assumption and a typical one that is; however, jeongguk truly didn’t think he was prepared for that anytime soon.

“what do you think?” you unlatched your fingers from his wrist.

he frowned. “i think we’ve always been clear on where we stand.”

your mouth curved upwards for a bit, your eyes on the other hand appearing melancholic. “fuck buddies?”

“friends,” he corrected. “you know you’re one of my best ones, right?”

“i always had a hunch.”

“you are. and fuck, you’ve been really killing me, treating me like this.”

your lips twitched once more. “you started it. do you know how much you hurt me?”

“i know,” he said, moving his gaze down, “and i’m sorry. i should have been more sensitive. our set-up is already complicated—i shouldn’t have made it messier.”

you crossed your arms, hugging yourself, a hand fiddling with the material of your top. “sorry too. for overreacting. i knew i had no right to be so mad like this.”

“it’s okay. you wouldn’t have reacted like that if i didn’t rile you up.”

“did you do that on purpose?”

“no,” he chuckled halfheartedly, “i was just mad as well… about other things. ridiculous things.”

“which were?”

“i’ll tell you in another day.”

you rolled your eyes, snorting. “okay.”

jeongguk stared at you, eyes shifting all over your features briskly, this yearning expression displayed on his own. without holding back, he abruptly blurted out a confession that had you blinking, surprised yet at the same time, expecting it. “i miss you so much,” he said. “would you let me hold you just this time?”

too honest, that’s what he was, though miraculously, you didn’t become angry at his statement. you just turned away from his face as you pushed yourself forward from leaning on the headboard, scooting down lower and getting yourself in a comfortable position on your bed.

“friends are allowed to cuddle, right?” you said, pulling your blanket to your side, an obvious invitation.

jeongguk no longer questioned it or pretended not to be eager, only rapidly crawling closer to you, sliding an arm behind your shoulders, the sensation of your utterly warm body because of the fever oddly consoling him that he still welcomed it with a tight embrace, letting out a shaky exhale when he actually felt your arms encircle his torso, your cheek pressing on his chest. he hugged you tightly, whispering that he missed you again, and you just nodded, confessing that you appreciate him for coming today despite his busy schedule.

“are we okay now?” he murmured against your hair, inhaling and getting a whiff of your familiar scent, relaxing him.

the tip of your nose touched his adam’s apple. “yeah.”

you ended up asleep in his arms that afternoon. he tried napping with you, but couldn’t, because he kept on thinking of one thing over and over again for him to be truly at peace.

he was going to try telling soomi first thing tomorrow that he wanted out.

note. they’re fiNALLY OKAY AND WE HAD A CHANCE TO SEE MORE OF JK’S PERSPECTIVE ABOUT THE WHOLE THING NOW BUT AS WE CAN SEE,,, THERE ARE STILL THINGS LEFT UNSAID !!!!!!!!! we still have nine more chapters to go sO DEFINITELY A LOT ARE STILL WAITING TO HAPPEN HDJSHDJHSJDHJ

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pls the way i'm screaming over them they are so in love ..the future angst i'm so not ready.... it's gonna be heartbreaking 😭 can't wait!! i think about alk on the daily so so good 🥺

( 08. ) A LOVER’S KISS.

a friends with benefits relationship never ends on a good note. unless, both parties are not dumb fucks who find themselves falling for each other along the way of their agreement, of course.

and in yours and jeongguk’s case, you should have known better than to think the two of you would be an exception to the so-called curse of being friends with benefits with someone you already hold dear to you, since not even five months since it was agreed upon—the line between being only friends and being a little like lovers only continue to get hazier and hazier.

━ jeongguk x reader ━ 3.5k words. ━ 18+ ━ smut | angst | fluff | friends with benefits au | idiots to lovers au | college au | yearning? pining? | ft. swimmer!jeongguk, editor-in-chief!reader (small appearances from swimmer!jimin & associate editor!taehyung) ━ warning/s: swearing | explicit sexual content | vulgar speech | has the feel of infidelity but,, it's not really infidelity since jk and soomi aren't exclusive | heavy petting | slight sub!jk | kinda exhibitionism?? but like only 5% | oral but not really too lmao

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EPISODE 08. the one with the end of an era !

you could tell that there was something wrong the minute you stepped inside the lecture hall yesterday morning, murmurs coming from the left side of the room particularly bothering you, most especially because it consisted of soomi and her closest friends doing those said things. it wasn’t like they were staring at you and obviously talking about you, however; they were just so fucking loud for people who were apparently trying to be quiet, and when you dared to glance at their direction after setting your things on your table, you saw soomi obviously devastated about something that you didn’t want to dwell on since you honestly didn’t care.

then oddly enough, this morning, she and her friends were still doing the exact same thing, only this time you were pretty sure that they were now staring and obviously talking about you, their heads turned to your direction while soomi was taking all of her liberty glaring at your face. you didn’t need to glance at her to be sure of that, so you spent the entire period and every class that you shared with her pretending that you didn’t notice it or at least wasn’t bothered by it—when deep down, hell fucking yes you were.

soomi’s been clinging onto you for the past couple of days, talking to you more when the professor still wasn’t around and blatantly sucking up all the information she could get about jeongguk during those excruciatingly long minutes. you always entertained them, of course, just to honestly get her off your back. it was already fucking torture enough to hear rumors about soomi and jeongguk circulating around the campus; already an absolute tearjerker like you said to yourself whenever you’d see some posts made by soomi about them on instagram and twitter. but the worst part of it all? it was exactly what you’d do whenever soomi tried to be close to you: acting fine and breezy and happy for them, not bitter nor angry nor fucking frustrated like what you truly felt.

when your last class was done, only having three courses scheduled for this day, you subtly waited and tested if soomi was going to approach you, perhaps speaking her mind to give you an insight about her odd behavior to you since earlier. from what you were positive of, she’s been insisting that the two of you were close friends now thanks to her dating jeongguk. she tried so hard to get along with you for the sake of maybe getting along with jeongguk more too—that you considered it strange now that she was seemingly repulsed by your existence, her eyes still sending daggers right your way as she left the lecture hall with her friends, avoiding you instead of reaching out to you like she’d always do.

you had the nerve to chuckle in amusement at her showcase of attitude, rolling your eyes and heading to the campus publication office to meet with haru who wanted to run over an article with you.

you were 99% sure now that it was about jeongguk thanks to what soomi just displayed right there. it has been four days since the both of you made up and this was only the second day you saw soomi after it happened. the day after he took care of you, you didn’t have any classes—even if you did, jeongguk kept telling you to skip them since your fever wasn’t going down as rapidly as you hoped—and then the day after that, that was when soomi was looking like the world was doing nothing but raining down shit on her. you had your suspicions that it was about the guy you both conveniently liked (sarcasm intended) since after jeongguk left you at your apartment, he stalled for a few seconds and disclosed something that admittedly made your heart skip a beat.

“i’m going to end it with soomi,” he said.

you folded your hands together, placing them on your lap as you reclined yourself on the bed. you made your face as casual as possible, but you knew jeongguk could notice that you were pleased. “oh?”

“you’re right. there’s no use in dragging this for so long when i don’t even find myself seriously liking her.” he chuckled.

“it’s only been a few days though,” you quietly reasoned, another lame attempt to hide your true feelings, “you sure you’re never going to like her?”

“i’m sure,” he answered without even contemplating it.

“why?”

jeongguk looked at you before standing up, giving your forehead one last touch to see if it wasn’t as hot as hours ago. “i just do. make sure to drink your medicine later, alright?”

you rolled your eyes at the smooth topic change but nodded.

now, it has indeed been four days. you didn’t really hold onto jeongguk’s statement on breaking it off with soomi because the more you thought about it, the more impatient you knew you were going to be. but with how today’s agenda seemed to be hating your guts according to soomi, you’re a bit positive that jeongguk finally done it. however, you didn’t want to act too cool or too happy for that matter. it wasn’t like just because he wasn’t going around and having dates with soomi—he was going to go back to you (or date you, specifically).

arriving at the office, you had to halt because of the sight of haru and jeongguk sitting on the couch, talking about a basketball game that was broadcasted yesterday, both of their heads spinning towards you in return. you smiled, a confused and amused smile at the same time, and carried on trudging inside, closing the door behind you.

“if you’re going to be here all the time, might as well be a member, guk,” you said jokingly, going to the main desk.

jeongguk grinned at you. “i could, but i’m afraid you’ll get tired of me by then. we can’t have that, can we?”

you sent him a look, alarmed for his rather flirtatious comment but haru didn’t seem to mind it, just walking towards you to go forth with what he wanted to discuss.

“how was your day, chief?” haru started as he pushed one of the swivel chairs closer to your desk.

you smiled at him. “great so far. you?”

“amazing now that—”

“i’m doing great too.” jeongguk piped in and you glanced at him, a chuckle inevitably escaping your mouth, haru’s too at the obvious intrusion done on purpose. “what? you guys are the only ones allowed to talk about their days?”

“don’t you have somewhere to be?” you asked him, your head tilting and tone teasing still.

“not really.”

“you don’t have training?” haru asked.

jeongguk shook his head. “not for this afternoon.”

“you have an upcoming tournament though,” you said.

“i do, but i don’t have training for this afternoon like i mentioned. actually, i only stopped by because i’ve been meaning to talk to you about something.”

“me?” you feigned naivety.

“yeah, just about some written stuff i’m going to work on for a class as usual.”

you raised your eyebrows. that statement of his was a statement you were very aware had a hidden meaning since it was what jeongguk always said whenever he wanted you and him to go someplace alone, but was in the presence of others who didn’t know about the both of you. and from how jeongguk was smirking at you while haru was opening his laptop to present you a word file, it was evident that he knew exactly what he was implicating.

so for the rest of the minutes that followed, with you and haru discussing something related about the next issue of the campus paper, and jeongguk playing a mobile game with his phone, you seriously couldn’t concentrate well, this irritating giddiness surging in every part of your body. your knee kept on bouncing, your heart kept on hammering, and your hands were clammy as fuck—not to mention your eyes that kept on also flickering to jeongguk’s way, jeongguk glancing back with a smile whenever you did.

at long last, haru finished talking to you after almost an hour and expressed his farewells quickly afterwards, saying that he still had a class for the afternoon until the evening that clearly needed attending. you nodded, patted his back, and watched as he slipped out of the office with a final wave to you and jeongguk, the latter standing up from the couch once your common close friend was away.

you narrowed your eyes to jeongguk as he approached you, perching himself on the desk while you leaned back on your seat. “do you seriously have something to tell me?” you started.

“do i?” there was a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“you just want to get in my pants, don’t you?”

jeongguk snorted. “you always think so lowly of me.”

“don’t you?”

“that’s not the point.”

you laughed, mouthing an ‘ahhh’ mockingly before going ahead and taking your planner back inside your bag. as you did that, jeongguk smiled again and cheekily pulled your swivel chair closer to him, perfectly situating you between his knees. you looked at him in disbelief, taking a cautious glance at the door and back at him.

“i ended it with soomi,” he said.

you had to control your features at the news. “really?”

“yep,” he placed his other leg underneath the chair, locking you in place in case you’d think of dragging yourself away, “and she was actually the one who dumped me.”

“what?”

“well, i still proposed the idea of just ending it—she wouldn’t accept it at first, and insisted that there might be something real between us. so, i felt really bad, agreed to go on a date with her one more time—” he saw you roll your eyes, scoffing too (you had a feeling jeongguk would do that; it might not be obvious to some but jeongguk really had a hard time saying no)— “just to see, you know? but then apparently her idea of proving our so-called connection was having sex with me.”

you scoffed again, enraged by the idea of them having sex and soomi thinking that was going to solve it. “and? did you sleep with her?”

“do you want me to be honest?”

“oh my god—”

“let me finish,” he cut you off immediately and you crossed your arms, “because i swear you’re going to be fucking flattered after i finish telling the story.”

“in what fucking way will i be flattered in a story that involves you and soomi having sex?”

“____, let me finish.”

“no, i don’t want to hear disgusting details about you and—”

“i said, let me—”

“no, no, no, i’m not listening, tell that story to anyone else, just not—”

“i said your name while she was sucking my dick.”

your next complaint gets stuck in your throat as you paused, blinking, and glaring at him in utter confusion. “what?”

“i said your name while—”

“i heard you—i mean, how—why—why the fuck would you—”

“oh, i don’t know, ____, maybe it’s because you’re the only person who’s been fucking doing it for the past months and it became a reflex at this point,” he mocked.

you laughed, but the second you did, you covered your mouth and pressed your lips together. “are you serious?”

“why would i lie about this?”

“to get on my good side.”

“i’d use other means to get on your good side. specifically means that doesn’t involve me looking like a pervert or some shit.”

“how did soomi react?”

“violently.” jeongguk shrugged. “she accused the two of us with a bunch of ridiculous things—like how we’ve been making her a fool and plotting everything to make fun of her or something. i had to clarify a bunch of times that what i did was only a mistake, saying that we talked earlier and your name just slipped out of my tongue without meaning to, because i was afraid she’d start attacking you too if i didn’t get that out there.”

“well, she did keep on looking like she wanted to kill me all day.”

“did she? i swear i already apologized like a hundred times last night.”

“you don’t get over things like that through apologies, guk. if i was sucking someone’s dick and heard a name other than mine, i’d be fucking pissed too.” you snorted.

“i honestly said your name without thinking.”

you leaned back again on your seat, staring up at him. “does that mean she was good? i mean, you were obviously meaning to moan during that time when you accidentally said my name.”

jeongguk raised an eyebrow. “i thought you didn’t want to know the details?”

“i’m curious about this one.”

he sighed, his gaze falling down where his legs were still keeping you hostage. “i’m a dude, ____. and it’s been considerably long since i had my dick wet.” he chuckled humorlessly.

“so, you liked it, is that what you mean to say?”

“no. it was different obviously—but she got me hard, i’m not going to lie to you.”

“you don’t need to explain. it was just one question.” you gently pushed his knees to propel yourself away from his makeshift cage, standing up and returning to your task earlier, which was shoving your things back inside your bag.

jeongguk looked at you. “should i have just told a little white lie about that?”

“no, guk, don’t be ridiculous.”

“but i’m getting a feeling that you’re mad at me.”

you glanced at him. “why would i be mad at you?”

“because she still got me hard?” he persisted.

“that’s stupid. it’s not like… it’s not like i should have any right to be mad, you know?”

“of course.” he frowned.

“and besides,” you said calmly, making sure you already zipped your bag close before abruptly going back to your spot earlier, your passive aggressiveness getting the best of you as jeongguk bore a surprised expression but didn’t dare question it, scared that you’d walk away, “how could i be mad when i still got you saying my name while being sucked by someone else?”

he inhaled sharply, a soft ‘oh?’ being let out at the sensation of your hand rubbing along the front of his pants.

you may have a competitive streak within you, you weren’t going to deny that. however, you weren’t just competitive about every other thing in the whole world—you only were with things you cared about, and obviously, hearing that soomi still got jeongguk hard frankly pissed you off despite the whole thought not being a big deal in the first place. it was no secret how men didn’t have any control sometimes on the instances they get hard or not, so you couldn’t blame jeongguk; you appreciated his honesty even, but that didn’t mean you were in any aspect pleased to hear it. you didn’t want to be possessive, or jealous, or whatever else you haven’t been good at being—truth be told—since the both of them began dating, yet that didn’t mean either that you didn’t want to finally act on it just this once.

“do you want me to stop?” you asked nonchalantly, pulling his zipper down to grab him through his boxers.

jeongguk glanced below and saw your fingers fondle with his clothed length. “never.”

you chuckled under your breath, continuing with your ministrations, his shaft definitely hardening at each of your strokes. it made you feel better about yourself, helped you forget about your admittedly bruised ego at his confession, especially when it hasn’t been that long since you’ve been touching him that precum was already leaking from his tip, a wet spot showing itself on his undergarment.

upon the sight, you took a quick glance again at the door and brought his dick out, the gesture possibly drawing out another inch from him as jeongguk bit his lip, entranced now at the way your small hand was gripping his growing cock, your palm toying with the head before you abruptly spat on your palm and brought it back against it, humming in satisfaction. he unconsciously leaned his head towards your shoulder, slow and shaky breaths being taken still, his own fingers gripping the edge of the table he was sitting on tightly.

“faster, baby,” he said with a grunt.

“you actually want to come here?” you smirked, giving into his request, jeongguk blowing a loud gust of air out.

he nodded. “it’s been too long.”

“why? haven’t you been touching yourself?”

“not the same,” he tried to conceal his moan with another grunt, “it’s better—always better when you do it.”

“is that why you said my name while soomi was sucking you, guk?” you asked, your hand squeezing him. “have you been touching yourself with the thought of me?”

“fuck, yes, babe—baby, i have. i fucking have.” jeongguk allowed himself to moan then, kissing your neck to try not to do it again, his little sounds of pleasure turning you on.

you smiled and jerked him hurriedly, not really planning to delay his orgasm for you were in a public setting after all. for all you know, someone could suddenly walk in and see you giving jeon jeongguk a handjob. you weren’t going to act chaste and say that the idea bothered you however; this whole thing you two were doing at the moment gave a certain thrill that you certainly liked to experience from time to time. if ever someone would really catch you giving jeongguk a handjob, it wasn’t just that that they were going to catch—they were also going to see jeongguk ceaselessly planting wet kisses on your throat, seemingly so lost in bliss, that you bet he wouldn’t even notice it if a person opens the door and gasps dramatically at what they were witnessing.

“gonna come—” he whispered in harsh breaths—“holy shit, gonna come, baby, gonna come, i’m gonna come—” he kept on repeating over and over again and with one last effort to possibly hide what just happened in this office, you hastily went down on your knees and let him blow his thick load inside your mouth, jeongguk groaning and holding the back of your head while you continuously moved your hand rapidly along his shaft, milking him, and gulping down his cum roughly.

you pulled away once he became soft, licking your lips and reaching out for your handkerchief laying on top of the table to remove the excess mess on your mouth. jeongguk was quick to haul his dick back inside his boxers too, realizing the risk of this situation, zipping his pants close while you searched for the mint tin inside your bag, popping a mint in and chewing, your eyes soon flickering to jeongguk who was grinning at you, appearing like a boy who just won the lottery.

“what?” you asked him, a smile conquering your features too, jeongguk pulling you towards him.

he chuckled, returning to his actions earlier, littering kisses on your neck. “let’s go to my place. i’ll return the favor.”

you bit your lip. there were a thousand reasons why you shouldn’t agree to his offer. for starters, it hasn’t even been 24 hours since jeongguk stopped dating soomi, and you shouldn’t have been so quick in jumping back in his arms the second he cut out all possible romantic relations with her. you were still hurt from everything that happened during this whole time of not knowing where you stand with jeongguk despite clearing it up with him the other day; in this month alone, you think you’ve gone through so much heartbreak than you have in your whole life, a claim that should have you saying no in going to his place to sleep with him again—but you already started it, haven’t you? you already made it seem like you were willing to put the past behind you and fuck with him again like nothing bad ever happened.

you were a goddamn stinking idiot. yet if being an idiot and a fucking fool was what it had to take to be with jeongguk, you were still an idiot to think that it was somehow worth it, too deep in what you felt for him that you couldn’t think of the consequences of your decisions or bring yourself to care.

“okay,” you said.

jeongguk leaned his head back, squinting his eyes at you in suspicion. “just okay? no playing hard to get?”

“it’d be pointless considering how i just swallowed your cum, guk,” you joked.

he grinned and kissed the corner of your mouth, awfully close to your lips, “alright, let’s get going then. wouldn’t want to keep you waiting.” he hopped off the table.

“are you sure i’m the only one anticipating it?”

jeongguk laughed, taking his backpack from the couch. he outstretched his hand as you slinged your bag over your shoulder—and you knew that even if you had to let it go once you pass through other people towards your way out of the campus, in order not to bring attention to yourselves or reveal your most precious secret, you still grasped it without hesitation, smiling.

fucking hell. this thing is going to bite you back in the ass again, isn’t it?

note. i have mixed feelings about the semi-smut we got in this chapter shdjhsdj,, on one hand i love it, on the other i feel like it’s so cringe and like,, doesnt make sense AHSJAJSDSHJDHSJ BUT I LOVE IT NONETHELESS SO I HOPE YALL ENJOYED THAT TOO? JDHSJD we are officially having our commercial break before the angst starts again folks,,

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this was so cute :((

Could you do one for Jungkook in which his s/o is finally back from the states from her ph.d program and they haven’t seen each other in 2 years bc of the pandemic? And the first thing he says to her is “move in with me”. Thank you in advance!

Sure thing! Let’s kick off Fluff Night correctly 🌸✨🌸✨🌸✨🌸✨

Jungkook x Reader (f)

Word Count: 632

Warnings: None

With You

You hum to yourself, eyes gazing out as you ride the elevator up. It had been so long since you were in Seoul, having spent a good portion of the last few years in North America to study for your PhD. It was worth it of course, but the pandemic hit hard and seeing your boyfriend was a no go.

You had just got in earlier today, choosing first to take all of your stuff back to your apartment. You decided to keep it early on, thinking that you would be able to come home and visit every once in a while. Thankfully it hadn’t collected too much dust as Jungkook couldn’t erred to check up on it every once in a while.

The elevator sings and brings you out of your thoughts, a huge grin coming to your face. You practically run down the hallway in excitement, coming to the door of Jungkook’s apartment. Pulling out the key he gave you all that time ago, you unlock the door and go to step in.

“Kookie?!” You call out excitedly, opening the door fully to his apartment. He warned you that he might be late due to his schedule, but you assured you’d be as his place as soon as possible anyway. It’s already been 2 or so years, you don’t want to late any longer.

Hearing a thump from his bedroom, you just manage to take our shoes off before he’s running down the hallway and barreling into you. Shrill giggles leave your lips as he picks you up and spins you around, hugging you close to him.

He kisses you desperately not long after, wrapping his hands around the back of your neck. You feel overwhelmed with emotions, grasping at his shirt as you lean into him just as desperately. Two years is a long time to not see the love of your life.

“Move in with me.” You blink up at him, not actually too surprised with the request. In the time you’ve been apart, he’s brought up more than once not wanting to be far from you ever again. You can’t blame him either, chest having ached constantly from how far apart you were.

“Okay.” You agree without much thought, knowing both of you would be super happy with the development. It’s not like you don’t stay with each other most of the time anyway when you can find the time.

You gaze up at him, awestruck with how long it’s actually been. His hair is on the longer side, he’s got an eyebrow piercing, and his arm is completely full of tattoos. You’d seen pictures of course, but nothing compared to the real thing.

You had both tried your best to keep each other updated on your lives, although it was hard with how busy each of you could get. You had been distraught initially, knowing that you’d miss out on a lot of inner thoughts and feelings, but you had to go nonetheless.

He rouses you out of your thoughts as this time when he brings you to him, he’s lifting you off the floor, face buried in the crook of his neck as he rocks back and forth. You wrap your legs around his waist quietly and give him small kisses on his head.

“I missed you a lot Jungkook. I’m so happy to be home.” Your hear a little sniffle before he tilts his head back to look at you. His eyes are glassy and bright but he has the biggest smile on his face. He’s always been one to show his feelings, and you’re happy to see how giddy he looks.

“I missed you too, so much. Let’s never leave each other for that long again. Now, tell me all about your trip!”

The Butterfly Tattoo ~ Jeon Jungkook

You raced around the hotel room as you tried to throw your suitcase together as you prepared to travel with Jungkook and the rest of the boys on the next leg of the tour. With your alarm failing to go off, you were far behind, with Jungkook throwing his case together too.

Once you had all of your belongings, you pulled out an outfit to wear on the coach, knowing that you couldn’t stay in your pyjamas forever. Whilst Jungkook busied himself, you looked at your reflection in the mirror, letting go of a sigh as you tried to get prepared.

You stripped yourself of your shorts first, changing into a pair of loose-fitting trousers that would give you plenty of comfort for the hours you’d spend sitting on the bus with little to do, settling the waistband comfortably.

And then you discarded your pyjama shirt, throwing it away with little focus as you grabbed your fresh shirt. You were oblivious to your shirt as it landed in front of Jungkook, catching his attention. His hand reached forward to take it, looking up to you.

“Oh, wow.”

Your body turned back in response to the sound of Jungkook’s voice, noticing your shirt in his hand. “Sorry,” you smiled, throwing your shirt over your head before taking your old one out of his hand.

“No, don’t worry about the shirt,” he breathed, continuing to stare at the small of your back despite the material that now covered what had originally caught his attention.

Your eyes continued to watch over him as you folded up your shirt to place into your suitcase. “What are you looking at?” You asked once you were finished, still feeling his eyes watching over you as you had a look for yourself to see what he was focused on.

“How come you never told me that you have a tattoo?”

Your hand instantly went to the small of your back, pressing your shirt against where your tattoo was. Jungkook’s head shook as he extended his hand out, taking a hold of your hand to pull you back so you were stood directly in front of it.

“Do you not want me to see it?”

Your head shook as you looked behind your back to him, “it’s not that I don’t want you to see it, I just never imagined that this would be the way that you’d find out.”

“Can I have a look at it? Or a proper look at least.”

Your arm dropped to your side, giving Jungkook the answer as he let go of you to take a hold of the hem of your shirt. Jungkook slowly lifted it up to reveal the inking that you had on the small of your back, a delicate butterfly that you had tattooed several years ago.

“What made you get this?” Jungkook asked as his eyes glossed over the delicate details that your tattoo possessed. It was a stark comparison to some of the stronger tattoos that Jungkook wore but captured his attention just as much.

A smile graced you as you recalled the memory, “it was friendship tattoo I got with a few friends when we left college.”

“It’s beautiful,” Jungkook complimented, brushing the pad of his thumb over it, “did all of your friends get the exact same one?”

“If you look closely at the wings, you can see that they’re different colours,” you informed him as he leant in to take a look at the colour, “like you all have different colours as idols, we all got different colours for our friendship group.”

As he studied your tattoo closely, Jungkook could see the faint shade of purple that was in between the wings of your butterfly, almost as if the colour of your tattoo was meant to be.

“I have a song called Butterfly too.”

“I’ve heard it,” you smiled, continuing to look down at Jungkook as his free hand rested against your hip, keeping you in position. “One of my friends actually sung it when we were getting the tattoo done, you know the one who screamed in your face at the party?”

He had never quite gotten over the terror he felt that night when you introduced him to one of your closest friends. Long before you met Jungkook, you knew how big of a fan of his he was, and just how excited she’d be at the chance to meet him too.

“Have you got any other tattoos hidden away that I don’t know about?” Jungkook laughed, allowing your material to fall back around your figure as he let go. “I can’t believe I’ve never seen this one before, how have you managed to keep it so well hidden?”

“I guess it’s just one of those things,” you laughed, taking a seat beside him on the end of the bed, “it’s just in one of those places that gets covered by most of my clothes, and you’re always talking about your tattoos, I wasn’t sure if my tattoo would compare to how cool yours were.”

Jungkook’s head shook as his hand rested against the top of your leg, “you know me, I think all tattoos are cool, and they’re all important to the individual too.”

“It’s a very special one.”

His smile widened as your head dropped down to rest against his shoulder, “do you think one day you might want to get another tattoo?”

Your shoulders shrugged in response, having other tattoos was something you’d definitely thought about, but as with your first, you only wanted to get something that could be as equally memorable and sentimental to you.

You tattoo had fascinated Jungkook greatly too, he had tattoos that represented so many of those that meant the most to him, but he was yet to have something for you. Even though your butterfly represented your friends, the animal still held a close connection to him too.

“I’ve always thought about getting something to do with one of my songs,” he suddenly spoke, still unable to quite let go of the idea of having a butterfly tattoo.

A soft hum came from you, “you were only saying the other day that you want something at the top of your sleeve.”

“Maybe you could help me come up with something, or maybe we could look at getting something tomorrow if you’re not scared of getting another tattoo. Nothing big like my sleeve, but maybe something small like your butterfly, a cute little thing.”

“You seem pretty made up on this,” you smiled across at him, “half an hour ago you didn’t even know that I had a tattoo.”

“But now that I do, I’ve got all sorts of ideas swirling around in my head right now, I wish I had a pen and paper so I could write all of these down.”

Your head shook as Jungkook began to offload on you, “take a breath Kook, we’ve got plenty of time to start planning some tattoos if that’s what you want to do.”

Under your instruction, Jungkook took the breath that steadied himself, although the excitement was still in his heart. Knowing that he had you, someone that loved tattoos like you did, things between you felt more perfect than ever.

“Don’t hide that from me ever again,” he sniggered, tapping his hand against your hip, “I want to see it as much as possible.”

“I’ll keep it on show, just for you.”

—

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so cute and fluffy!! loved this 🥺🥺

be with me.

summary: after weeks apart, jungkook plans a dinner just for the two of you, but after an especially stressful day, you forget… pairing: jeon jungkook x reader genre: light angst, fluff  rating: PG word count: 2.2k tags/warnings: jungkook is upset and hurt, short-tempered, much pouty jk, alcohol consumption, reader is pretty drunk, drunk texts (don’t laugh at me lol)

a/n: i saw a video of jungkook eating and it spurred this on lol literally. he just looked so alone at one point while he was eating and my brain went off, wrote this last night on my phone, edited sort of. so much jk content i know >< but i hope you like~

[9:42 PM] baby girl: baby? where are you? i got dinner all ready for us. [9:56 PM] baby girl: we did say 9:30 right? yeah I remember you said you’d be here by then… [10:10 PM] baby girl: food is getting cold, I don’t want to be a jerk but least you could’ve done is texted me you couldn’t make it baby

Jungkook tosses his phone on the table, uncaring if the screen is cracked from the way it landed on the hard surface. He sits back in the chair with an irritated huff, eyebrows curved in a deep frown as he stares at all the food he made for you and him to enjoy together. It had been a very busy season for him, leaving little time to spend with you. He felt bad and wanted to make it up to you as soon as the opportunity presented itself. Before you raced off to work, he told you on an early morning FaceTime call that he’d be home before midnight for a change, promising you a night in together, home cooked meal and all. Rushed for time but giddy, you expressed your excitement in so many words while jetting out the door.

Fast forward a whole work day, he was tired from practice but nonetheless determined to keep his promise, taking a quick shower when he got home before he set off to make a hearty meal. You told him you would be off by 8, it was the end of the month and you always had to work overtime. But you would be there!

[3:12 PM] baby girl: I can’t wait babe <3

He re-read your text just to be sure but it only annoyed him further. He looked back at his recent messages to you for confirmation that you weren’t coming, even seeing that you’d not even opened them yet. Saddened more than anything, he started picking at the food.

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tell me they are not in love ?!!? pls the "baby" pet name made my heart melt 🥺 the smut babe it's so good and the escalation of it is PERFECT. the soft sex at the end...my heart exploded they are so in love ☹️ gosh oc stayed the night ... they said no boundaries here 🤧 but pls it was so domestic and cute my heart !! the cuddles at the end... hmmm yea they are just friends for sure ;)) I LOVED THIS AS ALWAYS !!! ugh so so good <333

( 09. ) A LOVER’S KISS.

a friends with benefits relationship never ends on a good note. unless, both parties are not dumb fucks who find themselves falling for each other along the way of their agreement, of course.

and in yours and jeongguk’s case, you should have known better than to think the two of you would be an exception to the so-called curse of being friends with benefits with someone you already hold dear to you, since not even five months since it was agreed upon—the line between being only friends and being a little like lovers only continue to get hazier and hazier.

━ jeongguk x reader ━ 3.4k words. ━ 18+ ━ smut | angst | fluff | friends with benefits au | idiots to lovers au | college au | yearning? pining? | ft. swimmer!jeongguk, editor-in-chief!reader (small appearances from swimmer!jimin & associate editor!taehyung) ━ warning/s: swearing | combined implicit and explicit sexual content | oral (f. receiving) | fingering | masturbation | penetrative + protected sex

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EPISODE 09. the one with the unexplored territory !

“i feel like i’m going to die,” you said after a few seconds of laying down on his bed, your laptop being placed next to you after you gave up on squeezing a few more paragraphs in.

jeongguk snorted, typing a set of sentences himself on his own laptop.

one thing to know about jeongguk is that he didn’t like using his dining table inside his apartment for school related tasks. he claimed that it was too far from the bed and the sockets available in his living space; other than that, he just felt ‘more relaxed’ if he did his assignments on somewhere comfier than a chair and a table. so, at this moment, the only thing he was using to keep his laptop within eye level were his knees and stomach, his back leaning against his headboard with two pillows stacked right behind him as well. it was your previous position before deciding to stretch your limbs and back, opting to make use of the bed with how it’s supposed to be utilized when some joints began to ache.

“take a nap,” he suggested.

you sighed, staring at the ceiling. “i can’t. i might oversleep, and i need to go home in about an hour.”

“i can just accompany you until you reach your apartment if you’re worried about heading back on your own.”

“nah, guk, you know i wouldn’t want you to bother.”

“then are you going to leave already?” he tilted his head to the side to glance at you.

“i’ve been here for about four hours now—i wouldn’t use the word ‘already’ if i do decide to leave.”

“but wouldn’t you want to stay for a little longer?”

you sat up, checked your word file, clicked the save button for another safety measure (even though it autosaves, you were just that paranoid), and closed your laptop. “why? what’s in it for me?” you teased, heading to your things that were placed on one of the dining chairs, quickly tidying up.

jeongguk closed his laptop too. “was that an invitation to start dirty talking?”

you laughed.

he crawled out of the bed and left his laptop beside his stacked pillows, soon walking towards you who had your back faced to him, busy with your belongings that you didn’t notice him do so; you even jumped a little when you abruptly felt his arms wrap around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder before he turned his head sideways and lightly pressed kisses on your cheek down to your jaw. “how about i at least eat you out before you leave? i missed the taste of you, baby.”

you blinked rapidly, controlling your breathing and acting unfazed. “that’s… that’s awfully straightforward of you.”

“don’t you want it too?” jeongguk teased with a chuckle, his teeth biting lightly on your earlobe. “we’ll just be quick, i promise. i’ll make you come fast.”

“hey,” you moved your head sideways and narrowed your eyes on him, “i want you to take time on things like that.”

he slowly turned you around and grinned. “yeah? want my tongue against that pussy for as long as you like?”

“would you want me to blow you in just three seconds and call it a day?”

“no, but i always feel like i’m gonna come in three seconds anyway whenever you put your mouth around me.” he snickered.

you laughed at that and he began kissing your neck, pushing you ever so gently against the wall beside the chair your bag was sitting on, his hand already roaming south and going forth with his proposed plan for tonight. you bit your lip as you moaned quietly, jeongguk’s hand caressing you between your legs, his audible wet kisses causing goosebumps to rise on your arms, the scent of his cologne becoming prominent at the close proximity of your bodies.

“guk…” you sighed, his fingers lifting your top up that you comply to, seeing him toss it somewhere on the floor. “let’s do this quick, okay? i need to go home in a few minutes.”

“okay, baby.” his mouth then began to travel downwards, first giving attention to your neck and collarbones, leaving damp marks on then before attending to your breasts next, gnawing on them softly and humming, whispering how ‘cute’ and ‘cuddly’ they were with a childlike chuckle, until he kneeled down and kissed you all over your stomach, seriously taking his time like you noted, all the while unzipping your jeans and tugging them off.

he brushed his lips against your thighs, a murmur of “lift your feet for me,” being spoken as he removed your bottoms and left you with nothing but your undergarments. jeongguk kept on kissing along the insides of your legs, arousing you more and more as each peck of his lips sent something straight to your core, the sound of his deep inhale once he was near your clothed pussy turning you on and you dared to flicker your eyes down to where he was, watching jeongguk rub the spot where you clit was supposed to be with his thumb, this eager look noticeable with his gaze.

“no teasing,” you warned.

your eyes met, and jeongguk chuckled and nodded before sliding your underwear to the ground, carrying on with licking your heat—an experimental and barely satisfying lick that was followed by another one that gave the same lacking feeling. you unconsciously pouted in greed of pleasure, lifting your feet again to discard of your panties, but the moment you raised your left leg higher, jeongguk was quick to hold it and move closer to your pussy, setting your thigh on his shoulder as he dived right back to his promise of making you come, no longer being timid now.

“ah, fuck,” you hissed, pushing yourself harder against the wall.

he groaned at the growing taste of you and sucked your clit with more intent, his eyelids closing as he concentrated on nothing but the sensation of your pussy lips on his tongue and the smell of your arousal conquering his sense of smell. you heard him grunt, felt him sway his head from side to side, and you placed both of your hands on the top of his head for some kind of support, puffing out air.

jeongguk pulled back and replaced his mouth with his fingers, gliding two of them against your slit as he stared up at you. locking eyes with him, he smirked, mouth and chin glistening with your slick that you immediately clenched at right at the same time when he slipped one finger in, jeongguk thus getting a feel of that action. “am i doing it right, baby?” he asked, kissing gently on your mound, lips puckered and all. “am i making you feel good?”

you nodded, whimpering as he added another finger inside. “yes… yes, guk.”

he went back in, sucking your clit while establishing a delicious pace in fucking you with his fingers. you moaned loudly and tightened your grip on his hair, lowering your cunt towards his mouth in search of that one angle that would help send you to cloud nine, too engrossed with the ecstasy you were experiencing to realize that you were practically grinding your pussy against his face at that point. jeongguk groaned, his cock hardening underneath his sweatpants; he couldn’t stop himself from sneaking a hand inside his sweatpants to fondle with his manhood, pausing a bit to use the hand coated with your juices to jerk himself off before immediately going back to work with more vigor, diving his tongue deeper inside you and holding your thigh on his shoulder firmer.

“fucking hell—fuck, guk—that feels fucking good—” you cried, your hands tugging on his hair and guiding him where you want it still. “you’re gonna make me come.”

he opened his eyes and stared up at you, moaning and licking up and down. that sight was absolutely one for the books, with his gaze dazed and fucked, his lips even turning up in a smirk. you moaned, begging him to make you come for you were really only a few steps away, and he slid the tip of his tongue inside your walls, his nose rubbing along your clit.

you screamed his name shakily and covered your own mouth afterwards in self-consciousness, jeongguk sighing when you clenched around the small muscle, precum leaking on the tip of his cock at just the thought of having his dick inside you instead—to feel that grip and that wetness surrounding his cock instead.

“oh my god—” your heart was hammering inside your chest, the knot so close to snapping. “faster, faster, baby, keep on doing that—”

he let out a snarl, fixed on granting you that orgasm, his hand on your thigh moving behind you to cup your ass, pushing your heat harsher towards his face. you bit your lip, whimpering, your horniness driving you to squeeze your tits together, massaging them and adding stimulation to everything that was happening at the moment—and jeongguk moaned loudly, enjoying his view below you as well.

“come, baby,” he grunted, his cock hard underneath his grasp; you couldn’t see it for you were too distracted with your pleasure, but no doubt you’d only get turned on further if you did, “come on my mouth—give me what i want, hm?”

“fuckfuckfuck!”

he growled, sending vibrations up your core, lapping on your pussy like a fucking starved and deprived man.

“jeongguk!” you cried—a final cry before the coil breaks and you’re coming on jeongguk’s mouth, your hips erratically thrusting towards his face with no control. all you wanted to do was feed onto the high you were feeling, obviously not thinking much to your lewd actions that jeongguk nonetheless and eagerly welcomed, sticking his tongue out for you to use and fuck as he rapidly stroked his cock back and forth.

it was already a given that after that happened, and you managed to calm down, you gestured for jeongguk to stand back up again, begging him to fuck you properly with needy kisses on his throat. he agreed immediately, literally commanding you to go at the bed while he rushed to get a condom, putting that one on and running back to you, no longer acting hesitant or what for he was sure you were stretched out enough to take his cock right away. you were practically dripping, perhaps both with your slick and his saliva from jeongguk practically making out with your pussy, that when he finally pushed his dick inside you, it went in so smoothly and so good, jeongguk moaning and pulling his shirt off before continuously ramming you with his cock.

another thing to know about jeongguk—that guy can go for ages. it was a pro and a con at the same time. a pro, because obviously, your libido was still quite high at this rate and you reveled at the fact that his was too; a con, because just like what was taking place right now, once jeongguk began fucking you, he was gonna want to go again and again as long as you wanted it as well. and most of the time, also like right now, you wanted him to fuck you over and over again until you were satiated too, your initial concern to go home supposedly in a few minutes fading away.

the latest hour you could allow yourself to leave jeongguk’s apartment was 9:30 PM because you didn’t want to take the bus too late at night. even though he always insisted that he could just accompany you until you arrived at your own place as what he did earlier, you didn’t want to be a burden and let him waste time heading home with you only to take another ride back to his.

plus, it wasn’t like you could sleep at his apartment too; he never asked anyways and you didn’t want to push your luck, thinking that it was probably best not to engage in sleepovers as it might complicate things too.

“so fucking amazing,” jeongguk hissed against your ear, fucking you for the third round that evening. he kept on kissing your cheek, your temple, your ear, and your hair while whispering that phrase repeatedly.

you wrapped your legs around his waist, the heels of your feet pressing on his ass once you were getting closer to come again. you embraced him, seemingly holding on for dear life as you closed your eyes, moaning and enjoying each of his thrusts. they were slower at the moment, feeling quite intimate if you were going to be honest—but per usual, you didn’t say anything, still not ready how to confront whatever topic might arise if you do. besides, you were convincing yourself that jeongguk was probably a bit tired to not be as ‘wild’ as he usually was. before yesterday, you haven’t seen each other for a few days because of his constant training for the upcoming swimming tournament next month, so you figured his body was truly exhausted to go all out tonight since he’s been working hard already to do so.

“gonna come, baby,” he softly said, one long and lingering kiss on your cheek. “come with me?”

you arched your back a bit. “go harder, babe.”

he pushed himself up, your arm sliding to hold onto his biceps instead as he slammed his hips towards yours with intent. it didn’t take long for either of you to come, jeongguk groaning as he did, his forehead touching yours, his cum shooting inside the condom while your warm walls squeezed him tight, your mewling mixing with his grunts and the sound of your skin hitting each other for the last time prominent until he pulled out, carrying on with the standard routine after having sex.

you tried to regulate your breathing, watching him pick up his boxers and wear them, jogging towards his fridge to get something to drink next. he returned swiftly and handed you a water bottle that you took, sitting up to drink from it properly as your gaze flickered to the digital clock he had on his bedside table.

11:14 PM it showed; you grimaced.

“stay for the night,” jeongguk said then.

you lowered the bottle, blinking at him in confusion. “what?”

“or are you magically okay with going home at this time?” he took the bottle back when you handed it to him.

you slid off the bed, searching for your undergarments. you were just thinking about how sleepovers was an unexplored territory in this set-up, and yet here he was, prompting the idea of doing it after the months you’ve been fuck buddies. you didn’t know how to feel about that, but whatever it was that you were going to feel eventually, you knew it was going to be far from anything negative (which maybe wasn’t a good sign on its own).

“you can just leave early tomorrow. i have training at about 5 AM too, so i can ride with you on the bus and you can get off at your stop.”

you finished clipping your bra on. you were either going to be a dumb bitch or you were going to be smart and not give in to temptation for once.

“what do you say?” jeongguk placed the bottle on the counter.

“are you going to let me borrow your clothes for me to sleep in? or do you expect me to sleep naked?” you asked with a teasing tone.

being a dumb bitch, it is.

he grinned. “well, i have no problem with you doing the latter, to be honest,” he snickered, “but of course, i’m going to let you borrow my clothes.”

“uh, then can i wash for a while in your shower too?”

“go ahead, ____. i’ll try to find you something that’ll hopefully fit while you’re at it.”

“okay.” you sprinted to his bathroom after getting all of your clothes from the floor.

you kept telling yourself to act cool as you washed your body with his soap, his familiar scent not really helping you indeed act cool and unbothered. you even had to ask borrowing his towel when you were done, contemplating for about three minutes before doing that since you were aware that it might not be hygienic for you to do so, but jeongguk soon knocked on the door and handed you a fresh one plus old clothes of his, your overthinking minimizing in relief as you thanked him and continued to dry yourself.

“can we go straight to sleep after i take a shower?” jeongguk asked when you were done, going inside to take one himself.

you nodded. “sounds great.”

“great.”

in that vacant period of him showering and you laying on his bed that notably had new sheets on when you hopped on it, you still thought if there was a way to possibly back out. you were already laying down, you already used some of his mouthwash, his soap as mentioned, and now you were wearing this shirt you knew he couldn’t wear anymore since he’s gotten bigger for it along with boxer shorts you swore you’ve seen him wear a couple of times (and you were wearing them with no panties inside, may you add, since you washed your underwear for you to wear when you head home tomorrow, letting it dry on the towel rack inside the bathroom).

“what’s with that face?” jeongguk laughed as he stepped outside, finishing his shower. his hair wasn’t wet which meant he might have washed his body too like you did.

you crossed your arms. “what face?”

“you look constipated.”

“consti—i don’t look constipated.” you denied.

he smirked, turning on the bedside lamp and proceeded to switch off the main light. you sucked in a deep breath, your fingers dragging the blanket up as you sank lower on the mattress. you kinda hated how normal he was acting, like you’ve been having sleepovers since forever; you mostly hated it because it was making you once again feel like you were the only one who cared too much.

“one pillow enough?” he asked, slipping under the same blanket.

“yeah.” you stared ahead.

“you don’t like sleeping with the lights on, do you?”

“nope. you don’t too, right?”

he hummed in agreement, the last source of light disappearing on cue. the only thing that was keeping the room remotely lit was now the moon and some street lights outside the building, and upon the darkness enabling you to become sleepier than you were, you brought the blanket higher to your shoulders and thought about turning your body sideways opposite to jeongguk, but you weren’t fond of facing the floor or any empty space when sleeping without a pillow being in between, so you didn’t continue with the idea.

“goodnight, ____,” jeongguk yawned, a short affectionate caress given to your hair.

you exhaled. “goodnight, guk.”

you ended up sleeping soundly despite your unnecessary worries. though other than that, you ended up doing something else too—and that was cuddling with him in the middle of your slumber (shocking), realizing that when when you woke up at about 4:10 AM because of jeongguk’s alarm and finding yourself already hugging his torso, your face pressed against his neck while an arm and leg of his was thrown over your body carelessly, the position clearly screaming ‘cuddle’ for you to mistake it as anything else.

you blinked a bunch of times, your barely awake brain not really processing anything vividly, then jeongguk stirred, pulling away to snooze the alarm and suddenly returning to his position, embracing you tighter with the front of his chin resting on your hair. that’s when you were seriously starting to wake up and couldn’t sleep anymore, only pretending that you were for the sake of avoiding any type of embarrassment, your heart thumping in that familiar rhythmic manner as you daringly decided to make use of those minutes behaving less cautiously and afraid.

you hugged him tighter, scooted even nearer, allowed your mouth press on his throat ‘without meaning’, and at each of your movement, jeongguk’s hand would groggily rub your back, as if he was putting you back to sleep, until his alarm rang again and the two of you were forced to wake up.

maybe not only to start the day—but also to come back to reality too.

note. yes,,, they are still apparently friends folks JHDSJHDJSD this chapter was really just pure filth and fluff (as a part of the commercial break still) hehehehe also im kinda rusty with smut scenes for some reason so meh wish my good luck for the next ep that will also *spoiler alert* contain smut :>

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