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Scraps to a Tank

Ive been working on this AU for a while. I'm very excited to finally post the first chapter. I'd love feed back from anyone, about anything. This is one of my favorite things I've come up with/written, and want to know how I can improve.

I am tagging some of my favorite redacted asmr writers/Tumblr pages because I'd love to have some feedback (if comfortable and have the time) but also I just want to share what I have.

This chapter is a little cheesy, so small warning for that.

 1.7 k words

Fandom: Redacted Asmr/Audio

TW/CW: Quinn in other words toxic, controlling, abusive relationship. nothing graphic. This is a Boxing/Fighting Au so there is fighting, i wouldn't consider it graphic, but everyone's different so read with your own discretion.

Let me know if I missed a trigger or spelling mistake.

Please comment and reblog, it lets me know people like my stuff and encourages me to write more!!!!!!

The building was intimidating.

It wasn't tall or fancy like the buildings a couple of blocks down.

It was an average building.

An average gym.

And yet it was still so daunting.

They checked the card for about the sixteenth time.

The sign matched the card.

The dirty, crusty, crumbled-up card.

The card's appearance didn't match its meaning.

This card was their lottery ticket.

“That name doest fit you.”

They turned around, a man, a beast.

He was tall, big, rugged.

The definition of strong.

Standing right in front of them.

“Excuse me?”

“Your fighter name, it doesn't fit you. And honestly neither does this.” 

His hand slowly waved around, gesturing to the alley.

“You're better than an alley fighter.”

They couldn't hold back their laugh, short and dry.

Just like Quinn’s. 

“You must have mistaken me for someone else. I'm the fighter that lost.”

“I know.”

He steps closer.

Yet distanced.

He was still giving them space.

He respected them.

“And everyone and their mothers knows that fight was rigged. Though I could see it.”

Intrigued, they took a step closer.

“See what?”

“The passion. The strength, the techniques, you are a fighter.”

“I’m not.”

“You have the will to be.”

He stretched his hand out, a business card.

“I can teach you.”

“So this guy approached me today.”

All Quinn did was grunt and roll away from them.

“He says he can teach me how to fight.”

Their excitement was palpable.

“I already did.”

The air tensed as he fought to dampen their excitement.

For once, he failed.

“No, like real fighting, I looked up the name on the card. His dad is Gabriel Shaw, like Gabe Shaw!”

They hadn't felt this hopeful for a long time, and they wished Quinn would share their interest, at least a little, at least for once.

“Gabe Shaw, like the 3 time champi-”

“Two time, I recognized the name, he died before the last fight.”

The air tensed more.

Quinn was good at pushing things to their limit.

Even the air.

They hated it.

It was sicking.

They were sick of it.

Sick of Quinn.

“I think I'm going to take him up on it, he doesn't fight anymore, but from what I saw he’s good, just as good as his dad, and his fighters get pretty far. I could be a real fighter, I could learn real techniqu-”

“I already taught you real shit, and we already win.”

He moved fast and with anger.

Out of the bed he charged at them.

“Quin-”

“We already win. You're getting too cocky. Winning isn't about the fight itself, winning comes from the fuckers that bet, the poor drunk suckers we trick with the fights. That's how we win. You are no fighter, you know that. I’ve shown you that.”

He looked into their eyes, he didn't have to threaten them.

Not with details at least.

They knew it all too well.

That look in his eyes.

The tone in his voice.

It was all he had to do. 

And he knew it.

And he loved it.

He smiled, wicked and calm. Like this was normal, they supposed it was.

They didn't want it to be.

Not anymore. 

His hand reached for their forearm.

“Let us get to bed now precio-”

 They moved.

 Just slightly.

Just enough to avoid his touch.

"You don't want to do that, precious."

He was right.

They weren't ready.

They had to be ready.

They will be ready.

"I couldn't take it."

"What?"

The other fighter spoke, they weren't looking at you, their eyes on Quinn.

"Being with him. Dealing with him once a month is too much."

"Yeah. You're the first one to say that."

"Probably because the other fighters want to get in his pants. They just can't resist ‘The Viper’ "

They don't reply.

"Sorry, I thought you knew."

"I do, there's not much I can do."

"I think there is.”

"You don't understand"

"I do."

They look at the chunky heart-shaped ring on their finger.

"You can get out."

Those words drew them in.

Cautiously they expressed their interest.

"He's quite insecure, use it. Take away his control.”

There was a pause.

They looked around again.

Their eyes caught on Quinn.

A decision was being made behind those eyes.

When they made their decision it was clear.

They made eye contact.

Strong eye contact.

And continued.

“You'll have your moment. I promise. Take it or don’t, it’s up to you.”

They turn their back. 

" It's a little strange that you never win these staged fights. I think it's about damn time.”

"I hope everyone's bets are placed because the books are closed for Scraps vs Sweetheart!"

The announcer looks at Quinn, and with a quick nod, he starts again.

"Fighters ready?"

Sweetheart has an intense stare as they nod.

Scraps, on the other hand, doesn't hear the announcer the first time.

"Scraps? This fighter isn't even prepared, it's your fault if you took your chances on this underdog."

They snap back. 

"I'm ready."

And they were.

"Then…..FIGHT!"

The match starts, as planned. 

A couple hits, a swing of the legs and Scraps is knocked to the floor, as planned.

Sweetheart approached, to taunt, as rehearsed.

"Don't take this personally."

That's the only hit they give sweetheart.

Sweetheart's eyes glimmer as they smile.

"I won't. Take your moment."

Scraps grabs their neck, slamming their heads together before flipping them behind. Scraps moves fast as they get up. In the crowd, they see Quinn and his goons moving to the ring. 

"Sorry, thank you."

"Don't be, go."

They climb the makeshift fence and run. A huge smile stains their face as they leave the building, rain washes the sweat off their face. They keep running. Not running away from Quinn but towards freedom,  towards their future.

They took a deep breath before they opened the gym doors.

It’s bigger than they'd expected.

They'd never been in a professional gym like this. 

There were multiple rings, real rings, not the homemade stuff they were used to.

There's no reception desk like a public gym, but luckily David Shaw was the first person they spotted.

He was in a ring with someone.

They walk towards the ring, they can feel the other fighters watching them.

They get to the ring David is in.

Neither he nor the other fight realizes it.

"David?"

The two whip their head to you.

"Get out."

He was calm but still seemed angry.

"I'm Scraps, from the-"

"I know who you are. Now get out!"

They climb out of the ring, and begin their walk to the door, feeling defeated and quite offended they, whisper to themselves.

"Well fuck you mister big shot ."

"I'm not a big shot."

David says from behind. 

Scraps freezes up.

"When I said get out I meant the rink."

They stay still.

"Will you turn around?"

David didn't hold back his frustration.

Scraps feels it'd be best to turn around.

"Sorry."

"You shouldn't enter a ring without permission, not here."

"Sorry, I've never been somewhere this professional."

"You don't mean that."

"What?"

"Those sorries. That is not how you feel."

"I am sorry. And how exactly would you know how I feel? You just met me."

David's eyebrows raise as his eyes keep a dull annoyed look.

“To quote you ‘Well fuck you mister big shot’, that's how you feel, Don't act differently,  it pisses me off. I hate suck-ups."

Scraps believes him.

"Well, I'm not sorry, only because you don't have to be an ass, you said you recognize me, then you should of figured I wouldn't know these rules."

"I was an ass so I could protect you, get used to it."

Scraps smiles.

David rolled his eyes.

"It’s been about a year."

"Does the offer still stand?"

"Yes."

"Then what's the problem?"

"Nothing."

Silence rests between them.

Scraps isn't patient enough to let it continue. 

"So can I start today?"

"We can't just take you in at the last moment, the trainers have others to train.”

"I don't." 

A curly-haired blonde yells across the room, near a punching bag, and starts rushing toward the two.

"I'll do it." 

David takes a breath so deep it is visible from his chest. Before he let out a sigh.

"No."

"Oh come on David, I'm a great trainer."

"Asher, I know that, but I said no. You are not the right fit. "

"Ohhh you want to train them."

Asher starts walking towards Scraps.

"Lucky bastard."

He whispers, without maliciousness.

"So what do we call you?"

"Well, I've gone by Scraps for a while."

"Scraps? Really?"

He looks them up and down.

"That won't work"

"He's right, I'm not calling you that."

David seconded Asher.

"Well, I don't really have any other ideas."

"Tank!"

Another voice echoes throughout the gym. 

Scraps wasn't expecting to recognize anyone other than David, but rushing towards the group was the boxer who gave them the nudge they needed.

Behind said fighter was a guy, seemingly trying to stop the other from coming over. He was failing.

"That would be Sweetheart,  they're our newest addition."

Asher kindly tried to keep Scraps updated through all the chaos.

"They know who I am Ash, at least I hope they do, with the concussion they gave me. You've got one thick skull."

Slightly overwhelmed by all the attention,  Scraps freezes and doesn't answer.

"But listen, Tank, it's perfect,  there like a machine. They gave me a concussion for God's sake, and then, after slamming our heads together,  which had to have hurt them too, they flipped me. That mother fucker acted like I weighed nothing. They're a fucking tank."

"How many times have I told you to watch your language."

David made a sound comparable to a growl.

Sweetheart rolled their eyes, then looked over to Scraps, to engage them.

"He's not a fan of my filthy mouth."

"I sure am."

"Milo"

David sounded like he wanted to strangle Milo.

Yet, to Scraps surprise no one was scared.

The group just laughed it off.

It was strange to Scraps.

"Ohhh my god!"

Asher shot his hands out to get everyone's attention.

"If you go by Scraps now, and we change it to Tank it's like, like you're being rebuilt, becoming stronger. Which is fucking sick."

David shakes his head at the profanity. Before turning to Scraps.

"It's up to you, it's your name. You don't have to choose now. "

"I like it. I mean, I love it."

That's all they said, they wanted to say more but didn't want to overshare about their life after five minutes of meeting these people.

"I am a tank. So I'll be Tank."

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Southpaw

pairing: jungkook x female reader (ft. a little sprinkle of namjoon)

genre: childhood friends to lovers, boxer jungkook, college/frat au

includes: swearing, angst, mentions of blood and violence, pining, smut (public/private, unprotected sex, hair pulling, jungkook is big guys, duh), alcohol, smoking weed, jungkook seems like an asshole but he’s really not, OC having a crisis every two seconds, some fluff here and there as well, also this takes place over many months just saying if time gets confusing

premise: Knowing Jeon Jungkook for the better part of your life, you thought you knew everything about him. Well, that was before you two disappeared from each other’s lives at least. When Jungkook suddenly finds himself buying you a coffee to rekindle your friendship, it leads to much more than you bargained for.

word count: 30k (she’s a monster sorry guys) 

quick note: this is my first story back in a year(?) give or take some weeks!! kind of nervous to post & not sure if my writing has declined in anyway but nonetheless here is the beast that has been sitting on my computer since April 2019!! quick disclaimer I don’t know much about boxing so if I get stuff wrong - I apologize!! please enjoy & let me know what you think ❤️happy 7 years BTS!

recommended songs for reading: pray (JRY, RuthAnne), mushroom chocolate (6lack, quin), hallucinate (dua lipa), wus good/curious (partynextdoor)

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The evening was slow—after all, it was only a Wednesday. You had just finished serving a table of two—a young man and young woman—presumably on a midweek date. You didn’t recognize either of them which wasn’t surprising considering the campus grossed about 20,000 people. You began to wipe down tables out of boredom, glancing at the clock every two minutes hoping it would jump to when your shift was over in forty-five minutes. Thankfully, you didn’t have much work to do when you got home, but you are wishing to get in bed before 10:30 to get a full eight hours of sleep for your lectures tomorrow—something you had not had in about two months. Most days, like today, you were running on five hours of sleep and five cups of coffee. It wasn’t healthy, you knew that much, but it’s how you had to live your life. Your schedule was too demanding to hit the snooze button multiple times. You had shit to do—and getting your degree was the top priority.

“Y/N,” your coworker, Mark, called your name from behind of the counter.

“Yeah?” You respond.

“Will you come help me clean this out?” He asks you and you nod diligently.

“Of course,” you say, dropping your current task of wiping already clean tables. Mark was the one student that worked here you could stand to be around. He was very much like you in the sense that school came before anything—he too was on a full academic scholarship. He worked here before you, but he made you feel the most comfortable out of everyone. You would consider him a close friend at this point.

The espresso machine was a pain in the ass to clean and did call for two people most of the time. Besides, you would rather smell the remnants of coffee beans than the harsh chemicals of bleach gliding across a table.

“You have much work to do after your shift?” He asks you.

“No, thank god,” you shake your head, “I got most of my shit done between my classes today. You?”

“I have to write a ten page paper by midnight,” he sighs, “And guess how many pages I have started.”

You give him a short glance, “I’m gonna take a wild guess and say zero.”

“Damn right,” he smiles. A short silence between you two ensues before he speaks again, “Oh! Did I tell you I’m graduating early?”

“What? Really?” You look at him and an excited grin plays on his face. “When?”

“Yeah, I spoke to my advisor this afternoon and turns out, the classes I’m taking this semester is all I need for my degree,” he speaks with a relieved tone.

“Wow, that’s awesome,” you say genuinely, “I wish that was me,” you give out a small chuckle.

“I’m just glad I don’t have to keep stressing over this hell-hole,” he laughs, “The sooner I get out of here, the better.”

“I feel you on that,” you say, “I’m proud of you nonetheless, you’ve worked your ass off dealing with this scholarship.”

He gives you a small smile in return but it’s broken by the bell ringing from the door, signaling a new customer has decided to come in. Your eyes break from Mark’s and glance over to the door, your head doing a double take.

Your mouth goes dry when you see them—more specifically—him. 

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Parachute {1}

Summary: Jungkook would do whatever to keep you safe.

Pairing: boxer!Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut. Mafia!AU / Gang!AU.

Wordcount: 6K

Warnings: Violence, Sexual content, sexual assault, attempted r*pe, minimal cussing um yeah that’s about it I think.

A/N: something a little different, I hope you guys like it! i can’t breathe at the bj part oml :’) i really can’t do smut i’m sorry ssqeweq Have a nice day and enjoy the story ;)

*P.S: Italic parts are flashbacks.

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“He’s recovered pretty fast, but slower than the last few times. Make sure he takes his medication on schedule. He should be able to get back in the ring in minimum 3 days. That will be all Y/N, please keep him in check. He’s been in here one too many times recently and I fear this could affect his play sooner than later.” The doctor explains as he expresses his concerns.

“Alright, Doctor Ross, Thank You so much.” You say as you send him an apologetic smile. You feel bad because Jungkook hasn’t given the guys a break this past month or so, constantly in and out of the ward.

You give him one last sheepish smile before heading out.

You sigh deeply.

Jungkook had overexerted himself, again. You didn’t get him. Sure, his boxing style has always been a little more aggressive, and you admit terrifying and damaging than your average tough boxer, but he’s been so careless and unthoughtful and out of character.

And it’s because of that the hospital has become a regular for him, not only does he does extreme damage to his opponent, but he also damages himself almost just as much.

Perhaps you were overreacting, but then you were his acting coach/trainer until a new one was found.

Perhaps because you were his girlfriend, you were overreacting but these days, seeing Jungkook turn into a merciless beast in the ring is not something you want to have to anticipate anymore.

When your father passed away, he left the gym to you. Jungkook had been by your side the whole time and he had a special place in your heart.

Even prior to that you had feelings for him and after that and him being by your side 24/7, you were convinced that it was love. And so you asked him out. He agreed and you’ve been together ever since.

When Jungkook had first your gym he was 18, and he had no self control what’s so ever, going ballistic upon the first swing even during practice matches.

The people hated him, his only friends were Namjoon, an og who came back after a long medical leave, and Jimin a newbie. Everyone steered clear away from him and didn’t approach him. They treated him like some monster.

You remember overhearing a conversation between your father and one of the manager when you couldn’t help but storm in.

“We have to let him go Y/N, he has no self control. He could kill someone in the ring Y/N,” he tries to explain as he sighs but you refuse to listen. This wasn’t the first time you defended him and this sure wasn’t the first time he was painted a monster either.

“Dad, if you let him go you’re letting go of A gem! Can’t you see he has potential ? Please just pay attention to him, train him, I don’t know whatever ! Just don’t throw him away like some old rag cloth…” You beg as you heave, your emotions overwhelming even you yourself.

“Y/N, we can’t tame him.“ he says firmly as he gets up to leave.

“Then I will.” You challenge knowing damn well he despises Jungkook. He has noticed that you seemed to take a liking to him, suddenly you enjoyed coming to the gym everyday and helping around. He also noticed that although Jungkook didn’t speak much, his actions showed that he felt the same. And he didn’t want anything like that happening between you two.

“What ?” he says as he snaps his head to you.

“I’ll train him. Wether you like it or not dad,” you state as you look him dead in the eye.

“Y/N I’m not letting you anywhere near that monster !” he shouts and you snap.

“Dad, he’s not a monster!”

Your father looks at you stunned, taken back by your sudden outburst.

“And don’t think I don’t know that you make him work even after the rest are gone. How can you put him through that and then just throw him away?” you say in disgust and your father avoids your gaze as he kneads his temple.

“Y/N,” he begins and you stop him as you turn away and begin to make your to the door.

You almost have a heart attack when you open the door and Jungkook is there, leaning against the wall opposite the door, his face covered by his low hood.

Before you can say anything, he leaves, a look of pain and sadness flashing across his face when he lifts his head a little.

You turn to give your father a glare before stomping out.

You come that night and you’re not surprised when you find Jungkook there, working on a punching bag.

He doesn’t even notice your presence, too absorbed on the work ahead, punching away with rhythm.

“I was just gonna leave,” he says when he finally feels your presence.

“You don’t have to.” You say as you fiddle with your fingers and he stops his motion, fist caught mid air as his eyes widen.

He turns Immediately and faces you, a light blush across his cheeks and nose, sweat trickling down his torso and the sides of his head.

You try not to let your eyes linger too long on his tight abdomen, shaking your head as images flashed through your head and you look at his face.

“Hi,” you say with a sheepish smile.

“Hey,” he says with a smile and you feel yourself blush.

“What are you doing here?” he asks as he turns his back to you again, resuming his practice.

“Um, I’m here to help?” you say kind of unsure of what exactly to do to help with his training, you didn’t know anything about boxing.

“Is it?” he laughs and you blush some more, nodding your head.

“That’s very nice of you, but there’s no need.” He says as he continues delivering blows to the dented bag.

“Why w-“ you begin as you furrow your eyebrows but he cuts you off.

“I don’t think your dad would like the fact that you’re here Y/N,” he says and you feel anger rise up in you.

“I don’t care.” You say firmly and Jungkook stops punching the bag.

“Y/N, I heard the conversation.” He says and you stay there shocked. You did think maybe be heard part of it, but it seems like he might have heard all of it.

“Don’t listen to him,” you plead and Jungkook scoffs as he pushes himself off the damaged bag and walks towards you.

You feel your heart pace pick up as he came to stand in front of you, his usual scent mixed with that of light sweat intoxicating you. You even fail to make eye contact with him, ending up just staring at his chest.

“Y/N, I’m a monster. Why can’t you see that ? And no-one can change that,” he says with a dry laugh as he looked down at you.

“Am I just anyone to you?” you ask when you gain the courage to look into his eyes and he raises his eyebrows as he blinks, taken a back.

“Let me help. I want you to stay. I have hope in you and I believe in you Jungkook,” you say before he answers, afraid of what he would say.

You guys stare into each other’s eyes for awhile, yours getting glossier by the moment as you begin to fear he will decline.

“Okay.” He says and your eyes widen.

“Okay?” you ask in a small voice to make sure you heard right.

“Okay.” He says this time smiling brightly.

You squeal in excitement, jumping to wrap your arms around his neck. Jungkook is surprised at first but his hands automatically wrap around your waist to hold you up as he buries his head into the crook of your neck. He wanted to stay like that forever.

“Okay, let’s go!” you say enthusiastically once you pull away.

Jungkook laughs at you as you go to stand behind the previous punching bag.

Jungkook chuckles as he shakes his head and heads towards you, throwing light punches, making sure not to implement too much force and hurt you.

“So, do you know a thing or two about boxing?” he asks in between punches, keeping his eyes on he bag but meeting yours every now and then.

“Why, o-of course,” you lie and he senses it, letting out a knowing grin.

“My dad’s a boxing coach after all.” You try to defend yourself.

“right,” he says and you squint your eyes, you could tell he doesn’t believe you.

“So what our we doing for tomorrow coach?” he asks teasingly and you roll your eyes.

“the usual, Jungkook, you know.” You say annoyed.

He raises an eyebrow and you sigh.

“I’m going to beat your ass, Jungkook,” you threaten and he looks at you amused.

“You really just might,” he taunts and you scoff.

“Bring your ass here,” you say as you get off the punching bag and stand in front of him as you took slow steps forward while he took ones backwards.

“Catch me if you can,” he challenges and before you can respond he is running.

“Oh god,” you laugh as you begin chasing him.

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When you step outside you see Jungkook leaned against the car, hood pulled down very low, his eyes barely in sight.

When he notices you he pushes himself off and gets into the car. You shut your eyes after looking at his bandaged hand and pray to God that you have the strength to deal with whatever is incoming.

The ride is silent. Jungkook avoids your gaze, opting to look out the window instead as you drive.

It’s you who speaks up first when you reach a red light.

“Jungkook what is bothering you?” you ask softly as you want to try to get him to actually tell you.

“Nothing.” He simply says after a moment of silent.

“okay but why have you been acting like this ? It’s not like you.” You ask as you face him but he doesn’t move.

“It’s nothing, don’t sweat on it.” He tries get you to drop it but you don’t.

“You know what,” you laugh dryly. “I’m starting to think maybe being your coach and your girlfriend at the same time isn’t a good idea.” You confess and you really thought about it.

It felt like at times, especially as of recently, Jungkook would keep things from you because 1) you were his coach and he didn’t want to get in trouble or 2) you were his girlfriend and he didn’t want to make you mad or worry. It was always one or the other and it was too much for the both of you.

For the first time since that ride, Jungkook finally turns to face you as he looked taken aback.

“No Y/N. Don’t say that. You know that’s not it.” He says firmly as he searches your eyes. You return your eyes to the road as the lights turn green on the empty street as you silently thank God. You should be mad at him but he looked so damn hot, a distraction from him right about now was just what you needed.

“Then what is it Jungkook?” you ask again but he sighs.

“Babe, please. I’m fine okay?” he tries to reassure, placing a hand on your thigh as you park in front of your apartment.

“Jungkook, i- I don’t know what to say. I’m just so tired.” You admit flustered as you get off the car, trying to get away from Jungkook.

“Y/N,” you hear him call out as you get into the lift and try to regulate your breathing before it closes.

As soon as you get in you take off your jacket and slip off your jeans, grabbing your sleeping shorts from your room and heading to settle on the couch, pretending to sleep.

You hear the door open and you hear Jungkook’s footstep approach you.

He leans down in front of you and tucks a piece of story hair away from your face, his minty warm breathe tickling your face.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry.” He says before he comes closer and places a kiss on your cheek, muttering a goodnight before leaving.

When he leaves you open your eyes and you end up staring at the television’s black screen, tears beginning to form as you held back a sob before silently crying yourself to sleep.

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When you wake up, you are in bed. And Jungkook is nowhere to be seen.

You sigh as you recall what happened last night, making your way to get ready to head to the gym. Jungkook might be the golden boxer despite also being the youngest but there were other boxers too.

You quickly throw on a sports bra, Light T shirt and sweatpants, putting your hair into a messy bun before heading out.

When you get there, there is no sign of Jungkook and you’re not really surprised to say the least.

The day goes by and he never shows up ever.

You’re brought out of your thoughts when your phone vibrates on the desk.

You unlock your phone and it reveals a message from your close friend Nella.

Nella:

Hey Girl hey~ How you doing? – 5.23 pm

You:

Hey love, I’m alright. You ?-5.23 pm

Nella:

Livid. But! Because were going out tonight I’m suddenly not anymore!- 5.25 pm

You furrow your brows. You were going out today?

You:

We are? -5.25 pm

Nella:

Yes omg  don’t tell me you forgot  – 5.26 pm

You:

Well, I mean I remember now. Soooo… -5.26 pm

Nella:

Loool girl you better come! -5.28 pm

You:

Of course, see you there. -5.28 pm

Nella:

See you later  girl, wear something cute! - 5.30pm

You:

;) -5.30 pm

You place your phone down as you recall. You did make plans to go out with her on a Friday, was it Friday already? The week had gone last so fast.

You retired for the day and head home to change.

You put on a body hugging short sleeved red dress that ended around your mid thigh  and some medium length heels. For some reason you were feeling risky so your look was a little more spiced up than usual.

You sent Jungkook a quick text about where you would be, keeping it short to let him know that you were still mad.

When you get to the bar, you find your friend perched on the counter, already flirting with someone.

She immediately ignores them as her eyes land on you and she waves frantically in your direction mouthing ‘here’.

You laugh at her silliness and head to sit next to her.

You guys simply talk about everything, from work to your sex life. She always seemed to be very interested in yours and is slightly bummed out that you don’t have much to tell her since you and Jungkook haven’t really been on good terms.

“Hmmm, it’ll pass. Soon hopefully. Y'all are like soulmates.” She says as she chugs down her drink.

“Really? You think so?” you ask, a blush finding it’s way on your cheek.

“I know so!” beams as she puts her glass down.

You can’t even hide the giddiness you feel as you chuckle.

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Nella ends up heading home with some guy, apologising for leaving you alone as she left and even now through text on her way to his place even after you’ve told her it’s okay.

You laugh as you send her a quick message and begin to head out.

You did drink a little so you were opting to take public transport, not that you even came with your car to begin with.

The bus station was a 10 minute walk from the bar and you didn’t want to miss the last  bus as it was getting pretty late so you opt to go through the alleyways which would make it quicker.

2 minutes into your walk, it had started to drizzle as you feel a presence behind you. You turn to look over your shoulder but you see no-one.

You dismiss it as part of your imagination but as you feel the person get closer, you pick up your pace.

You scream when a hand is place over your shoulder and the man ahead of you raises his hand in defence.

“Hey, Hey, relax.” He says as he chuckles.

You observe his features as you shivered, bulky and bearded. He seems familiar.

“You dropped this.” He says, handing you your phone.

“Thank You,” you mutter before turning away and walking fast.

“Where are you headed,” he asks as he catches up to you and you mentally curse. Great.

You stay silent.

“Why sweet cheeks I’m talking to you,” he says as he roughly grabs your shoulder and forces you to look at him.

“Leave me alone,” you spit as you glares at him.

He scoffs as he leans in, making you back away until your back comes into contact with the wet brick wall.

“or what?” he challenges with a disgusting smirk.

“You know,” He begins as he takes a piece of your hair and sniffs it , making like rise through your throats. “I could undress you and spread your legs, right here. And no-one would know. I’d try to leave you here but you would beg me to take you home for more.“ He continues as he looks into your eyes.

“ and I would take you home for another round, because you’re fucking hot.”

Your face contorts in disgust and you spit in his face. He shuts his eyes and laughs dryly. If it weren’t for the alcohol in your system you would have done a lot more but you could slowly feel your body give away as you stumbled and leaned onto the wall for support as you attempt to get away.

“Where do you think you’re going huh?” he laughs as he grabs your wrist and pulls you back, making you slam into his chest.

“Let go of me!” you shout as you pound his chest.

“stay still will you, you little slut,” he says before he strikes your face, sending you flying into the wall, your head throbbing at the contact.

“Better,” he sighs as he wipes his forehead and approaches you.

He hovers over your limp figure as the rain comes down pouring, taking both your hands into one of his larger ones when you try to push him off of you.

He leans down and begans to plant disgusting wet kisses on your neck as you begin to sob, your tears mixing in with the rain, struggling against his hold.

His stronger legs trap yours as he places one in between you, and the other on your side. The leg in between rises and he knees your private place, making you squirm as you cry for help.

His free hand begins to roams over your body, hiking your dress in the process. You shake frantically to try to get out of his grip as they come to rest on your breast and he aggressively squeezes it.

You shout and scream but it seems like no-one can hear you.

“Please,” you sob one more time and before you knew, the man was sent flying off of you.

Before you can react an arm is wrapped around your waist and you are pulled up as a jacket is put over you.

You look up to see who had just come to rescue you. Jungkook.

But he had his fiery eyes filled with fury on someone else. Before you can even do or say anything he is charging towards the man who laid on the ground helpless, still trying to recover from the kick Jungkook had came to him with.

“Jungkook!” you shout as Jungkook begins to pound into the mans face mercilessly, blood you’re sure isn’t just the thugs but is also Jungkook splattering onto the brick walls.

“Jungkook!” you shout to try to get him to stop but he doesn’t even as the man stays motionless. He was going to kill him.

He grabbed the man by the collar and hoisted him, slamming him against the wall and resuming his blows.

This time he delivers knee kicks straight to the man’s gut as he groaned in pained and doubled over. You need to stop him.

You gather enough strength to throw yourself onto his back, attempting to pull him back but it was pointless, he didn’t budge an inch.

“Jungkook please stop,” you sob as you wrap an arm around his waist and that seemed to bring his human side back to him as his fist halted mid air and he turned to you.

“Y/N,” he says as he grabs your cheeks in between his bloody hands and kisses your forehead.

“Are you okay?” he asks as he searches for any type of bruise on you and you smile at him.

“I’m fine Jungkook,” you reassure and he sighs in relief.

He turns and your eyes widen, thinking he was going to resume breaking the man. But he doesn’t.

“If I ever see you near my girl ever again, I’ll fucking kill you. Send the memo on to the rest of your friends.” He threatens and you feel a chill run down your spine. You want to believe he didn’t mean that but you know he did.

“Lets go Jungkook,” you say as you try to pull  him away by his wrist, careful to not touch his already busted hand.

Jungkook gives the terrified man one last look before walking away with you in his arms.

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When you get home you slip out of your ruined dress and threw it into the dustbin, putting on Jungkook’s white shirt.

You head into the toilet to find a shirtless Jungkook sat over the closed toilet bowl struggling to tie the bandage around with hand, the other one being damaged too.

You watch him for awhile, deciding to take over when he grunts in pain and frustration as he can’t seem to get it right.

You set yourself in front of him, taking his hand in yours as he looks at you surprised.

You dismiss it although you felt slightly offended, did he think you were some heartless wrench ?

You slowly carefully wrap the bandage around his right hand first as he kept his eyes on you.

When you are done with his right hand you place it on his lap as you take his left one and begin to wrap that too.

When you are done you exhale deeply and get up to keep the first aid kit. All the while, his eyes strained on you.

You stretch to place it above the cupboard, your torso slightly leaning into Jungkook’s face.

After you’ve placed it in the cabinet you stand back on your feet, Jungkook places his large hands on your hips you hold you in place.

He looks up at you with guilt and fault written all over his face and you soften up to him. He looks like a little child who is about to be scolded.

“Are you mad at me still? Even more than before?” he asks as he looks into your eyes desperately  waiting for an answer.

You place a hand on his shoulder, the other coming to rest on his cheek as you caress it with your thumb and you smile at him.

“No.” You tell him and you feel his shoulder heave down as he sighs in relief. He pulls your into a hug, nuzzling his face right below your breasts as his arms wrap around your waist to pull you in.

You play with his dark locks before he lifts you up slightly, making you straddle his lap as he placed his hands on your hips.

You stare at each other for awhile, his eyes moving back and forward between your lips and your eyes.

You’re the first to lean and capture his lips into a heated make out session.

His grip tighten around your hips and you pull away, Jungkook trying to capture your lips in his again . You laugh at him and place your hand on his chest as you lean back to stop him.

“You’re going to need to take it slow, those bandages could come off,” you warn playfully and Jungkook nods impatiently.

He pulls you in again and you smile against his lips.

He abruptly gets up and lifts you, heading to the bed.

He gently places you there, coming to hover over you and reconnect your lips.

Your hands trail down his abdomen, tracing the scars that decorated his skin as one of his cups your face and the other supports him above you.

when your hands began to fiddle with his belt e abruptly stops kissing and pulls away, making you whimper at the loss of contact.

You furrow your brows at him and he smirks, getting off of you and settling beside you.

“Not today, it’s been a rough night don’t you think?” he tries to convince you and you nod.

“Yeah,” you agree.

“Come here,” he says tapping the spot closer to him and you scoot over, your back against his chest as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer.

“I can’t sleep like this,” you suddenly blurt out.

“Why not?” Jungkook asks as he peers to look at you confused.

“Well, your third arm is poking into my ass for starters,” you say as you motion underneath the sheets.

“Oh,” is all Jungkook says as a heavy blush spreads across his cheeks.

“Oh,” you mimic as you turned back to face your back towards him as you stiffled a laughter.

You hear shuffling as Jungkook gets off the bed.

“Where are you going?” you ask as you perch yourself on your elbows.

“Toilet.” He says as he walk into the bathroom.

“Have fun, Good luck!” you call out and you can almost see him rolling his eyes through the walls.

You can’t help the hearty laughter that escapes your lips once he is gone.

By the time he comes back and resumes his position behind you, you are partly asleep.

But when he starts grinding into you in his sleep and his member starts growing by the second you are wide awake and alert.

Somewhere along the way his hand had slid up into your shirt while his other hand rest near your core.

His ragged breathing tickled your neck and you felt the hairs on your body stand straight.

You can’t help but moan and arch into his crotch when his fingers begin playing with your nipples, rolling the hardened nub between his thumb and index, tugging on it lightly.

He muttered a low throaty deep ‘fuck’ and you felt like you were about to loose your mind.

You manage to slip of his strong grip and settle onto a different position where you were spooning him, or at least attempting to and you slept like a baby, but of course your dreams weren’t as innocent.

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You wake up to the smell of pancakes and eggs.

You stretch yourself as you get off the bed and walk pass the living room,  straight into the kitchen.

You are greeted by the site of Jungkook’s muscular back contacting and relaxing as he flipped some last few pancakes.

You lean against the door frame as a smile stretches across your lips.

“Oh? Y/N, you’re awake, Good Morning.” he smiles as he turns when he notices your presence.

“I’m almost done,” he announces and you walk over to him and stand on your tip toes to peck his cheek, muttering  low ‘good morning’ settling onto the dining table as he prepared the table.

You guys continue to munch on your breakfast making small talk.

“So about your schedule, you’re injured so were going to push it back to-” you begin but Jungkook places a hand over yours taking you off guard.

“Y/N can we not talk about work today? Let’s just … be the couple Y/N and Jungkook for today, please?” he asks you and you smile as you nod.

“Of course, it’s a weekend right?” you note and Jungkook nods enthusiastically.

“Well, what do you want to do ?” you ask as you clear the table and place the empty played in the sink.

“Hmmm I haven’t thought about you much. What about you?” he asks as he leans against  the island opposite you.

A cheeky smirk plants itself on your lips as you turn around.

“For starters I’m guessing I could help you.” You say as you approach him.

He furrows his brows.

“Do your hands still hurt a lot?” you ask as you take his bandaged hand into yours.

“Yeah, quite. Why?” he asks as he eyes you suspiciously.

“Hmmm, you know i know you couldn’t do shit to relief yourself last night right ?” you smirk and his eyes widen before a smirk decorates his face too.

“Oh Yeah? What makes you think that?” he asks as he steps forward, your chests flush against each other as he continues walking forward, making you take steps back.

“Well, you couldn’t seem to keep your hands or your little big friend to yourself last night.” You challengingly state.

“looks like you’ve caught me.” He says as he raises his hand in defense “so what are you going to do about it, huh, Y/N?” he says as He bites his lip, his eyes turning black as he looks down into your eyes and you want to get down on your knees right then and there.

“so, because I felt bad for and I don’t like to see you suffer, I’m going to help you.” You smile as you slide your fingers down his chest and abdomen, coming to rest on the waist band of his sweatpants  that hung dangerously low around his hips, his morning wood prominent and very present beneath them. The sight of the little cross tattoo you’ve always been curious on his hip bone making the pit of your stomach heat up.

“How are you going to do that?” he asks, his voice low and throaty as your back comes into contact with the wall and you flinch.

“With my hands baby,” you say as you play with the hem of his sweatpants while either of his hand rest on the side of your head.

“What are you waiting for, baby girl?” he smirks and that’s all it take for you to immediately get on your knees and free his throbbing angry cock.

“Fuck, Y/N" he mutters when you grab a hold of it and start stroking it while you looked into his eyes.

You licked the tip as precum began to trickle out of it, Jungkook’s hand coming to grip your hair.

After a few licks, you take his whole cock into your mouth and begin to bob your head up and down.

“You’re so good baby girl,” Jungkook moans as he shuts his eyes and bucks his hip into your mouth.

You choke on his cock and the vibration causes him to mutter a curse again.

“You take me in so Well, fuck, you look so pretty like this,” he praises as he looks down at you.

“Let me fuck your mouth,” he says and you nod as much as you could and he begins slamming into your throat, and the vibration of your gag reflex is more than enough to bring his high .

“Fuck I’m close,” he says as he picks up his pace and he quickly pulls out as his high peaks, spilling his seeds on your chest. The thick liquid material making his light thin shirt you wore see through, your breast with your hard nipples on display for himself as bat your lashes at him and lick your bottom lip.

He feels himself get hard again and he smirks.

“I know what we’re gonna do today,” he says and you smirk at him back.

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You spend the entire weekend cuddling, fucking, watching Netflix and fucking.

You don’t even leave the house, except one time to pickup groceries and that’s it. And it doesn’t even feel like a weekend has been wasted by staying in.

Although Jungkook had begged you to not speak about work, you were still his coach. You had told him about his match that was pushed to Tuesday and he nodded before pulling you into a kiss and fucking you senseless again.

You were worried you might not be able to go to the gym because you really couldn’t feel your legs. Jungkook even insisted that you stay at home but you told him you just had to check in for a bit and you’d be back home asap. He agrees but insisted that he drive.

When you arrived at the gym, you were immediately alerted when you noticed the door wasn’t locked.

Jungkook came forward and had you stand behind him when you told him, slowly creeping in to turn on the lights and you gasped at the sight in front of you.

The whole place was trashed and turned upside down.

The ring was ripped in the centre, all the ropes around in cut, the punching bags were ripped open, sand poured all across the room. The windows had been broken, glass guards splayed across the room. Your grip on Jungkook’s shoulder tightened as you felt your breathing get difficult.

“What the hell is going on?” you ask to no-one in particular but, Jungkook? He knows exactly what is going on.

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So that’s it for the first part ! Things are about to get a little more dramatic in a while ;)

ʚ✟⃛ɞ Like a Moth to a Flame || J.J.K ʚ✟⃛ɞ

PAIRING: Jungkook x Reader/x jimin.

SUMMARY: Your best friends older brother meant more to you than just a friend, unfortunately it’s a little too late now.

WARNINGS: smut implied on multiple occasions.

GENRE: best friends brother au.

WC: 5.4K

//unedited, y’all should get the gist by now :’)\

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PERHAPS **the most **important part of being someone’s best friend is being honest, truthful and sharing everything you can. And if you can’t share a secret with your best friend, then it most be something she can never find out. Right?

Exactly.

Which is why you’re currently biting your nails, sitting like a duck on your own egg shells. Hoping to god that your reddened cheeks can be blamed for the spicy jalapeño pizza you just shared between each other as well as the many soju bottles. However you cannot be 100% sure everyone is buying your little gimmick, seeing as he’s staring at you with an amused smirk, pretending he’s all too interested in making himself a cup of tea.

Why does he have to be like that? Besides he wasn’t even suppose to be in the house in the first place, Yeji explicitly told him to leave the house since she’s going to throw a small birthday party for her 20th. Doesn’t seem like he got the memo from what you can see.

“Anyway,” yeji, cuts herself short, “what’s the dirtiest place you have had sex in y/n”.

Cheeks reddening to a beetroot red, you clear your throat slightly, looking around the table before choosing your words carefully, “back of his car”.

“Just back of his car?”

“At the rear parking lot of 7/11, at midnight”, you finish.

“Risky, wouldn’t of said such an innocent little Angel like you would actually commit such a heinous crime huh” he voiced his opinion without missing a beat, watching as the death glare formed on your face.

“Don’t act like you’d even know what having a bit of fun means,” you scoff, Yeji oblivious to your little game.

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself y/n,” he warns with a slight smirk, sipping his tea.

“Don’t project your insecurities on me cause you can’t get bitches Jungkook” you roll your eyes, clearly not amused by his obvious teasing.

“I’m sure you’d know” he chuckles, exiting the kitchen and leaving your almost growling at the kitchen table, where everyone’s eyes are on you.

“What… was that?” Sujin asks.

“What was what!” You didn’t mean to sound so harsh, but with Jungkook’s teasing and shit eating grin engraved in your mind you felt like popping.

“That roast battle?” Yeji asks, “by the way you ate him up”.

“He had it coming” you slumped back into your chair, sipping your sweet old whiskey mix.

Yeji brings her hands up in surrender, letting the subject drop faster than a needle to the ground. It’s not that there was much she could ask. You never made it super clear that her brother angers you so much that you wish he’d rearrange your guts on more than one occasion. But like mentioned, not everything can be shared, somethings are just better left unsaid.

After a few more hours of drinking past your limit and eating way too many spicy foods, you felt like you’ve had your fun. Ready to leave the party right after everyone has gone and dusted. But Yeji was too good of a friend, too sweet and protective. And who were you to give up an immediate soft place to crash on?

“Yeah but where would I stay, it’s not like,” you hiccuped past your slurred sentences, Jungkook right behind you and Yeji, chuckling to himself as he watched both of your try to speak in your slurred states like two toddlers trying to learn to speak for the first time, “we could fit on the same bed, because let’s me be honest ji, I’ve got a fat ass and your single bed will not handle me”

She pondered for a second, lips formed in a cute pout and eyes wide despite the droop from the alcohol in her system. She was the spitting image of her brother, except in female form and a lot more daintier, “take Jungkook’s bed, he’s been an asshole anyway”

You snort unattractively, hand covering your mouth as you and Yeji fall into a fit of drunken giggles, almost falling over while leaning on each other for support, “okay, I’ll leave a bunch of cockroaches behind too”

“No I’m serious,” she whines slightly, “it’s not safe to go home now, and Uber drivers are perverts.”

“I’ll just walk I’ll be fine Ji,” you grabbed her shoulders, confident in your remark but before you could even take the slightest step to the door, Yeji has other plans.

In the process of trying to grab your shoulder, she accidentally grabs your boob, rather harshly at that, and because of the slight pain that you still have in your freshly pierced nipple, you almost fall over in pain, “ow my boob!”

“Oh shit sorry!” She chuckles, “hey, at least the piercing feels nice!”

You smirk at her, keeping eye contact as you stumble closer to her, “it looks even better in real life”.

“I know,” she giggles, “because I’m the one that put it there”

Once again falling into a pit of giggles with a traumatised Jungkook behind you, you finally reach your end stage of being drunk, a small sob leaving your lips, “can I actually sleep in his stinky room?, what if I get kidnapped on the way home”

“Of course you can,” Yejis lower lip trembles, finally reaching that stage with you, “can’t she Jungkook”

Jungkook shakes his head in disbelief, not quiet sure how you guys got to this stage since he left with his tea and what’s worse is he hasn’t realised that to your drunken eyes it looks like he just said no, so now you’re not sobbing, you’re practically wailing together, grabbing each other’s hands like it’s the end of the world.

“He really is an asshole” she wipes her eyes, “all the times Y/N, bought you banana milk and you won’t let her sleep in your room!”

“I-“ the poor man tries to defend himself.

“And all the times I’ve got you gimbap!”

He sighs in defeat, muttering incoherent words to himself as he finally leans off of the wall and stalks over to both of you very gently and slowly, “first off, I did not shake my head-NO- and second of all, please stop staring at me like that I feel threatened-“

“As you should” his younger sister practically growls.

“Anyway, y/n, why don’t you go and make yourself comfortable in my roo-“

“I’m sorry if I obliterate your bathroom with vomit, I really don’t mean to” you sniffle, right nostril blocked from crying.

He blinks, mentally counting down from 10 and begging god for patience because not only is there a possibility he’ll have to clean your vomit up and be there for you because his sister will be sleeping like she’s dead, but she’s currently pss’pssing as if there was a cat in the house… which there isn’t.

“It’s okay, just please, go to sleep”

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Maybe the smarter idea would of been to stay at home after literally burning your entire digestive system with alcohol not even a four days ago, but despite that, and the lack of a boyfriend, somehow, you have found yourself immersed by yet another tequila drink and music booming around your entire aura. Hips swaying side to side and hair absolutely going wild after you have successfully lost your hair tie around two hours ago.

Yeji was no better, screaming down the phone to her annoying and hot brother, who apparently is very pissed and worried because he’s had a tough training with his coach today, and now his night is going to be filled with yet again taking care of two drunk messes. She keeps yelling at him, telling him she’s absolutely not giving him the name of the bar you’re currently trashed in. You vaguely hear her scream a bunch of curses at him before your attention is diverted to a pair of hands on your hips.

Turning around to meet this gaze you find probably one of the hottest creatures of man kind. With hooded dark eyes, and pink floppy hair and luscious plump lips he looks like a sinning Angel. His pearl white teeth sink into his plump bottom lip, the cross necklace on his dark shirt stealing your attention as you start dancing with this handsome stranger, absolutely perfect.

Without much thought to your current situation, you signal to Yeji that you are leaving with, Jimin, as you learned his name is. Right the second Jungkook enters, expression clearly not amused by your little escapade with his sister. You giggled to yourself as Jimin chuckled, helping you into the taxi.

And by the time you could really think about what you’re doing, his cross is swinging by your face as he hovers above you, kissing his way down your body right after giving you the best orgasm you’ve experienced, eyes sultry and lips coated in your essence. You were on cloud nine as he left marks on your neck and chest, rubbing his thick cock along your folds, before sliding in with ease, gasping as you clench around him, watching as his expression twists into ecstasy, he was gorgeous. Railing you like there was no tomorrow, and you know for fact you will not regret this night, not even in a million years.

Waking up the next morning was a daze, finding yourself nausea but not throwing up, and laying down next to a extraterrestrial being, you got out of bed in a rush, realising you promised Yeji to grab hungover brunch together. The man beside you groans, stirring awake, “sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up”.

“You don’t have to do the walk of shame babe,” he chuckled, voice incredibly arousing, stirring something deep inside your stomach.

“No-“ maybe that was too quick of a reaction, “it’s- I meant to be meeting my friend in ten minutes for brunch, and I don’t want to be late.”

He gets out of his bed, watching you as you put your clothes on deciding to do the same, “maybe I could drop you?..”.

Your lips part in thought, “Uhm are you sure? You don’t have to if you don’t want to, you don’t owe me anything actually yesterday night was amazing-“.

“Do you really not remember me?” He asks with a soft chuckle.

Your brain stirs, realising the familiar gaze, voice and eyes. He definitely changed, but good god did he even get hotter, and maybe you were to drunk to realise yesterday that his name was literally the same as your ex friends with benefits partner.

“Holy shit!” You exclaim, to which he laughs gently, now dressed in grey sweats and a black shirt.

“I see time did you good y/n”

“Fuck me did it do you good” you laughed, slipping your red dress back on, cringing a little.

“Do you want to borrow some clothes?” He asks, already going to his drawer full of hoodies and sweats.

“I mean if you’re okay with it-“

“Come on don’t act like we didn’t use to do all the time” he hands you a brown hoodie and black sweats.

Smiling a little, you slipped the clothes on he gave you, watching as his eyes gleamed with a certain twinkle, “so? You disappeared for five years Park, where have you been?”

“Studying in Canada, I came back because I got a good job offer here” he mutters as you head out of his apartment, and straight down into the underground parking lot.

“Oh, damn. That’s nice, I’ve still another year of studying to do unfortunately” you chuckle a little, buckling your seat belt as he starts his car.

Within small talk you get to the small cafe by Jungkook’s place, being met with the man himself and his younger sister. Jungkook does not look pleased at all, a prominent scowl on his face while he glares at his whining sister, but in all fairness, he looked absolutely ravishing. In blue ripped jeans, and a white polo shirt. Hair slightly messy but never the less he looks gorgeous, just like always. With your stare on him and voice more clear he whips his head up, noticing you with a man is quite the strange sight for him, and he’s not really sure why he all of a sudden feels even angrier than he was during training.

Sitting down next to Jungkook and Jimin next to Yeji, you sigh, the crispy breeze of autumn absolutely devouring your lungs, “remind me to never drink again hm?”.

Jimin chuckles before you realise you never actually introduced him, “oh right, guys this is Jimin my friend, Jimin Jungkook and Yeji my best friend”.

“Ah the famous Yeji”

“Famous?” Your best friend managed even though her voice was ragged just like a cat being dragged through her vocal chords.

jimin chuckles a little, rearranging the cap ingulfing his hair, “yeah, Y/N wouldn’t shut up about you yesterday night, kept complaining saying you’ll be concerned, but to be honest you didn’t seem all too worried yesterday night’’

Yeji hums, squinting while the sun shines in her eyes. you on the other hand whine, hand covering your stomach while you pout a little, clearly very hungry with your hungover. Jimin picks up on that, smiling a little before ordering you a smoothie and an acai bowl. how sweet. seemingly, though, Jungkook doesn’t quite like the picture in front of his eyes, muttering something incoherent under his breath, and while you notice you choose to blame his sour mood on his training.

‘‘so kook, how was training’‘, you ask, nibbling on your paper straw.

‘‘good’‘ is all he answers, clearly not excited to overindulge you.

‘‘when’s the upcoming fight’‘, you say, trying to make it clear you’re devoting your entire attention on him.

he sits up in his chair, still slacking but not as bad as before, one hand under his chin as he looks into the small cafe, “friday week” he answers.

“are you excited”

he scoffs a little, “you could say that”

Confused and slightly baffled at why he’s giving you the cold shoulder you sigh, closing the menu you were scanning for no apparent reason and stand up of your chair, “kook, would you mind going in with me for some water?”

He looks at you with minimal hesitation, “for.. water?”

“Yeah,” you mutter softly tilting your head trying to make it obvious to him that you are trying to to talk to him in private, “water”.

He licks his lips swiftly, clearing his throat and following your lead, watching your back with intent, wondering why the hell you’re dressed in oversized mens clothing, when suddenly, like a lighting strike just hit him, he realises.

Once at a small corner at the cafe away from others he looks you dead in the eyes, clearly some type of emotion swarming his head as he suddenly looks slightly pissed off, body tense and brows stern, “you slept with him”.

It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. Like he was there last night and saw all the things Jimin did to you. Shocked and maybe a little shy, you gulp, “well… it’s my life. I can choose who I sleep with..”.

He scoffs with a slight smirk, no, not the type of smirk where you want to kiss it right of his lips or the type you want to smack away because he’s cocky, no, the type were he’s clearly pissed.. beyond pissed, “why him?”

Now you were getting agitated, foxy gaze hardening and cheeks warming to a serene pink, “why not him!”

“Because!” He controls his voice, looking around to Make sure he hasn’t captured any unwanted attention.

“Because?” You questioned, clearly baffled now at where this man has gotten his audacity.

“Goddamnit y/n” he sighs rubbing his face with his hands.

“What’s so wrong with him that I can’t sleep with-“

“He is my fucking opponent this Friday.”

“Oh”

He stares at you, tight lipped and fuming, and all though you know better than to continue egging him on. You still open your big mouth, “well I don’t know how that affects the fight since it’s my vagina and not yours he fucked”.

Blinking about a hundred times in one second he literally just stands there for a solid minute trying to decipher what you had just said to him, “I don’t have a vagina”.

“Sucks for you I guess” you shrug your shoulders with a straight face.

He bites into his lower lip, clearly not amused by your little shenanigans, inching closer to you, he has a certain glimmer in his usually brown eyes, with just a little sheen of cloudy darkness, “I promise when I win that fight, I will prove to you that no other man will *ever *compare to me… physically…mentally” he moves in closer, just an inch away from your ear, “stamina wise,” his hot breath on your delicate skin was exciting, hairs rising on your neck and goosebumps forming, “and bed wise”

With his final words he moved away from you slowly, before tucking your hair behind your ear all while you’re sure someone has electrocuted your insides. Maybe this man is trying to kill you, maybes he trying to tease you or perhaps, he means what he says.

But two can always play the same game, “well,” you give him your best innocent look, “I hope you’re a man of your words, good luck.. Kookie” swiftly moving around him, you shoot straight for the door, heart racing and insides melting. what . the . actual . fuck.

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Fuming… that’s what you are right now. Angrily stomping your way to the familiar building you dig your nails further into the palm of your hand, cheeks blushed with the anger coursing through your blood and face stern. Not quite concerned with the people, most of them already know you.. and who you are coming to see, it’s pretty obvious.

Coming up straight to the punching bag the tall man is apparently taking his frustration out on, you bit into your lip. Calming your breathes and trying your best to not pop, “I will personally take a rope, put it round your neck and choke you. Who the fuck do you think you are”.

Not really paying attention to you, or more so being bothered by your outrage because he’s expected this, he throws a mere glance your way before speaking up again, “do you have anyone else to bother but me?”.

Rolling your eyes so far back into your skull that it physically hurts, you give him a sarcastic laugh, “you’re so funny don’t you think? Stay out of my business Jungkook. I’m serious”.

He stops punching the bag, holding it in place with his gloved hands, “you, got into, my, business, first.”

At this stage you will need all mighty gods strength to stop yourself from absolutely obliterating his face right this second, “fuck you Jungkook, you’re so fucking annoying. YOU are not my brother, YOU are not my father or my boyfriend. YOU do not dictate who I can fuck and who I can’t. Stay in your own lane”.

Suddenly angry, deep frustration taking over his eyes, darkening his orbs to a colour almost unrecognisable, “do you know what he says about you?” He stalks towards you, almost like a prey to its victim, “do you know how he tells everyone of his friends he fucks your everyday? That you’re desperate? Choking on his fucking dick? My entire friend group has been bombarding me, telling me my sisters best friend is getting railed by my opponent, never mind that actually, it’s the fact he has so little respect for you. I promise you, when I’ll be in the ring, he won’t come out of my hands alive”.

Throwing the gloves off his hands to the floor, he walks to the locker room with one last look at you, but you’re stupid, and not at all listening to your rational brain telling you to let him cool down, “well I just think it’s stupid you’re so willing to risk disqualification over me”

He chuckles emptily, “so I’m stupid because I care?”

“No, you’re stupid because you’re risking the biggest fight of your career.”

“So help me god Y/N,” he stands up off the bench, sweaty figure close to your body to the point you can feel his heat radiating warmth onto your skin, “I’ll do it all again and again and again, if it means you get the respect you deserve.”

Because you absolutely have no self control and curiosity always gets the best of you, you look into his eyes and ask, “why do you care so much?”

His expression turns soft, eyes melting every worry, anxiety and pain away, “because you’re my friend too, and my friends mean a lot to me.”

Understandable, but despite the feeling that there’s more to this words than he lets on, you nod in slight agreement, “fine, I’ll stop seeing him”.

He says nothing, simply turns around and begins to take his shirt off, “you might wanna wait outside unless you want coach to explode with anger”.

The hardest part about being alone is… being alone. Simply put. There is only so much a person can do by themselves, and sure it’s relaxing to be alone sometimes, but not all the time. It gets lonely, dark… soulless. Not only in the caged four walls of your home, but generally speaking. A human needs another human, it’s instinctual, it’s inevitable. Just like any other creature, a soul needs a partner. Surely, by now you’d have found someone if you were interesting enough, but in all fairness, you seem to be probably the most general, imperfect and boring person alive.

Staring at the ceiling for what feels like a decade, which in reality was an hour, your mind sinks deeper into your feelings, into the depth of your heart. It almost feelings like your brain is rummaging around, throwing things randomly while accidentally continuously hitting that one spot, that one spot that hurts. And since it’s busy, it doesn’t help you find out why exactly it hurts. It makes no sense. Being in pain, without a source. Without a reason, without pain.

Most people like to believe that their one and true love will come by, wether that be in five minutes or twenty odd years, you choose to not be foolish. You don’t believe in falling in love instantly, you don’t believe in love at first sight. Call it depressing, but you like to believe you’re quite the optimist. Just not in this scenario.

Any sane person would probably avoid walking in lashing rain to ease said -pain without pain- situation, but that’s exactly it. You’re not sane enough right now. You’re not exactly functioning properly, is it because of the lack of humanly touch? Or because the last time you saw another human being was when Jungkook almost killed Jimin in the boxing ring? Sighing you shrug your coat on and leave your apartment. Forgoing your umbrella.

What happened that day? What got into him? That despite the fact you begged him hours before to not hurt him too much, he went further of your plea and obliterated Jimin. The screaming and roaring in his apartment didn’t help his busted lip, but during that heated fight were Yeji stood in the hallway door silently crying as both you and him swore to never even look each other’s way again, you left a tiny yet crucial part of your being with them.

What the fuck happened that day.

To put it short, Jungkook wasn’t handling everything well, and when you pushed through into his place, he scoffed, asking you to leave. Maybe you should have, but you weren’t just pissed that he hurt Jimin, no, you were pissed that despite everything you begged him for, you especially begged for him to not get this disqualified. And sure it’s not the end of his career, but it was not needed. It was not necessary. Yet he’d gone and did it, which is why you started yelling, and from one word to another, both of you started cussing each other out, the entire argument was pathetic but it thought you many things, and it’s only been a month since that said fight, yet all of you is slowly dying and you don’t know why.

Maybe ignoring Yeji was not necessary, but if you talked to her, you knew it would blow up in your face. It’s too soon, too soon to be even near him.

*“Are you crazy” he yelled, anger at a boiling point. *

“*Maybe I am, but fuck Jungkook you got yourself disqualified!” *

*“So what?” He scoffed bitterly, “stop pretending like you give a shit about me” *

“*Oh that’s just pathetic” you sighed rubbing your forehead. *

“*So now I’m pathetic too?” *

“Yeah as a matter of fact you are! You’re pathetic, pathetic for throwing away your chance like that” you yelled, sure you face was getting red.

“*And you’re just a naive little girl, grow up Y/N, open your fucking eyes, stop trying to find good in everyone, stop believing everyone, stop trusting everyone! Stop sleeping around with everyone!” He yelled back, equally as pissed. *

Your face dropped, a needle to your heart, that’s what his words felt like, “oh that’s just low Jungkook, that’s just low even for you. Fuck. You don’t get to do that, you don’t get to call me a whore or whatever else because what I do with my body is none of your business. You’re so low for that Jungkook, that was a douche bag move”.

“*It’s the truth!” He countered, not looking in your eyes. *

“*Yeah,” you swallowed the lump in your throat, fighting the tears back from your eyes, “you’re right, I’ll stop being naive, I’ll stop trusting people, as a matter of fact Jungkook, I swear I will never look your way again, I promise you’ll never hear from me again and I’ll make sure that the last you’ll see of me is if I were to die. I swear on everything that is dear to me in this world”. *

“*So do I” he shrugs, taking another sip of his beer. *

*Without looking back, you stormed out of his apartment. Desperately trying to stop the tears flowing from your eyes, but your efforts were just that, efforts. *

Crazy is what it was, it was a spurt of dumb non meaningful words. It was like spinning in a tunnel of webs, with absolutely no way out. Like sitting in four walls painted black with no escape. Like sitting ducks waiting to be eaten by their prey. It was in the heat of the moment. Yet it hurts like hell, maybe because you’re crazy in love with him, or maybe because it’s just that. Love.

*Not sure when he’s arrived at your house or how he got in, but he stumbled in regardless, holding a bag of snacks, drinks and a bottle of red wine with a small smile on his pouty lips, “horror marathon?” *

*Giggling you nod, watching him slip of his shoes and coat, neatly placing them beside yours. He practically skips his way to your small living room, cozying himself up beside you and nuzzling his nose into your arm like a dog would to get head rubs. *

*within half an hour into the movie you find yourself running your fingers through his silky hair as his head laid on your stomach, sleeping peacefully. He was beautiful, serene and too cute for his own good as he breathed in softly. He was as lovely as he could be, kind yet teasing but he always took care of you, even when you wouldn’t realise it, and you’re not exactly sure why, but it didn’t matter. *

It was hard to look back at the memories, it’s like knowing a stranger who knew all your secrets, a soulmate who wasn’t meant to be. How incredulous. How generic, the girl who doesn’t believe in true love, falling so hard and so quick, it’s honestly laughable. A joke. Maybe even a whole circus.

*“Okay, but under the condition that I get to braid your hair?” He bargains. *

*What was there to bargain? Well you wanted to put mascara on his lashes since they’re so curly and long, but of course he has to bargain, “wait really?” *

*You couldn’t careless that he’d braid your hair if you’re honest but rather you couldn’t believe he actually agreed at all, “mmm only because I love you so much” he said, holding your waist as you sat on his lap on your bed. *

“That’s literally unbelievable!” You gasped after generously applying the mascara to his lashes, “can I please take a picture?” You begged.

*“what- no absolutely no” he shook his head *

*“oh but please kook!” You whined, pouting a little to make sure your charm was working, *

*he squirmed a little before mumbling, “fine but you have to put it as your screen lock for three months and you have to pinky promise it!” *

Staring at your lock screen, you feel your heart break just a little more, you can feel it get squeezed and beg to be let go off, but despite its efforts the band tightens a little more when you remember where you are, and where you’re sitting.

*sitting beside you on the dirty old bench He looked absolutely adorable as he sipped softly on your pumpkin spice latte, face lighting up as his taste buds responded well, and you could swear his eyes had little stars splattered around his pupils. He was incredible, in every sense of the word. *

“It’s amazing wow” he says after awhile, the snow beneath your feet melting at the sight of his adorable pink cheeks.

*“it is isn’t it?” You hummed, smiling softly. *

“*No like it’s literally beautiful Y/N” *

*you giggled at that, taking the sip he offers you so kindly, his upper half covered in the mustard color puffered coat you bought him for his birthday. *

You hated reminiscing, because it’s not snowing right now, and he’s not sitting beside you melting you down with his soft gaze and what became his pumpkin spiced latte, instead it’s pouring rain, with thunder rumbling the skies and your soaked and absolutely freezing.

*Giggling you begged him to stop, but instead he continued tickling your sides demanding an apology and a kiss to his cheek, “I promise I won’t slap your butt again!” *

*His attacks stopped, “now the kiss” and as obedient as ever you did as he asked. *

You were sort of thankful for the rain as it disguised the stream of tears running down your face, hiding the entire pain your body was engulfed in as you watched the deserted streets.

“Yeji would absolutely kill you for being here right now”

Which was your bed, doing something he absolutely hated, cuddling. “Yeah well she can suck it because it’s her fault, she threw a goddamn party”.

“*I know, I was suppose to be there” *

“awww sucks for you I guess, besides I am the party”.

In dire need of warmth you finally got up from the bench, heading back towards your apartment like you should have done a long time ago. What you thought would of been a source of stress relief was instead the opposite. Barely feeling your hands you stuff them in the pockets of your coat, that did absolutely nothing to keep you warm.

And as you stare ahead, you see him. You see him strolling ahead under dressed for this weather just like you, he noticed you too, and for a second you thought everything that happened within that month, was just a fever dream, but you realise it’s just wishful thinking.

And just as promised,

You walked by each other, without looking each other’s way.

**A/N: I’m sorry if it’s rushed I’ve literally wrote this in under an hour while at the ER lol. I hope you enjoyed this! Leave a comment or request if you have any! **

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