fate
Summary: You and your tattoo ex Jeon Jungkook have been broken up for the past 2 years. But what happens he enters your life again when you just have gotten over him?
Pairing: jungkook x reader, reader x jimin
Genre: angsty af, tattoo artist Jungkook, eventual smut (?), break up!au
words: 4.8k
“_______?”
Your head felt like it weighed a tonne. Your vision was now able to make out your ex-boyfriend’s hands wrapped around the neck and jaw of a girl. His eyes were wide like he was a deer caught in headlights. In your drunken state, you couldn’t say a word. After two years of not seeing each you, you find him eating the face of a random girl. You firmly believed you were about to blackout.
“Sorry.”
That was the only thing that came out of your mouth before you turned and shut the door. You were filled with embarrassment and stupidity as you ran down the stairs. You could have sworn you heard Jimin shout out your name but you knew he wouldn’t make the situation any better. You marched over to the front door and swung it open. The cold air hit your legs and you immediately noticed the throbbing headache you had.
You pulled out your phone, you were searching through your contacts for a taxi company. As you held your phone up to your ear, you heard the front door open and close again. The sound of footsteps coming towards you.
“______, please just wait!”
Your intoxicated body could only shake your head and slur a dragged out no. You didn’t even want to look at him. His feet finally caught up to you. He stood in front you, blocking your way to the main street.
“Where are you going to go?”
He asked with worry and annoyance in his tone. You pushed his shoulder with all the strength you could muster to make him move but he barely budged.
“I am heading home!”
You walked around him. Unfortunately, your legs seemed to not be working correctly as you tripped and nearly fell over on the ground. His hand stretched out and seized your arm in order to steady your balance. While it was a considerate gesture, you were not in the right state of mind to appreciate it.
“Get off me”
You snapped pulling your hand away from him. He ignored your temper and proceeded to grab your other arm.
“You can’t just expect me to let you go home like this?”
“Leave me alone, Jungkook.”
As you tempted to straighten yourself up, a taxi was passing by. Jungkook stuck his hand out and waved it over. He tossed your arm out his shoulder and essentially carried you towards the cab. He opened the door of the car and gently as he could, placed you in the seat.
When he got in and shut the door, he turned his whole body to you. He asked for your address. The only image that popped into your head was Jimin. You just replied with a groan and buried your head into your knees. He repeated himself again, noting how pissed the taxi driver was becoming. Again, you still gave me useless groans and moans. In defeat, he gave the driver his own address.
The whole ride, you moaned about useless stuff that Jungkook could barely make out. He was silently praying that you wouldn’t throw up until you got to his house or else he would have to give the cab driver a generous tip. His hand crept up to rub your back, hoping to might ease your drunkenness. This is were Jungkook would take in your appearance, only if you weren’t so drunk. He wanted to see how much you’ve changed since you two last talked.
The taxi pulled up to Jungkook's apartment. He paid the man along with a decent tip, thanking him. Jungkook shook you to let you know that the ride was over. You didn’t budge and your head continued to throb. Jungkook gave up thinking that you could walk. He hoisted you out of the car and lifted you bridal style. When he finally got into the apartment, after struggling to get the keys out of his pocket and still be able to support your head, you began to stir back to consciousness. You lifted your head to look at Jungkook.
“Jungkook?”
He looked down at you. You were able to take in his features on his face. He hadn’t changed at all besides a couple more piercings on his ear. Your drunken state caused you to touch the metal attached to his ears, pulling them gently. Jungkook just laughed and shook his head.
“You haven’t changed at all _______.”
He whispered as if it was just to himself. He walked to his bedroom still carrying you. When he was inside it, he laid you on the bed. When your body sank into the bed, your muscles immediately relaxed. A wave of tiredness hit you. Jungkook placed the covers over you. He remembered you always wanted water before going to bed. You said it helped with a hangover though Jungkook knew it never worked.
He turned to walk away but your hand on his wrist stopped him. You had your eyes shut up you were still conscious.
“Are you not going to stay with me in bed?”
You giggled to yourself. The alcohol still hadn’t left your bloodstream. Jungkook took your grip off his arm.
“You’re drunk _____.”
He walked away. Before he could leave the room, you stuttered out one last thing.
“Missed you.”
Jungkook took another gaze back at you. His heart sunk faintly hearing you say that. He left and filled a glass with water. However, by the time he came back you were blackout, soft exhales leaving your mouth. Silence filled Jung kook’s house. He placed the covers up over your shoulders to keep you warm.
“Missed you too.”
The sound of the morning traffic outside caused you to wake you from your slumber. Your skull throbbed and your mouth was dry as sand. The water by the bedside caught your eye and you immediately threw it down your throat. As you laid on the bed, you suddenly realised that this wasn’t your room. Your heart rate spiked as you looked around the room for clues to where you were. Visions of last night flashed through your mind. You were in Jungkook’s room. You were in Jungkook’s bed. You groaned and buried your face in the pillow. Your nose caught the scent of Jungkook’s cologne. It was still the same as you remember it.
You heard the door open and a damp Jungkook stepped into the room. He must have just got out of the shower. A towel was wrapped around his hips and his long hair was wet. He noticed you were awake and immediately beamed at you.
“Morning _______.”
Maybe you were still dreaming. You sat up on the bed, making note you were still wearing the same outfit from last night. You strutted a hey to him. An awkward silence filled the room as you didn’t know what to say and Jungkook was searching for clothes to wear. Before you would you stop yourself, the question fell off your lips.
“Did we…?”
He gave a small laugh and shook his head. Relief washed over you.
“No, we didn’t _____. You were drunk. I slept on the couch.”
You thanked him and apologised for kicking him out of his bed. Your eyes danced over his exposed skin. He had new ink done. His work had improved immensely. Your eyes landed on his arm. You let out a gasp without noticing.
“What?”
“Why do you still have that?!” You snapped at him in shock.
Jungkook turned over his arm so he could see what you were talking about. An area in his arm was tattooed with your first name and a simple black heart outlining it. You just assumed he would probably get it removed after you two broke up. Jungkook smirked looking at it.
“I don’t know.”
You rolled your eyes at his answer.
“It was my favourite.”
You remember the day he texted you to come to his studio after school. When you entered you saw him laid out on the seat and tattooing himself. When you saw he had written your name you let out a yelp that nearly caused him to ruin the tattoo. You were pissed that he got it initially, but it soon grew on you. It flattered you that he did it to show how loyal and passionate he was towards you.
You ignored his comment and Jungkook wasn’t expecting a reply. He rummaged through his clothes and tossed you a black t-shirt and a pair of shorts, both were his. He then grabbed an outfit for himself and went to the door to give you some privacy.
“Come out when you’re ready, I’ll make some pancakes.”
“You don’t cook.”
“I’ve improved.”
With that, he left the room and shut the door. For the first meeting him since your breakup, it wasn’t bad. Stiffness was still there but thankfully Jungkook tried his best to make sure you were at ease. You removed your tight dress and threw on the shirt and shorts. Both engulfed you but at least you were comfy. You found your phone in your purse and turned it on. Your phone screen lit up with a cluster of notifications.
20 messages - Jimin
15 missed calls - Jimin
Your heart stopped when you recalled that you two kissed. You could still feel his taste on your lips. You had a sick feeling in your stomach, you were overflown with guilt. Jimin and your friendship is something that you treasure with all your being. To know that it might be ruined over one stupid make-out session was horrifying. Remorseful, you decided to send him a text letting him know that you were okay.
Hey Jimin. I’m so sorry I just woke up. I stayed over at my friend’s house; I’ll back soon.
You walked out of the bedroom. The smell of brunt cooking filled your nose. Finding the kitchen, you walked in to see Jungkook looming over the stove. Seeing him struggle to cook the pancakes couldn’t help but laugh. He spun around to look at you, still clutching the spatula. You raised your eyebrow at him.
“I promise I’ve done this before.”
You gave him a sympathetic smile. He finished making the pancakes and placed them on one plate. The pancakes were more black and crisp than brown and soft. You took one of the forks and took a bite out of one. It was a battle to swallow. You and him both looked at each other and proceed to erupt into laughter. Jungkook felt a feeling of joy hearing you laugh.
“Tasty.” You replied sarcastically.
Once you both quieted down, Jungkook asked you about your life, hoping to find what you’ve been doing since you’ve last talked.
“So how have you been?”
You wondered if you should be honest with him. For basically a year after you two broke up, you were a mess. You spent most nights crying and feeling guilt-ridden. You remembered how dry your throat was from sobbing countless nights. The feeling like you would never be happy again. The utter grief you felt when you deleted his number. Missing his touch was the worst, it was like a drug that you yearned for. It was pathetic but there was no point of denying how strong a love like you two had. You often wondered if Jungkook was the same.
“Fine. College has been great. A lot of essays and all-nighters but nothing too traumatic”
“Good to hear. I’m happy you were able to achieve what you’ve always wanted.”
He gave a weak smile. You thanked him appreciatively.
“How’s the tattoo shop?”
“It's pretty good at the moment. A lot more people these days are getting tattoos. So our manager wanted us to expand our shops so that’s why I’m living here right now.” He spoke with a large grin on his face. He was obviously delighted with his business’s achievement. It warmed your heart to still see he had a passion for it.
It felt natural to talk to Jungkook. You and he caught up with each other about family and friends, occasionally talking about nonsense. You glanced at your phone to see it was almost 1 pm. Shit you thought, you had class at two and you needed to get home to change. You cursed under your breath.
“I have to head home; my class starts soon.”
“Let me drive you home, you don’t know where you are.”
You obliged and headed to his car. The ride brought back recollections of you two driving with the windows down, blaring music and kissing each other. It almost made your cheeks flush a little thinking about it. The only thing that was the same was that Jungkook still couldn’t drive slowly.
“Could you speed up anymore?” You questioned him sarcastically, your grip tight on the seat’s armrest.
“So, have you been seeing anyone?”
He asked abruptly, disregarding your question. The question was on both of your lips, but he was the first one to have the courage to ask. You hesitated to answer.
“No. School has kept me too busy. Have you?”
Jungkook kept his gaze on the road. A serious look was on his face. He responded blankly.
“No, me neither.”
The sound of the radio filled the car until he pulled up beside your apartment. You thanked him again, grateful that you didn’t have to take the bus back home. Jungkook was taken back at the size of it, it was far too big for just one student.
“You live here alone?”
“I have a roommate.”
You realised that this was the end of the journey. It also meant the end of your and Jungkook’s reunion. Did you want it to end like this?
“Well, I guess this is it.”
Jungkook said as if he had just read your thoughts. You pondered if he was as prepared as you to let it end like this.
“Hey, my friend is having a party, he lives in a big mansion and his parties are always wild, you should come tonight. It will be fun! Plus I need to give you back your clothes.”
Jungkook raised his eyebrow, it was probably his biggest habit. He contemplated the idea of going to a stranger’s party but knowing you would be there persuaded him.
“Sure.” He finally replied.
You grinned at his acceptance to your invitation. You two said your goodbyes and you jumped out of his car. Before you got to your door you heard Jungkook’s window roll down.
“Keep the clothes, they look better on you than me!”
You rolled your eyes at his comment. You waved him goodbye and entered your house. As soon as you stepped in you collapsed on the sofa. You feel like you had been holding your breath since you saw Jungkook. You contemplated if this was all a dream and you would wake up and none of this ever happened.
The silence in the house made you concluded Jimin was not home. Nerves filled you as you wondered how you two would talk about what happened last night. Did you regret it? You had no idea. You stomped to your bedroom and fell onto the bed. You let out a sigh and shut your eyes. Jungkook’s clothes were so cosy on you. Pathetically, you buried your head under the hoodie. Your nostrils were full of his scent. The aroma immediately made you feel relaxed. Unfortunately, you had to remove them in order to wash for tonight’s party.
After you got out of the shower, you were meet with a lonesome Jimin standing in the hall. You both meet each other’s eyes and stared uncomfortably. Jimin had his hands in his pockets, an indication that he was nervous.
“Can we talk?”
You nodded and both walked into your room. You quickly threw on an oversized shirt and Jimin, the gentleman that he is, turned away until you told him it was okay. You sat on the edge of your bed and he did the same as you felt the dip on the side of the bed.
“About last night…”
He was about to trail off, but you interrupted him.
“Jimin I get it, it was a mistake. You were drunk and so was I. We both didn’t mean it.”
Jimin’s shoulders stiffened. There was a hesitant silence before he spoke with a small laugh.
“Yeah _____, exactly, it was a stupid decision.”
“Glad we both feel the same about it.”
“Yeah.” He mumbled.
You both sat in silence, you stared at your feet only to look up to see Jimin was still staring at your face. His eyes were hypnotic as you continued to stare back. Your heart rate picked up pace and your eyes darted down to Jimin’s lips. You could see that he was doing the same. A sudden tension was apparent.
Before you could even say anything, Jimin had thrown himself on you, his lips crashing into yours. You let out a soft moan and your hands were in his hair. His arms were on either side of you and he deepened the kiss, pushing your body down onto the bed. He slipped his tongue into your mouth as you granted him entrance. He groaned as you lifted your hips up to his. One of his hands gripped your waist tightly guiding them. The warmth of his hand was apparent when he slipped it underneath your shirt. He snaked his fingers up to your bra, smoothing his thumb around the lace fabric. You lips spilled out his name. You could feel him smirking into the kiss, enthralled about good he was making you feel. His hand moved down your stomach and reached the top of your jeans. He played with the button of the jeans. However, before he could unbutton it you broke the kiss and pushed yourself off the bed. Jimin retracted immediately, worried he went too far. You saw the worried expression on his face. You laughed slightly, caressing his face with your palm.
“I just got to take it slow Jimin.”
Jimin smirked, his head leaning in. His eyes analysed your entire face.
“I love slow.”
He gave you one last passionate kiss. He immediately stood up and walked to his room.
“Be home on time! We’ve got this party tonight.” He yelled down the hallway at you.
At the party, you spent most of the time with Jimin and his friends. He occasionally would place his hand on your waist or ask if you’re okay. Things he wouldn’t usually do if you two were out. Pathetic as it sounds, you couldn’t help but glance around the club to see if Jungkook was here. Why were you so desperate for him to come? It struck your mind that maybe he wasn’t coming. The idea of him not coming made you feel disappointed at yourself for raising your hopes.
You walked to the bar to order another drink for yourself. You order your drink from the bartender and waited for him to serve it.
“You’re not going to get as drunk as last time are you?”
You spun round to see Jungkook leaning on the bar beside you. He was dressed in all back, black top and black ripped jeans. It complimented the dark tattoos all over his body. You couldn’t hide the joy you felt when he came. You smiled and punched his shoulder.
“You’re late!”
He laughed and rubbed his shoulder to soothe it. He explained that he was caught in traffic. You forgive him and offered him a drink. As you tried to grab the bartender’s attention, you saw Jungkook eyes move down your body.
“Do you want to take a photo?”
You said to him, raising your eyebrow. You were pleased with yourself for catching him staring at you. But Jungkook did act shameful or embarrassed.
“What do expect me to do when you look like that ____?” He purred.
You were taken back at his words. He was challenging your boundaries as friends. You turned your whole body to face him, leaning in the smallest amount.
“Watch your mouth Kookie.”
He was now the one that was shaken by your words. You never called him Kookie unless you were toying with him. His mouth formed a smirk and he licked his lips. If you were going to act as he thought, he might as well play along.
“Make me _____.”
You opened your mouth to speak when a foreign arm wrapped around your waist. You looked beside you to see Jimin. You saw Jungkook stare up your roommate.
“Babe, what’s taking you so long?” Jimin slurred slightly, he leant in and gave you a kiss on the cheek.
Jungkook mouth dropped slightly, looking at you then back to Jimin. You froze slightly, not having a clue what to do next. In a panic, you decide to introduce the boys to each other.
“Jimin!” You said, “This is Jungkook, he is… was…”
You stuttered. You didn’t know how you were supposed to introduce Jungkook as. A friend? An Ex? Seeing your hesitation, Jungkook took things into his own hands.
“I am _____’s ex.” He interrupted you, “She used to be my girl.”
Jimin was physically taken back by his last sentence. You couldn’t believe Jungkook has just said that. Jimin nodded and gave an awkward “Ah, okay.” If you three weren’t in a busy bar, there would be dead silence. If there was ever a time you wanted the earth to swallow you whole, this was it.
“Now excuse me, I need a smoke,” Jungkook said turning around and leaving.
Jimin and you were left alone. Jimin gave Jungkook a dirty look as he walked away.
“What is his problem?” Jimin asked you.
You shrugged, not wanting to escalate the situation. You never told Jimin about Jungkook and your relationship. You took your drink and threw it to the back of your throat. A new song rumbled through the bar, causing Jimin to throw his head back and gave a yell in pleasure.
“Dance with me ______.”
You rolled your eyes as you saw his cringy dancing. You made a poor excuse, not drunk enough yet to be dancing. As you open your mouth to say something, Jimin’s friend threw his arm around Jimin.
“Come on Jimin!” Hoseok yelled in his friend’s ear. “We are taking shots.”
Jimin arm was yanked away from you along with him. Once alone, you checked to see if Jimin was still looking at you. when you saw he was too busy with a shot in his mouth, you swiftly scurried away.
You swung open the door to the smoking balcony of the club. You searched past all the grey smoke to see him leaning on the wall, a cigarette placed in his mouth. You stomped over to him. His face was expressionless in the dark.
“Why did you have to say that Jungkook?”
He took a long drag of his cigarette. He placed his head down low breathing out the smoke, ensuring it doesn’t hit you.
“When were you going to tell me, you had a boyfriend?”
His eyes were motionless and seriously. He felt like you had just played him. He thought you had just brought him here to embarrasses him with your boyfriend.
“He isn’t my boyfriend. He’s my roommate.” You shot back at him.
Jungkook scoffed at you.
“I’ve never seen a roommate hold and kiss someone as he did with you.”
You straightened yourself up and crossed your arms. Jungkook knew from past experiences that this was a warning that you were getting annoyed.
“So what? It doesn’t matter what he does to me. It isn’t really any of your business anymore, is it?” You snapped at me.
“You didn’t need to flaunt it all in front of me ______.” He hissed tossing the cigarette onto the ground in frustration.
You both stared at each other intently, letting the air between you two relax. His jaw soon relaxed, and your breath steadied back to normal.
“Okay Jungkook, I am sorry.” You said sincerely. “But I really think I like him. I just want to finally move on from us. It has taken so long.”
You could Jungkook’s eyes watering. He took a large step towards you, closing the gap between you two. You were about to step back when he placed his hand on the small of your back. He leant his head forward. You could feel his cigarette breath on you.
“Say it then ______.” He stated, “Say that you don’t have feelings for me anymore.”
You were frozen with emotions. Jungkook eyes scanned around your face for your answer. You had your mouth open to say something, but nothing was coming up. He saw how upset you were, and he immediately cupped his hands on your jaw. His thumb caressed your cheek.
“Jungkook, please don’t.”
“Say it ______.”
“I can’t.” Your voice cracked.
He lowered his face toward yours. His lips connected with yours. You were convinced your heart was going to burst. You could feel the sparks as you stood on your tiptoes to gain better access to his lips. He pulled you into him more, pressing you into his firm chest. His scent filled your nose and you felt like you were transported back in time to when you and him were younger. He moaned into the kiss. He pressed you gently up against the cold wall.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you so much.” He said between kisses.
Hearing those simple words, you thought your knees were going to give out. You wrapped your arms around his neck. You never wanted to let go. As he was about to slip his tongue in, something inside you stopped. You saw the image of Jimin soft face flash in your mind. Guilt immediately filled you. You stopped kissing back and Jungkook noticed, pulling his lips away from you.
“What’s wrong?” He said puzzled.
You didn’t know what to do. Before you knew it, a tear was rolling down your cheek and you were shaking your head. Jungkook’s confusion turned to concern.
“I’m sorry Jungkook, I can’t do this again.” You wept.
It was now Jungkook’s turn to shake his head. His face was turned to one of terror. The thought of letting you slip from his fingers was too much.
“No.”
It was the only thing that could come from out of his mouth.
You didn’t dare look at him. You knew you would turn into a sobbing mess if you saw the heartbreak on his face. All you could do was keep apologising while he repeated his no’s. Your heart was about to shatter into pieces if you didn’t leave. You walked to pass him, avoiding eyes. He grabbed your wrist stopping you from moving.
“I can’t let this happen ______. Not again. I can’t let you break my heart again.” His was cracking, showing how he was barely holding himself together.
“Let me go now Jungkook,” You said as sternly as you could, but it only came out weak.
He obeyed your orders and you rushed away, leaving him in the cold dark. You marched back into the bar and outside. You jumped into a taxi that was sitting outside and order the driver to take you home. As the car drove you shot Jimin a text that you weren’t feeling too well and went home.
When the taxi arrived at your house, you went inside and fell onto your bed. You buried your face into your pillow and sobbed. You sobbed like a child. You were filled with guilt and foolishness. You were sad that you just did that to Jungkook and at the same time, betraying Jimin. You felt worthless and imagined Jungkook standing by himself on the balcony in tears. You cried until it was just dry snuffles. You ended up falling asleep with exhaustion, your pillow damp with your tears.
Halfway through the night, you heard your door creak open. You didn’t even bother turning over to look. You knew it was Jimin. He walked over to the side of your bed. He reached his hand out and pulled a strand of your hair behind your ear. As he was about to retreat to his own room, you grabbed his hand with yours.
“Stay.” It was the only thing you could croak out.
You appreciated him for not asking questions. He understandably agreed and you felt his weight on the bed. He pressed himself your back. His arms circled around your stomach and pulled you closer. He rested his head into your neck. You two laid there in harmony.
“I love you.”
You could hear him whisper it just under his breath.
But you couldn’t say it back.