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last updated: july 2024

picture drabble

a collection of drabbles written based on a picture, written in one sitting and unedited. sorted by the date each drabble was written.

jeon jeongguk

→ boxer!gguk series | f, s

stories of pierced and tattooed boxer jeongguk who has a particular affinity to kisses (and his girl-friend).

→ basketball player!gguk series | f, a

stories about park junghwa and her basketball player neighbor jeon jeongguk who just couldn't stop bothering her.

→ (i think) i'd have a heart attack | f

having feelings for your roommate is never not complicated, all awkward glances and (not-so) subtle avoidance. after weeks, you think you’ve buried them deep enough for your roommate not to notice. but jeongguk digs deeper.

→ wednesday night(s) | f

on a wednesday night seven weeks ago, you met someone in the laundry room. this wednesday night, you meet him again.

kim taehyung

→ love (and all of its complications) | f, a

when you think you're not worth loving, he lists all the reason why you are.

↳ drabble: crooked frames

1k celebration drabbles

→ opposite of sun

→ light of the morning

→ never let go.

you bring colors (to my life) | jjk

— pairing: boxer!jk x f. reader

— genre: fluff | college!au, boxer!jk, childhood friend!jk, childhood friends to lovers

— word count: 1.6k

— warnings: tattooed and pierced jk (lip only, but he's tame this time haha), just boxer!jk and oc being in love with each other

— summary: a splash of red, a hint of purple, a huge amount of a shade of light blue. he's covered in colors, and you can't stop staring.

masterlist | boxer!gguk masterlist

Colors.

The first thing you notice about the boy standing in front of you is how his right arm is now covered in colors. A splash of red there, a hint of purple here, and a huge amount of a shade of light blue below his elbow. You’d say it’s somewhere between teal and turquoise, but you’re not an art student in any shape or form so you can’t be sure.

The first thing you say to aforementioned boy is: “You colored them in?”

An amused smile takes over his face upon hearing your question, his eyebrows shooting up into his hairline. “What, not even a proper greeting now?” He opens his arms wide, an invite for a hug. “Come here and give your boyfriend the greeting he deserves.”

“OOH!” You exclaim, noticing a bright red-orange on the inside of his arm, “You colored the flower in! It’s so pretty..” Your fingers trace over the tiger lily pattern on his skin, admiring how nice the color looks against his skin tone. You’re about to turn his arm to see if he added colors to other parts of his tattoos, but he pulls it away with a huff.

“You’re only dating me for my tattoos, aren’t you?” Jeongguk says flatly, frowning.

“Of course not!” Your answer melts his frown away, but it’s obviously not the complete version. “I’m here for your piercings, too.” You cackle as he tongues his cheek, frown back in place. “Speaking of which, where’s your eyebrow piercing? Did you take it out?”

“I’ll answer that if you give me a hug first.” Jeongguk’s frown turns into a pout and you can’t help but think that this boy is just a baby trapped in a twenty-something-year-old’s body. But, hey, at least this baby has made a significant progress since a year ago when you both first started dating. At that time, he didn’t even know how to say what he wanted and opted to just show instead of tell. Caused a lot of confusion on your end, though the case was closed with a happy ending.

“You big babyyy,” you drag the last syllable out as you put your arms around his waist, your face buried in his chest. Funny how you’re the smaller one in this relationship but he’s the one being coddled. “There, there, one giant hug from your tiny girlfriend, done.”

Jeongguk hums contentedly, tightening his arms around your frame just a fraction. “One more thing,” he says, before pulling away just a bit only to dip his head to capture your lips in a kiss. Should’ve known that a hug wouldn’t be enough for him.

After dating Jeongguk for a year, it shouldn’t surprise you anymore how his lip ring feels against your lips, but you haven’t been in contact with his lips for months so the cold metal makes you shiver in his hold. You can feel his satisfied smirk and that’s why you pushed at his chest before he can even add his tongue to the equation.

“More.. want more..” he whines, lips chasing yours.

“Jeongguk, no,” you tell him firmly, hands on his cheeks to stop his head from going forward. “You’re gonna be late. We have to go, come on.”

Jeongguk groans, but one glance at the wall clock behind you tells him that you’re right. “God, what would I do without you? Be late all the time?”

You laugh as you close the door behind you before following your boyfriend to his car. The car which passenger seat you used to hate, because it meant that you had lost to Jeon Jeongguk and had to go with him anywhere he pleased, forcing you to spend your day with him and his teasing self. You don’t hate the seat as much anymore now, only slightly disliking it because of the jammed recliner which Jeongguk broke when you two were.. experimenting. That’s a story for another time.

Today, on the first day you see each other after months of being apart because of your differing universities, Jeongguk told you he’s going to take you to a recording studio. He had delivered the news along with a thousand apologies because the first day you spend together after a while would not be of you two alone, instead with his friends whose project Jeongguk is helping with.

“It’s a podcast, their project,” he explains while driving. “About student athletes — official or otherwise. Since I take boxing classes without actually setting it as my career goal, I qualify under the ‘otherwise’ category. They say I have the qualities of a student athlete without actually being one.” Jeongguk chuckles as he makes a turn at an intersection.

“We’ve actually done all of the podcast recordings back in campus, today is just to record the opening for the podcast. Shouldn’t take too long, we can still do something together after.”

“Jeongguk, it’s fine,” you reassure the boy beside you, starting to feel bad yourself because he couldn’t stop feeling bad. “We’ll have plenty of time for ourselves after today. Besides, I like watching you focus on doing something. It’s fascinating.”

“You just like watching me focus while boxing, so you can admire my muscles and tattoos in silence.”

Well, he’s not wrong, but he doesn’t need an ego boost so you just stuck your tongue out at him without confirming what he said. Although, without your verbal confirmation, it’s obvious that right now you’re even admiring his muscles and tattoos while he’s driving. When you first started dating, you never really paid attention to his arm aside from when he was boxing, but as time went you learned that Jeon Jeongguk driving his car can drive you crazy too.

And as it turns out, Jeon Jeongguk in the recording booth is no less hotter than when he is boxing or driving.

You’re sitting on the side, away from his friends who are all busy with their own parts in the project. You all made your introductions when you and Jeongguk first came through the door, but as soon as the group is complete they all went straight to work. You’re grateful that your interaction with Jeongguk’s friends is minimum, because that way, you can admire your boyfriend in silence — exactly like what he said in the car.

The black t-shirt he is wearing is no different than the ones he wears every day, but this particular one somehow makes his chest more prominent than usual. Or is he just adding more weight to his work out routine? You almost spiral thinking about it, because even his current form is enough to make you go crazy on the daily, you can’t imagine if he gets even bigger than this.

Aside from his t-shirt, one thing that makes him look different today is the black beanie that’s sitting atop his head, currently squashed by the huge headphone he has on. It’s an old phase he’s trying to bring back, he said, because he just realized how good he looks with beanies. You remember fifteen year-old Jeongguk in his oversized t-shirts and beanies that came in every color of the rainbow strolling through the school hallways like he was the coolest person in class.

But the highlight of Jeon Jeongguk today isn’t colored black, instead it’s filled with colors — vibrant, bold, and beautiful. He didn’t give you a chance to admire his tattoos earlier, so you take your sweet time doing so now, even though it’s kind of hard because he’s not as close so you can’t see the details very well. Despite that, you can still see some that you didn’t notice, like the yellow lightning bolts, blue clouds, and even the masks and Winners Never Quit tattoos he has on his upper arm. The last time you saw him, they were all still colorless, and he always wore long sleeves whenever you both had video calls, so it’s really a surprise to see him in the flesh and find his arm filled with colors.

Aside from the colors, you also noticed that he has some of his tattoos covered with another tattoo, like the teal/turquoise one covering the red eye he used to have near his elbow. A sun covering the tiger. A snake covering the three stripes he has on his wrist. You’d have to ask him later if the cover-ups have any meaning or if he just got bored of the old ones.

You’re pulled out of your boyfriend-ogling activities when Jeongguk’s voice filters through the speakers, somehow sounding melodic even though he’s just speaking and not singing the words. Like he said, it’s an opening number for the podcast, and it looks like they’re testing out the different scripts they have prepared to see which one is the best to use for their project. (If they ask you, they should just use Jeongguk’s voice alone. It’s enough.)

While his friends are busy scrutinizing the recording, Jeongguk’s gaze flitters to you, and he makes funny faces at you while making a peace sign with his fingers — consciously or not, you don’t know. He grins, goes cross-eyed, makes kissy faces, everything to crack a smile out of you. It’s when you do smile that he does the same, mouthing I love you which makes your smile widen into a grin. Too bad for him, though, his friends noticed that action and now can’t stop making a ruckus, shouting about how whipped he is.

Stereotypically, with all the tattoos and piercings, you’d think he’d be embarrassed. But instead, he says loudly into the microphone: “Yeah, I’m whipped for my girlfriend and you’re all just jealous because you’re all single!!” before laughing until his nose is scrunched and his eyes form crinkles on the edges.

You think you might love this boy just a bit more than he loves you. Just a bit, though.

“Okay, so, where’s your eyebrow piercing?”

“Oh, I took it out because the skin is starting to close around the piercing. No worries.”

“Oh, thank God, I thought you traded it for another piercing.”

“Ooh.. I should do that. How do you feel about that tongue piercing, hm?”

“…”

— a/n: thank you for reading! :) tell me your thoughts here

yeah i know (you'll always stay) | jjk

— pairing: boxer!jk x f. reader

— genre: fluff, smut | college!au, boxer!jk, childhood friend!jk, friends to lovers

— word count: 4.3k

— warnings: harsh words, tattooed and pierced jk, too much use of the pet name 'baby', kissing, making out, markings (hickeys), fondling, nipple play, heavy petting, dirty talk, mentions of oral sex, implied penetrative sex, gguk gets a bit mean in the middle :c (dw it's only in the heat of the moment), all this happens in a public gym though no one is inside other than jk and oc

— summary: a boxing lesson with your boyfriend takes an unexpected turn when he decides he's had enough of your blabbering mouth.

— author's note: the summary is highkey meh and it's not a social media au pls dont be fooled by the pic.. hehehe. also it's my first time writing explicit smut so pls be gentle with me asdkdjksjd with that said i hope you enjoy! :)

masterlist | boxer!gguk masterlist

Jeon Jeongguk is annoying.

It’s the first time you’re back in the boxing gym he frequents after months vacating it, never setting foot inside the place in the time you were separated with your boyfriend. There have been many occasions where he encouraged you to come on your own and meet with his trainer — who is familiar with you too by now — but you never did. Something about feeling like you don’t belong there plays a big factor on why. The boxing gym is his setting, not yours.

Apparently Jeongguk thought your reasoning does not make any sense at all, taking your words too literally by saying the boxing gym is a public setting and anyone can train there as long as they pay for it. You had spent the whole drive to the gym bickering about this, both you and Jeongguk too stubborn to back down. When you reached the gym, he took the final words by pointing out that there are a few people inside the building, proving that it is a public setting. You had rolled your eyes as you took a seat in your usual corner, still ogling your boyfriend as he works out despite his being annoying earlier.

You think he’s done being annoying, but here he is doing exactly that by asking you to get off your seat and put on a pair of boxing gloves.

“You’re kidding, right?” You give him the stink eye as he gulps down water from his huge water bottle, chest still heaving from the exercise. You’re too busy staring at his post-workout state that you almost miss him shaking his head no at your question.

“But you just finished!” you blurt out.

He lifts an eyebrow (the one which used to be pierced, thank God it’s gone now), confused by the lack of relevance. “So?”

It’s irritating how he doesn’t see the connection and how he looks so unbothered about all of this. Even more so when he continues lifting his water bottle to his lips, now taking slow sips as he gives you a challenging stare, silently asking you to elaborate. You hate that you’re feeling a bit hot just from his stare alone.

Still, you try to maintain your annoyed expression, refusing to give in. “You’re done which means I’m gonna be doing this by myself which means I’m gonna embarrass myself in front of these people and I don’t want to do that,” you say in one breath. “So, no, I’m not going to put on the gloves, Jeongguk.”

“Who said you’re doing it alone?” Jeongguk smirks, reaching inside his duffel bag to pull out a set of clothes which he thrusts into your hands. “I’ll be your training partner. Go get changed.”

You open your mouth to voice out an objection, but he beats you before you can get anything out. “Go or I’ll do it for you right here.” The firm tone he uses means he’s serious, so you make your way towards the changing room with a huff. It’s not fair how easy he makes you do something, even when you try your hardest to refuse.

You come back from the changing room to an almost empty space, your boyfriend being the only other person in the room. He’s gotten rid of his boxing gloves, replacing them with the pads that are usually on his trainer’s hands. He’s also put on the protective head gear which hides most of his face, highlighting his big doe eyes behind it. But that’s not what you are focused on.

“Why the fuck are you sleeveless now?”

Your question gets answered with yet another smirk, this time with a shrug that’s too suspicious to not mean anything. “It’s hot, why else would I be sleeveless?” He then gestures to the boxing gloves, signalling for you to put them on. “Come on, I only booked an hour of private session. Can’t afford to waste any more time.”

You grab the boxing gloves in your hand, but before putting them on, you smack your boyfriend in the chest with it first. “You’re so annoying, you know that?” you hiss as he laughs, both of you knowing exactly why he chose to go sleeveless just now.

“You love it,” he says with a grin.

After that he starts protesting about the time again, urging you to put on the gloves so you can start already. It’s actually endearing how he booked a private session for you two so you don’t have to be self-conscious about your lack of skills in boxing in front of other people, but the way he keeps talking about it sours it a little bit. You know it’s because he doesn’t want to waste the money he has invested for the time, but still.

As it turns out, he was right to hurry you into starting, because you’re not good at any sports and so you learn really slow about it. You’ve lost count of how many times Jeongguk has to correct your posture and the way you punch, as well as taking your ill-powered jabs and missed hits. You’ve apologized probably a hundred times at this point.

“It’s fine,” he exhales, tired from holding his posture more rather than taking your hits, “at least now I can take this thing off, no way you’re gonna bonk my head when you can’t even hit the pads on my hands.” He’s talking about the head gear, which he takes off after he did so of the pads on his hands. “Go take five, babe. You still did great for a first-timer.”

You release a huge breath, not realizing that you’ve been holding it while you were exercising. You didn’t even do much yet you’re already sweating buckets, and it feels like no air is enough as you continue to inhale as much oxygen as you can into your lungs. It’s a wonder how Jeongguk can do this on an almost daily basis, with more power and accuracy than you just did. Your boyfriend might just be superhuman or something.

“How are you not — out of breath — like I am?” you pant, water bottle in hand. You can’t even take a sip because you’re breathing too hard. “Oh, wait. It’s probably — the sports bra you packed. Haven’t worn it since — high school.. yeah.. probably it.”

Jeongguk stares at your heaving chest as you continue struggle breathing, though you eventually manage to take a gulp of your water. His eyes don’t leave your figure even when you’ve stopped panting, making you raise an eyebrow in question. “What?”

He shrugs. “Maybe take it off if it’s making you hard to breathe?”

You scoff. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you.”

“I’ll take off my shirt in return.”

“HA! Nice try, Jeon.” You shake your head at him in disapproval. “Let’s continue so it can be over sooner.” You move to put the gloves back on but Jeongguk stops you, reaching for the gloves himself instead.

“Before we proceed, let me show you the correct technique first,” he says, walking over to the punching bag that you haven’t had the chance to use yet. He gives it a few jabs, jumps in place three times, then punches some more with increased speed. You don’t pay attention to his posture or punching techniques at all, instead choosing to stare at his flexing muscles that he chose to expose up to his shoulders today. You’re kind of grateful that the side that faces you is his tattoo-less arm, because if it had been his tattooed one, you’re not sure you can hold yourself from jumping him right then and there.

“Babe, come here and see how I punch so you can hit the pads correctly later,” he beckons you over, already getting into position to start punching again. You walk closer with your arms crossed in front of your chest, making sure to push it up a bit since Jeongguk made a comment about it earlier. He’s been distracting you with his arms for the past half hour, it’s only fair for you to try to do the same.

“Oh, you’re done showing off, I see,” you say in mock surprise. “We all know you’re just trying to get me to stare at your muscles. Honestly I don’t know why you’re still doing that, it’s obvious that I always stare and it doesn’t really affect me like that anymore.”

Jeongguk breaks his boxing stance, standing to his full height. His eyes glance at your pushed up chest for a second, making him let out a half chuckle half scoff. Then he takes off the boxing gloves while making eye contact with you, which you hold firmly because two can play at this game. He throws the gloves to the ground harshly.

“Let’s see if it really ‘doesn’t affect you like that anymore’.”

His takes the hem of his shirt in his hands, pulling it off his body in one quick move. The piece of garment suffers the same fate as his boxing gloves: thrown carelessly to the ground. You don’t break eye contact with him even as he reaches for the gloves again, refusing to give him the satisfaction. He doesn’t back down either, putting the gloves back on without taking his eyes off yours. You almost lost it because holy shit how can someone put on boxing gloves without even looking at it??

When the gloves are secured properly on his hands, he says: “Now let me show you what showing off is.”

Jeongguk then goes back to the punching bag, taking a stance in front of it once again before he starts punching, hard. Now that his upper body is void of any clothings, your eyes roam freely across his body, from his bulging bicep to the taut muscles of his back. From his shoulderblades, you go down his back until you reach his tiny waist. It’s the one thing that will always fascinate you about Jeongguk, how his wide shoulders come down to a waist that slim it’s almost unreal. Oh, he would look so good in a crop top.

As he continues his rapid fire at the punching bag, you can’t help but wonder about his front side, so you make your way around until you’re on his right side. His tattooed side. His inked arm looks even better when it’s flexing like this, and the newly-added colors seem to be dancing following the rhythm of his punches. Aside from his tattoos, you can also see the front of his torso from this side, his sweaty heaving chest the next destination your eyes land on. Then they come down to his taut abs, the firm lines forming an eight-pack instead of a six-pack like most people have. The way his whole body is taut from the sheer power of his punches makes you feel things that you have to hold yourself from tackling him down to kiss him senseless.

Jeongguk delivers one last punch to the punching bag with a resounding smack, making you break focus from your activities tracing your boyfriend’s muscles with your eyes. Breathing heavily, he catches your eyes and seems to just notice your change in position. His stare is still piercing, and the sound that comes out of his mouth when he says his next words almost sounds like a growl.

“One last thing.”

You thought he’s going to jab the punching bag for one last time, but he lifts a leg instead, giving a very hard kick to the poor thing. The power of his kick sends the bag and the frame shifting, it tears your gaze away from the way his thigh muscles flex. You can feel yourself getting damp down there as he approaches you while taking off the gloves before he chucks them at you almost angrily.

“Your turn,” he spits out harshly, eyes burning into yours. His harsh tone triggers you to feel as angry as he sounds, prompting you to shout your response at him: “Fine!”

Feeling a burst of courage along with your anger, you take the hem of your t-shirt and pull it off your body exactly like your boyfriend did earlier. It leaves you in the sports bra you haven’t worn since high school which has been restricting your breathing a bit, but you must admit it makes your boobs look good. No wonder Jeongguk can’t take his eyes off you now, even more so when you bend down to retrieve the boxing gloves he threw at you.

“You’re so fucking annoying,” you say through gritted teeth as you pull on the left glove. “So fucking irritating,” you continue pulling on the right one. “And so fucking infuriating.” You finish putting on the gloves, ready to punch anything now.

Instead of the punching bag, you go for Jeongguk’s chest. He looks a bit shocked at that, but remains composed as you continue hitting his chest while talking. “I don’t know what you’re trying to prove here.” Another jab.

“I already said I always stare at you.” Punch.

“I already admitted how much I like your muscles.” A jab at his abs.

“How much I like your tattoos.” A shove at his tattooed shoulder.

“How much I love your body.” Another punch at his abs.

“What else, huh? Do you want me on my knees for you?” A shove at his chest with both of your hands.

“Okay, fuck, you’re hot! Smoking hot! So fucking hot I had to hold myself from kissing the fuck out of — mmph!”

Your sentence is cut off abruptly by Jeongguk’s hands gripping your jaw and him kissing you harshly like he wants to devour you whole. The way he presses his lips against yours is bruising, you’re sure your lips are gonna be swollen after this. You try to return his kisses with the same pace, but it’s proven a difficult task as he’s set an unforgiving pace to begin with.

When he bites into your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, you cry out in pain as your hand comes up at his chest to push him away. Only then you both realize you’re still wearing the boxing gloves, making Jeongguk grunt unhappily.

“Fuck, take them off. Now,” he demands, lips going back after yours, not even giving you a chance to properly take the gloves off. You reach blindly for the strap, but are still unsuccessful even after almost a minute of trying. Jeongguk lets out a frustrated groan when he feels you slipping away from the kiss, pulling away from your lips to yank your gloved hands into his so he can take the damn gloves off already.

“Can’t even take them off without me,” he growls, his hands wrenching the gloves off your hands. “Do you need help taking your clothes off too? Huh?” He tugs you forward by the hips, lips connecting back with yours. This time he sucks on your bottom lip, a silent apology for the bite earlier. “You have no idea how hot you look in that bra, baby,” he whispers in between kisses and sucks. “So fucking sexy, I’d have you right here, right now.”

You can’t help but let out a moan at his words, feeling your legs shake. If there was a dampness in your underwear before, there’s definitely a wet patch on it now. It doesn’t help that Jeongguk starts kissing down your jaw to your neck, where his cold lip ring constrasts the warmth of his lips and mouth. He focuses on a spot where your shoulder meets your neck, and settles there with his tongue and teeth abusing your sensitive skin until it turns an angry shade of red.

While his mouth is busy up there, his hands find home on your waist, his fingers slipping under the waistband of your shorts to stroke the skin there. You’re so overwhelmed by all the sensory stimulations that you almost stumble when Jeongguk moves his legs forward. He notices that, so he puts his hands under your thighs to haul your body up before leaning your back against the wall so he can continue his assault on your neck peacefully.

One of his hands that was previously on your thigh moves to your ass, squeezing the round flesh and eliciting yet another moan out of you. You can feel his smirk against the skin of your neck, fully satisfied of your responses to his ministrations. Feeling that your neck is covered enough by various shades of red, he kisses his way to your shoulder as his hand that’s previously on your ass moves back up to slide your bra strap off the shoulder so he has plenty of room to work. You can feel yourself gush out more wetness down there.

“Baby, look at me,” he tells you, separating his lips from your skin for a moment. You try your hardest to open your eyes and look at him through your blurry vision. You could cry from how turned on you are right now. “Can you hold yourself up?” he asks.

You’re not sure, but you nod nonetheless. Holding your arms around his neck and crossing your legs around his waist, you steel yourself as he lets go of your thigh, letting the wall and his body alone supporting your weight. You thought it’s because he wants to hold your face with both hands when he kisses you again, but you thought wrong as you let out a whine of pleasure when his left hand comes in contact with your right breast. He holds it gently instead of squeezing like what he did to your ass, but what prompts the sound is the way his thumb rubs tight circles on your nipple through the fabric of your bra. He’s too attuned with your body that he knows your nipples are very sensitive when you’re turned on like this, even under layers of clothing.

“You like that, baby?” Jeongguk exhales, seemingly not faring any better himself. His thumb continues its movements on your chest while his mouth goes back to sucking bruises onto your shoulder. Too busy feeling both sensations, you fail to notice that his right hand has gone from your shoulder. It’s two seconds later that you almost slip off the wall as you let out a surprised whimper when two fingers of his suddenly press down on your soaked core.

“Fuck, you’re drenched,” Jeongguk says breathlessly, starting to rub slow circles on your clit. You’re sure by now your underwear is far beyond ruined from how much wetness is coming out of you right now. But Jeongguk is not Jeon Jeongguk if not a menace.

“This is gonna make it worse, sorry baby,” he warns seconds before crashing his lips back on yours, the pace weirdly slow and sensual instead of harsh and passionate like earlier. You think nothing of it, accepting his kisses as how he gives them. But then he licks at your bottom lip, and the gasp you let out is used as an opportunity to slide his tongue inside your mouth. When his tongue meets yours, your suspicion is confirmed.

The fucker has a tongue piercing.

He’s been licking around your skin with that damn piercing on and you are too far gone in pleasure to realize. He continues to lick his way into your mouth, each swipe of the metal against your tongue making more wetness flow out of you. At this point, it’s a waterfall down there and you’re sure he’s aware because his fingers haven’t stopped their movement since starting it, instead going faster with the help of the added lubrication.

“What the fuck, Jeongguk?!” you manage to whisper-shout in between kisses. There are so many things you have to say to him regarding the newest addition on his tongue, but he gives you no chance as he speeds up the movement of his fingers on your clit. He alternates the pressure between hard and light to tease you, all the while swallowing your moans of complaint right into his mouth.

You feel the coil in your belly tighten rapidly with the way Jeongguk’s fingers don’t let up the pace, and you hurriedly grab his wrist to pull his hand away from your center. He’s way stronger than you, though, so the hand stays where it is and his fingers continue their assault on the bundle of nerves.

“Stop — stop — ! I’m gonna — cum — !” Your grip on his wrist tightens. “Jeong — guk! Please, don’t wan’t — to come in my pants — !”

“Oh, what’s that? You want to come on my tongue instead?” Jeongguk breathes out, his finger giving one last flick on your abused clit. You shudder, imagining the ball of metal on his tongue coming in contact with the most sensitive part of your body. “Hmm, you’d like that wouldn’t you, test out my new piercing as you sit on my face like it’s your personal seat?”

You don’t have the energy to respond, too busy getting oxygen into your lungs. Your core is still throbbing painfully after being denied the release it so badly needed (you denied yourself, so you can’t really blame anyone else), and it clenches around nothing when Jeongguk decides his taunting hasn’t concluded yet.

“Or I can continue what I was doing with my fingers, rubbing you as I insert a finger or two, feeling you gush out even more of your juices for me.” He goes back to kissing your neck pink and purple, moving to your other shoulder that’s still clean of colors. This time, though, instead of only letting your bra strap fall from your shoulder, he coaxes your arm out of the loop so he can pull down the cup part and letting your breast fall free. He wastes no time in rolling your nipple between his fingers, occasionally giving it a pinch. You can only whimper as a response.

His mouth moves downward when he deems your shoulder colorful enough, and before you know it, he has your nipple in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue and sucking on it. Even with his mouth full, he’s still determined to keep your core nice and wet for him by spewing more filthy words from between his lips.

“Or would you rather be bent over the bathroom walls as I pound you from behind?” His question sounds like a promise to your ears. “I remember that one time we did it in your shower and you came so much I thought you were going to pass out.” The image conjured up in your brain of the memory is vivid, you can remember the numb feeling in your legs after you both finished. Jeongguk had to carry you out of the bathroom because your entire body had felt like mush.

Apparently, you’re not the only one with vivid memories of that day, because Jeongguk shudders in your arms before he drops his face into the crook of your neck. “Ah, shit, I’m so fucking hard right now.” He pauses for five seconds. Then, “shower with me?”

“Only if you promise to put that fucking tongue piercing to good use,” you snap through your teeth, still reeling because your boyfriend now has a tongue piercing. “And bend me over. Slam me against the walls. I don’t care, just fuck me good.”

“Oh, baby, I’ll give you the best fuck of your life.”

Later, when you’re both done with your gym activities and back in your house, watching TV on your couch, Jeongguk makes a confession.

“It’s fake, you know. My tongue piercing.”

“What??” You stare at him with wide eyes, not believing him even the slightest bit. It felt real when it touched your tongue and your.. another sensitive area.

“No, not ‘fake’ like it doesn’t exist, but it’s not actually pierced to my tongue. It’s a clip-on,” he explains, sticking his tongue out before tugging at the metal, the piece of jewelry coming off his tongue without leaving any marks. You stare in awe at the ball now in Jeongguk’s hand.

“I looked up reviews online about tongue piercings, and actually still feel iffy about getting it pierced for real. Then I found this in one of the comments, and thought, why not try it, right?” He gives you a smile as he puts the clip-on piercing aside. “Besides, I know you’re not fully on board with this idea either, so I don’t want to do anything you don’t want me to do. But I see you liked it, huh? It felt good, right?”

“Well, yeah, I almost died,” you mumble, hiding your face in his shoulder. It’s crazy how different you both are compared to an hour ago when you were busy getting it on in the gym showers. You can feel your face getting hot at the memory of him bending your body over the cold walls as water streamed down from overhead. “Maybe keep it for after hours only?”

He laughs before kissing the top of your head softly. “I mean, it’s a great compromise,” he considers. “Besides, if I do get one, I wouldn’t be able to kiss you for, like, weeks. Who can go around without kissing for that long??”

It’s your turn to laugh as you cup his cheek, angling his head so you can slot your lips against his in a soft kiss. “Certainly not you, big baby.”

Jeongguk turns his body completely to face you, pulling you into his lap so he can continue pressing his lips against yours with soft sighs slipped in between. He sneaks his hands under your t-shirt and rubs circles onto your hipbones, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

“You wanna go again? I think I can go for a round two.”

“Hmm.. no, too tired.”

“I’ll put on the clip-on and let you sit on my face. You won’t even have to lift a finger.”

“Tomorrow, okay? I’m seriously really tired and could use a nap right now.”

“Alright, tomorrow.”

“Don’t pout, you baby, tomorrow I’ll ride your face and anything else you want me to do.”

“Mmh, kay, love you.”

“Love you too, now shush or I’ll throw the clip-on out.”

— a/n: thanks for reading! any feedbacks here would be greatly appreciated :D

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

— pairing: basketball player!jk x named oc

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

— word count: 3.8k

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

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

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

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His name is Jeon Jeongguk.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So Jeongguk announced to everyone that they were neighbors.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I told you I can’t play basketball!”

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

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

“So you admit to always watching me play?”

Junghwa’s mouth drops open.

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

“I told you I can’t do lay-ups!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What words.”

“The ones that said we’re dating.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re rambling.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s gross.”

“Hey!”

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

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

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

“Thanks, Jeongguk.”

“Yeah, Junghwa.”

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

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

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

“Better educate them better, then.”

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

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

“Can I kiss you every time I score?”

“No.”

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

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

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

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

love (and all of its complications) | kth

— pairing: photography student!tae x reader

— genre: fluff, angst (a bit) | college au

— word count: 3.1k

— warnings: insecurities, self-deprecating thoughts, (most likely) inaccurate use of photography terms, the nickname love, brief mention of min yoonji (haha)

— summary: when you think you're not worth loving, he lists all the reason why you are.

— author's note: this is a request from a friend based on the song best part of me by ed sheeran (ft. yebba)! so its a bit oc-centric. if you're having similar thoughts to oc, i hope tae's words can become a source of comfort for you :) enjoy!

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The first thing you notice upon waking up from slumber is the weight of your boyfriend’s head on your chest, his fluffy hair tickling your chin. As much as you like having him close like this, the position makes it hard for you to breathe, so you shift your body a little to give your lungs the oxygen they deserve. Your movement triggers that of his as well, his arm tightening around your waist and his leg around your legs, making you sigh in defeat.

A glance at the wall clock tells you that it’s still way too early for him to wake up, so you decide to give him those extra hours of sleep you know he will appreciate later. Your hand settles on his hair, fingers running through the strands once before you angle your head to give him a kiss on the top of his head. He stirs a bit but doesn’t wake up, instead he snuggles closer to your body like you’re his personal body pillow.

When your hand catches on his t-shirt while rubbing his back, the black color of the fabric reminds you that your boyfriend had gone straight to bed last night in the same clothes he had been wearing all night. Any protests you put up fell on deaf ears as he whined for you to get into bed with him, claiming he was too exhausted to wash up. Between his big puppy eyes and pouting lips, you couldn’t find it in you to deny him of your hold, allowing him to pull you onto the mattress and into dreamland.

Last night was the opening night of Taehyung’s photography exhibition, so you understand the state of exhaustion he’s in. You’ve witnessed first-hand how stressed he was preparing for this event, from the initial proposal to choosing the photos to display and arranging them in the exhibition venue according to his vision. It was filled with countless sleepless nights and too many cups of coffee you started to worry about his wellbeing, something you told him often. Despite his reassurance that he would be fine, you still found yourself biting your lip in worry every time he looked even the slightest bit tired.

Last night, he proved to you that all of those sleepless nights and bitter coffees are worth it as he proudly hosted the opening night of his own exhibition that has been his dream for so long. You had watched as the sparks never left his eyes for the entirety of the night, even though he had to be on his feet for hours and talk non-stop to the guests. You watched with admiration in your eyes every time he explained the meaning behind the photos on display, feeling pride swell in your heart when you see that people were as mesmerized as you were listening to him talk about his art.

You had let yourself wander around the exhibition without him, letting him be the star of the show on his own. It was fascinating to see the exhibition in its finished form when you’ve only seen parts of the building process, seeing the bits you recognize and how it came to life with the things added around them. It was also different seeing the photos finally lined up according to the story that Taehyung wants to tell, the message he wants to convey. Through the various colors and techniques, he bares his mind to everyone and hopes that it was enough to be understood.

You’ve always admired Taehyung’s photography skills. The way he captures mundane things and makes them appear extraordinary in his shots never fails to evoke emotions out of you, sometimes even making you believe that the world is as beautiful as it is behind his camera lens. Often you wonder if that’s how he sees the world — through a rose-colored glass, void of the black-colored stains that’s always lurking in the corner.

You found the answer last night, when he was talking to his photography club friends about the general theme of his exhibition. It’s not exactly looking at the world through a rose-colored glass — or lens, in his case — but just to show people than you can find beauty even in the tiniest nook and cranny of places you never thought to be beautiful. You thought it’s an endearing concept, but one of his friends argued that the narrative seems too idealistic in the way it sugarcoats the harsh realities of the world. They had launched into a discussion of this topic with different opinions from each one of Taehyung’s friends, giving their own input as to why this is damaging or healing.

The discussion was intense and at some point even they made you voice your thoughts on the matter as someone who doesn’t see the world through a lens like the rest of them. Your answer, of course, made them groan because it aligns with your boyfriend’s opinion, giving the impression that you were just saying things to support him even though it was your honest thoughts on the topic. Taehyung had given you a huge grin before squeezing you in a side-hug, relaying his gratitude silently. The conversation continued in a good-manered banter, soon after shifting to the techniques used in Taehyung’s photographs.

The words being thrown around sounded so foreign to you, who was only able to recognize the terms composition and exposure. Something about positioning, lighting, coloring, editing.. you tuned them out after a while. Despite so, you didn’t miss the way Taehyung talked animatedly about his craft, responding to each and every query from his friends with enthusiasm. It was clear from the discussion that everyone in the club is really passionate about this, about the things they want to tell through photographs, about the message each of them carries in every frame they capture.

Sometimes you wonder how it feels to be that passionate about something.

You have your own interests and hobbies, of course, ones you even think are your passion in life that you’d continue doing for the rest of your life. You spend weeks, months, years to perfect your own art until you’re confident that you have put out the best results and can proudly present them to the world. Surely, this is your passion, your life calling, you’re meant to do this for as long as you live. For a moment, you truly believed that.

Soon after, reality turns bleak as you come to a realization that your best does not even come close to someone else’s worst. Every corner you turn, there’s always someone with more things to offer; more appeal, more elegance, more eloquence. Your best result, the one you created with all the effort you could muster, paled in comparison to them. Hell, it was annihilated, utterly destroyed without a trace left. You’d watched your dreams crash and burn, taking your confidence with them.

Striped off your art, your passion, you’re left with a gaping hole of what else? What else do you have to offer to the world? What else do you have in you that’s worth showing off? What else can you do to prove your worth? What else can you do if not this?

Those questions play themselves in an endless loop inside your head, plaguing your mind day in, day out. There are times when they’re not as loud, only serving as background noise while you go through your day, but you find there are more times that they are roaring in your ears like thunder prior to a storm. They get worse whenever you see people talking about what they do with so much fervor, the fire in their eyes reflecting in your empty ones. Your fire was long gone even before it was able to be ablaze.

Often times, it makes you wonder whether you’ll ever be good enough without a passion.

“Honey? Sweetheart?”

Your boyfriend’s voice brings you out of your thoughts. It sounds even deeper than normal, indicating that he just woke up. When you look down, though, his eyes are wide open and there’s concern in them, like he can hear the thunder that rumbled in your head moments prior. You hope not. It’s too early for him to be worried.

“Are you okay?” Uh, oh. “I called you like, five times before this. Thought you were still asleep, but you’re awake..” Taehyung turns in your hold, holding himself up using his right arm. The worry in his eyes doesn’t cease, and you hate to be the cause of it.

“I’m fine, Tae, why wouldn’t I be?” You press your lips into a faint smile, hoping he would just chalk it up to you being tired from the event last night. His left hand comes up to your cheek and you lean into the touch, unconsciously releasing a small sigh.

“You had that faraway look that you do whenever you’re thinking about something,” Taehyung says, his gaze analyzing your expression. “And this time, it’s paired with a frown,” he continues, the pad of his thumb lightly brushing over the corner of your lips which you try really hard to keep upturned. “You’re not fine, love.”

Another sigh escapes your lips as you close your eyes, hating the fact that your boyfriend knows you like the back of his hand.

“Yeah, it’s just..” How do you downplay this so he doesn’t get more worried? “..morning woes,” you settle. That should be enough. “Don’t worry about it, Tae.”

Your hand reaches for his head so you can go back to running your fingers through his hair like you were doing before he woke up, but he’s having none of it as he pushes himself to a sitting position, ridding you of his body warmth. “You saying that is the reason why I have to worry,” he counters. “Is it one of my friends? Or the guest? Did anyone make you uncomfortable last night?”

“No, no, nothing like that,” you rush to correct his assumptions. Although it is true that your spiraling thoughts started because of his friends, it’s not for the reason he’s thinking of. “It’s just me thinking too much, Tae, it’s okay,” you try to reassure him once again.

“About what?” Taehyung asks, eyes never leaving yours. You wish he’d turn his gaze somewhere else, because you’re not sure the clouds behind your irises can be hidden for much longer. You’d hate to taint this important moment for him with your clouds, dark and rumbling in your mind.

Apparently you’re silent for too long that he deems you’re back in your head again. “Hey, it’s okay.. you can tell me,” he whispers, thumb stroking your cheek gently. His eyes have gone softer now, no longer staring at you with concern swimming in his orbs. You should be relieved, happy that he’s not worried anymore, but somehow the emotion replacing that worry makes your heart tighten in your chest.

Love.

He’s staring at you with love. Gentle and quiet, like he’s saying it doesn’t matter what you have in your mind, doesn’t matter how dark the clouds are, doesn’t matter how much the storm is raging, he will always find your hand to hold and pull you out into the light. He will always love you, whether your head is filled with a ray of sunshine or a raging storm.

“Do you love me?” You say quietly. It’s almost rethorical, with the way his gaze has your answer even before you voice out the question.

“Yes, of course I love you.” It doesn’t even take a second for him to answer. “Is this what you were thinking about? Whether I love you or not?” Taehyung sounds genuinely surprised, maybe because it never occurred to him to doubt his love for you.

Instead of responding to his question, you put your arms around his shoulders and pull him down for a hug. It’s an uncomfortable position and his arms are bent at an awkward angle, but you don’t care. You need to let this man know that you’ve never doubted his love for you either, only the reason behind it and whether you deserve it or not.

“Love, will you tell me what’s going on?” Taehyung’s voice is muffled against your shoulder. You blink back tears that are threatening to spill out as you hide your face in the crook of his neck.

“Why do you love me, Tae?”

The whispered question makes him pull away from the hug to get a look at your expression. You lost your hiding place and have no choice but to let him see you in this state; glassy, red-rimmed eyes, vulnerable. Taehyung’s eyebrows slope downwards and he looks like he’s something between angry and upset. It occurs to you that the single sentence you let out could have been interpreted in so many different ways, so you rush to explain yourself.

“It’s not that — that I don’t believe that you love me. It’s just..” you take a deep breath and release it in a shaky sigh. “Why are you in love with me? I’m not as pretty as your other friends, I’m not talented, not even that smart. Heck, I quit doing my art because I wasn’t good enough at the thing I claimed to be my passion. I don’t have anything about me to be proud of, to be worthy of being loved. Why are you still with me? You could have anyone else that has so much more to offer than me..”

By the end of your explanation, tears have flown freely down your cheeks. It seems silly to be crying even before noon, but the demons inside your head don’t look at the time when they summon storms. You just wish Taehyung didn’t have to see this. He doesn’t deserve this version of you when he has given you nothing but his best.

“I’m still with you because you make me happy,” Taehyung says. He pulls you up into a sitting position before cupping your cheeks in his huge hands, thumbs brushing away your tears. He doesn’t stop even when they continue flowing out of your eyes.

“I’m still with you because you make me laugh with your one-liners, because you laugh at my jokes. I’m with you because you call my photos beautiful even when I think they’re not. I’m with you because you don’t get mad at me whenever I burn food and instead offer to clean up with me. I’m with you because you push me to be the best version of myself even without realizing it.

“You’re beautiful, talented, and smart, love. Even when you choose not to believe it yourself. You’re courageous, too, for deciding to quit when you felt it was too much for you. Many people might not agree with me, but it takes great courage and strength to be able to quit from something you’ve been doing for so long with so much effort. It’s okay if you don’t have something to be passionate about right now, I will be here for you until you find a new one, or maybe get back to the one you left.”

Taehyung smiles, and your sobs get uglier.

“I love you for all the reasons you think you don’t deserve to be loved for, so you can quit worrying about it, okay?”

You sob loudly and he chuckles, endeared, as he pulls you back into his arms. His hands rub soothingly down your back, letting you cry on his shoulder without any complaints. Pressing his cheek against the top of your head, he releases a relieved sigh with a small smile.

“You know, it’s a wonder as well that you love me,” Taehyung laughs quietly. “I can’t cook, I’m terribly messy, and when I work on my project I ignore you for days. Do you remember the twenty missed calls you left because I fell asleep in the studio when preparing for the exhibition?”

You sniff and chuckle, your voice sounding funny when you talk because of your blocked nose. “That’s because you’re passionate. You just worried me when you didn’t pick up your phone, thought you were dead from exhaustion.” You clear your throat to get rid of the scratchiness of your voice. “Also I don’t mind that you can’t cook, as long as you stay updated on delivery places so we have something different to eat every day.”

“You don’t mind that I can’t cook because you can’t cook either, love.”

“Yeah, that too.”

Taehyung lets out another chuckle as he squeezes your form, peppering your head with kisses. You both stay like that for a while, enjoying each other’s body warmth. It allows you to settle the storm inside your head, now only a pitter-patter against the window in your mind. Soon, it’ll be filled with sunshine again. You believe it will.

“Can I ask you about something?” Taehyung says after minute of being silent. You hum your affirmation, allowing him to continue. “What triggered you? To think about all of that this early in the morning?”

“It’s almost eleven, Tae, not early at all,” you muse, ignoring the first part of his question. You let out a sigh when he gives no response to your joke. “Just.. meeting your friends last night. They’re fine, I swear! But the way you guys were talking about the exhibition, about photography in general.. it made me realize how passionate you all are and made me wonder why I can’t be that passionate towards something as well. Yeah, there you go.”

“Oh, love..” Taehyung sighs.

“Also, your friends are really pretty and talented, I couldn’t help but feel insecure, you know?” You add, tone light and playful to let your boyfriend know that you’re okay now. Even if there’s some truth to your words. “Who’s the one who has dark blue hair? I saw the shot she showed you on her phone, it was really beautiful and stuck with me the most.”

“Oh, that’s Min Yoonji. If you remember Yoongi from the club last year, she’s his twin. Yoongi couldn’t come last night so he sent her in his stead,” Taehyung explains. “You don’t have to be insecure, though. Yoonji might be pretty and talented, but she’s not you.”

You snort out a shy laugh. “Alright, I get it. Ease up on the flirting, will you?”

“Hey, I’m serious!” He laughs and it’s so contagious you find yourself laughing out loud as well. “Really, though, love. Okay?”

“Hmm,” you respond. Then, “I love you, Tae.”

“I love you too,” he replies. “Now can we get breakfast? Brunch? I’m starving.”

And as you laugh again, you think you’ll be fine. You think the storms will calm down into a drizzle, and the drizzle will soon let up to allow a ray of sunshine to pass through the clouds. There might even be a rainbow adorning the sky of your mind, and it will look picture-perfect just like how Taehyung captures the world in his lens.

You’ll be fine.

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between grocery trips and boxing sessions, where do we stand? | jjk

— pairing: boxer!jk x f. reader

— genre: fluff | college!au, boxer!jk, childhood friend!jk, friends to lovers, idiots to lovers

— word count: 3.3k

— warnings: harsh words, tattooed and pierced jk (eyebrow and lip), making out, both jk and oc being idiots

— summary: after too many trips to the grocery store and boxing gym, the blurry lines start clouding your vision. he’s determined to set things straight—his way.

masterlist | boxer!gguk masterlist

Cleaning duty sucks.

You have been aware of this fact ever since you were little, when your mom would tell you to help her clean around the kitchen while she was cooking. Back then, it was only as simple as helping her keep the counter clean by throwing plastic wrappers into the trash can. You soon realized, though, that life wasn’t gonna be that simple forever as you hauled trash bags outside on the daily.

As you grow even older, you learn that cleaning goes far beyond throwing the trash out.

“... don’t forget to vacuum the floor, wipe the kitchen counter after you cook, and oh— please change my bedsheets and do the laundry, okay sweetie? We’ll be back next week. Love you!”

That was your mom’s farewell message as she got into the car with your dad, off to a vacation in a location unknown to you. Apparently they thought it was a good idea to go on a vacation when you’re home because then they wouldn’t have to worry about the house being empty and dirty when they’re away. You almost felt offended that they were treating you like a housekeeper, but you guess they deserved some alone time away from you after taking care of you for the past 19 years.

Suddenly feeling obligated to repay what they have done for you for all your life, you start checking off things in the mental note you made of the list your mom gave you. You vacuumed the floor, did the laundry, changed the sheets in your parents’ bedroom, wiped the kitchen squeaky clean, even made time to water your mom’s plants even though she didn’t ask you to do it. All in one day.

By the time you finish everything and have taken a shower, it’s nearing midnight and your whole body is too sore and heavy to even get yourself to bed. You take refuge in the living room couch, one arm over your eyes because you really don’t have the energy to get up and turn the lights off. Maybe putting this off until the last minute was a terrible idea after all.

The soft couch cushion you’re lying on makes it so easy to slip into slumber, like a lullaby welcoming you to sleep with its open arms. You don’t even care that the room is still bright or the fact that you don’t have a blanket on, you still let sleep take you away. It doesn’t occur to your tired mind that you haven’t even locked the doors yet.

You’ve only been asleep for a few minutes when your mind registers faint murmurs from a person who’s sitting by your waist on the couch.

“.... she’s fine …”

“... asleep now, yeah …”

“... yes, I will, okay …”

“ … yeah, no problem. Bye.”

There’s a split second of fear upon realizing you were supposed to be alone in the house right now, but something about the person’s voice sounds so familiar that you find yourself relaxing rather quickly. When you crack one eye open to check, a pair of round eyes stares back at you with worry. You close your eyes again with a groan.

“What are you doing here.”

He doesn’t answer your question and instead nudges your arm away from your face so he can press his palm against your forehead. The warmth it provides you is so fleeting that when he pulls away you find yourself wanting to reach for his hand to put it back on your forehead. (You hate how weak you are to his body warmth.)

He is obviously unaware of your inner dilemma and he sounds upset as he says his next words.

“Why didn’t you answer your phone? Do you know how worried I was when I received a call from your mom sobbing, saying that she hadn’t been able to reach you for the past hour? Do you know how fast I was driving just to get here as soon as possible? Do you even have any idea how upset I am right now to find you sleeping on the couch? Why are you sleeping on the couch anyway?”

His increasing volume is too loud for your still-hazy mind and you flail your arms around to get him to shut up. After taking some time to process his train of concern, your focus is set on one thing:

“Why did my mom call you of all people?”

“That’s the only thing you heard from my abundance of questions? Seriously?” He sounds offended. “Find your phone. I’m going to sleep here because apparently I can’t leave you unsupervised for one day without you going MIA and causing everyone to panic.”

He gets up from the couch and you open your eyes to see him headed for the door. You just realize that he’s in his gym clothes, hair still wet with perspiration. Was he in the middle of a boxing session when your mom called? How bad was it that he didn’t think to shower first before going straight to your home?

You decide to ignore the weird feeling in your chest that arose after those thoughts, choosing to instead search for your phone like Jeongguk told you to. You find it lying next to the television, run out of battery because you had used Spotify on it while you were cleaning all day. Clearly plugging it into the charger had slipped your mind when you were busy being exhausted after deep-cleaning your house and its contents.

Jeongguk comes back into the house with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, confirming your suspicion earlier that he came straight from a boxing session. He locks the door behind him and faces you with a stern look on his face.

“I’m going to take a shower,” he says. “Please don’t do anything stupid while I do.”

You roll your eyes. “My phone was dead and I fell asleep! It wasn’t stupid!”

He’s already turning around but has time to slip in a last comment over his shoulder. “Stupid enough to make your mom call your boyfriend while crying.”

This man just won’t give you a break. First he came barging into your house, yelled at you when you were half-asleep, dumped information about your mom calling him while crying, announced he was going to spend the night here, and now he calls himself your boyfriend?

What the hell is going on?

You plug your phone into the charger and wait for it to turn back on. It takes a while, and when it does you almost have a headache from how many missed calls there are from your mom. There are a few from your dad too, and even three from Jeongguk himself. It’s no wonder he had hurried straight home from the gym, your mom must have called him while spewing nonsense about how she was afraid that you were kidnapped or something.

You send a text to both your parents to assure them that you are okay before putting your phone down to let it charge. The absence of the device from your hand makes you suddenly aware of the faint sounds from the bathroom, reminding you that you are no longer alone in the house.

“Jeon Jeongguk! Don’t use my shampoo!”

You’re falling asleep again in the exact same spot when a freshly-showered Jeongguk dumps his body on top of yours, completely disregarding the fact that his big build could crush you. You try to shove him off you but he makes himself a dead weight, refusing to budge. You wonder how this man still has this much strength when he just got back from exercising half an hour prior.

“I’m sorry,” he says from his position on your chest. “For yelling at you. I was really worried and scared that something bad had happened to you.”

You feel his words more than you hear them, half because of his position and the other half because he lets them out in a sound above a whisper. He sounds genuinely sorry for once, the usual playful undertones gone from his voice. You pat his back softly to let him know he doesn’t have anything to worry about.

“But seriously though, what were you doing that you were completely off the grid? Your mom was almost hysterical when she called me, you know.” He splays his hands on your stomach, propping his chin on them in order to look at your face.

“Cleaning,” you mumble out. “Mom told me to deep-clean the house while she’s away and I put it off until today because a certain someone couldn’t stop bothering me for the past week.”

Your eyes are still closed so you can’t see the expression Jeongguk is making in response to your answer, but you’re pretty sure he’s scoffing right now.

“I was supervising you,” he says. “Also don’t act like you hate spending time with me, I still remember that one time you drooled over my muscles while I was boxing.”

“Shut up or I’m kicking you out.”

“How exactly are you going to do that? You’re currently stuck between the couch and my very muscly body and I have my big arms around your body, you’re literally trapped.” As if to prove his point, his hold on your waist tightens just a fraction. “You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart.”

“Dreamland, that’s where I’m going.” You put your arm over your eyes again, a sign that you’re done dealing with this human being on your stomach. “Good night, Jeongguk.”

“Aw, come on,” Jeongguk whines. “You have your boyfriend in your home, your parents are away, and it’s only a little past midnight. Other girls would kill for an opportunity like this and all you wanna do is sleep?”

You heave out a huge sigh before opening your eyes to look at him with an annoyed expression on your face.

“Okay, first, I’m not ‘other girls’—” You make air quotation marks with your hands. “—and I just really want to go to sleep right now. Second, you’re gross. Third, you’re not my boyfriend. Stop saying you are.”

At that, he lifts himself off you but keeps hovering, his figure casting a shadow over you. “Hold on. What do you mean I’m not your boyfriend?”

“What do you mean ‘what do I mean’??”

He sounds confused. You sound even more confused.

The bewildered expression on his face doesn’t falter as he sits up, prompting you to do the same. “I, me, Jeon Jeongguk—” he points at himself with every word he says, “—am your boyfriend. You—” he points at you, “—are my girlfriend. Aren’t you??”

Your mouth is agape. “Since when??”

“Since the day I got here and you stared at my tattoos and piercings and we made out on this very couch?”

“What makes you think that makes me your girlfriend??”

“Well, you did kiss me first.”

“You tempted me to!”

“Ah, so you admit my lips are tempting?”

You pull at your hair in frustration, barely holding a scream in. Jeongguk looks like he’s having the time of his life teasing you like this.

“My point is,” you say through gritted teeth, “kissing each other doesn’t make us boyfriend and girlfriend. It takes way more shit to be my boyfriend.”

“Like what?” Jeongguk challenges.

“Oh I don’t know.. going on dates? Tell me you like me? Ask me if I want to be your girlfriend?”

You glare when he only chuckles as if you’re the one being ridiculous and not him. Sometimes you wonder if the gears in his head are working right; it seems like they malfunctioned at some point and are now turning backwards, resulting in his absurd behavior.

“We go on dates though?” When you only respond with a frown, he elaborates. “Grocery shopping dates?”

“That’s— that’s not a date, that’s me trying to shop in peace while trying to stop you from throwing anything and everything into the cart and potentially making us go over the budget limit.”

“Okay, guilty.” Jeongguk puts his hands up in mock surrender. “But I take you to my boxing sessions too! That’s a date! Kinda.. sorta..” he trails off with a guilty grin. You’re not convinced at all.

Heaving a sigh, you feel all of the energy in your body evaporate just from dealing with the boy in front of you. It doesn’t help that it’s almost two in the morning and your whole body is still sore from cleaning the house for the entire day.

“I don’t know how you can look like that but be clueless about this kinda thing,” you mumble, yawning before continuing your sentence. “If you want someone to be your girlfriend, tell her how you feel properly. Show her that you like her, that you want to be with her. Dragging her around and kissing her unprompted is not the way to do it, Jeongguk.”

“I don’t see it as dragging you around, though,” he says with a frown. “I ask you to go with me because I want you there with me. I never needed help choosing the brand for the milk my mom asked for because we always get the same brand every time. I just like the way you argued with me in the dairy aisle because I insisted that my mom wanted skimmed milk instead of whole milk. It was cute that you remembered how I had thrown up after drinking a glass of skimmed milk when I was twelve. The little things, you know?”

His somber expression lights up when he grins cheekily. “As for the boxing sessions, I just like watching you drool over my muscles and deny it when you’re caught.”

You grab a pillow closest to you and smack him square in the face with it.

“Alright, alright. I wanted to impress you with my boxing skills and show you that I’m no longer that skinny kid you knew in grade school. Like, ‘I’m cool now would you please look at me’ kinda way.”

You relent after his confession. “Yeah, alright, you’re cool now. Still though, all of that is useless because you didn’t say anything about wanting me to be your girlfriend.”

“Yeah.. sorry about the lack of words. But I did show you a lot how much I wanted to be your boyfriend, like this.”

He leans forward and captures your lips with his.

Your mind immediately focuses on how his lip ring feels against your lips, the piece of silver never failing to make you feel things even after countless times of tasting it between your lips. You wonder if the reason he got the piercing in the first place was to make anyone who kisses him crazy and become addicted to kissing his lips, because you sure are. (But you won’t admit it directly to his face.)

You’re enjoying the way his lips press against yours when he groans in protest, hands reaching for your waist to pull you on his lap. You put your arms around his neck and he takes that as a cue to pull your body flush against his. All the while never breaking contact between his lips and yours.

When you’re playing with his lip ring with your tongue, you feel his lips lift up into a smirk, making you realize you have fallen into a trap so perfectly set you didn’t even see it coming. You pull away abruptly to give this boy a piece of your mind, but any thoughts you previously have are gone when he moves down and plants open-mouthed kisses down your throat.

“Still loving the ring, I see,” he says hotly against your skin. He trails his kisses upwards to your earlobe with his tongue peeking out, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “Should I get one on my tongue too? Bet it would feel so much better than the one on my lip.”

The mental image of Jeon Jeongguk with piercings on both his lip and tongue is so dangerous that you will yourself to voice your objection aloud. “P-please don’t.”

“Why not?” he taunts. “I can already see you sucking on it, tugging on it with your own tongue.” He makes his way back down and is now mouthing at your collarbone. Kisses escalate into bites and you have to hold down a moan when he starts sucking at the spot. “Would feel amazing when I run my tongue on your lips.. the other lips too..”

You shudder thinking about the endless possibilities. And that is exactly why you need to stop this boy from getting a tongue piercing just for the sole purpose of riling you up.

“Y-you know.. this is not h-how you convince someone to be y-your girlfriend..”

“Hm.. really?” he nips at your neck and you yelp. “You seem to be enjoying this just fine.”

“Am n-not..”

“Say that again and I’ll make sure to use my lip ring on your other lips to shut you up.”

You bite your tongue in fear he will do as he says. There’s only so much you can take in one night.

“Good girl,” he says before crashing his lips back on yours.

In the morning, you find yourself waking up on the couch with Jeongguk splayed on top of you like a human body pillow. His head is on your chest, his messy hair sticking out in a hundred different directions. You belatedly realize that his hair smells like yours, which can only mean that he used your shampoo when showering last night. Must have missed your mind when you were occupied by another part of his body.

Him being on top of you makes you mostly immobile, only being able to move your arms around. So you settle on wrapping them around his frame, one hand reaching for his head so you can run your fingers through his hair slowly. The action is so soothing that you soon find yourself closing your eyes and slipping back to sleep.

You jolt awake, though, when your mom’s voice sounds from above you.

“Honey, you’re awake, right? Wake your boyfriend so you can have breakfast, I made omelettes.” She gestures to Jeongguk with the word boyfriend and you wonder if the sleeping boy told your parents that you are dating. That would explain why she called him when she couldn’t reach you last night.

You’re just about to shake him awake when he lets out a chuckle, letting you know he’s already awake. “You heard that, babe? Even your mom thinks I’m your boyfriend.”

“You told her that, didn’t you?” You scoff. “How long have you been awake?”

“A few minutes, maybe. Woke up to you playing with my hair and didn’t want you to stop so I stayed quiet.” He lets out a big yawn before nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck. “And no, I didn’t tell her anything. Maybe she just assumed we were dating because we make out all the time.”

“You’re really gross.” You pull at his hair a bit harshly but instead of groaning in pain, he does so in pleasure. “Oh yeah, baby, get kinky with me.”

“Oh my God, get lost.”

He chuckles again before planting a soft kiss on your neck, the gesture so soft you can’t believe that he just made a dirty joke a few seconds prior.

“So.. we’re dating now, right? I’m your boyfriend and you’re my girlfriend?” He asks quietly.

“I don’t know, you never asked.”

“I did last night!” Jeongguk claims, accosted. “And you said yes, although I doubt you remember because you were pretty out of it after I kissed you senseless for hours.”

“Alright, I remember now. Though I also remember that it’s with the condition that you never entertain the thought of getting a tongue piercing ever again.”

“Can’t you reconsider? It’ll feel amazing on your lips, on your chest, on your—”

“I’m breaking up with you.”

Jeongguk laughs. “Love you, girlfriend.”

(Between grocery trips and boxing sessions, this one might just be your favorite.)

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