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How to Get a Guy. jjk | 01

PART 01 OF 02 | PART 02

pairing: Jungkook x Reader | [slight] Yoongi x Reader

genre: fluff, angst, smut, roommates!au, college!au, fuckboi!jk, enemies to friends to lovers

summary: Star basketball player Jeon Jungkook has a reputation as the ultimate fuckboi. He’s loved by everyone. Everyone. And you would have followed suit if he had not broken all your strict Roommate Rules™ within the first week of his stay. Jungkook, on the other hand, thinks you’re absolutely bizarre. But there’s a silver lining — Mr. Fuckboi here knows basketball captain Min Yoongi, your dreadfully clueless crush. He strikes up a deal with you: he’ll teach you the ways of flirting if you lessen your load of rules (so Jungkook can continue perusing his way through the ladies on campus). Yet the longer Jungkook spends with you, the more he realizes that maybe he doesn’t want to be the campus fuckboi anymore. The problem is, how does he prove that to you?

rating: 18+ sexual content.

warnings: protected sex, oral (f. receiving), handjob through clothes??, cumming in pants :D, slow burn, a lot of making out, titty sucking, cursing, alcohol consumption from parties, drug (weed) consumption (but not main pairing), marking with nails (not from y/n tho omg), jk sleeps around, and he’s a basketball player oof, honestly jk and y/n are just hella confused

word count: 20.6k

a/n ✑ it’s here, part uno! thank you so much for your patience!! i hope you enjoy this fic that was originally supposed to be 15k max… i appreciate all the support/motivation mwah mwah <3 the warnings for part two are included here as well (so if they dont show,,, it’s cuz it’s in the next one)

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The Rulebook (prologue) II jjk (m)

Pairing: Jungkook X oc (fem) – other members appear throughout

Rating:  M

Word: 6k

Genre: strangers-to-whatever, college!au, fratboy!jk, fuckgirl!oc, romance

Summary:  The first time Jungkook meets you, the infamous female Kim

Warnings:  Language, suggestive language, college-age drinking and partying, cigarette smoking

AN:  So, I couldn't let go of them. I had this scene in my mind since the moment I conceived this wild ride of a series, but I didn't know where to put it in the actual timeline of the story. It seemed better as its own entity, like 5.1. If you haven't read this fic yet, I would suggest starting at chapter which is linked below. But either way, it's up to you. No harm, no foul! I hope you enjoy because literally no one asked for this but me :)

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Jungkook knew he made the right decision. It took a lot of courage to convince his parents that transferring to this university would be better for him. Initially, his parents couldn’t comprehend why he’d risk his intelligence and financial security on a seemingly turbulent career in videography. But, when he scored a fat transfer student scholarship, they couldn’t object. All his life, Jungkook had been the apple of their eyes. He never gave them a hard time with school, behavior, or chores. He excelled at everything, so there was no reason to believe he wouldn’t do the same with a film career. He was a good boy.

Now, because Jungkook got more freedom at this university, he had more opportunity to express himself and loosen up. The business school he had previously attended stifled him, making him claustrophobic and uninterested in almost anything. At a big university, he could dabble into whatever without being bothered by his peers. He joined a filmmaking club, had more time to train at the gym, and even decided to join a fraternity.

The power Beta Tau Sigma had over the institution was noticeable since he stepped on campus. The frat did some considerable good by giving to local charities and had some fun events during orientation (including a dance performance and an obstacle course). But it was the rumors about their raggers that caught his eye. He liked to drink and party like anyone else his age, and if he wanted the real college experience, then he may as well go hard as he could. He was never one to back down from a challenge.

Hazing wasn’t as bad as he expected. Yes, it involved some public embarrassment, but he was a (very) talented singer so he didn’t mind singing Jason Derulo’s Savage Love in the middle of the quad. He could hold his alcohol pretty well, but yes, he did pull trigger more than once. He was confident enough in his looks that he wasn’t scared to pull up on some sorority rushees. He even slept with a couple. He was very clear from the get-go that he wasn’t looking for anything serious or long term, and there was appreciation for his candor. Also, they seemed to enjoy returning the favor.

Jungkook also found that he actually liked a lot of the fraternity brothers. He made friends with a fellow rushee, Jimin, who laughed a lot, enjoyed Attack on Titan, and could chug champagne like it was soda. Jimin was outgoing and kind, not afraid to act silly or mess around. It was easy to become friends with Jimin and truthfully (though he won’t boast), it’s easy to become friends with Jungkook. He particularly found a few of the already established members quite interesting, like the sunshine Brother, Hoseok. Not only was Hoseok one of the most happy-go-lucky members, he was also a member of BTS’ dance team. He welcomed Jungkook with open arms and nursed his hangovers.

But the most notable members of the house were three legacy family members: the Kims.

Jin, the eldest, was not only extremely handsome, but also very energetic and liked to pick fights with anyone in his way. He could eat three packages of ramen all to himself, but also cook a five star meal for the rushees. Even hungover, he was handsome and he knew it, regularly referring to himself as “Campus-Wide Handsome.” And the girls seemed to love his arrogance.

Then there was Namjoon, who was smart as Apollo. The guy’s range of interests varies from philosophy (his major) to music history to quantum physics. Jungkook didn’t need to be a genius to know that he was sitting beside one. Teachers knew it too, but he wasn’t just known for his brains amongst the academic staff. One time, when Jungkook accidentally entered a professor’s lounge where he heard a female Professor refer to Namjoon as an “Oral God.”

Then there was the last one, Taehyung. To say the least, the youngest Kim was weirdest. Good looks run in the family and he was definitely model-worthy with a sharp jawline and piercing eyes. He didn’t care about school but did well enough to get by. He did care about Overwatch, reading about the sexual feminist revolution, volunteering at the community garden, and rolling a cross joint. The kid was all over the place, and that included his sex life. In the past month, Jungkook had seen guys and girls walk in with Taehyung, sometimes at the same time, and no one ever batted an eye. Taehyung defined his sexuality as “if you’re fuckable, you’re fuckable.”

Respect.

It was easy to get along with the Kims and the rest of BTS. The carefree air that lingered around the house made the whole first month of college everything he wished it would be. The excitement only amplified when he got inducted officially with the rest of the rushees, and preparations for the initiation party raised everyone’s spirit on campus.

Jungkook readied himself in his dorm room. He decided on dark jeans and a black button up with his sleeves rolled up to show off his collection of tattoos. He looked at his hand and wondered when he would get the next one. Maybe he’ll meet someone tonight who can stick and poke. He wonders what kind of people will be there.

Like most of the initiates, Jungkook arrived early to help set up and pregame. He joined Jin pouring back shots like it was water (“you can really hold your alcohol, Jeon,” Jin laughs). He helped Joon set up his DJ set (“jeez, maybe I should go to the gym more,” Joon comments as he watches Jungkook lift speakers up with relative ease). He watches Tae roll literally 5 joints in preparation for the night. Jungkook wasn’t much of a smoker but he appreciated the art form. “You’re really good,” Jungkook comments as he shakes one of the closed joints.

Tae gives a boxy smile. “Practice makes perfect,” he smirks.

Jimin peers over Taehyung’s shoulder. “Yeah, but ___’s are still better.”

Taehyung looks at his former freshman roommate as if he had been stabbed in the back. “Are you blind?” He asks lethally, before sparking his joint.

“You can roll faster but ___ rolls better,” Jimin offers, keeping a diplomatic smile on his face.

“Please,” Taehyung scoffs after taking a hit and passing it to Jungkook. “She wishes.”

Jungkook was about to ask who they’re referring to, but the first hit of a joint always gets him. He’s still not much of a smoker, so his brain becomes fuzzy and forgets. But he’ll figure it out later.

After the joint, more people come into the house for the pregame. Jungkook joins in a few rounds of beer pong while Namjoon starts deejaying. After a few songs in, Namjoon groans in frustration.

“What happened?” Sana asks, Hoseok’s latest fling, after she hits island. Jungkook and Jimin groan because they were just winning.

“I’m missing an aux,” Namjoon sighs.

“Oh!” Sana says, before missing her next shot. “Call ___. I don’t think she’s left her apartment yet.”

Namjoon claps his hands before patting himself down for his phone. He pulls out his phone and turns the music down slightly. After just a few rings, he says, “Yo, ____. You still home..? Word, can you bring me an aux…? Yeah, yeah, I miscalculated… Dude, shut up. I made one mistake… over my dead body you’re the smarter one…. Don’t ruin the party because of your pride… okay, fine! Yeah, see you soon.”

“Difficult as ever?” Hoseok laughs, despite missing his shot.

“You know her,” Namjoon sighs.

Jungkook has now heard your name twice. It seems like everyone knows you but him. And curiosity makes the heart go stronger. He’s about to ask about your identity but Jimin calls for redemption and actually makes it. Victory removes you from Jungkook’s present consciousness as he shouts in glory, clapping his friend on the back. He’ll meet you later.

The party picks up in the next hour. Music blasts through the house, and people are committing age appropriate debauchery throughout the dance floor, hallways, and lawn. Jungkook is talking with Tae, Joon and Jimin at the kitchen island when he hears your name pop up again. “Oh, ___ hooked up with him,” Jimin notes.

Taehyung lets out a loud laugh. “Haha, so did I.”

Joon joins in the laughter. “Does she know?”

Tae shrugs, “but I can’t wait until I let her. She’ll be pissed.”

“Yeah,” Jimin agrees. “Isn’t that like one of her rules?”

Before Taehyung can confirm or deny, Jungkook asks, “Who’s ____?”

His three frat brothers stare at him intensely, a combination of shock and confusion splayed across their faces. “What?” Jungkook asks, feeling as if he committed a sin.

“You haven’t met ___ yet?” Namjoon asks, scratching his head.

“Doesn’t seem like it,” Jungkook shrugs.

“But she’s here a lot,” Jimin adds.

“Eh, not as much,” Taehyung objects. “She’s been holed up in her apartment, working on apps and trying to get a campus job. Think she just got one at the library.”

“She a friend of yours?” Jungkook asks.

“No, she’s my cousin,” Namjoon clarifies.

“Cousin?” Jungkook repeats with wide eyes. He then looks at Taehyung and then asks, “Yours too? There’s more of you at the school?”

“Sister,” Jimin corrects. “Tae’s sister.”

“You have a sister?” He asks loudly.

“Twin sister,” Taehyung clarifies with a wag of his eyebrows.

“Whoa,” Jungkook breathes. He’s not so sure why he’s surprised by this information but he thought he’d met all of the Kims. And now there is a female one, with possibly similar features to Taehyung. No one can deny that Taehyung is a good looking dude, but imagining him as a girl just seemed… strange.

“Can’t believe you haven’t met her yet,” Jimin laughs. “____ is a riot.”

“How so?”

Namjoon chuckles knowingly, “gotta see her to believe her. She’s just as much of a menace to society as Taehyung.”

“I’m a highly valued member to this campus,” Taehyung snaps with a glare. “I bring spontaneity to you lifeless heathens.”

“Let’s put it like this,” Jimin says. “If Taehyung is chaotic evil-“

“Chaotic neutral,” Taehyung interjects.

“Nah,” laughs Namjoon.

“- then ___ is lawful evil,” Jimin continues, ignoring his brothers interruptions.

“A menace nonetheless,” Namjoon laughs.

Taehyung sighs. “She could do so much more damage if she didn’t have a rulebook the size of our university handbook.”

Before Jungkook could even ask what that means, his inebriated concentration switches to focus on Jin’s loud voice overshadowing the EDM bass blasting throughout the house. “Make way! Coming through! We got a loser here!”

The crowd of people that loiter at the kitchen entrance move aside sloppily for the eldest Kim. Jungkook sees Jin’s head bob through before he sees that he’s pushing someone else by the shoulders through the herd. “Ugh, come on, Jin. I just got here!” A feminine voice whines.

“Silence! Keg stand!” Jin shouts.

Jin pops through with a girl in front of him. Jungkook doesn’t believe in love at first sight but he may be wrong. He feels like he’s been smacked in the face. He can’t help but stare. The girl has shiny hair tied in a bun at the top of her head, plump red lips, and sharp eyes and jawline. She also looks good as hell, wearing a dark bodysuit with a zipper that’s showing off ample cleavage. Even underneath the black jogger type pants, he can tell she’s fit in all the right spots. Jungkook even likes the earring you chose, silver dangly ones that accentuate the column of your neck. “Good god,” he breathes.

Jungkook is snapped out of his awe when the girl stops dead in her tracks, causing Jin to bounce off of her. She glares directly at Jungkook with piercing eyes. He can only blink.

“Are you just going to stand here while I get harassed?”

Jungkook points at himself but before anyone can say anything, Namjoon speaks.

“Did you play Rock Paper Scissors again?” He asks dryly, unfazed by the harsh tone.

“So?”

“Well, you walked yourself into that mistake,” Taehyung shrugs. “You always lose.”

She sticks your tongue out. “Some brother you are.”

Brother? Jungkook’s eyes exchange back and forth between Taehyung and you. This is the female Kim? Truthfully, it makes sense - you do give off the air of a fuckboy. It suits you better than the rest of them even.

Your eyes shift to Namjoon and say, “The aux is on your stand. I do so much good for this family, and I’m paid back in betrayal.”

“You’ll be fine,” Namjoon dismisses as he heads off back into the living room.

“All right, all right,” Jin urges as he places his hands back on your shoulders to shove you out the door. “Stop stalling, ___. Go to your punishment like a good girl.”

“Ew, never call me that again,” you grimace as you head out to the porch.

Jungkook can only watch as you go outside, following the sway of your hips and your proud chin. Despite being destined for alcohol poisoning, you go with pride and air of indifference. Jungkook always had a thing for the way girls walk away. One of his few weaknesses.

Taehyung watches as his new frat brother stares at you. If Taehyung had been a different brother, maybe a misogynistic one with a sister complex, he’d be disgusted or enraged by the way Jungkook looked at you. But truthfully, Taehyung is used to the way that men look at you. Trying to deny your outstanding Kim genes would be denying his own. And that would just be false.

And truthfully, Jungkook passed Taehyung’s vibe check off that bat. When he appeared at their booth during orientation week, Jungkook appeared with a shy smile and a sparkle in his eye. Despite Jungkook appearing to be big and bad with tattoos and slick wavy hair, the kid had an infectious laugh and seemed genuine. Their later interactions only proved Taehyung right -- the kid was cool. He was competitive without harboring serious rage, could pull off imitations flawlessly, and could make a mean pork belly dish. He was a trooper through initiation too - could handle the jokes and obscene antics the house put him through. It was hard not to like him.

Taehyung knew his twin well. You’d totally fall for someone like Jungkook, maybe even hard enough to obliterate the rulebook that not even Taehyung could understand.

Interesting…

“Hey, Jungkook,” Taehyung says, snapping Jungkook out his awe.

“What?” Jungkook asks, turning his head back to your twin.

“You dropped something,” Taehyung notifies him, looking to the empty ground.

Jungkook, in his inebriation, looks down and then looks back at Taehyung. “What’re you talking about?”

“Your dignity,” Tae smirks. “It’s right there.” He taps the ground with his foot. Jimin snickers in the background.

“Oh,” he murmurs awkwardly. “Sorry, Man. I just didn’t expect that to be your… sister.”

“I’m just fucking with you,” Taehyung chuckles, clapping Jungkook on the back for reassurance. “Ogle her all you want. She’s a Kim after all.”

Jungkook’s face twists with confusion. “Wait what?”

“Trust me, Bro,” Jimin smiles, nudging Taehyung in the side. “He does not care.”

Taehyung smiles diabolically, similar to that of the Joker. “I’d actually pay you twenty dollars if you manage to hook up with her.”

“Dude, what?” Jungkook asks, bewildered.

Taehyung gives him an appraising look. “Yeah, you’re totally her type. Bad boy on the outside, good boy on the inside. She loves that shit.”

This may be the strangest conversation Jungkook has ever experienced in his life. He’s never seen anyone try to pimp out their sister before. Kims really are born different. All he can do is shift in his stance.

“___ will eat you alive,” Jimin laughs wildly at the prospect. “You know what I said about lawful evil-”

Taehyung elbows Jimin in the side before he can go on. “Give it a go, Bro.”

Jungkook narrows his eyes at Taehyung. “This sounds like a scam.”

Your twin puts his hands up to prove his innocence. “No scam. My sister is her own woman. She can hook up with whomever she wants to, who am I to deny her of a golden boy?”

“You won’t try to deck me in the face if I try?” Jungkook asks skeptically.

Taehyung scoffs. “I’m a frat boy, not a caveman. Come back to the 21st century, Jeon.”

Before Jungkook can further question your twin, Jin pops his head through the kitchen window. “Yo, Jeon, get out here. I need you to help me lift my cousin for Keg Stand.”

“Destiny calls,” Taehyung smirks.

“Y’all are different,” Jungkook mutters under his breath before he heads out.

Once he’s far enough away from Jimin and Taehyung, the smaller frat brother leans in and says, “That’s kinda mean, Dude.”

“How so?”

“You know ___ won’t go for a BTS guy. Rule Number whatever. You ran him into an impossible bet.”

Taehyung shrugs. “We didn’t actually bet anything. And…I have faith in that one.”

Jimin raises his eyebrows. “What makes you say that?”

“Call it twin-telepathy.”

“___ didn’t even notice him.”

“Oh, she will,” smirks Taehyung. “She can’t help herself around guys like him. I’m over her self-imposed limitations. It’s boring.”

Outside, Jungkook moves through the quickly growing crowd to watch you headstand. People pull out their phones and holler your name to cheer you on. You wave and smile like the Queen of England.

“Come on, __!”

“Do it for the girls!”

“Put her in her place, Kim!” Someone shouts for Jin.

You point to the guy in the crowd. “Watch it, MJ. I’ll outrun you down Greek Row again.”

“I was on Molly! I got distracted.”

“Sounds like a loser,” you counter with an innocent shrug. Jungkook notices your performative innocence dwindle when he approaches you and the Keg stand. He notices the way that your eyes look him up and down. Maybe Taehyung was right.

“Jeon, meet my cousin, ___,” Jin says formally. “___ meet Jungkook. He’s the latest - ouch!”

You’re too interested in the boy in front of you to notice Jin rub his head with irritation. So interested that you don’t see Taehyung motioning for Jin to keep his mouth shut. Instead, you put your hand out to Jungkook. “___,” you smile.

Jungkook takes it and gives you a shake. “Jungkook. Nice to meet you.”

“Ah, I have heard about you.”

“Strange,” Jungkook says coyly with a tilt of his head. “I’m just hearing about you tonight.”

“All good things I hope.”

“I like to be my own judge of character.”

You smirk. “Well, I hope a Keg Stand will be enough to score high in your book.”

Jin watches the two of you flirt and grimaces at the sight. Unlike Taehyung, he’ll never get used to the sight of you flirting. You were the little cousin who used to make mudpies and spook him with scary stories during family camping trips. It was an odd sight to watch you flirt your way into nearly any man’s heart. “Okay, okay,” Jin interrupts. “Enough. You have to hold Keg until you’re sputtering.”

Any indication of sweetness leaves your face as you turn back to your eldest cousin. “Dude, I just got here,” you re-emphasize. “I like this outfit.”

“Fine. Let’s make a bet then.”

Your eyes light up. “Whatcha got in mind, Seokjin.”

“Bet you can’t hold it for 10 seconds.”

“Oof, bet,” you snort. Jungkook finds your confidence (and apparent alcohol tolerance) extremely adorable. He doesn’t doubt you; he just finds it amusing for someone to match Jin’s energy. “If I win, you have to go pantless the whole night.” The crowd (including Jungkook) laugh at the prospect.

“Back at ya,” Jin glares. His eyes hone in on Jungkook and says, “All right, muscle pig. Hoist her up.”

Jungkook looks down at you and asks, “You really doing this?”

“Hmmm, maybe you really haven’t heard a lot about me,” you tease with a wink. Jungkook feels his stomach clench at the sight of your pretty eyes, especially when you take the tub to your lips. “Just don’t drop me.”

She’s trouble, the angel on Jungkook’s shoulder notes.

She’s fun, the devil counters.

“I’d catch you” Jungkook winks back.

“All right, on three, Jeon,” Jin commands. “Someone is filming this, right? I gotta send it to your mom.”

“Leave her out of this!” You snap.

“THREE!” The crowd yells

“It’s payback for last year, Demon.”

“TWO!”

“Oh, never going to live that down,” you grumble before shoving the tube between your lips.

“ONE!”

Together, Jin and Jungkook lift you upside down. Jungkook hears you glug back the light beer with shut eyes and hands clutching the sides of the table until your knuckles go white. The crowd counts with anticipation. He’d seen other guys at Keg Stand throughout the night and it never brought it in this kind of crowd. But he decides that it must be because you’re the first girl tonight, or it’s because of the bet that stands between you and Jin. Or it’s just you. You Kims really are a different breed.

“EIGHT!” The crowd shouts.

“I’m not taking care of you tonight,” Namjoon shouts through the window.

“NINE!”

“Come on, Sis! I got twenty bucks on you!” Taehyung hollers.

“TEN!” The crowd shouts, clapping wildly. You don’t come down though.

“Fuck,” Jungkook exhales.

“Eleven?” A few people in the crowd say. Phone lights don’t die, and Jungkook can’t believe you’re still holding yourself up there.

“STOP BEING A SHOW OFF!” Jin shouts.

“TWELVE!” The crowd applauses before you tap Jin’s arm. Jungkook and Jin set you down at your request, and the crowd begins cheering for you. You wobble to stand up but put your hands up in victory. You let out an award worthy burp, deep and rumbling. Jungkook can’t help but laugh.

“Pants… off…” You grumble before you wipe your chin of excess beer.

Jin may be hot-headed but he’s a fair guy. This is what the crowd really hollers at, when he strips himself off his pants. He makes a whole show of it, causing people to whip out their phones again. He tosses the garments into the crowd and a few girls battle for it. While Jin steals the show, you lean against the railing of the porch and pull out a carton of cigarettes, Marlboro Reds.

Jungkook stands beside you. “All right, you got some serious respect points for that.”

You take the cigarette between your lips and smile lazily. “Yeah, anything to shut Jin up,” you nod. You offer him to take one but he shakes his head. “Ah, good for you.”

“Cowboy Killers.”

You let out a short laugh and a puff of smoke is produced from your lips. “I haven’t heard anyone refer to them as that before.”

“At least you don’t roll them,” Jungkook chuckles. “That would be some real backwoods shit right there.”

“Not that drunk yet. Give me another few beers and I’ll be stealing my brother’s stash.” You grimace at your own words. “Ugh, it’s a beer night, I guess.”

“Yeah, mixing is never worth it.”

“Never,” you agree as you ash the cig off the porch. You look at Jungkook appraisingly, the same way that Taehyung had look at him earlier. It was uncanny to see your similarity to him. You both had the same air of mystery and arrogance. It looked even better on you. “You new here? Haven’t seen you around before.”

“Yeah, I transferred in this year.”

“Aah, what do you study?”

“Planning on film studies.”

“Ooh, a filmmaker?”

“Yeah, that would be the plan.”

“Oh, very nice. Gotta ask, favorite movie?”

“The famous film major question.”

“Yeah, yeah, basic, I know.”

“La La Land is a favorite, good ending,” Jungkook nods as he leans against the porch with his arms crossed. “I also like anime movies. Your name is iconic.”

“An anime boy,” you say approvingly as you take another drag. “No wonder you're friends with my family.”

“You too?” Jungkook smirks.

“Naturally.”

“Got opinions on Attack On Titan?”

“Who doesn’t?”

Jungkook never expected to have a lengthy debate on the historical parallels of Attack On Titan at a fraternity party, but he was definitely not opposed. He watched the slow switch from you go from the “Cool Girl” to “Weeb” in a matter of minutes. He then saw the transition into student, where you reveal that you plan on majoring in Psychology, aiming to become a therapist like your uncle. He found it funny when you began to demonstrate basic psychological interpretations based on body language. There were many sides to you, not just the hot girl that got dragged through the party to get publicly shamed by her family.

“Yeah, okay, so I shake my leg,” Jungkook says as he finds two empty (but unused) solo cups. He fills them up to the brim and goes on, “doesn’t mean that I have anxiety or ADHD.”

You put your hands up to highlight your benevolence. “No shame in either. All the Kims could get a DSM-V diagnosis in a heartbeat.”

Jungkook chuckles as he passes you your cup of beer. “What’s yours?”

“Probably anxiety too,” you nod as you tap cups to cheers.

“It’s a gen z thing.”

“Definitely.”

“Okay,” Jungkook says as he leans back against the railing, but leaning in towards you. “What else does my body language say?”

You narrow your eyes and tap your fingers against the wood. “You want to fuck me.”

Jungkook’s eyebrows raise, partially out of shock and partially out of awe. “What’s my tell?” He asks curiously.

“Well,” you start as you take a step closer to him. Jungkook doesn’t step back, but does lean up. “You’re still talking to me about pop psychology at a frat party, your first one ever. And you could be talking to almost any other girl here, but instead you chose to stay here and get read by me.”

“Not afraid of a little psychoanalysis,” Jungkook shrugs. “It’s good to stay in touch.”

“And you keep stealing glances at my tits.”

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Jungkook tongues the inside of his cheek. “I’m trying to be respectful about it,” he explains. “Kind of hard to avoid when I have to look down at you.”

You smirk. “No need to blame it on height. I know what I’m wearing.”

“Ah, so maybe the reverse psychology is that you like being looked at…”

You give a nod of approval. “Not bad. It sounds like there is a but though.”

“But…” Jungkook says, elongating the T, “you’re cautious.”

You blink. At first Jungkook thinks he may have pushed a button. Trtuhfully, he is being a little bold with a girl he just met but you seem to be cool with the read. “Ooh, say more, Jeon.” Your voice is halfway between a tease and genuine curiosity. You may even be having fun.

Jungkook laughs, a little bit out of relief. “You mind if I touch you.”

“Consent approved.”

“Cool,” Jungkook nods. He gently taps to the zipper that stops midway on your chest. “That zipper could go much lower, but you stopped it right in the middle. Teasing, but not as much as you could be, which makes me think, cautious. You got limits, Kim.”

You begin to clap. “You pick up things fast.”

Jungkook takes a chug of his drink. “I’m bullshitting right now, but I’ll take the compliment.”

“You could do much worse.”

“So what kind of limits are we talking here?”

You scoff. “We all have limits.”

“Jimin called you lawful evil.”

You roll your eyes and laugh. “So, you have information prior to our body language exchange. That’s cheating. I take back my compliment.”

“Hey, I’m working with what I got here. This isn’t easy.”

“No, but it’s fun. What else you got, Jeon? Just based on us two right now. Not on any of the other bullshit the BTS guys have said.”

Danger, says the Angel on Jungkook’s shoulder.

Jungkook licks his lips, which have suddenly gone dry despite the copious amounts of liquid he consumed throughout the night. He looks at your eyes, which are very pretty. They’re intense, and he feels like he might fall into them if he leans in too much. Despite the look being familiar, on you, it feels much more powerful.

“You want to fuck me too,” Jungkook says. It’s not his usual boldness. He prefers to do things more subtlety, not wanting anyone to feel uncomfortable. But, you seem right in your comfort zone. Especially when a smile grows on your lips.

“Attaboy.”

“Can I have my compliment back now?”

Your eyebrows raise this time. “Is that all you want? A compliment.”

“I’m pretty sure ‘Words of Affirmation’ scored second on my love language test.”

You let out a bark of a laugh that almost makes you spit out your drink. Jungkook finds it truly entertaining (and endearing) the way you flip flop between flirt and a twelve year old boy. Once you’re done laughing, Jungkook makes the bold decision to reach out and wipe some of the beer off your chin. A new side of you makes an appearance, one that seems more docile and curious than before. It’s not quite flirtatious, but it’s definitely curious.

“Sorry,” Jungkook says before licking his thumb. “Don’t want you to smudge your lipstick.”

You pop your lips. The look is back, and so is the flirt. “I highly doubt that.”

Fun, the Devil reminds him.

Jungkook can’t help but smile like a twelve year old boy now. His cheekbones probably hurt from smiling this much, and his ears are probably turning bright red. He touches his own ears to feel the heat. You really are a Kim. “You’re trouble.”

“You haven’t seen half of it.”

“Making big promises out here, ___,” he murmurs before taking a sip of his beer.

You tilt your head to the woods. “I’d rock your shit right out there in the woods, if you want.”

His eyes go big. “The woods? Seriously?”

“Why not?”

“I mean, jeez, we’re in a house. We could do it on a bed.”

“Oh, live a little.”

“Live a little,” he repeats while laughing. “What if your family sees me fucking you? How would you feel about that?”

You shrug. “It’s not like they haven’t before.”

“Dude, what?”

“Not like that! Jeez, what kind of hentai are you into, Stepbrother.”

Jungkook lets out a loud laugh this time. Not just because it’s a funny joke, but because of the irony. You join in unknowingly, but he lets you in on the secret. “I mean, I guess that is true.”

Your face drops. “You fucked your step sister?”

“No, no, no,” Jungkook says quickly, but still high from his laughter. “I mean, well… I am kind of a step brother figure to you now.”

You blink slowly before looking at your drink. “I’m so confused. I’m not that drunk.”

“Well, I rushed into BTS. So, I guess by technicality, we can pull off this hentai sub-genre if you want.”

And suddenly, nothing seems so funny anymore. Jungkook sees something flash across your face. He doesn’t know what emotion it is - disgust, horror, or shock. Maybe it’s definitely a switch from the girl who just offered to fuck him in the woods. He feels so oddly out of place right now, and isn’t quite sure where he fucked up. Even the angel and the devil don’t know what to say.

“You’re one of the new initiates,” you say, almost as if it were obvious. “This night… is for you?”

“I mean, kind of. And some of the other guys, like Jimin.”

You rub your forehead. “I knew about Jimin. But I didn’t know about you.”

“I’m pretty drunk, but I wasn’t that confused until now,” Jungkook admits wearily. “Sorry, did I go too far-”

“No, no,” you say quickly, putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I was totally coming onto you.”

“Yeah, I thought we both were,” Jungkook agrees, relief washing over him. But it was replaced with just genuine confusion now. “But… now we’re speaking in the past tense.”

“Yes, we are,” you say softly as you remove your hand.

Jungkook looks up to the night sky, looking for some answers or clarity. He’ll honestly take whatever, and he gets courage. So, he looks down at you and says, “Not that you owe me an answer, but I gotta ask, what just happened?”

You sigh, letting your lips flutter. “You were pretty spot on when I said I have limits.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I may be a hoe, but I have rules.”

“Ah, lawful evil?”

You snort. “Yeah, the rules maintain my lawful evil alignment.”

“And one of them is…”

“Rule #7: I don’t fuck BTS boys.”

Jungkook blinks a few time, as if that would help him absorb the information. Once he’s done absorbing, he simply says, “You don’t fuck BTS boys.”

“Yup,” you nod. “It’s just kind of too close to home. I got my cousins and brother in your fraternity, and that’s just a little too close to home for me.” You pause before looking back up at him and say, “I am sorry.”

Jungkook rubs the back of his neck and shrugs, “Hey, we all have rules. No harm, no foul.”

“Thanks for understanding. It is a shame though. I really would’ve rocked your shit.”

“Hey, I’m just glad you found out now and I wasn’t some major regret to you. Shit, that’s the last thing I would’ve wanted.”

You laugh lightly at that and take a sip of beer. He won’t know until another year and a half but you do really find it a shame that he’s in the same fraternity as the rest of his family. Tonight, you wish it could’ve been different. But neither one of you know that the future works in your favor.

But until then…

“Wait hold up,” Jungkook says after slamming his cup down on the railing. It’s a loud sound that makes you worry that he may react harshly to your nonsense rules, like some guys have in the past. Not that you can’t handle your own problems, but this kid is jacked and could really cause a scene if he wanted. But you know you have Jin, Namjoon, and Taehyung in the house just in case this gets out of hand, so you just stay in front of him. You don’t run off like you normally would.

“Rule #7?” Jungkook repeats loudly. “There are 6 other rules?!”

Your mouth fumbles because this is not the reaction you expect. No other guy that you’ve rejected (on rulebook principles) have even thought to ask you about the others. So all you can do is laugh, because it seems like Jungkook is different. A completely different breed.

“There’s actually 15,” you chuckle

“15?!” Jungkook shouts, so that nearby drunkards startle at the sound. He doesn’t notice because he’s too shocked by your reply to even care. He runs a hand over his face and exhales a long puff of air. “Smoke another cig, ___. I got to to know. Lay them on me. I need to understand your psychology now.”

So, that’s what you do that night. You tell Jungkook the outline of your sacred fuckgirl text. He laughs in between questions and eventually, you two move on from there. You learn some more stuff about him, like his dog Bam and his car. You play a few rounds of pong and dance together, but far enough to not touch each other. Neither one of you refuse to tempt fate, but both of you decide that you become friends.

For now.

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banner by the beautiful @anna-muse​ 💘 

status: completed (total word count. 42k)

pairing ↠ park jimin x reader

genre ↠ best friends to lovers | college AU | angst, fluff, smut

18+ | series warnings: drinking, swearing, mature sexual content, Y/N gets mild anxiety attacks, lots of crying, mutual pining, slow burn, jealousy, brief violence, brief sexual harassment (not any of the main characters), explicit sexual content.

summary ↠ you didn’t mean to fall for your best friend, and you most definitely shouldn’t have slept with him.

(previously titled best friends)

chapters (repost in progress)

author note

↠ 1. love you inside out

↠ 2. slow down

↠ 3. into it (m)

4. right here

5. wicked games

6. friends (m)

7. one way or another

8. you are the reason

9. talk slow (m) final

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My country is on the verge of an emergency state. Our government has failed us. This is as dire a situation as it ever could be.

Look. I don't do much with my life. I write fics, some of you have read them and that's pretty much it. I spend my days with my head in the clouds because that's where I like to be.

But two days ago, my grandmother tested positive, had to be taken to hospital and the ambulance caught fire.

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✧ pairing; seokjin x reader ✧ genre; neighbour au, siren au, artist au, fluff, smut ✧ words; 15k ✧ rating; m ✧ warnings; explicit sexual content; oral (receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial/control, light choking, unprotected sex, creampie, marking/hickeys, minor siphoning of energy, pet names, uh I feel like there’s more but I suppose I’ll remember later! ✧ notes; happy birthday seokjin!!! also behold, my emerging coughchokingcough kink that is probably spawning thanks to a certain SOMEONES *narrows eyes at half the crack chat*

Your neighbour, as far as you knew, was mute. You weren’t sure what exactly had happened, but you figured that perhaps it contributed to the stunning works he created with paints and clay. You were curious, and that curiosity led you to grow closer – but perhaps, in growing closer and getting to know him, you were getting a little in over your head.

posted; 04.12.2018

gif source: @sweaterpawsjimin (I’ll link to the excact post in a rb)

It was with a sigh that you allowed your head to fall back with a soft thump against the headrest, the hum of your car’s engine fading as it cooled and drew to a halt. Now that the air-conditioner was off, it was quickly beginning to grow stuffy inside the cabin, yet still you remained in place a moment longer. You’d just finished a particularly long day at work and needed a few moments to collect yourself before you emerged from this safe little haven to face the world once more.

You loved your job, you really did, but some days… some days it was particularly draining. Childcare in itself was an oft underpaid industry, especially considering the hard work and hours required, but when the children were having a bad day, it usually didn’t mean well for you as staff either. There were a few children that attended the centre where you worked, endearing triplets with chocolate hair and big green eyes from a lovely wolf couple, and most of the time they spent the day attached to you by the hip. Today, however, the pups had arrived in a mood, and had retained it throughout the whole day—and when you were dealing with toddlers, that usually spelt trouble, and a lot of tears and tantrums. So after such a day, you were understandably exhausted, and had only managed to make it through your shift thanks to the promise of last night’s leftovers waiting for you in the fridge.

Chicken noodle soup, with rich flavouring and hearty chunks of meat… god, your mouth was watering just thinking about it.

Letting out another huff, you grasped your bag and eased open the car door; you didn’t bother attempting to hide the groan that escaped you since the basement floor of your apartment building was practically empty anyway. Even so, you weren’t a fan of the way the sound echoed.

You managed to take a few steps before the loud THUD of a car door shutting broke through the air, bouncing heavily off the concrete walls, and making you jump about five feet in the air from fright as it alerted you that you weren’t the only person down there like you thought. You were too startled to swear, whipping around with wide eyes only to falter and flush slightly as you caught sight of the basement’s only other current resident.

Kim Seokjin, the man who occupied the apartment right next to yours, was standing by the boot of his sleek black car in all his glory, perhaps a dozen or so bags settled at his feet. You caught the huff as it left his mouth, watching as he bent and began gathering bags in each hand. His dusty rose locks were tousled, similar to how you imagined they would be after a trip to the beach ruffled by the breeze, and his smooth, honeyed skin contrasted nicely with the thin, white material of his shirt as it stretched over his broad shoulders and back. A flush of heat washed over you as it usually did whenever you came within close proximity of him, knees wobbling slightly. You cursed this schoolgirl reaction as always, but couldn’t help it—not when he always looked so good and had such an air about him that drew you in so completely.

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