8 Times

8 Times

Summary: 8 times you woke up without Jungkook: The 7 times you convince him to come back, and the 1 time you can’t.

Word Count: 4.9K

Dilf! Idol! Jungkook x Reader

8 Times Extra

8 Times Part 2 TBA

Warnings: Smut, angst, fluff. Masturbation(m), oral sex (m receiving), loving face fucking? Dilf!Jungkook(#dangerous for hearts and wombs), mentions of stalking/sasaengs.

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1. Throwing the blankets from your body and rushing to the bathroom, you drop to your knees and empty the contents of your stomach into the toilet. You expect Jungkook to follow you shortly after. Despite the fact that he sleeps like he’s in a coma, he’s always attentive to your absence in bed. However, you never hear the sounds of his footsteps padding toward the ensuite bathroom.

You watch as the evidence of the secret you’re keeping from Jungkook is flushed down the drain. The walk back to bed reveals that Jungkook was seemingly never there in the first place. In your haste to get to the bathroom, you didn’t even pause to consider him.

Walking out into the hall, you see the colored LED lights on in his game room. Opening the door and seeing Bam, who’s sleeping soundly on his blanket by Jungkook’s feet, you glance past the cute overgrown puppy to see Jungkook sitting in his gaming chair. He’s playing some game, the name of which you have no idea, headphones over his ears directing his full attention to the screen.

You walk further into the room and lightly run your fingers through his hair, and after a slight jump he turns his head into your hand slightly. Just enough to show you he wants you to continue, but not enough to take his attention away from the screen. After a light kiss behind his ear, goosebumps start to rise on the back of his neck. He turns his head to regard you in the led red led lights of his game room,

‘What are you doing up,’ he mutters softly, not wanting to disrupt the peaceful atmosphere that has made its way through the apartment.

You look into his eyes: the same eyes you fell in love with all those years ago. The slightest change in his eyebrows shows that he knows you’re thinking something over. Giving you a reassuring smile, he turns back to the screen, pauses his game, and takes his headphones off. After, he turns his chair around to give his full attention. Pulling you into his lap and placing his hands on your hips, he places a kiss on your forehead before lightly asking,

‘What’s going on in that pretty little head, love?’

Pulling back slightly to look into his eyes, you consider the ramifications of what you need to tell him. Sighing and grabbing his hand you look into his eyes,

‘I’m pregnant’ you whisper.

He freezes underneath your legs. You think he’s going to say everything you’ve been afraid of, but all you hear is the slight waiver to his voice as he says,

‘Really?’

Pulling your eyes from their downcast position, you look up to see tears pooling in his eyes.

‘Yeah, really.’ you laugh, ‘you’re happy about this?’

The tears have started to fall as he looks into your eyes, ‘how could I not be happy? I’m gonna have a baby with the woman I love most in the world.’

You reach up to lightly wipe the tears from under his eyes just as tears have started to fall from your own.

‘I was scared you’d be upset.’ you whisper. It’s then that the serene atmosphere around the two of you shatters. He pauses and looks at you,

‘Do you not want to have a baby?’ he stops for a moment, ‘Love, just know this. There’s nothing more that I want in this world than to have a family with you, but,’ he pauses and swallows, ‘I’ll support whatever decision you want to make.’ His statement ends in a whisper.

It's then that you see the uncertainty in his eyes. You think back to a few moments before, when he was so excited. Why you ever questioned his reaction, you don’t know. The most amazing man in the world sitting in front of you right now.

You place your hands on his cheeks, making sure to look directly into his eyes, ‘I want to have a baby with you Jungkookie.’ you whisper with a smile on your face.

That smile that you love so much appears on your face as he leans in to kiss you sweetly. Lips moving against yours and conveying all of his emotions.

‘I love you so much,’ he whispers. Then he looks down at your stomach and raises a shaky hand to place on your lower abdomen, ‘And I love you so much little peach,’ he lets out a tearful laugh again before reaching up to kiss you once more.

He wraps your legs around his waist and stands up. Carrying you to the bedroom, his lips never let up except to whisper sweet words of affirmation.

And if he spends the rest of the night, alternating between tearfully kissing you and your baby, who could blame him.

2. There’s nothing in particular that causes the rise to consciousness this time. Perhaps it's the loss of warmth, the lack of arms around your waist, or maybe it's the absence of the hand that is glued to your growing baby bump. You turn over fully to examine his side of the bed. His phone isn’t on his night stand, and the sheets are tossed back from where he’s normally cocooned in them.

Rising from bed and pausing at the edge, you rub a hand over your belly before standing up to search for your lover. A quick peek into his game room shows that he’s not up late gaming–a habit he’s been laying off in favor of spending time in bed talking to his baby. Walking quietly toward the living room, you see the lamp on and a quiet noise coming from the TV. It’s basically muted, but turned up just enough for it to not be silent in the living room. His head is resting on the back of the couch, eyes closed, and hand gently petting Bam. Rounding the couch, you plop down next to him, interrupting the serene atmosphere he had created. No words need to be spoken between the two of you right now; he lifts his arm and pulls you against his chest. Legs are thrown over his lap, and as if magnetized, his hand finds its way to your baby bump again.

Sitting in silence for a while with your head resting in the crook of his neck, the two of you allow that same atmosphere to develop again.

It’s obvious there’s something on his mind, but it’s better to let him come to you about it rather than pressuring him to say what’s going on in that beautiful brain of his.

He sighs heavily and quietly voices his insecurities, ‘What if I’m not a good dad?’

This is the first time you’re hearing this from him. At all other times he’s been taking on the beginning challenges of parenthood with a bright smile and even brighter eyes. But, classic Jungkook, he’s never convinced he’s good enough. What if he isn’t good enough for Army? What if he isn’t good enough for BTS? What if he isn’t good enough for his family? You? And now the baby?

You’ve talked him down from all of these concerns before, but when you’ve grown up the way he has, there’s always a million insecurities that arise when his whole life is picked apart by the public.

‘You’re ridiculous,’ you whisper. ‘You’re going to be the best dad ever. I can see it just from the way you love a baby you can’t even hold yet.’

That’s the thing with Jungkook. When he loves, he loves with his whole heart. He never does anything halfheartedly, and parenthood is just the same. You tell him so, but his eyes still look a little uncertain.

Turning to make sure you’re looking directly at him, ‘Jungkook, do you love our peach?’

‘Of course I do but–’ you cut him off.

‘Ah, ah, ah, stop right there. You love peach, and that’s all we could ever ask for.’ You say, punctuating the statement with a soft kiss.

‘How could I not love our little baby?’ He asks.

And that’s all you need to hear before kissing him again, ‘That’s what’s going to make you the best dad. Your undying love for our baby before you’ve even met them.’

He looks at you again before attaching his lips to yours, thumbs still rubbing the side of your belly–right over where his peach is growing. It’s his silent way of telling you thank you–the way he always conveys his apologies.

‘Let’s go to bed, baby.’ you step off the couch pulling his hand with you. He wraps his arms around you from behind and places his chin on top of yours as you both slowly make your way toward the bedroom.

‘Don’t think I’m gonna forget about you letting Bam on the couch just because you’re extra cuddly,’ you say as you’re getting into bed.

‘Shhh baby, you’re dreaming. Go back to sleep.’ He shushes you, and once again his hands find their way back to their rightful place where he can hold his love and his peach.

3. Waking up in bed alone has recently become a regular occurrence. Jungkook, despite sleeping like the dead at all other times, wakes up to the sound of your daughter’s cries before you do. Nabi has him completely wrapped around her tiny little fingers.

Deciding that she might be hungry, and he might be trying to appease her, you make your way out of bed toward your daughter’s nursery. Her crib is still in your shared room, so why he’s made his way to her nursery, you’re not sure.

As you approach the door that is ajar, you halt in your tracks as you see him sitting in your rocking chair, singing softly to his daughter, while pressing her against his shirtless chest. The arm covered in tattoos holds tightly to her while the blank canvas of his other hand is supporting her head.

He looks at her like she hung the stars in the sky, and to him—she did. Jungkook has always loved kids, but he never knew he could love someone so much. The second he heard her tiny cries he knew that everything had changed for him. There’s this tiny human that depends on him now, and he couldn’t be more willing to bend to her every cry.

You don’t recognize the song he’s singing, but it sounds lovely. Gently opening the door a little bit more, he looks up as he catches the movement from his peripherals. You smile at him–heart doing that funny little dance it does when it sees him.

‘How’s our Nabi,’ you ask quietly, mindful not to wake your sleeping baby.

‘Perfect as always,’ he says, ‘Just a little stinky.’ he laughs quietly.

‘Are you gonna put her back in her crib so we can go to bed?’ you ask, running your hand through his hair lightly.

‘In a minute,’ he whispers, ‘I don’t wanna let her go yet.’

‘You have your whole life to hold her, love.’ you reassure quietly.

‘I know,’ he says, ‘but you never know, and I just wanna cherish these moments.’

Looking back you should’ve questioned his words more, but after a few moments when he puts his daughter to bed in the crib next to your bed and makes his way to the comfort of your sheets with you in tow, any questioning thoughts leave your head as sleep takes over.

4. Since the birth of your daughter, it seems like he finds different reasons to leave bed in the middle of the night. Ever the night owl, it’s not very surprising that he seems to enjoy doing random things in the early hours of the morning. It’s becoming a bit of a habit of his–always has been but now it's worse. Except now you don’t find him furiously punching keys and yelling into a headset. He’s most always taking care of his Nabi, or working through the hours of the night so he can have more time in the day to spend with her. It’s only been a month since she was born, but oftentimes you wake up without him.

The difference this time is he’s still in the room. He’s sitting on the floor gently rocking your daughter’s bassinet while watching her.

He must hear the rustling of the sheets when you sit up because he turns his head toward you and throws you a smile over his shoulder.

‘Did Nabi wake up?’ you ask softly.

‘No.’ he says simply. He continues rocking her bassinet. Bam is laying next to him, head propped on his dad’s thigh as he, too, watched your baby.

‘Why’re you up then, love?’

‘I just wanted to see her.’ He says shyly, most likely because he’s aware that his behavior is slightly abnormal.

You don’t find it strange though, oftentimes finding yourself staring at your daughter in wonder of how someone so perfect could grace your presence. Your heart swells a bit with the love you have for the man in front of you. You climb over the bed toward where he’s sitting, and place your hand on his shoulders,

‘I can’t believe you ever questioned if you’d be a good dad or not.’ You tell him with a smile.

‘Sometimes I still wonder, but Nabi is helping me learn how to keep her safe.’ he whispers, eyes still glued to his daughter.

‘It looks like Bam is helping too,’ you laugh, looking at the doberman who hasn’t taken his eyes off of your daughter since she first came home.

‘He’s gonna protect her when I’m not here.’ Jungkook says quietly.

‘Well, come back to bed when you’re done admiring, love. Don’t stay up too long.’ you say before kissing the back of his head and crawling back to bed. And a few seconds later the familiarity of his arms lulls you back to. sleep.

5. The next time you wake up without Jungkook, Nabi is still soundly asleep in her bassinet. You’re about to get out of bed to search for Jungkook when you recognize the sound of the shower running from the ensuite bathroom.

You’re about to let him take his weird midnight shower and go back to sleep when you hear a muffled moan from the bathroom.

Sex is something the two of you haven’t indulged in since before Nabi was born. Namely because you’re not allowed to yet. You miss falling apart beneath his fingers, tongue, and cock. Bringing him pleasure is probably one of your favorite things to do. The sounds he lets out, the words of affirmation he mutters, and the faces of indescribable euphoria he makes as pleasure overtakes him.

You throw the cover back and make your way to the bathroom. You can see the outline of his body through the glass shower door. He has one hand pressed against the wall, and the other is rapidly stroking his erection. He’s standing beneath the water–long dark hair pushed away from his face showing off his furrowed brows and the way he’s biting his lip in an attempt to contain his moans.

After stripping off your clothes as quietly as possible, you slide the shower door open, and that’s when he notices you. Water is cascading down his bare chest and as your eyes make their way farther down his body, you see his long, hard cock. Almost painfully red at the tip with veins running up and down the length of him. Despite your entrance, the pace on his cock never faltered.

Placing your hand on his wrist, you stop his movements to replace your hand with his own. He lets out an inhumane sound and throws his head back once you start stroking him; you haven’t touched him since before the birth of your daughter, and it’s definitely long overdue.

‘Yeah, jagi, your hand always feels better than mine does, fuck.’ he stutters out.

Your other hand reaches down to fondle his balls, and he can’t help the noise that leaves him. He spreads his legs a little further to encourage your soft tugging on his sac.

You take a moment to get down onto your knees, and before you start up your ministrations again you look up at him. He has that look in his eyes, loving with something else underlying. You put your thoughts aside for the moment and focus on pleasing the love of your life. While your hand continues it’s pace, you place soft kisses the little trail of hair that leads to his aching cock.

Licking a stripe from the bottom of his cock all the way to the head before swirling your tongue around the head and liciking up the droplet of precum he lets out a, ‘fuck yeah.’

His hand finds its way to the back of your hair just as you take his head into your mouth. While bobbing your head up and down your hand resumes a twisting motion to the places you can’t reach–not quite warmed up enough to deep throat.

His hips start to twitch a little bit, and you can tell he’s trying to keep from thrusting into your mouth. Taking your hand from the base of his cock and resting both hands on his thighs, you look up at him expectantly.

‘Are you sure, love?’ he asks

You give a hard suck to the head of his cock and a quick squeeze to his thighs to let him know that you’re ready.

‘Fuck, okay, yeah I got it,’ he mutters before placing both of his hands on the side of your head. He starts off with a gentle thrust into your mouth, and pauses,

‘Fuck, babe, I forgot how good this feels.’ He starts up again, and you’re reminded of the one time in life when he’s talkative–when he’s about to cum. He’s mumbling praises before he pauses and pulls out of your mouth. Taking his length in his hand and tapping the tip against your tongue he murmurs, ‘Can’t believe I forgot how good this mouth is. I’m not gonna last long, Baby.’

He pushes his cock into your mouth again and picks up the speed of his thrusts.

After a moment, he slows and thrusts all the way into your mouth until your nose is pressed against his pelvis. Breathing through your nose with tears stinging your eyes you look up at him to see his furrowed brows and open mouth–his silent way of telling you he’s close. You start to hollow your cheeks the best you can and he lightly thrusts–cock never fully leaving the confines of your throat, ‘I’m gonna cum, love. I’m gonna cum down your throat.’ He’s panting at this point, and you look right into his eyes to convey your consent.

He’s letting out short breaths to accompany the shallow thrusts of his hips, and all of the sudden he’s pushing all the way down your throat. With a deep groan from above you, you feel his cum start to unload into your throat. You reach up tug on his balls to help him through his orgasm, and his hips stutter lightly as a result.

He pulls his length out of your mouth allowing you to swallow completely, and when you’re trying to catch your breath he takes the head of his cock and rubs it along your bottom lip–smearing a bead of cum all over like chapstick.

Your tongue pokes out to lick your lips and get another taste of him before he’s reaching down and pulling you up to kiss you. His tongue pushes its way into your mouth, and he tastes himself on your tongue.

You pull away panting, ‘Ready to go to bed?’ You smile at him sweetly.

He looks at you for a moment before reaching behind him and shutting the water off, ‘I love you,’ he whispers.

A man of few words, but those are the ones that mean the most to you, ‘I love you too.’

6. When you wake up the next time, there are no moans from the shower and there’s nothing to do with Nabi. There are no noises from anywhere that you can identify. Bam is sitting by the base of the bassinet eyes peeked open at your from across the room.

Once again, you make your way through the house to find him sitting in the kitchen at the island. He has a glass of water (or so you assume) and he’s doing nothing but scrolling through his phone reading an article.

Earlier in the day, a fan had followed him home and into the elevator of your apartment complex. Since the comeback a few months before Nabi was born, the attention on the band has increased tenfold–something you didn’t know was possible. With that increased success, however, comes increased negative attention as well. The boys have been hiring more security to crack down on the amount of people following them around.

Jungkook has become even more stressed as a result, and after today's incident he’s hired more security to sit outside the apartment all day long.

Walking up to him in the kitchen, you sit across from him. He looks up at you and that’s when you see the tears in his eyes. Before you can even ask what’s wrong he’s spitting out angrily, ‘they were so fucking close to you and Nabi. I don’t even know how to think straight; I’m so angry.’ You can see the frustration building by the tension in his shoulders.

‘Hey,’ you let out softly, ‘Nabi and I are safe. You’re safe. That’s all that matters. Whoever that was wouldn’t have gotten in anyway. Everything is okay.’ you say. And that’s when Jungkook blows up, ‘It’s not okay! It’s not okay for someone to follow me home and potentially hurt my family.’ He shouts.

You’re surprised to say the least; it’s rare that he raises his voice.

‘It’s not fair to you and Nabi to have to go through all of this because of me.’ He’s tearing up again.

‘Hey,’ you start, ‘this isn’t your fault, Jungkook. You didn’t ask for this.’ You say softly.

He lays his head on his arms resting on the island, and that’s when the full on sobs start. You walk around the island and gently stroke his back and hair while whispering affirming words to him.

When he calms down a little he looks at you again, ‘If I never came into your life you wouldn’t have to deal with this.’ he says softly.

You grab his chin and tilt his head up, ‘If you had never come into my life we would’ve never brought that beautiful little girl in the other room into this world, and no amount of drama will ever make me regret that. Nothing will ever make me regret you, Jeon Jungkook. You and that baby are the best things that have ever happened to me; don’t ever question that again.’ You tell him sternly.

He’s still sniffling softly, but you can tell he’s still unsure.

‘Let’s go back to bed, baby’ you say while leading him to the room, ‘we can talk more in the morning.’

And if you stayed awake all night watching the love of your life toss and turn, who could blame you?

7. You’re not surprised when you wake up without him this time. Going to bed earlier than usual, the only surprise is that Nabi is peacefully sleeping in her bassinet and not in her Dad’s arms. On your way out of the room you can hear him talking with someone–presumably on the phone. You pause in the entrance to the living room, and watch as he paces back and forth across the length of the room.

He’s asking lots of questions–rapidly firing them so quickly that you don’t even catch any of them. When he catches your eye, he abruptly stops pacing.

‘I’ll call you back later. Thanks for letting me know, hyung.’ he says before hanging up the phone.

He waves you over to him, and the two of you sit next to each other on the couch. Your head is tucked under his chin, and he softly runs his hand up and down your arm. You can feel the tension in his body–he’s exuding stress,

‘I’m so sorry, jagi,’ he whispers before breaking down. You can feel the shaking of his shoulders as he tries to contain the sounds of his sobs.

You turn to him, ‘For what, love? You haven’t done anything.’ You reassure quietly.

‘It’s all my fucking fault. There’s some photographer who’s been watching our apartment and he has pictures of you and Nabi. He’s threatening to release them to the public and–’ he pauses, ‘and I’m just so fucking sorry.’

You take a moment to process everything he’s just told you before saying, ‘Jungkook, I’ve told you this before and I’ll tell you as many times as you need. None of this is your fault,’ you reassure.

‘I just can’t believe that there are pictures of the two of you in someone else’s hands. That’s terrifying Jagi.’ his voice fades into a whisper at the end.

‘Jungkook,’ you pause, ‘There’s nothing I can say to make this okay because it’s not.’ He looks down almost ashamed, ‘but it’s not your fault. Someone invaded our privacy–not just me and Nabi but yours too. Just because you’re an idol doesn’t mean people have a right to make every aspect of your life public.’

‘You’re not mad?’ He asks quietly.

‘Oh, I’m furious. But not at you. There’s nothing we can do about it right now, so let’s go to bed and think about this with clearer heads in the morning, okay?’

As the two of you lay in bed, Jungkook doesn’t shut his eyes for a while. There’s only one way he knows to rectify the situation.

9. This time when you wake up without Jungkook, it feels different. Looking around, Bam is stationed at his post beneath Nabi’s bed, but there are no signs of your boyfriend.

You walk into the hall, checking all of the rooms in the hall you see no sign of him before walking to the main area. The kitchen, living room, and dining room are all void of life. You begin to panic slightly while walking through the house trying to find him, but on your rounds you pass the kitchen. Stuck to the fridge by a magnet is a piece of paper. You shakily reach out to pull it off the fridge, and at the sight of ‘Dear Jagi’ at the top of the page, you already know in your heart what this is:

Dear Jagi,

Throughout this journey of becoming parents, you’ve always been there to reassure me. Through ups and downs and slight scares you’ve always been there. I told you there’s no way I couldn’t love our Nabi, and I realize that it’s scary how much this little human has a chokehold on my heart. I have no regrets about creating a beautiful life with you, Jagi. But what I would regret is not doing everything in my power to protect the two of you.

I have to leave. No matter how much it hurts right now, nothing will hurt more than if you two are unsafe because of me–you already are.

There’s no easy way to say goodbye. As much as I wanted to kiss you one last time, I knew you would’ve been the voice of reason you’ve always been and tried to convince me to come back to be with you. Trust me, there’s no place I’d rather be than in bed, in our home, with our baby, but as an idol, there are certain things I don’t get the luxury of any more. I guess that’s the price you pay for this job, and it sucks.

You and Nabi are the best things that have ever happened to me.

There’s no easy way to tell you what I’ve done, so I’ve written it down for you. But before I continue, I need you to know that you and Nabi are the best things that have ever happened to me. I love you both so much, I can’t even put it into words. Jagi, thank you for giving me the two most precious things in my life. Thank you for loving me unconditionally despite all of my flaws, and thank you for bringing my daughter into this world. If you had told me years ago that I’d be with the most amazing girl in the world with an incredible daughter, I would’ve never believed you. I’m not sure what I did in my past life to have you both in my life, but I know that I don’t deserve you two.

You two didn’t ask for this, and I can’t force you to live through it. I love you Nabi. And Jagi, I love you too. I hope that one day you can pull me back into bed just like you always do, and I can’t wait to see the amazing little girl Nabi will become.

I love you.

Love,

Your Jungkook

That’s when you realized, that emotion that always accompanied love in his eyes– it was sadness. Because he’s known for a while that he was going to leave to protect you and his Nabi.

They Were Liars

They Were Liars by @kooktrash

The original plan was to get back at your ex for cheating, he was only doing it to make a girl jealous. Never did either of you expect your strange circumstances would have consequences neither of you could ever imagine. As cliché as fake dating was, the two of you found yourselves unable to back out.

Cherry

Cherry by @ bananacookies on ao3

Jimin and Jungkook, two young wolves bound together by some unknown fate, grow up together as neighbors.

When Jimin begins school, Jungkook waits for him at the bus stop, anxiously looking up and down the street. When their parents aren't looking, they nuzzle each other's necks and ears. When Jimin's lying beside him at their weekly sleepovers, tired from the games they'd played, Jungkook can fall asleep inhaling the sweet scent of cherries.

When they grow older, as with any relationship, things inevitably change

Oh, What A World｜Masterlist

series summary ↣ all jimin wanted was to get his career back. but thanks to his bosses, he’s tasting wedding cakes instead of training for a comeback. with you by his side though, he might be enjoying it more than he had anticipated.

pairing ↣ f. lawyer!reader x solo artist!jimin 

genre ↣ fake marriage au, fallen idol au｜fluff, angst, smut

word count ↣ 140k+

warnings ↣ a little bit of fuckboy!jimin (though he’s actually really sweet), mentions of unhealthy coping mechanisms, brief mentions of drug use, alcohol consumption, unrequited feelings, mentions of insecurity, unprotected sex, marking/possessive sex, reader is described as being shorter than jimin, member x member side pairing (check chapter warnings for more details!)

beta readers ↣ @yoongsgguktae and @hobi-gif ♡

notes ↣ the premise is a little angsty but i swear it’s also meant to be fluffy! the title of this series is inspired by the kacey musgraves song, check it out! banner credits: 1, 2. updated 16/5/2021.

#1 Make It Right  #2 Advice #3 uhgood #4 About A Girl #5 How To Draw #6 Suck It and See #7 Not A Bad Thing #8 Between the Raindrops (m) #9 Greek Tragedy #10 Ivy #11 Hardest To Love #12 Wake Up Alone #13 No Pressure #14 Call It What You Want #15 There You Are (m) Epilogue

+ bonus content + mini sequel

AHH this is so cute and it's gonna get so much cuter I can already tell

Jungkook: Am I cool yet?(1)

In which Jungkook thinks your eyes are kind of really fucking cool and cute.

Tags/Warnings: Kangaroo Hybrid!Jungkook, Sheep hybrid!Reader, part of my unconventional hybrid series I'm starting, University AU, mc has a stutter when shes nervous, mentions of mild bullying (nothing physical), mc owns an illegal amount of squishmallows, sports fanatic kook but what's new, strangers to lovers, romance and fluff!

Additional Chapter Warnings: insecurities, mc has a lil accident nothing big, kooks friends pull a prank on him lol

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When you finally started University, you really thought the whole school behavior you've lived through all those years would stop. People were basically adults now here, right? And adults didn't behave like kids.

How wrong you were.

Sometimes, it felt as if adults were even more petty and mean as teenagers and kids still in school- and it frankly didn't do you much good. You weren't necessarily unhappy with yourself- you actually thought you were quite decent. However, considering you were one of the more.. rarely seen hybrids, there's standard slurs thrown after you constantly.

'Do you think she knows satanic rituals?' No, you didn't, and satanic stuff is constantly connected to goats anyways. You're a sheep-not a goat.

'Bro she's got movie-theater vision!' No, your vision was simply a bit different from the average hybrid and predators.

'I heard she's cursed or some shit. Like, she can literally see behind her, what the fuck..' that much is true, but its called nature.

It all didn't help that you couldn't even speak to most people you met- avoiding the cafeteria for years now because the lady up front got super irritated by your stuttering everytime it had been your turn to order something. It had humiliated you- so much so, that you simply decided to keep quiet from now on, keep your head low, and don't spend much more time at Uni than you needed to.

Just like now, as you were on your way home.

You cringe a bit at the pain you feel in the muscles of your leg- you've probably pulled something when tripping down the stairs some days ago- having tried hard not to fall and make a total fool of yourself.

"Well fuck me.." you hear someone's voice, making you turn around as the young man sighs to himself. It's Jeon Jungkook; he's studying to become a physiotherapist one day- at least that's what he'd told you when he'd accidentally ran into you first week of Uni. "Oh hey- have you seen my bike? It's red, has a crappy Obey sticker on it?" He asks you, and your eyes widen a bit in shock at being addressed, before you avert your gaze, pointing at the trashcans close by where it's been put behind the metal containers to hide it. "Ah those Fulkerson!" He laughs. "Thanks!" He says, before he moves to get his bike.

You feel dismissed, so you start walking towards the exit of the premise.

"Oh hey, by the way-!" He calls out, sitting on his bike, pushing himself alongside you with his feet down to keep the speed low. "Haven't seen you around much. Thought you'd disappeared or something." He chuckles, and you shrug, though you smile to not seem rude. "Ah, you're quiet. I get that. I talk a bit too much to be honest." He laughs to himself. "Are you okay? I've noticed you've been walking a bit odd."

"Uhm.." you start, trying hard to focus on your speaking so it won't become embarrassing. "I f-f-..." you lower your face a bit, becoming self-conscious suddenly when you noticed it won't come out smoothly.

"Oh its fine, take your time." He smiles simply, moving alongside you like it's no big deal.

It gives you the energy to try again.

"I tripped downstairs." You rush out in one go luckily, and his mouth opens in an 'o' shape in understanding. "On Monday." You add on, and he looks at you a bit concerned.

"Did you get it checked?" He asks, and you shake your head- before you suddenly pull on his jacket to pull him a bit to the side- two kids on their bikes rushing past him. "Homy shit- thanks! How'd you see that?" He laughs, looking back himself.

"I.. yknow, my weird eyes, I c-can see like-" you motion with one hand around your head. "All around. Almost. I can't see like.. the back of my head." You explain, and his eyes widen.

"Oh shit I didn't know that! So you can see this?" He asks, holding to fingers up behind your shoulder.

"You holding two fingers u-up?" You giggle a bit, and he laughs boyishly.

"Yeah, that's so cool!" He answers, almost riding straight into a lamp post with his bike if not for you pushing him again- before you laugh along with him. "Hey- we don't have classes tomorrow, do you wanna hang out?" He bluntly asks, and your eyes widen a bit.

"Uh.. like, uh.. I'm really boring though-" you say.

"Nah, don't think so. Listen, I got both Netflix and Amazon prime and a shit ton of snacks, and I promise I'm not some fuckboy either." He winks, loosing balance on his bike for a second, making you laugh. "Won't hold it against you if you say no though."

"No no, I'd uh.. I like that." You say, stopping as you're going a different way now- turning now, while he clearly was heading straight up the road. "I uh.."

"Oh yeah right, fuck hold on." He says, pulling his phone out of his pocket before it falls to the ground. "Oh shit!"He curses, picking it up- the back of device already decorated with tape. "Ah, here-" he says, wiping his screen before showing it to you.

You pull out your own, in stark contrast to his; safely tucked into a pastel colored case, decorated with stickers and charms hanging from the bottom.

"Alright, it's a date then!" He grins, before his ears turn down in embarrassment. "Oh shit like not a date- unless you want it to be one that's cool too cause you're cute- okay you know what I'm gonna just go home." He says, turning to leave, waving before he speeds off with his bike.

While you, at home, throw yourself into your bed and plushies, trying hard not to scream.

You really don't need a crush now.

Watch Me Babygirl

Watch Me Babygirl by @lunarimagines

Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?