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A Piece of You (m) | jjk | 1

Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x Artist!Reader

Genre: enemies to lovers, childhood friends to lovers, smut, angst, fluff

Warnings: none in this chapter (eventual smut)

Word Count: 715

a/n: Okay so this is my first ever fic and I would really appreciate if y'all could give some feedback! Chapters will get longer and there will be smut ;) let me know if you want to be added to the taglist :)

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Beginnings are always hard. In paint? well, that's even harder. To have to stare at a blank canvas is soul crushing for someone passionate about art. It may not seem like that for an ordinary person but those who truly appreciate the beauty in art could easily feel the emptiness of a canvas that's left blank. It's as if it's a mirror reflecting into their soul, showing how empty they are on the inside. 

For someone who procrastinates a lot and has a violent fear of failure, you surely liked to delay your submissions until the last minute. finally zoning back in after a 30 minute starting contest with your black canvas. Even with an immense passion for painting, it took a lot for you to actually get up and do your work. 

Being a 23 year old, living alone in an apartment with a lazy ass like yours was a challenge. With paint tubes scattered all across the floor, canvases lying in places you didn't even know you could reach and week old takeout containers lying across the kitchen island, you were anything but organized. And with your wild and messy personality, none of your friends dared to room with you, not even your best friend who gave up and moved out after a week.

That was until Yuna, your classmate from "Intro to Life Drawing" overheard your concerned friends and decided to lend you a hand in cleaning your apartment. Thus, began a friendship. One with countless sleepless nights finishing assignments, late night coffee runs, impromptu sleepovers, talking about boys or just about the creation of the universe like two regular adults.

Zoning back in, you check the time to suddenly realize that you haven't magically completed all your work that you were contemplating for months to do and the deadline for the submission of your final university assignment is right around the corner. You had a weird way of working. While others in your class worked hard when the assignment was given, you put it off until the last second, claiming the immense amount of stress from the deadline is what motivated you to do her best work. Which, as seen on many occasions, was true. 

Your friends still couldn't believe how you were surprisingly not failing your classes seeing your lack of motivation to any and every assignment given to you. Don't get me wrong, you loved what your university had to offer. The experienced professors, the beautiful campus and especially the friends you made through your various (and extremely exhausting) studio classes. You just felt that structure was too constraining but at the same time you needed the structure and pressure to not fall apart. It was a never-ending dilemma of sorts.

Being the top of your class while putting in minimal effort is what made you a target for bullies. People found the smallest of flaws in you and turned them into insecurities. One of these being your body. You had become so shy about your appearance that you would wear baggy clothes that hid your figure. Even though you had a perfectly normal body, a hot one as a matter a fact ( Yuna's words, not yours), you never believed it when your friends assured you countless of times. Your anxiety wouldn't let you. 

The only time when you felt like you belonged and thought that you were indeed "hot" was when you were painting (which wasn't quite often). The art block that you had been stuck in for the past couple of months was really coming to bite you in the ass as you now stared at the black canvas just days before your assignment was due.

As a last resort to avoid facing the nightmare of an empty canvas, you set out to buy more paint from a nearby store as if you didn't have a shit ton of it lying around all over your apartment. Checking the time on your phone and realizing nothing is open at 4 in the fucking morning, you crashed on your fluffy mattress, snuggling into your favorite pillow, - the one that your childhood best friend gifted you on your 10th birthday - you dozed off into dream land, forgetting all about the million things you had to get done the next day. 

A Piece of You (m) | jjk | 2

Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x Artist!Reader, Sope coz why not ;)

Genre: enemies to lovers, childhood friends to lovers, smut, angst, fluff

Warnings: none in this chapter (eventual smut)

Word Count: 1.5k

a/n: let me know if you want to be added to the taglist :)

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The screeching of the alarm clock woke me up from a peaceful sleep. One that I had gotten by practically promising my unborn child to the gods.

"UGHHHHHHH why did I set the alarm for so fucking early?? Who the fuck is awake at this time?" I shouted out to no one in particular. It is my fault for sleeping after the sun rose. Not even the gods can save me from my self destructive habits.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I checked the time. It was 10:30 am and all I could think about was all the work I had to get done today. 

Great job Y/N for leaving all your work till the last minute. I mentally face-palmed myself. 

I got out from my bed after half an hour of scrolling through instagram and seeing stories from last night of my friends getting drunk and enjoying at parties while I was stuck at home staring at my boring walls. 

Sighing, I dragged myself to my bathroom, still exhausted from the lack of sleep. Following my morning routine, I made my way into the kitchen to snack on my favorite cereal for breakfast. A combination of strawberry and honey cereal creating a perfect balance. Well, perfect for me. Yuna says it makes her teeth tingle so she stays away from mixing her cereals.

And of course, as if things couldn't get harder for me, my cereal ran out. I really could've cooked anything else but being the picky eater that I am, I knew I wouldn't be satisfied if I didn't get my daily dose of sugary strawberry milk. 

Just as I was about to grab my car keys to head out to the grocery store, I got a call from none other than my best friend, Min Yoongi. 

"Hey Y/N..." He spoke first.

Y/N? we never called each other by our real names. It was always a silly nickname we would come up with to tease each other.

"Hey? Is something wrong?"

"what do you mean?"

"It's just that you're never up this early and you never call me by my real name. So I thought something must be going on?" 

"N-nothing is wrong. I-i'm just super excited. A-and nervous that's all." I noticed that he was stuttering. he never stuttered. 

"What are you nervous for? Should I be worried?" I started feeling anxious at his tone.

"Y/N... I haven't told this to anyone yet and you're the first person I'm telling but..."

"But what Yoongi?" 

I heard some clattering in the background making me even more anxious as to what was going on with Yoongi.

"hey listen. I got to go but meet me at that cafe near your apartment in 20 minutes. I need to tell you something."

"Yoon-" Just as I was about to ask him what it was that he wanted to talk about, he cut the call and I was left with this immense amount of anxiety from not knowing what was going on. 

*Sigh* I guess I'll be seeing him in 20 mins anyway. 

Since it was just Yoongi that I'd be meeting up, I put on a cute, casual outfit and tried to hide at least some of the dark circles that showed up under my eyes. 

As soon as I entered the cafe, a heavenly aroma made its way into my nostrils and let me tell you, at that moment, I was in heaven. Nothing could snap me out of this trance. Unless, of course it's Min Yoongi himself. 

As I was taking in the scent of the coffee shop, completely unaware of my surroundings, my senses were paralyzed as I took in this godly scent. A smile crept onto my face as I shut my eyes and took a deep breath. A whiff of heaven as I liked to call it.

The peace didn't last long as I felt a hand yank me and before I knew it I was sitting face to face with my very own nightmare of a best friend who will not let me enjoy this heavenly coffee scent.

I swear I had murder in my eyes and it didn't matter to my whether it was my best friend making my day harder, I would've punched him right in the face if he got on my nerves again. It's as if my eyes glowed red. Which I'm sure didn't go unnoticed by him. 

Forgetting the rage that i previously felt, I broke the silence first. 

"What is it Min? Why'd you call me out this early? Oh and by the way, you better buy me coffee. I haven't slept a bit since last night." 

I rolled my eyes at him.

"I will, I will but first I need to tell you something,"

I nodded which gave him the sign to continue.

"So you remember Hobi right?"

"Hobi? As in Hobi from high school?"

"Yeah, him."

"Okay, and what about him?"

"Well...last night he kind of asked me out on a date..."

"THE Jung Hoseok asked you out?"

"Yeah?"

"Jung Hoseok, the CEO of that super famous dance chain? The multi-millionaire? My high school friend, Jung Hoseok?" I blurted out confused as to what was going on.

"Yup, that's the one."

"Wasn't he like- you know...into girls?

"Well, even I thought so but no he actually told me he's Bi."

I let out an "Oh" as he finally got to the reason why he called me to the cafe.

"So what do you think? Should I say yes?"

"I mean you have been crushing on him for the past 3 years so I don't see a reason why not." I squealed, trying to be supportive towards my best friend I let him know that I am happy and excited for him. 

"Okay Phew. I was really worried there for a sec. I thought you wouldn't approve since he was your friend first."

"of course not Yoongs. You know how much I love you. It's your life, go get that rich boy's d-"

He shut me up before I could finish what I was saying by putting his palm up to my lips. And of course being the little shit that I am, I had to lick his palm to get him to get his hands off my face. Who knows where they've been or what they've touched. I shivered at the thought as I licked a stripe on his palm, instantly making both of us contort a grossed out face.

"Okay, I listened to you. Now buy me coffee you asshole." I joked poking the side of ribs, almost making him fall off his chair.

He handed me cash and told me to buy him and myself some coffee since he also didn't get any sleep last night. 

He took out his tongue in an attempt to tease me and said "There you go loser. Try not to mess up the order." 

I rolled my eyes right near his face so he could see how annoying he was being. 

I made my way to the counter while fixing my pants that slightly slid down while I was sitting. 

And it's as if the devil himself decided to greet me today, I felt my entire body get soaked in a cold, brown liquid. Just the thing I needed to start my day. 

I looked up to see who I need to murder for ruining my favorite pair of jeans and I was met with a pair of broad shoulders and a face that looked like it was sculpted by Aphrodite herself. 

Forgetting all about my cold, wet body, I couldn't help but think WTF he's so fine. And those plump lips-

He snapped his fingers at me and led me out of my daze. He did a full 90 degree bow and handed me a business card saying that I will be compensated for my damaged clothes. He dashed out the door and got into his expensive sports car parked right outside the cafe before I could even say anything. 

"Ya! Who the FU-" Yoongi stopped me yet again. He handed me tissues to clean myself up zipped up the jacket that I was wearing. I forgot all about the coffee as he led me outside the shop, stopping me from making a complete fool of myself.

I looked down at the card that I was griping onto for dear life. My eyes tripled in size as I read the name that was embossed in black lettering. 

"Jeon Jungkook, CEO of JJK inc." I read out loud. A name that sounded so familiar yet so foreign.

Could it really be him?

A Piece of You (m) | jjk | 3

Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x Artist!Reader

Genre: e2l, childhood friends AU, (eventual) smut, angst, fluff

wc: 1.1k

a/n: Let me know if you wanna be added to the taglist :)

crossposted on Wattpad.

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Without even giving me a chance to take in my thoughts, Yoongi once again dragged me by my fragile wrists. This time it was gentle and towards the direction of his car. 

Is that a new car? Damn this boi rich.

"your cereal ran out again. didn't it?"

I pouted and nodded at how well he knew me. It's no surprise too. He has known me for what? 10 years now?

Yoongi was always there for me even when my family wasn't. He was kind of like those comfort blankets we all had as a child and never let go of. Bringing me warmth and emotional support whenever I selfishly requested it.

Don't get me wrong, my family loves me beyond limits and I love them too but they had no idea what was going on with me. 

Even with all the love and support from family, I sought for more. As a high schooler with no friends and extreme social anxiety, I felt extremely lonely and isolated from my peers. Why were they able to make friends and I wasn't? What was so wrong with me that no body wanted to be my friend?

I let my mind be evaded by these useless thoughts every single day, not having the strength to fight my own mind anymore. I was on the verge of being consumed by teen depression, that was until he came along. 

Min Yoongi, a new student from Daegu who just so happened to be transferred to my class. Although he looked intimidating and hard to approach by others, Min Yoongi was anything but that. He had a kind soul but... how should I put it?... a resting bitch face.

This put him in the same state as me. Not being able to make friends, we noticed how similar we were. This made way for our friendship. Slowly and gradually, and many many late night sleepovers and pillow fights later, we became as close as we are now.

We told each other every secret, every detail of our lives no matter how big or small. Yoongi was my savior and I was his. Nothing could break this bond, this we were sure of. 

" Let's go and grab some waffles then I'll take you home."

And before I even knew it, I was being dropped back home after having stuffed my face up to a point where I couldn't breathe. Yoongi did warn me not to go for that 3rd plate of waffles but in an attempt to spite him, I didn't listen. Oh, but the look on his face when I inhaled those waffles like they were nothing was so worth it!

"Shit! I forgot to ask. You wanna go shopping for art supplies with me later?" I bent down to the level of his car's window to ask the man.

"I'm so sorry Y/N my mom just called. Apparently she's at my apartment and Holly's "not behaving."" he made air quotes and rolled his eyes as he said this.

Holly was a well behaved dog so it surprised me to hear that he was acting out. Which is why I let him go without questioning him. After all, he had put so much effort into parenting Holly like a father would. 

All I heard was an "I'll make it up to you, I promise!" as his car drove further and further down the street, not even giving me a chance to thank him for the waffles and say goodbye.

"Who do you think you are? Dressing like a slut and showing off that fat belly of yours to everyone! Have some shame and wear some decent clothes at least!"  An older looking man shouted as soon as you made your way into your favorite art shop that you had been looking forward to going to. 

You've had it. You couldn't have one peaceful day in your life. 

It was one thing for your classmates to bully you but having a random stranger pick at your outfit that you were feeling so confident about made you loose your shit. How dare he? Who gave him the right?

"First of all, I am not gonna take "fashion advice" from a crusty looking man like you. Are you sure you're not homeless?"

The man simply scoffs and begins to open his mouth but you cut him off by holding up your index finger up to his face. You may be too shy to confront your body shaming classmates but this random motherfucker who you were never going to see again awoke the bitch in you and now he's going to have to deal with the consequences.  

"Second, you better look at your beer belly before you call me a fat," you glance at the wedding ring on his finger, "Your wife is probably out there cheating on you as we speak so you don't really get to call me a slut if you think for one second that whatever bullshit you just spoke from that shitty mouth of yours is going to have any effect on me at all."

"How dare you talk to me this way! Do you know I am older than you! " He spat out.

"Bitch, I don't give two fucks if you're older than me. You don't get to come in here and harass me like you just did. Get the fuck out of here before I report you." You didn't hold back. 

By now, people started to gather around to notice the commotion that stopped them from peacefully buying art supplies. Some cheered and while some were recording the whole incident.

It wasn't long before the managing staff asked security to escort the man out. You had a smug look as you watched them drag his crusty ass out the door. Yoongi would be so proud.  

The whole crowd cleared out, leaving you alone to shop just like what you initially came here to do.  Although nobody stepped in, and you didn't need them to, somebody did carefully notice what was going on.

He observed you as you demolished the old hag and exuded confidence like no other. It fascinated him and you weren't even aware you were being watched until he approached you.

Standing tall with his broad shoulders that could shield your entire being, he now stood in front of you. You looked up, instantly recognizing the man to be the one from the coffee shop. The one who ruined your favorite pair of jeans. 

Remembering the name from the card he handed you, you slowly utter just for the sole purpose of testing out the name, "Jeon Jungkook?"Eyes going wide, he hesitated at first. Squaring his enormous shoulders he started to speak before he noticed a presence behind him,

"Do I know you?"

A Piece of You (m) | jjk | 4

Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x Artist!Reader

Genre: e2l, childhood friends AU, (eventual) smut, angst, fluff

wc: 1.3k

a/n: Let me know if you wanna be added to the taglist :)

crossposted on Wattpad.

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You’d think a person would remember ruining someone’s day by spilling freezing cold coffee over them first thing in the morning. You wouldn’t have guessed that a fully grown man - a handsome one at that - would completely forget of your existence the very next day. 

This man in front of you, Jeon Jungkook (as per his business card) was now staring at you, trying to pinpoint exactly where he knew you from. It takes him exactly 2 minutes of gawking (you know because you checked your watch) before he suddenly has an epiphany. 

Snapping his fingers, he utters “Ah right! the coffee shop girl.”

“Mmhmm, the one you so conveniently spilled coffee on” you say with a tight lipped smile. 

“Oh my god I’m so sorry for that day! I was running late and rushing to get to my boss’ - I mean my meeting that I didn’t notice someone standing behind me. I truly do apologize miss-”

“Call me Y/N. And thanks for offering but that’s not necessary.”

Damn you and your inability to speak up for yourself in front of good looking strangers. 

“Y/N…It’s a beautiful name. Just like yourself.” 

Your cheeks flush a deep shade of crimson and suddenly your light jacket becomes too hot for your body. Is this insanely hot and good looking calling you beautiful? Are those cute, round glasses of his just for show or did he just give you a complement?

By the time you come back to your senses, another man - just as insanely good looking, hot as fuck, built like a god - is standing right next to Jungkook. He eyes the both of you, deciding it would be rude of him not to introduce himself judging from how smitten the two of you looked. 

The second you make eye contact with him, you swear that you could feel a slight buzz. Like someone had zapped you with the tiniest volt of electricity, enough to make the hair on your arms stand up or your legs to feel like jelly. 

He opens his mouth to speak but all you can focus on is his lips. Those soft, pink, plush lips where his bottom lip is fuller than the top. At that moment your mind goes blank and you think back to the last time you had made out with someone. Surprise, surprise. It had been ages. 

Finally he spoke, breaking you out of your trance. “ Hi I’m Jeon Jung-”

“Jin. This is my assistant Kim Seokjin. He’s really shy. Aren’t you?” Jungkook cut off Jin while turning his head towards him.

You miss how the both of them exchange looks with each other. For a second, you’re left confused by Jungkook’s sudden interruption but decide to shrug it off anyway. 

“Um y-yeah? You can call me Jin I guess…” 

“Hi Jin. Nice to meet you I’m-”

Before you can even finish your sentence, you’re getting a call. Which was weird since you remember putting your phone on silent before you entered the shop. You would’ve dismissed it as someone else’s phone had you not remembered that having the mario theme song as a ringtone was very uncommon. In which case it was definitely your phone that was ringing. 

Why’s my mom calling? She never calls me during the day. Is something wrong?

You hold up a finger to the strange men in front of you and awkwardly gesture at your phone to tell them you have to take this call. Turning around, once again you miss the way the two men glare at each other and the confused looks they exchange. 

You don’t even realize you’ve walked out of the store while catching up with your mom, that too without the art supplies you had specially come for. You only realize by the time you reach your car and notice your empty hands that were holding your much needed supplies not too long ago. 

This was going to be a long week. 

“Okay so WHAT WAS THAT?”

“What was what?” 

“Jin, you know what I’m talking about. Why did you pretend to be me? And who was that?”

“Why? Did you find her cute?”

A blush creeps up his face. “I think you’re missing the point here.” 

“Okay, okay, fine. I accidentally spilt coffee on her the day your board meeting got rescheduled. I was rushing out and I didn’t see her sneak up behind me and you know what happened next.”

“That still doesn’t explain why I suddenly had to pretend to be my own secretary.”

“Oh, that’s ‘coz I accidentally handed her your business card instead of mine when I told her to contact me for compensation. I didn’t want to waste my time explaining who’s who when she recognized me.”

“So you pretended to be me? Have to give it to you, you’ve really managed to amaze me this time.” He chuckles at the older male. 

Kook-ah, relax. It’s not like we’re going to see each other again so I didn’t see the harm in playing along. Oscar worthy acting by the way. ”

Showing Jin playfully by the shoulder, Jungkook makes his way back to the car. “Learned from the best!” 

Jungkook and Jin have been the best of friends since their days at college. They considered themselves brothers more than friends. Jungkook somehow had managed to convince his senior to join him as his secretary when he inevitably inherited his father’s company, JJK inc.

Despite their playful bond outside the office, Jungkook held the weight of the future CEO title. This meant that he had to put up a strong front to maintain authority among his subordinates.  

In line to inherit the CEO title after his father’s sudden resignation due to reasons unknown to the public, during his training period, he was known to keep things notoriously professional within the walls of their office building; Kim Seokjin was no exception. 

“Secretary Kim, did you find a suitable artist that we can commission for our hotels?” 

“Yes, Mr. Jeon, I have compiled a list of capable candidates. It’s the file on the left.” Please have a look.”

He spots a dark brown, leather folder - just like Seokjin had informed him - and begins to flip through. 

At the first few flips of the pages, Jungkook’s expression is quite readable. He doesn’t find anything that strikes his eye. It’s easy to tell whenever something catches Jungkook’s interest. His thoughts are instantly given away by his furrowed eyebrows and the extremely concentrated face he makes when he likes something. 

So far, his face has just been a brick wall, flipping mindlessly through the artists’ profiles without giving their work a second glance. 

That is until one particular portfolio makes his breath hitch and his eyes go wide. The one with paintings of landscapes so familiar, they remind him of his home; not the fancy penthouse he lives in now but his actual home in Busan where he grew up before being forced into a life of endless board meetings and responsibilities. 

His eyes finally land upon a painting of a swing set. If he’s not mistaken, it looks an awful lot like the swing set back in Busan. One where he would go every day to play with his best friend at the time. He associates that swing set with his youth. 

He frantically searches for the artist’s personal information but quickly gets disappointed.Turns out the artist goes under a pseudonym and there is no sign of a recognizable name within the signature. Just his luck. 

He finally found artwork that he declared would be worthy of being displayed in the hotels that are his father's legacy. He can’t pinpoint exactly why he feels such attachment to this anonymous artist until it finally hits him. He looks up at Jin with his big, doe-like eyes. 

“Hyung,” At this moment he needed his friend Jin to listen to him, not his secretary Kim Seokjin. 

“Could it be her?”

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