🛟 LIFEGUARD!JUNGKOOK HEADCANNONS

🫟 SCENEKID!JUNGKOOK HEADCANNONS

warnings: himbo energy. likely a very innacurate depiction of scene kids. set somewhere between 2007-2012. he’s kind of a loser. in a hot good way.

lulu speaks: I LOVE HIM SO BAD YOU DONT UNDERSTAND.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who walks into class late everyday, blasting asking alexandria loud enough that you can hear it clearly through his headphones.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who hangs out in the back of spencer’s with his friends and points out every inappropriate item like he’s so brave.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who doesn’t flirt. he just zones out and stares at you with his chin propped up in his hand like an actual idiot.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who uses corny typing quirks like mixing capital letters with lowercase letters in a sentence that ABSOLUTELY does not need to be as dramatic as he makes sound.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who buys EXCLUSIVELY fruit flavored vapes. no exceptions. except maybe a cotton candy one if he’s feeling expiremental.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who is probably the biggest gyopo you’ll ever encounter in your life.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who sits at the back of the cafeteria with his friends, eating some red 40-filled bullshit while trying (and failing) to gawk at you without garnering their attention.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who has a gif of zim and gir kissing in the corner of his myspace page.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who posts grainy, horrible quality pictures of himself baring his teeth and captioning it with soemthing corny like, “TEEF >:3”

✶ scenekid!jungkook who wears his green-striped zip up hoodie and tight black skinny jeans to the mall, sipping on a coke while giggling like a 10 year old about the “i ♥︎ boobies” bracelet in zumiez. he then buys it and does a shit job at hiding it from his mom.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who gets detention for blowing a suspicious, sweetly scented white cloud from his mouth behind his textbook, which was propped up to conveniently hide his whole face from his teacher. yes, it was his watermelon pen. he calls it “a free air freshener”. the school calls it a safety hazard.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who has a real lip ring, but says it’s fake around his mom (she still has no clue he got it done).

✶ scenekid!jungkook who poses for pictures by pouting and mimicking a fake tear by dragging his finger down his face.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who has NO type. scene girl? he’s down bad. emo girl? would die for her. goth girl? oh, he’s barking. popular girl? foaming at the mouth. he just loves women. period.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who gives the jocks and preppy guys death stares when he’s walking down the hallway. he’s silent with his hatred, but NOT subtle. not in the slightest.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who always keeps his ipod clipped on his hoodie pocket.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who sharpie tattoos himself all over. any skin that’s not clothed is getting covered in tiny, senseless doodles. his mom tells him he’ll get ink poisoning. he rolls his eyes when he scrubs it off.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who once got called “kinda hot in a weird way” by a popular girl. he got hard.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who would go on a multiple hour-long tangent about monster flavors if you’d let him. and BOY does he want to.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who accidentally walks into walls, doors, and windows because he’s too busy flipping through the songs on his playlist to find one that matches his exact mood.

lulu speaks pt2: SAW THIS BOY AT THE MALL LAST WEEK, GOT THE KIND OF LOOK TO MAKE ME FREAK . THAT LONG ASS HAIR WITH THE TIGHTEST JEANS, MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE ON HIS TEE. HE LOOKED SO SICK LIKE HE WAS DYING, IF I SAID HE WASN’T HOT THEN I’D BE LYING. PLEASE, HANDSOME, DONT BE COY, COME ON, FUCK ME, EMO BOY 🗣️🗣️🗣️

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🥁BANDMATE!JIMIN HEADCANNONS

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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🛹 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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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."

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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?"

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📚 NERD!JIMIN HEADCANNONS (2)

warnings: literally non lol. fluff, yearning, pining, slight jealousy and angst if you squint and cover your eyes. he has a PHHHHAAAATTTTTT crush on reader. cutie pie.

lulu speaks: i recommend you read PART 1 before continuing. highly recommended, not 100% necessary.

✎ nerd!jimin who doodles tiny marvel logos in the margins of his notes and once drew your name in comic sans.

✎ nerd!jimin who acts like he doesn’t know how to share a word document, just so you lean over and touch his computer. he’s an honor roll student. he knows how to share a word document.

✎ nerd!jimin who is so unfortunately obvious with his crush on you that professors give him cheeky little side eyes when you interact with him.

✎ nerd!jimin who carries a mini glasses cleaning kit in a tiny pouch. there’s a spray bottle of cleaner and two different microfiber cloths.

✎ nerd!jimin who runs a reddit account where he corrects marvel lore inaccuracies but logs out in shame every time he gets upvoted.

✎ nerd!jimin who said “you look really pret— uh— prepared! f-for class. your notes! are nice.” and then didn’t speak again for two days.

✎ nerd!jimin who knows your laugh by heart. not just the sound—but the types. your real laugh. your fake laugh. your giggle when you're trying not to laugh in class. he could give a TED talk about it.

✎ nerd!jimin who once walked past your classroom while you were giving a presentation and literally backed up to stand by the door so he could listen in. heart pounding. smiling like an idiot every time you made a joke.

✎ nerd!jimin who prays you’ll ask him for help in class. he wants to explain the quadratic formula to you. he wants you to say “you’re so smart, jimin.” he’d black out if you did.

✎ nerd!jimin who saw his first marvel movie in theaters at age 10 and it literally altered his brain chemistry. he walked out thinking he was iron man. his mom had to drag him away from the cardboard standee.

✎ nerd!jimin who secretly fantasizes about watching every marvel movie with you in chronological order. on his couch. a blanket, snacks, you asking him questions everytime a new face appears on the screen. him explaining the lore. you leaning on his shoulder during thor: love and thunder.

✎ nerd!jimin who literally forgets how to breathe when you’re near. he has to manually inhale. “okay, jimin. inhale. now smile. no, not like a serial killer. relax. look cool.”

✎ nerd!jimin who gets stupidly jealous way too often. he bites the inside of his cheek and taps his pencil like he’s trying to stab the table. his jealousy doesn’t look explosive—it looks like fidgeting, clenched fists, murmuring “whatever, he’s not even that funny.”

✎ nerd!jimin who gets caught staring at you and does that abnoxiously awkward thing where he looks away too fast and pretends to read. it’s actually a sticky note he wrote to himself that says, “finish chem hw dumbass.”

✎ nerd!jimin who bumps into you in the hallway and apologizes nine times before realizing it was barely a graze. “sorry! i wasn’t looking. my fault. are you okay? i didn’t—okay. sorry. i’ll just—okay. sorry.”

✎ nerd!jimin who organizes his closet by color, category, and season. all his socks are folded into perfect little cubes.

✎ nerd!jimin who fidgets constantly. with his pen, his sleeves, the drawstring of his hoodie. if he’s concentrating, he’ll chew the inside of his cheek or bounce his leg so hard the table shakes.

✎ nerd!jimin who gets the hiccups when he’s nervous. you smile at him for too long? hic. you sit next to him during a lecture? hic. he wants to cry and crawl into his backpack.

✎ nerd!jimin who thinks loving you must be some kind of secret superpower. something he was cursed or blessed with. something that makes every day a little harder—and a lot better.

lulu speaks pt2: hi 👋🏼👋🏼 nobody asked for this but I wanted this to happen. and you can’t stop me. nobody can. never. NEVERRRRR MWAHAHAHAHAHA

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why’d i think he was billie eilish at first gn

he is the happiest when on stage

📔 CLASSPRESIDENT!JIMIN HEADCANNONS

warnings: classpresident!jimin x brainsandbrawns!reader. he’s basically a smarter & bitchier tristan dugray. private school au. long time rivals with tension. power couple who isn’t a couple yet but SO should be. rich boy with a pride problem.

lulu speaks: he’s hot i want him BHADDD

✎ classpresident!jimin whose parents are part of the school board, and are the main funders of the school.

✎ classpresident!jimin who ran for class president and won by a landslide. it was mostly because his peers are scared to death of him, and because nobody else even bothered to run against him.

✎ classpresident!jimin who finishes physics tests 20 minutes early and leaves students feeling like idiots just for glancing at their calculator.

✎ classpresident!jimin who will give you detention for being late and then walk you to class himself, smirking the entire time down.

✎ classpresident!jimin who pulls your chair out and holds the door for you, but not for anyone else. ever. if someone points it out, he brushes it off with, “she’s too high-maintenance to be trusted with a door.”

✎ classpresident!jimin who shoots anyone who makes you laugh death stares, but only because he knows he’s never even been close to doing that—and he’ll likely never be.

✎ classpresident!jimin who absolutely sabotages anyone who tries to date you. he grades them harshly on their assignments because he’s a TA, tells teachers they were talking during a fire drill, spreads rumors that could ruin careers, all while you are blissfully unaware.

✎ classpresident!jimin who pretends he doesn’t remember your valentine’s day kiss from 4th grade. (it was a dare. it lasted a second. you definetly forgot about it by now, right???)

✎ classpresident!jimin who pulled strings with the professor to switch out your chem partner because he was too flirty.

✎ classpresident!jimin who remembers how his face used to get all red and his hands used to get all sweaty when he had to sit next to you in 2nd grade.

✎ classpresident!jimin who tried to actually flirt exactly once—you laughed in his face. he played it off, but he actually went home and screamed into his pillow.

✎ classpresident!jimin who has literally NEVER interrupted you when you’re speaking in class. not once. even if you’re wrong, even if he’s dying to correct you. he waits, because you’re the only person he respects at that level.

✎ classpresident!jimin who replies with “make me” evrey time you tell him to shut up.

✎ classpresident!jimin who 100% knows the way you smell. the actual name of your perfume—he looked it up. and now, when he catches whiffs of it in public, his head whips around like a dog hearing a toy jingle.

✎ classpresident!jimin who is in love with you—no matter what he says or how he rolls his eyes. painfully, hopelessly, endlessly in love with you, and he’ll take it to his grave…unless you find out.

lulu speaks pt2: when i found this picture of jimin i was half asleep and literally didn’t know if i was hallucinating or not. i wasn’t!! it’s real 💆🏻‍♀️

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jungkook what d'you mean you engaged once?! whats THAT about 😭😭😭

oh PLEASE that man has definetly dabbled in the milf scene. maybe even multiple times.

he didn’t like it tho trust (there was one mom…whew. he doesn’t like talking about it . 10/10 he’d do it again, but he’d never say that out loud).