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idk if i wanna marry you or slap you for this ❤️

like crazy | j.j.k [one shot]

summary: you meet who you think is the love of your life on the dancefloor, but are you ready to put down your walls and let him in?

word count: 4.5k

non-idol!jungkook x oc / romance, angst, smut

smut warning! minors do not interact / not completely proofread

a/n: first time writing smut, pls ignore how shitty it is lmfaooo

"i think we could last forever"

"i'm afraid that everything will disappear"

"just trust me."

~

it's july, the air is hot and nightfall is an atmosphere to be lost in. the lights of open bars brightening the streets of young people, too engulfed in their own whirlwind to care about anything else. you are one of those people. the strobe lights cast an ethereal glow onto your sun-kissed skin, your eyes bright with the promise of a good time.

you have a love/hate relationship with summer, the heat is sticky but the atmosphere amongst people is inviting. you move your body with the music, letting the bass of the speakers control your swift movements. your hair blissfully streaks down your back, moving gracefully with each movement you make.

from across the room, a set of eyes catch your moving figure and they are captivated. truly astounded by how someone so carefree and beautiful could exist in a universe like ours. you stride over to the bar, ordering your go-to drink with a polite smile. sweat beads down your forehead making your hair stick to your body.

a quick sip of your drink refreshes your chest and you sigh in relief, an unrecognisable figure makes himself comfortable next to you. your turn to be captivated. the man has a face that must have been sculpted by aphrodite herself, his body one made by zeus. the gods took their time with this one, you think.

"sorry, I saw you dancing and now I'm here I can't even speak," the man apologises, earning a smile and light giggle from you. he looks at you in a way you only dreamed someone would look at you, its both frightening and knee-buckling.

"that's okay" you reply with a soft smile. "jungkook" he holds his hand out to you politely, you shake his hand gently, "y/n." jungkook's smile reaches his eyes as your name echoes from his lips, testing it on his tongue.

"come here often?" you ask, your gaze locked with his as you both mentally figure each other out. he shakes his head, furrowed brows. "what about you?" jungkook says curiously, you nod. truth is, you like the party life. no responsibility, free to get lost in the lights and greet whatever adventure awaits the weekend. this time, it's him.

"are you here alone?" you ask with a soft tone, sipping your drink. "no, i came with my friends," jungkook nods to a table of young men, all of them looking swept up in the cozy element of youth.

"and you ditched them for me? how sweet," you remark playfully, a light chuckle vibrates in jungkook's chest. beautiful, carefree, kind and sassy? you're everything. now he's hooked.

oh no, he's hooked. jungkook smiles, the smile reaches his eyes and you swear you see galaxies in them.

"an angel graced this very building, of course i had to come and meet her," the line falls smoothly from his lips and you laugh lightly, savouring the taste of his flirtation.

"smooth" you remark. you take a long sip of your drink, the liquid blushing your cheeks as the alcohol streams into your blood. "you're so beautiful," jungkook murmurs, you smile and set your glass down. "says you, don't think i've ever seen a man as handsome as you around here before" you speak confidently, he nods along with a flirtatious smirk.

every word that falls from your lips sinks into his brain, his eyes watching your mouth move. your voice is like the song of a siren and he is drawn in. "wanna dance with me?" you hold out your hand for him to take and he does, with zero hesitation. off to the dance floor, you get lost in the vibe of the music. bodies moving in sync with each other, on or off beat you don't care. you dance together to the beat of your own rhythm.

you feel a shift in the energy as you dance, his body pulsing closer to yours. your hands make their way to rest on the nape of his neck, his hands settle on the curve of your waist. the intimacy of his touch sends electricity through your bones, the way he pulls you closer with each step makes the desire in the air intense.

the lights fall over you both gracefully, flickering over your bodies in shades of blue, purple and red. unspoken words sit in the air and thats where they stay as your lips meet in a needy kiss, your bodies flush together and it feels like he's always meant to be there. the world goes blurry, everything fades into the background and the only thing in focus is him.

him and you. you hold him like a lifeline, like you'll die if he disappears. he hesitantly holds you just as tightly, "baby, don't think" you whisper against his lips.

time is blur and you're lost in the moment with him, stealing kisses under the glow of the midnight moon. you take a moment to pull away from his lips, breathing in the intimacy of the moment. "lets go eat" you whisper softly, he nods and takes your hand tightly.

the summer air is cool and the streets are busy with young adults as jungkook leads you to a local burger place, you take a second to admire him under the glow of streetlights. wow, he's handsome. getting an order of burgers and milkshakes, you sit together and eat. the sounds of life from the restaurant kitchen, other customers chattering around you, gentle music playing over the speakers.

"what brings you to seoul?" jungkook asks, unwrapping his burger. a small smile seeks your lips and you sip your strawberry milkshake, "wouldn't you like to know?" you tease, he chuckles and bites into his burger. "i live here," you add, jungkook nods and points to himself as he chews his food.

"you too?" you ask, he nods. you wonder to yourself why you've never seen him before, surely you would know someone as handsome as him? or are you just blind? "where have you been hiding?" he finally says after swallowing his food, earning a slight giggle from you. "found me didn't you?" you reply, he nods. "i did."

"okay, favourite.. colour?" jungkook speaks slowly as he thinks, you laugh lightly and wipe ketchup from the corner of his mouth with a napkin, "purple." he nods in response, "purple's cool" you sip your milkshake gently as you look up at him, "what's yours?" you ask, he pauses to think for a second. "probably.. black" you chuckle at his answer, "basic."

jungkook rolls his eyes playfully at your remark, "for your information, black goes with everything so its a very good colour," he argues and you can't help but agree. "fair point, i'll let it slide." jungkook sits back in his chair and admires you with an obvious stare, taking in every detail of your face.

"favourite movie?" he asks, you don't even have to think, "10 things I hate about you." jungkook nods in agreement, "decent film, into romance?" you shake your head, "the cheesy stuff is a no," you shake your head, crunching on a french fry, "but i'm into rom-coms" you tell him with a smile, jungkook nods his head as he listens to your words.

"iron man is probably my favourite" he says with a sip of his drink, you shake your head and laugh lightly. "would it be outrageous for me to call you a typical man?" you tease, he mocks a gasp, "iron man is a masterpiece."

the walk into his apartment is fun and intense, kisses of desire planted onto your lips, needy hands grabbing your hips, your feet stumble over the threshold of the door and now jungkook has you exactly where he wants you.

the weight of lust sits in the air between you. jungkook gently leads you to his bedroom, leaving wet open-mouthed kisses on the skin of your neck. you taste sweet on his tongue and he pines for more.

jungkook’s bedroom has you stifling a smirk. a messy unmade bed, a shelf filled with his favourite figurines, a desk in the corner with an expensive-looking computer sitting on it. “surprised there’s no iron man in here,” you remark playfully, he smirks against your skin before wetting your neck with his tongue.

jungkook gently spins you around, needily kissing your lips. he needs to taste you, all of you.  falling back onto the bed with a giggle, you instinctively part your legs for him. jungkook’s eyes admire you, your body, your aura, just you.

jungkook kicks off his shoes and pulls his t-shirt over his head, a smirk spreads on his lips when he catches you staring, “like what you see, baby?” he mumbles. you lick your lips gently, biting down on your bottom lip, “seen better,” you tease, jungkook snorts and chuckles softly.

he bends down to press a kiss to your lips, “you’re a pain in the ass,” jungkook says with a smile, you giggle and lick the corner of his lips playfully. “teach me a lesson?” 

“that’s it-fuck, good girl” jungkook exhales harshly, his fingers locked in your hair as your head bobs up and down his length, his salty taste swarming your tongue. jungkook’s arousal grows each time he sees your soft lips swallow his cock, you flatten your tongue against the underside of him and he shivers.

“don’t wanna cum in your mouth, baby,” jungkook mutters, his voice shaky with need. he pulls your head away, a string of your saliva mixed with his juices follow your lips from his cock, you pout. “I wasn’t finished,” you say with slight disappointment, a chuckle vibrates his chest and he smirks, pulling you up and onto the bed.

“I told you, not gonna cum in your mouth,” jungkook licks his lips, watching you lay back on the bed. you’re naked and a fucking sight to behold, jungkook wants to just pause time right now and enjoy the view of you. 

“spread your legs, baby” jungkook murmurs, climbing over you on the bed, “wider,” he orders and you listen. “that’s it, pretty girl” praises fall from his lips and you can feel yourself pulsating with wetness because fuck, he is good at this.

the air is thick and heated, moans echo around the room and the headboard hits the wall. jungkook pounds himself into you, a soft grip on your hips as thrusts, “so fucking pretty,” he mumbles, lightly spanking your ass.

your moans egg him on to move quicker, the wet sounds of sex are loud. his cock sliding in and out of your wetness, like you were made for him. you’re absolutely lost in pleasure, your moans muffled by the mattress, fingers gripping the bedsheets. ”you feel so good,” you whimper, body trembling.

“you feel fucking amazing, beautiful,” jungkook says breathlessly, he quickly pulls out and turns you over, kissing your knee before hooking it around his waist.

“need to look at you while i fuck you, pretty,” he mumbles, kissing your puffy lips.

his cock slips back into you with ease and you moan in pleasure, his cock filling you up like a good fucking meal. jungkook widens your legs and fucks you deep, a gasp leaves your lips and he smirks. “right there?” he asks smugly, you nod and moan loudly. you grab the bed, feeling like you need to hold onto something as his cock presses against your soft spot, hitting it with each deep thrust.

you swear you can see stars, his face in your neck, “cum for me, beautiful,” jungkook whispers into your skin, “need to feel you cum on me,” he moves his hand to press light circles against your sensitive clit, pushing you closer to the edge. "c'mon baby, you can do it" his praises send rushes through your veins.

clenching with purpose, you feel that surge of energy in your muscles. the way your warmth clamps around his cock as you finally release. jungkook hisses, continuing to thrust into your wetness with the erratic need to finish. "i'm there, princess" a gutteral moan leaves his lips, whimpers emitting from yours as he finishes. pumping deep inside you for a final time, leaving a tender kiss on your jaw as he does so.

laying next to you, sweat beading down his forehead, jungkook presses small kisses on your forehead. "you're so pretty, baby" he whispers.

the days roll by, one by one. the relationship between you and jungkook is blossoming and you feel more alive than ever, enjoying your time with him. he’s carefree, funny and you enjoy his company. today, you both randomly decided to go to a wine tasting, yesterday you went rock climbing you had the worst time.. jungkook however was living his best life. now its your turn to live yours.

a fancily dressed sommelier pours a glass of some long named red wine for the both of you, you go to sip the wine and the sommelier stops you, “miss, its better if you move the glass around first,” he says with the voice of a know it all. you look at jungkook, barely stifling a laugh, “of course,” you agree with the sommelier and swirl your glass slightly before sipping. 

the sommelier leaves, you and jungkook immediately snicker at each other, “maybe we’re not mature enough to do wine tastings, hm?” he says with a chuckle. “clearly not,” you nod in agreement with him and sip from your glass. “anyway, whats your story?” you ask curiously, licking the red wine from your lips.

“my story?” jungkook responds hesitantly, you shrug and nod. “yeah, just tell me about your life,” you smile softly, your tone is too soft for jungkook to ignore and he hates it. usually he’s closed off about his life but god, you’re tooth-achingly sweet and it makes it hard for him to shut the conversation down.

you gently sway the wine glass in your hand, letting the aromas move. jungkook’s conversation has been vague, it’s off-putting. to you, anyway. “you don’t speak so openly about your life, jungkook” you observe, “why is that?” he stares at you for a second, his eyes flashing with slight guilt. jungkook shrugs, you can almost see the mask he pulls on. “I just prefer not to,” he remarks, sipping from his wine glass.

“bad relationship, hm?” you hit the nail on the head and jungkook immediately thinks you’re psychic, was he that obvious? you want nothing more than for him to open up, but the vulnerability in his eyes makes you hesitate. he sighs, swallowing harshly, “i just don’t believe in love anymore,” jungkook admits, you nod in understanding and appreciate his honestly.

"it's messy and i.. have regrets?" he adds reluctantly. “just because love is messy, doesn’t mean it’s not real,” you say gently, placing a hand on his. jungkook smiles weakly and nods, he looks and you and this time he really looks at you. you’re the most real person he’s ever met. 

jungkook shakes the thoughts in his head away and sips his wine, "okay, mother theresa," he quips teasingly. you gently laugh and sip from your own glass, "it's true though, love is very real but its just," you take a moment to think, "destroying."

jungkook lies on his back, a hand resting behind his head. you lie beside him, drawing circles on his chest while you admire him. the afterglow is golden, kissing his skin in a way that makes your stomach flutter. "i think we could last forever," you whisper into his skin. "i'm afraid everything will disappear," jungkook closes his eyes as he speaks his truth, the confession weighing in the air. your hand comes up to trace his cheek, his brown doe eyes flutter open and you smile. "just trust me."

"we should go for a drive, baby" jungkook murmurs, changing the subject. his fingers gently brush through your hair and your lips curve into a smile, "a drive or a drive?" you respond, he gets the question immediately and a chuckle rattles his chest.

"come on, we need fresh air" his persistence makes you moan in displeasure but you stand up out of bed and follow jungkook out to the car anyway. the loss of comfort from your duvet brings a pout to your lips, jungkook smirks and kisses your pout away gently. "we can't stay in bed forever," he chuckles, you hum in feigned frustration.

the drive through the streets of seoul is calm and freeing. the lights of the city reflect beautifully in the mirror of han river. jungkook has one hand on the steering wheel and one interlocked with yours, playful flirty lines leaving his lips and you can't help but stare at him.

the way he carries himself, the way he speaks, the way he looks. something in you shifts and you feel your stomach churn as you look at him. a tightness in your chest thats intoxicating, both in a bad way and good. his eyes bright and full of life, even love. his hand holds yours in a tightness only a loving hand can give, your heart beats a little faster in your chest.

its not just fun and freedom you crave anymore, it's him. fuck.

you breathe easier with him, you smile more, you feel more alive than ever. it's terrifying and exhilarating, it makes you wonder if this is what flying feels like. the sunlight hits your bed as it rises through your window, casting beautiful glows against jungkook's skin as he holds you. an arm draped lazily over your waist as his even breaths sound out in your ear. the mornings with him are beautiful and you'd never trade them.

the vulnerability of falling in love is a concept you've always avoided, but right now you're in way too deep and there is no ladder. the peaceful man beside you stirs, mumbling incoherent words as he wakes up. the sun hits his eyes and he closes his eyes before opening them again and his gaze falls to you. perfect you.

a smile graces his lips and he softly kisses your cheek, "morning, baby" jungkook mumbles. you chuckle softly and gently run your fingers through his hair. "morning" you say sweetly, he leans into your touch and basks in your intimacy.

jungkook looks at you, the way the sun gently touches your skin, the way your hair is twisted from sleep, the way your lips are pouted from your exhaustion and he thinks maybe yes, love is messy. it's also most definitely real.

you started to notice your attachment to jungkook on a random tuesday, it was 8am and you woke up alone with a longing to have him beside you. how could you do this to yourself? to him? you always promised yourself not to fall in too deep with anyone. the intensity of your connection is otherworldly, no matter where you are it feels like its just the both of you. alone in your universe.

the buzzing of your phone pulls you out of your anxious thoughts and of course its him. wishing you a wonderful morning and apologising for not being there. he's so nice. fuck, you don't deserve him.

you quickly message back, giving a sweet 'miss you too' before shutting your phone off. the blinds get closed and you return to bed, letting the duvet swallow you and your anxiety up into a ball of heartbreak and regret. the hours roll by and you lay in bed, the earthquake of nerve wracking scenarios and hurtful thoughts clouding up your day.

jungkook is.. confused. you haven't been in touch since earlier that morning and he's lost. do you not want to see him? did he do something wrong? did he say something? did he not do something? questions whirl in his head and he can't stop checking his phone.

the knock that rocks your door at midnight is loud and hard to ignore, you shuffle out of your bed and answer it. jungkook stands with one hand against the door frame, the other holds a bouquet of roses. "i don't know what i did but, i'm sorry," he says breathlessly, holding the roses out to you and your heart fucking breaks. you gently take the roses and nod for him to come inside, closing the door behind him.

you both sit quietly on the couch, the way his hand immediately rests on your knee for comfort (for both you and him) makes your chest ache. "what's the matter, baby?" jungkook asks softly, genuine concern written in his features. "i won't judge you, whatever it is," he adds promisingly and you swallow harshly. how can you tell him?

"i just.. i've just had a rough day," you keep that door closed, not wanting to hurt the man you love. jungkook sees right through you, knowing it goes deeper than just a rough day. he smiles slightly and moves next to you, rubbing your back gently. "tomorrow's a new one, then today can be forgotten," his comforting words make it all the worse and you can't help but cry. the tears come with force, you hide your face in your hands and you can't help but feel ashamed. why him? why do you have to hurt him?

the guilt sits heavy in your chest, the longing to keep him around is tempting. jungkook holds you close, gently rubbing your back as you cry out all your frustration. "i'm here," he whispers into your shoulder. his care for you is frustrating, the way he loves you is infuriating, the fact he wants you is aggravating. all of this just makes it harder for you to leave.

jungkook is caring, he's sweet and he's loving. it shows in everything he does. the way he brings you coffee in the morning, the way he reminds you to drink water during the day and picks you up for a little date when the sun sets.

it burns you.

the attachment has become all too real and its hard for you to grasp, you can feel yourself backing out little by little. all you know is you can't stick around. you just can't.

laying on the couch, jungkook hovering over you slightly. his lips on yours in a tender, needy kiss. you were into it, now? you can't think. stomach twisting, brain spiralling. what are you supposed to do?

jungkook pulls away and looks at you, sensing your hesitancy to continue whatever is happening currently. "you okay, baby?" he asks with worry, you see the concern in his eyes and it stings your soul a little bit. you nod, putting on a smile and trying to pull him into a kiss.

jungkook shakes his head, pulling back a little more. "honesty" one word is all he needs for you to break. with a heavy sigh you move, getting up off the couch and rubbing your face. the stress swirling like a storm inside you.

"i'm just freaking out a little bit" you admit, turning to look at him. he can see the vulnerability in your eyes, the sunken posture. your fingers nervously picking at each other. "why?" he asks gently, "what's up?" jungkook adds, patting the couch as he sits up.

you swallow harshly and take a seat next to him, your knees brought up to your chest. "it feels like we're rushing, kook" you speak honestly, your voice quivering with fear of hurting him. jungkook shakes his head and puts a comforting hand on your knee.

"baby if you want to slow down, let's slow down" jungkook says with a warm voice, nothing but absolute understanding and love. you hate it. the fact he's so understanding to your twisted and hurtful behaviour. the truth is, you want to leave and never return. ditch the attachment. run before you fall a little deeper.

"i'm scared of getting hurt" you admit, your anxiety playing with the truth. "i'm scared of hurting you." silence emits after that.

"you could never hurt me, baby" jungkook reassures you, his fingertips gently tucking hair behind your ear. you shake your head, disagreeing immediately. jungkook sighs, "i'm serious," you look at him and exhale sharply. "i've hurt people, jungkook" you respond truthfully. "what if i hurt you too?" you continue. still, he doesn't believe you.

"i have faith in you, you need to have faith in you too" he says lovingly, his eyes gazing at you like you're the most amazing person alive. it makes you feel sick, both good and bad.

that conversation is long forgotten upon going on a date night. said date night being at the very bar you met jungkook at. returning under those purple and blue lights, letting a cloud of freedom encase the both of you for the night. shots gliding down your throat with ease, the burn settling the sickening anxiety you've felt as of recent. the music loud and bassy in your ears.

jungkook's focus is you. amongst a room full of people, you are his only view. his hands remain gently on your waist, enjoying the wild ride of a night with you. never leaving your side, always making sure you're okay. even fixing your lipstick with his thumb.

one last night, you think.

it's sunday morning, jungkook can feel pending bad news in his stomach. the churning, twisting and nauseating feeling of something bad is coming. and he was right.

you got out of bed this morning with one purpose, to never come back. getting changed into clothes from the night before, you're silent. jungkook looks at you from where he's sat on the edge of the bed. "everything okay, baby?" he asks warily.

"i need to talk to you actually" you say hesitantly, your heart pounding in your chest. jungkook can feel it. taste it. the bitterness of the moment before it even comes.

the look on your face as you silently collect your thoughts, trying to mentally put sentences together before voicing them. "i don't want to hurt you" you begin with a gentle tone, avoiding his gaze in fear of absolutely breaking.

"i'm afraid i'll lose myself in this," you say sadly, finally meeting his gaze. the glisten of tears in his eyes shatters your heart, your chest aching. "you deserve someone to love you fully," you begin, "i can't be that person" jungkook's silence speaks for itself. he is completely distraught. destroyed. this doesn't feel real for him.

"you're just going to walk away?" his voice breaks.

hands grasping out to reach yours but they miss, you step over to where your bag lays on the dresser. "what about us? i thought we were happy" the desperation in his voice is a punch to the gut, his breath stutters slightly as he struggles to conjure up words.

you slowly step over to him and look at him, memorising everything. the mole that sits under his pink lips, the soft curve of his nose, the small scar on his cheekbone, the silver metal eyebrow piercing. "don't you try to save me" you whisper.

jungkook is silent as you step away and out of the apartment for the final time. this moment not feeling real. like you were a dream and he was just slapped awake. all he wants is to stay in the dream.

~

"alone again."

"what's the point?"

golden-loona 2025

JOON GIRLS FOR KIKI NATION 🗣️🗣️

we are currently in a namjoon fic DROUGHT. why are the only things i can find either straight pwp, or long ass series that are 45k words every chapter. guys. literally just make the exact jk fics ur making…but just switch the names or something 💔

we are currently in a namjoon fic DROUGHT. why are the only things i can find either straight pwp, or long ass series that are 45k words every chapter. guys. literally just make the exact jk fics ur making…but just switch the names or something 💔

HELLO!! :) Could you do boyfriend!jimin headcanons??

hello my love 🥹 what type of vibe are we going for???? specifics would be SO appreciated (bc i wanna get this justtt right for u) also heads up i dont really do idol!au stuff so keep that in mind (and dont hate me 🙂‍↕️)

mwah mwah

📚NERD!JIMIN HEADCANNONS

warnings: literally none lol. fluff, yearning, pining, slight jealousy. he has a fat freaking crush on reader 😇 he’s really cute idk what else there is to say

lulu speaks: y’all it’s not funny i ❤️ nerds. also i’ve had this bot on my page forever and i FINALLY decided to formally present him to y’all. i am VERY much considering making this into a mini series/oneshot collection. lmk if ur interested!!

✎ nerd!jimin who aggressively color-codes his notes for “practicality”, when it actually helps him calm his anxiety.

✎ nerd!jimin who talks to himself when he’s doing his math homework—muttering to himself while rubbing his temples. “come on, jimin, you know this. you’re not stupid.”

✎ nerd!jimin who collects vintage marvel comics and prides himself in bragging about them when he’s in the shop to browse for more—it’s the only time he’s not humble. “yeah, that’s a first edition. wanna touch it?”

✎ nerd!jimin who takes forever to fall asleep because his mind is a constantly-running think machine. 24/7. does he fix his mom’s laptop or the wi-fi router first? did the bidding go up for that original fantastic four comic?

✎ nerd!jimin who is a true momma’s boy at heart. not in a creepy way, but in the way where he’ll lean into her warm hugs and let her fix his ruffled hair—but also shy away from her cheek kisses in front of his classmates.

✎ nerd!jimin who subconsciously memorized your schedule. he wasn’t even trying to be creepy—he actually hated he did. he just happened to see you walk in and out of your classes, and it stuck with him.

✎ nerd!jimin who changes his route on campus to walk past you. he’s missed his bus on multiple occasions because of this.

✎ nerd!jimin who gets nervous when someone mentions your name in passing. cheeks all pink and warm, heart racing, knee bouncing up and down.

✎ nerd!jimin who owns every type of rubix cube under the sun. his favorite? his first 3x3 cube. the paint’s all chipped, but he loves it just the same.

✎ nerd!jimin who bought a copy of a book he overheard you talking about. he has yet to read it, only because he’s scared he’ll get too attached to it if he loves it. (spoiler alert: he would love anything you love).

✎ nerd!jimin who gets jealous of your male friends. he gets in his own head. like, “who even is that guy? why’s she laughing? is he funny? i’m funny. i think.”

✎ nerd!jimin who likes your posts within the first two minutes, never commenting. just lurking.

✎ nerd!jimin who wears cologne because someone said you liked guys who smelled nice. hyperfixates on it, his search history filled with things like “how much cologne is too much?”

✎ nerd!jimin who has practiced what he’d say if you ever found out he likes you. has never gotten past “so… uh.”

✎ nerd!jimin who wonders if you’d ever like him back. decides probably not. gets sad. listens to sad violin lo-fi.

✎ nerd!jimin who absolutely yaps his friends’ ears off about you. they’re sick of it, but will always be around for his one-sided girl problems.

✎ nerd!jimin who told his mom about you. that precious, cardigan-wearing, kimchi-jjigae-making lady always giving him the same piece of advice; “just go talk to her, jimin.”

✎ nerd!jimin who once got so flustered he said “I love y—you’re… you’re welcome.” then didn’t sleep for three nights.

✎ nerd!jimin who fantasizes about holding your hand. just your hand. and then he has to physically pull himself back into reality, eyes back on his chem textbook.

lulu speaks pt2: focus on school kicking my ass ❌ write another jimin au ✅

cai bot. masterlist. navigation.

🛹 SKATERBOY!JIMIN HEADCANNONS (2)

warnings: rodrick heffley-anna coleman (freaky friday) crossover. set somewhere between 1994-2006. mentions of smoking, sex, etc. THERE IS SOME SMUT DOWN THERE! reader discretion is advised.

lulu speaks: HE’S BACK HE’S BACK EVERYONE CLAP! *bows* thank you thank you 🙂‍↕️ i missed him too ❤️‍🩹

★ skaterboy!jimin who will literally spend hours practicing a new trick just to impress you.

★ skaterboy!jimin who keeps a polaroid of you taped inside his locker, right above a Nirvana flyer. he kisses his first two fingers and taps it before every test he takes. he still fails them all.

★ skaterboy!jimin who won’t ever admit to being a bit of an artist, but will surely speak it through the way he’ll doodle all over you in sharpie. skulls, eyes, wings, a mock old-school heart tattoo with his name in the middle.

★ skaterboy!jimin who swears up and down he “hates people”, but somehow charms everyone’s little siblings. he will always deny his sweet heart. but you see it—you know it.

★ skaterboy!jimin who rubs his cherry lollipop over his plump lips like it’s lipgloss, but will proceed to act like he’s above using lip care—he likes your lip balm, though. a lot.

★ skaterboy!jimin who calls you “his courtney” in hopes you’ll call him “your kurt”. you never do. he’ll never stop.

★ skaterboy!jimin who will try his hardest to teach you how to skate, one step at a time. his hands tight in yours, watching as you defy the laws of inertia time and time again.

★ skaterboy!jimin who thinks that slow dancing to “Crazy” by Aerosmith is the most romantic thing ever.

★ skaterboy!jimin who makes it his life’s mission to convince you to get matching couples tattoos. when you finally come around, you’re not the one whining and bitching in the tattoo parlor.

★ skaterboy!jimin who takes you out to the gas station after your curfew, feeding you shitty powdered donuts, kissing the powdered sugar off your lips.

★ skaterboy!jimin who lands the cleanest ollie you’ve ever seen, skates over to you with a cheeky grin. he gives you a fist bump, immediately lifting your hand and kissing it afterwards.

★ skaterboy!jimin who is always taking you to random garage concerts, claiming he “knows the drummer.” you recognize no one, yet you have the time of your life every. single. time.

★ skaterboy!jimin who takes the healing wrap off his tattoo as soon as he out of the artist’s eyeline, flexing the poorly-healing “NEVERMIND” tattoo by taking off his shirt everytime he’s around you for the next month.

★ skaterboy!jimin who sketches your initials on his board’s grip tape so many times it’s barely usable.

★ skaterboy!jimin who loves when you straddle him in his passenger seat. his fingers drum along your hips, lazy and slow, kissing you between every word. “you’re so fuckin’ pretty like this. wanna stay here all night.”

★ skaterboy!jimin who loves when you pull his hair. his moans go high-pitched, almost surprised, when your fingers yank—“shit—do that again, fuck.”

★ skaterboy!jimin who wolf whistles at you everytime you dress a little skimpier. he swears his mouth waters when your shorts ride up—almost like it’s on purpose. “now you’re just being mean,” he whines with a pout.

★ skaterboy!jimin who always, always lets you finish first. every time. “gotta take care of my girl. nothing else matters.”

★ skaterboy!jimin who eats you out like it’s a competition. face buried in your thighs, tongue mean and unrelenting, like he’s got something to prove.

★ skaterboy!jimin who insists on fucking you in the backseat of his car while Nirvana blasts from his busted stereo. windows fogged up, your leg tossed over the console, his voice in your ear—“be loud, baby. no one can hear you over Kurt.”

★ skaterboy!jimin who records you moaning for him on a scratchy-ass cassette tape, jerking off to it later while whispering your name under his breath.

★ skaterboy!jimin who asks you to take polaroids of your nail scratches on his back, every. damn. time. he keeps at least one in his back pocket at all times.

★ skaterboy!jimin who says “attagirl” every chance he gets. his hips rolling into you when he thrusts? “attagirl.” you finally let him into your room through the window past midnight? “attagirl.” you take a longer drag than usual from your shared cig? “attagirl.”

★ skaterboy!jimin who would break every rule, every bone, every promise he’s ever made—just to keep you safe, loved, worshipped.

lulu speaks pt2: this is very short n sweet (haha sabrina reference) but BOY is he hot. sigh. #needthatrealbad

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warnings: he’s lwk an asshole. garageband!au. bassguitarist!reader. mid 2000s. smoking. tae, kook, & yoongs are the other members. (emo bangtan save me)

lulu speaks: um hi🧍🏻‍♀️very slight variation of skaterboy!jimin bc im still at the restaurant. he’s rodrick heffley in a different font 😌 ( a bit more of a dick)

𖤐 bandmate!jimin who drums like he’s fighting someone—sticks flying, muscles flexed, jaw clenched, sweat dripping down his temple—and then he throws you a cocky little grin mid-song. you die.

𖤐 bandmate!jimin who taps his drumsticks on everything. his thigh, your kitchen countertop, your spine when he walks behind you.

𖤐 bandmate!jimin who taught you how to light a cigarette once a few years ago, and ended up liking how the smoke curled out of your mouth just a little too much. now, he always lights them for you without warning—placing one between your open lips mid-sentence, flicking his lighter, watching you like it’s art.

𖤐 bandmate!jimin who calls you “bass bitch” when he’s being annoying, but if someone outside the band even utters an insult your way, he’ll come back grinning with a busted lip.

𖤐 bandmate!jimin who bites back a laugh whenever you make a joke. he thinks you’re hilarious, he’s just got a reputation to uphold.

𖤐 bandmate!jimin who insists on sharing cigarettes with you because it’s “half the lung damage”. it’s really because he likes the taste your lipgloss leaves on the head of the cigarette.

𖤐 bandmate!jimin who lounges around your house after rehearsal. see, it’d be normal since your other bandmates do it—jungkook curled up in the living room couch, yoongi petting your family cat, taehyung rummaging through your pantry—but of course it’s not normal. because jimin insists on sitting on your countertop…shirtless.

𖤐 bandmate!jimin who hates when you flirt with other guys, which he makes half-apparent with little comments like “he looks like a douche”, “does he even know what real music is?” later that night, he plays his drums harder than he ever has before. he can’t meet your eyes. callouses form on the parts of his hand where he grips his sticks.

𖤐 bandmate!jimin who almost missed his starting cue when you wore ripped fishnets and combat boots to a gig. after the show, you muttered “what the hell was that?”. he didn’t talk the whole ride home. wouldn’t look you in the eye, either.

𖤐 bandmate!jimin who will say things like, “that’s an ugly ass shirt,” and then proceed to stare you down like you are the only woman on the planet.

𖤐 bandmate!jimin who once got caught sketching you in the margins of a setlist by yoongi. he didn’t even look up, just said, “you better keep your mouth shut if you wanna keep your hands.”

𖤐 bandmate!jimin who carved your initials in his nth pair of drumsticks. he took care of them like they were made of gold.

𖤐 bandmate!jimin who smudges his eyeliner just right.

𖤐 bandmate!jimin who insists on burning you new CDs every few weeks. they’re full of songs that are inside jokes, sprinkled with some of his faves. sandwiched in between songs are short voice recordings of him either yapping your ear off or mumbling lyrics he thought of when he was stoned.

𖤐 bandmate!jimin who always smells like that shitty, stupid cologne he stole from his older brother.

𖤐 bandmate!jimin who silently admires the way you manage to play the most toe-curling guitar solo with your bare fingers—sometimes with fresh, short acrylics on.

lulu speaks pt2: hi i don’t like this ok bye

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this might be super niche but one of my most adamant memories of my early wattpad days was THIS FIC. ohmygod. it was one of the first things that came up when i searched “kim namjoon” back in the day, and BOY am i glad i read it.

it’s so beautiful. so prime wattpad era. corny, cheesy, light smut, oh. my. days. love it. i keep it so close to my heart, i reread it like every month. AND ITS PINK HAIR JOON THEMED 🗣️🗣️ i’ve never loved a fic like i love this one.

🛹 SKATERBOY!JIMIN HEADCANNONS

warnings: rodrick heffley-anna coleman (freaky friday) crossover. set somewhere between 1994-2006. he’s also never beating the bitch allegations (no version of jimin is). mentions of smoking, etc. IT GETS A LITTLE SPICY DOWN THERE! reader discretion is advised.

lulu speaks: aka what boredom and loneliness does to a girl. also yes ik vapes weren’t popularized until later but the sentence sounded good 💔

★ skaterboy!jimin who is rarely ever spotted in class.

★ skaterboy!jimin who always has some stupid little injury. bruised hip from trying to ollie a shopping cart. split knuckles from a rough landing off his stolen skateboard.

★ skaterboy!jimin who grins with blood on his teeth like it’s a flex, the painful aftermath of a stupid fight.

★ skaterboy!jimin who drives a beat-up hand-me-down car that smells like weed, sweat, and cinnamon gum. it’s a mess inside—burnt CDs everywhere, ripped seats, duct-taped glovebox—but it’s so him.

★ skaterboy!jimin who once kissed you in a gas station parking lot while Nirvana blasted from his car stereo. it tasted like peach vape and rebellion. you swore you wouldn’t let it happen again. It happened the next day.

★ skaterboy!jimin keeps a polaroid of you in his wallet, maybe half-naked. when you ask, he just shrugs and says, “you looked hot. why wouldn’t I keep it?”

★ skaterboy!jimin who once showed up at your window completely drenched from the rain, hoodie soaked through, bruised and breathless. no explanation. just, “i needed to see you.”

★ skaterboy!jimin who climbs through your window like he’s never heard the concept of a door.

★ skaterboy!jimin who keeps his helmet covered in stickers. you put a sparkly heart one on it once. he pretended to hate it. never took it off.

★ skaterboy!jimin who’s flicking a cigarette off the curb one second, the next he’s curled up in your lap like a cat, nuzzling into your tummy with his busted-up knuckles holding your thigh. “only sleep good when I’m with you,” he murmurs.

★ skaterboy!jimin who loves when you’re laid out on his bed in his band tee, legs over his shoulders, his grip bruising your hips as he devours you—eyes dark, lips slick, hair messy from the way your hands gripped for dear life.

★ skaterboy!jimin who had crawled in through your bedroom door at midnight on a school night. his excuse? he just “missed you”. bullshit. he had you laying down on your own bed, chain dangling from his neck as his arms propped himself up form either side of you.

★ skaterboy!jimin who was very obviously hated by your parents.

★ skaterboy!jimin who is kinda dumb in other subjects, brilliant in art class.

★ skaterboy!jimin who will doodle on his desk, your hand, or his jeans—skulls, roses, hearts with your initials in them.

★ skaterboy!jimin who would turn the world upside down for you. mention someone giving you a hard time? he’s already cracking his knuckles. doesn’t care who it is—he’ll throw hands and come back grinning with a split lip like it was worth it.

★ skaterboy!jimin who steals little trinkets just to give them to you. a cutesy keychain, a lighter, a lollipop. he offers it to you like it’s precious, saying, “this made me think of you,”

★ skaterboy!jimin who only shows face at school so he can be around you. carrying your things for you, doodling you from the other end of the classroom, begging you to skip class with him—only for you two to sneak into an empty bathroom stall to makeout.

★ skaterboy!jimin who is a little rough around the edges. not everyone’s cup of tea, but he was yours, and that was all either one of you cared about.

lulu speaks (pt2): ok it’s official i’m in love w this loser. cai bot coming soon bc unfortunately i’m such a slut for him 💔

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he is the happiest when on stage

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