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" . . . I SEE MY REFLECTION in your eyes . . . "

brief, in which you're both graduating together starring, the honorable bsf2l (?) trope words, 1.5k tags/warnings, none! i got inspired from a reel, and here we are almost an hour later, so not proof read!! (which also explains the lack of a proper header but im just a girl <3) love diaries music rec, "reflections" — the neighborhood, "get you" — daniel caesar

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“you’re not wearing that tie, jeon! go put on the one mom bought.” you scramble around the house, feet thudding against the soft wooden floors— almost imitating your panicked state.

12.15 pm. and two more hours till you enter a new phase of life, graduate from college and move on.

shuffling through the drawers lined on your shared dorm with him, eyes darting to every possible corner, but in vain.

plopping down on the softness of his bed, you huff in exasperation, because this can’t be happening. 

not at the eleventh hour.

the sheets crinkle, slight rustle pronounced through the air-conditioned room, making you turn around to blabber even more complaints into his ears.

but those get swallowed into a whirl, fades away as your best friend, suitemate and something like a childhood partner in shenanigans? the one who you shared toys with begrudgingly at the constant nag of your respective parents and many things you couldn’t cohere at the moment.

really.

wholly out of the usual hoodie situation that didn’t seem to do justice to his dedicated hours at the gym, Jungkook is knelt down, clad in a midnight black tuxedo that you swear was non-existent in his list of clothes that enunciated his features better, in fact he’s never looked like this. the last time was probably on prom day, while another girl clung onto his arms throughout the evening, without letting go.

who would?

your analysis comes to an abrupt end, like those unfinished projects that lay, calm and quiet in Adobe Premiere Pro, because being film majors, it was inevitable.

however that’s not the point.

the matter of concern is how after looking like a character straight out of some rom-com, he sits next to you, adjusting his toe socks.

iron man toe socks.

“are you wearing those to a literal graduation party?” your query comes out, but it’s laced with a not so graceful laugh, a snort coming out after to just complete it.

“you’re not exactly being subtle, __.” unbeknownst to your inner battle, he looks up with slightly wide eyes screaming at you for offending the priceless possession.

“y’know what, i’ll personally buy you some real pair of socks because that,” you point to his feet from which a comical iron-man glared at you. “cannot even be categorized as one.” 

“i know, but this makes me feel at home, you wouldn’t understand a man’s pain.” he dramatically sighs, “if you don’t wanna be my date you could just say that.” those words came out gentler, and even though you knew it was a silly banter, his eyebrows contorting in contemplation defied your thoughts.

“you think i wouldn’t come with you for grad just because of a sock?” you tsk, trying to loosen up the atmosphere that held something unsaid, a little heavier.

but he remained quiet, adjusting the sleeves of the tux to his reflection in the mirror.

several minutes passed with a charged silence.

he was your day one. enrolling in film school wasn’t exactly what your family supported, but Jungkook whipped up an entire presentation— that spanned from your mindless doodles on the blank pages of his science textbook to a whole graphics scheme you created with nothing but cheap, free software and a dream— meeting up with the both of your parents to put forth a pros and cons list. he cleverly snuck in his similar wish of going to college with you, which will probably be the only fact that elevated the chances, landing you here. 

with Jungkook, about to be recognized as accomplished graduates, with impressive portfolios to name.

he knows you better.

best.

you move, finally, rounding the corner to get closer to the dressing table as Jungkook added a spritz of cologne to his neck, a few drops grazing your black silk, front slit dress laced with a floral assemblage at the cleavage.

now his scent was bound to stay for the rest of the evening.

but this time, you don’t complain.

instead, you extend your hands forward, that proudly clasped a red, furry box, golden letters engraved on the centre. 

“Dior?” he examines the box, voice still wrapped around with weight, slowly opening it.

“what the fuck, you found it!” he exclaims, forgetting about the feud, turning around immediately to scoop you in his arms, his hold.

bleu de chanel. on him, now on you too.

the cologne mixed with the heavenly combination of his body wash that you always tried to get your hands on, now sticks onto you. clings like it’s got tentacles, hooking in.

you sigh into his neck, that elicits visible goosebumps on his  skin, laughing lightly as his fingers lazily traces the slit of your dress.

two centimeters. hypothetically if his fingers linger a bit more, and move towards the right, it would be met with the smooth expanse of your exposed thigh.

nevertheless it remains on the silk, outlining the light pink flowers embroidered on them.

“you found this, so i’ll forgive you for insulting my socks.” he whispers into your ears, ever so carefully like he’ll break the moment, if anything.

“Kook?” you call out, his response almost instantly vibrating with a soft hum to your senses.

“you’re too obvious. i know you’d wanna wear the matching tie i disagreed on. isn’t that why you made such a fuss, hm?” you knew he could sense your understanding from the tone.

caught red handed.

Jungkook comes up, slyly grinning at you through his doe eyes, plump lips following suit.

“you were just too adamant on not wanting to match! why would i wear the one mom bought, if i already have another one” he justifies, but you just shake your head, hands folding at the chest.

“it’d look corny with your all black suit, i was just being considerate of your fashion, but if you don’t wanna be, sure.” you shrug, but he just comes behind, tightening the emory green tie, with bold flowers patched onto it, totally not aligning with his tuxedo.

his arms wrap around your shoulders, hands bringing the flimsy material of the tie forward, placing it on your chest, closer to the flowery lace right next to the neckline of your dress.

“the whole point of a date is to match, __.”

you just stare at his eyes through the mirror, and then at your reflection.

and just relax into his arms.

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“congrats, babyyyy!” jina, classmate and project partner, hugs you from the side, putting the nth garland around you, and pushing a gift onto your already filled hands as she struts, pulling Jungkook’s hand to get his attention.

he turned to one side, talking to your parents and clicking a few pictures of you little sister for her social media.

his focus shifts to you, and a smiley jina who just wanted her pictures taken, before meeting someone else.

“Kook! quick, she has to go.” you rush, his skin gleaming under the beaming May sun.

You pose, as he captures the moments on his ever-cherished camera, approving the shots with a thumbs-up.

“see you soon, girl” jina offers you a hug once again, and leaves in a flash to join the others.

“hey, __. look at me.” he adjusts the camera hanging on his shoulders, the backyard almost empty again, as everyone heads to the after party.

“we don’t have time, let’s go, come on.” you nudge on his hands, but he just

stays.

“i wanna take a photo.”

huh? you took 100s with him, worth all the storage your iCloud could stand.

he remains firm, tugging all the gifts and miscellaneous things from your hold, laying it safely on the grass behind.

this must be one of his antics, to just save time from socialising 

you give in anyway, setting your long brown locks to cascade behind your back, running down to your waist.

Jungkook seemed to fall back for a beat, staring at your figure before slowly bringing the camera to focus.

you expect a countdown to three maybe, conventional, the old style of “1,2,3 say cheese!”

basics of photography, 101.

“i love you.” he knocks you out of breath. 

three words, just not the ones you saw coming.

unexpected, unfiltered, pure confession.

nonetheless, you smile wide at the lenses of the Canon camera that flickered in front of your eyes. 

happier than ever.

you wish, that would’ve given him the answer he seeked for.

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BACK TO YOU ⋆ JJK

TEASER ; brief.

˖ ࿐ two souls, one storm to weather—need.

the yearning to turn on the tip of pointed heels, with much urgency, and go back into the same cycle that once made the both of your timbers shiver. resolve crackle.

he, who never wished to serve whatever you craved on a platter.

you, who knew how to bring him back every single time.

back to you.

OUT NOW.

category : ONESHOT/ TWO-SHOT word count : 5k+ [edits yet to be made] starring : drummer!jk, trust fund baby!oc tags/warnings : smut. dry humping [more will be specified in the fic], reader and jungkook are emotionally very wrecked individuals— oc more [lmao she's kind of an ass, but he's not any better], not quite friends with benefits (basically js benefits), oc is a rich spoilt brat who thinks she has the world at her feet. kook's in a band— jimin and hyunjin cameo. it's my drummer!jk fantasies that led to this. so he's a walking warning.

snippet wc : 164

You briefly look around the dingy room with dim lights and concrete walls, unpainted— fit to be a green room.

Fairly enough, it was an embarrassing accident you wouldn’t admit. The yacht was genuinely too sophisticated and you lost your way to the ladies’ room.

Coincidentally enough, you hear your favorite song being played live on the drums from a nearby room titled “Staff Only.” No one could stop you from entering anywhere around on the yacht your dad booked for the big day. 21st birthday bash. And you knew you had everyone wrapped around a pinky.

With him, though? You don’t know.

Don’t know why a look at his face, seconds ago screamed “Not today.” 

His smirk yelling at your senses to keep your power to yourself.

And his unfiltered comment at the beginning? Perfect starter. 

You, nonetheless, took pride in your ability to bring what you craved for, at your fucking feet. Only, this one would take a lot more solo effort.

Consider it done because— goddamn was he a man. Sleeveless tank-top hugging his miniature waist ever so tightly, projecting whatever toned muscle that hid beneath, tattoos twirling around his left arm.

Main course coming right up.