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Hey! i saw that request were open, so i am here to request something:

This prompt: “how mad would you be if i kissed you?”

Genre: Fluff | Jeon Jungkook x Fem!reader

Btw, no pressure, if you got better requests you can take those instead.

anon lovie, i'd take anything you give me. i hope you'll like this one <3

ah, so pretty - jungkook x reader

"okay, what is it? what do you want, bun?"

jungkook huffs, focusing his eyes back on the tv after forcefully shifting them from you. confused, you reduce the volume, na heedo being loud was getting in the way of your wanting to know what's wrong with your best friend. you scoot closer to him, tugging on the sleeve of his purple sweatshirt.

"what's wrong, koo?" you ask softly, reaching over him to take the buttery popcorn next to him. popping one in your mouth, you look at him, curious as to know why he's been so huffy tonight. you poke his cheeks, boop his nose and hug his arm, all to grab his attention. you're contemplating throwing all cares out the window, your mind going haywire in the close proximity of your crush.

what happens next, shocks you, to say the least.

gently removing your arm, he gets up, taking the bowl of popcorn with him, "i'm gonna head to bed," he says quietly, slipping away before you could even react. your first thought, weirdly enough is, "what's he gonna do with my popcorn?"

warmth gone, you suddenly feel empty, cursing yourself for the times you never let jungkook turn up the thermostat, despite the biting cold. you blink and stare at your hands, wondering what got into your best friend.

you switch off the tv, clean up the mess you created for movie night. deeming the living room clean enough, you switch off the light and walk to jungkook's bedroom. you linger around, sock clad feet going back on your heels, wondering whether to knock or just barge in. you decide both will do, knocking on the door and opening it.

well, trying to open it.

it seemed to have jammed and you try pulling it, pushing it, the usual anyone does when they try to open the door to figure out what's wrong with their roommate/best friend/crush.

you let go of the handle, preparing yourself to crash it, going shoulder first.

jeon jungkook and the things you do for him.

you prepare for your shoulder to hurt like hell, already knowing and feeling a bruise to appear there. but, it doesn't, surprisingly. you're met with soft fleece and gentle arms around your waist. a soft chuckle is emitted from your saviour, pulling you away from him. "and what do you think you're doing?" jungkook enquires, arms folded as if to shield himself.

"well, for starters," you dust off your clothes for non-existent dust, fixing your oversized tshirt. his oversized t-shirt, you realize. "thanks for saving me back there," he shrugs, eyes slowly hardening for a reason you don't know. a reason you want to know, you realize.

"what's up with you?" you ask, "you haven't been around at home lately and i had to drag you home so we could watch twenty five twenty one!" you take a step closer to him, which results in him taking a step back. it cracks your heart, just a little. he never wants space from you, always invading your personal space, skinship in some form a daily routine. he clears his throat, finally looking at you. "i've been, uh, thinking." he claims, both of you knowing that's not the real truth. so, you do what any other person would do in your place. you lean against his doorframe, as if to say, "i'm here to listen. speak your mind out, your heart out. i'll listen."

and so he speaks. he speaks of the horrible week he's been having, how everything hasn't been going his way. he speaks out the anxiety in his mind, anxious for his upcoming exams and the future. he speaks out the fear in his heart, not knowing what the future holds for him. for you, he adds as an afterthought. he sits down after his monologue, but you know he's not done. you nod to encourage to let it all out. he doesn't see you do it, but he rambles on anyway, because he'll know you listen.

"you've been on my mind too," he confesses, saying that he feels guilty for leaving you in the dark, not letting you knowing that his mind has been plagued with such thoughts. he rambles on but unfortunately, you lose track of what he's saying. his beauty takes over, his hair falling in place and tired eyes finally lighting up after speaking his mind and heart out.

he notices you've zoned out, shaking his head and smiling,

"earth to-"

"how mad would you be if i kissed you?"

jungkook freezes, not able to make sense of the situation which suddenly took a...rather interesting turn. "not really mad, why?" he suddenly notices the close proximity you're in. in a sudden burst of confidence, he pulls you by your tshirt, making sure you're comfortable on his lap.

"can i kiss you?" you ask softly. it elicits a breathy chuckle from jungkook and before he could open his mouth, you say, "i'm taking that as a yes." pulling him into a much needed kiss.

everything seems and feels so pretty right now. you pull apart for oxygen, holding his pretty face in your hand, pretty eyes looking at you with a pretty smile beaming up at you. the said pretty man nuzzles his face into your neck, inhaling your warm, vanilla sugar scent. he mumbles something you can't quite hear, "what did you say, bun?"

"i said, ah, so pretty." feeling him smile into your neck.

it's like he read your mind.

part of the 200 followers celebration

Can request prompt 43 and 44 with Felix

here you go, anon luvie <3 hope you like it!

44 - “you know. us. living together. like having fun but at the same time doing big person stuff like paying rent and whatnot.”

43 - “and then I’ll sing a song! a song called and made and about you!”

a poem about you - felix x reader

felix and drunk? something you live to see. there's a few stages to his drunkenness but you categorize it into 3 main categories:

1. baking high drunk

felix loves baking, more than he loves you, you reckon. you could be batting your eyelashes and tugging his hoodie sleeve, he would be whipping up his world famous brownies so quickly, it would give you whiplash. the same goes for when he's drunk. someone has to supervise though and its usually chan or you but chan trusts you enough to know that his precious member is in safe hands.

2. very touchy drunk

felix craves physical touch at times and you're proud to say that you're one of the first people that he runs to, drunk or sober. he all but jumps on you, crashing onto your comfy couch. you stroke his hair and massage his shoulders, drunkenly rambling about this cute cat video he found, falling asleep after his entertaining monologue.

3. very sappy drunk

this felix tends to get very emotional. he tears up, sometimes leading to full-on bawling, before he could even say what's on his mind. funnily enough, this happens only around you. he would hold your face and squish your face while you wipe his tears, telling you that he didn't deserve you, forever grateful to have you by his side. you would tell him to hush, snuggling with him and letting him speak his heart out, his deep rumble of a voice lulling you to sleep and your gentle and steady breaths serving as a lullaby for him.

what happens when you get the 3 main categories, all rolled in one, in no particular order? a joyride, of course.

hyunjin had practically dumped him in your place, deeming him "3 categories drunk" when he sees felix shuffling to the kitchen, seemingly unfazed with the amused looks you give. you nod and pat hyunjin's back to say, "you did well so far, good night!" he gives you a smile, wishing you the best.

the clanking and the "aish" from the kitchen sounds like sweet music, grabbing yourself an apron and sitting on the kitchen counter.

"what're you making tonight, darling?"

"vanilla cupcakes!" he reaches a hand out, as if to say, "come on, help me, lazy,"

of course, you do. you help whip up the sweet treats, putting the batter and the moulds in the oven, incase his drunk self burns his hand accidentally.

you wash your hands and help him clean up, placing the dishes in the dishwasher. you roll back your shoulders after the tedious task, only to have a blonde head resting your shoulders. strong arms slowly wrapping around your waist, you set a timer for the cupcakes, waddling the both of you to the couch.

you lie down flat, opened arms inviting felix to cuddle and he does just that. he lays his head on your chest, chin propped so his cat-like eyes are staring into yours. you lift your head slightly in question and he shrugs, simply pecking you and smiling up at you.

"know what i'm gonna do?" he asks cheekily, his smile begging you to ask him what it is. you giggle at his antics, "what're you gonna do, lixie?" you ask, curious to know what's going on.

"gonna get you to move in with me," he says confidently. you're taken aback, the usual answer to the question being, "i'm gonna beat chan hyung in uno one day," or "i;m gonna perfect that brownie recipe"

your silence confuses felix's cloudy mind. he shakes your shoulders to get your attention. "do you mean us moving together? in one apartment?" you ask, baffled. he nods confidently, “you know. us. living together. like having fun but at the same time doing big person stuff like paying rent and whatnot.”

you giggle at his answer, pulling him impossibly closer. "what do you think our place should look like?" he asks, wanting to know your thoughts. "should have a big kitchen," you start, felix wholeheartedly agreeing. you list off all the practical and slightly whimsical things your apartment should have, felix nodding along and adding his list too.

your ringer for the cupcakes go off. felix is up at the sound and zooms to the kitchen, you following quickly behind. you take it out before he had the chance to, leaving them on the cooling rack. he inspects them closely, "look at our masterpiece," he says proudly, looking at you with dazed eyes.

you smile, taking his hands and leading him back to the couch. you both flop onto the couch and felix leans on you, his transformation into a koala almost complete. you feel the tears seep into your sweatshirt, hand immediately coming up to soothe him. "i love you so much," you confess, "living together with you sounds like heaven and hell," felix lets out a watery chuckle, "hell because we can't decide between blueberry cheesecake or strawberry cheesecake?" you hold his hand tightly, "you have questionable food choices, you know."

he looks at your intertwined hands, “I’ll sing a song. a song called and made and about you.” he says firmly. "about me?" cue the waterworks. "yes, a poem about you that i memorize happily. your eyes which make me feel like i own a million galaxies. even when seasons change, i know you won't."

you're sniffling into his shoulder now, drunk felix surely is something you'd live to see. everyday of your life now it seems, felix somehow changing the topic back to your plan of moving in together. sounds like an adventure of a lifetime.

part of 200 followers celebration

Hey! i saw that request were open, so i am here to request something:

This prompt: “how mad would you be if i kissed you?”

Genre: Fluff | Jeon Jungkook x Fem!reader

Btw, no pressure, if you got better requests you can take those instead.

anon lovie, i'd take anything you give me. i hope you'll like this one <3

ah, so pretty - jungkook x reader

"okay, what is it? what do you want, bun?"

jungkook huffs, focusing his eyes back on the tv after forcefully shifting them from you. confused, you reduce the volume, na heedo being loud was getting in the way of your wanting to know what's wrong with your best friend. you scoot closer to him, tugging on the sleeve of his purple sweatshirt.

"what's wrong, koo?" you ask softly, reaching over him to take the buttery popcorn next to him. popping one in your mouth, you look at him, curious as to know why he's been so huffy tonight. you poke his cheeks, boop his nose and hug his arm, all to grab his attention. you're contemplating throwing all cares out the window, your mind going haywire in the close proximity of your crush.

what happens next, shocks you, to say the least.

gently removing your arm, he gets up, taking the bowl of popcorn with him, "i'm gonna head to bed," he says quietly, slipping away before you could even react. your first thought, weirdly enough is, "what's he gonna do with my popcorn?"

warmth gone, you suddenly feel empty, cursing yourself for the times you never let jungkook turn up the thermostat, despite the biting cold. you blink and stare at your hands, wondering what got into your best friend.

you switch off the tv, clean up the mess you created for movie night. deeming the living room clean enough, you switch off the light and walk to jungkook's bedroom. you linger around, sock clad feet going back on your heels, wondering whether to knock or just barge in. you decide both will do, knocking on the door and opening it.

well, trying to open it.

it seemed to have jammed and you try pulling it, pushing it, the usual anyone does when they try to open the door to figure out what's wrong with their roommate/best friend/crush.

you let go of the handle, preparing yourself to crash it, going shoulder first.

jeon jungkook and the things you do for him.

you prepare for your shoulder to hurt like hell, already knowing and feeling a bruise to appear there. but, it doesn't, surprisingly. you're met with soft fleece and gentle arms around your waist. a soft chuckle is emitted from your saviour, pulling you away from him. "and what do you think you're doing?" jungkook enquires, arms folded as if to shield himself.

"well, for starters," you dust off your clothes for non-existent dust, fixing your oversized tshirt. his oversized t-shirt, you realize. "thanks for saving me back there," he shrugs, eyes slowly hardening for a reason you don't know. a reason you want to know, you realize.

"what's up with you?" you ask, "you haven't been around at home lately and i had to drag you home so we could watch twenty five twenty one!" you take a step closer to him, which results in him taking a step back. it cracks your heart, just a little. he never wants space from you, always invading your personal space, skinship in some form a daily routine. he clears his throat, finally looking at you. "i've been, uh, thinking." he claims, both of you knowing that's not the real truth. so, you do what any other person would do in your place. you lean against his doorframe, as if to say, "i'm here to listen. speak your mind out, your heart out. i'll listen."

and so he speaks. he speaks of the horrible week he's been having, how everything hasn't been going his way. he speaks out the anxiety in his mind, anxious for his upcoming exams and the future. he speaks out the fear in his heart, not knowing what the future holds for him. for you, he adds as an afterthought. he sits down after his monologue, but you know he's not done. you nod to encourage to let it all out. he doesn't see you do it, but he rambles on anyway, because he'll know you listen.

"you've been on my mind too," he confesses, saying that he feels guilty for leaving you in the dark, not letting you knowing that his mind has been plagued with such thoughts. he rambles on but unfortunately, you lose track of what he's saying. his beauty takes over, his hair falling in place and tired eyes finally lighting up after speaking his mind and heart out.

he notices you've zoned out, shaking his head and smiling,

"earth to-"

"how mad would you be if i kissed you?"

jungkook freezes, not able to make sense of the situation which suddenly took a...rather interesting turn. "not really mad, why?" he suddenly notices the close proximity you're in. in a sudden burst of confidence, he pulls you by your tshirt, making sure you're comfortable on his lap.

"can i kiss you?" you ask softly. it elicits a breathy chuckle from jungkook and before he could open his mouth, you say, "i'm taking that as a yes." pulling him into a much needed kiss.

everything seems and feels so pretty right now. you pull apart for oxygen, holding his pretty face in your hand, pretty eyes looking at you with a pretty smile beaming up at you. the said pretty man nuzzles his face into your neck, inhaling your warm, vanilla sugar scent. he mumbles something you can't quite hear, "what did you say, bun?"

"i said, ah, so pretty." feeling him smile into your neck.

it's like he read your mind.

part of the 200 followers celebration