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oftenderweapons · 3 years

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Steamy Waters — Jungkook

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x reader (nicknamed Candy)

Wordcount: 7.7k

Genre: smut, pwp; initial fluff, but don’t let that fool you; established relationship; idol!AU

Rating: 18+

Hello my fluffy ducklings, welcome to Jeongguk’s Steamy Waters 😈

I won’t even pretend there’s a plot in this. It’s just Jk, coming home from the gym and finding excuses to shower with his gf. Set almost a month after Love Talk, Jeongguk is finally ready to take a big step in his relationship with Candy, however finding the courage for the big leap is excruciating. Candy is more than willing to reward him before asking for something in return, she simply doesn’t know how much her game will cost her.

I decided I’ll keep using the nickname the nickname “Guk”, (see more in this post). Now, straight on to...

TRIGGER WARNINGS: unprotected sex within an established relationship (don’t do that unless YOU’RE TESTED AND CLEAN), mentions of therapy and mental health; sweaty jock!Jungkook, smitten!Jungkook who can’t express his emotions but IS WORKING ON IT, with a very supportive gf; I guess there’s a striptease, if you like... squint?; masturbation (female and male receiving); breast worship; period talk; very intimate love confession; foreplay under the shower (specifically mutual oral sex — aka 69 — while laying on the floor); predator/prey dynamics (namely she runs and he chases her, finds her as she tries to hide, drags her out and throws her over his shoulder); plenty of lube (lube is important and useful, let’s normalise using it); lots of degradation and objectification, name calling (fuckdoll, slut, cocksleeve, cockfairy), very multiple orgasms — like a lot; edging (both male and female receiving), begging, crying, slight humiliation. These two know all the possible variations to missionary sex (sorry not sorry); biting; slightest, most delicate face slapping and grabbing; spanking; tattoo fetish; cumplay, mentions of cum eating.

[Inspired by this look]

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And now, enjoy ✨💜

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The entry door smashed loudly sometime around ten p.m., followed by the thud of a bag falling to the floor, Jeongguk’s heavy steps stopping as he took of his shoes.

The moment he appeared he looked unreal, with an oversized black shirt reaching his mid thigh, the sleeves exposing his forearms and part of his tattoos, his hair falling messily in wet curls over his forehead.

“Candy, babe?” He called from the entry. “I’m home!”

“Guk?” You called from the kitchen, your head peeking around the corner. He spotted you and smiled.

“What you doing there?” He said with a smile, sauntering towards you, standing at your side and placing a hand around your waist as you stood by the stove.

You turned and stood on your tiptoes, puckering your lips and closing your eyes.

He bent down and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. “I’m sorry I’m messy.” He said, close to your mouth.

“Are you fresh out of the gym?” You asked.

He nodded. “I haven’t even showered yet. I wanted to come home as soon as possible.” His fingers rubbed your side gently, trying not to tickle you. “I missed you a lot today.”

You smiled as you finished warming up his favourite post-workout snack. “I’ve already eaten. I thought you might be hungry.” You said, just as he stole the ladle and took a sip.

“Yum!” He commented, placing the utensil back in your hand. He stood behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders. “I wanna hug you but I’m too sweaty.” He commented as he kneeled the tense muscles of your neck.

You shook your head. “Oh, these need to be washed,” you said, referring to your outfit. “We went to a bulgogi place today and I feel like I smell so bad.”

“You haven’t showered yet?” He asked, his hands slowing down, almost stopping.

“No… I switched on the tv and there was this interesting old interview with Miyazaki and I got caught up.” You explained with a cheery tone.

“The Japanese director and artist?” He asked.

“Yeah.” You confirmed, switching off the stove and pouring a couple ladles of noodles and broth in a bowl, adding some basic decorations on top.

He paused before wrapping an arm around your waist. “Can I hug you then?” He asked gently, almost too quietly for you to hear.

Still, there was no way you wouldn’t hear his voice. Sometimes you thought you could hear his very thoughts.

“Of course you can hug me, Guk.”

His body adhered to yours without hesitation, a low moan exiting his throat as he felt you sink even deeper into him, pressing into his body, almost trying to hide into him.

“I said I missed you.” He said shyly, waiting for you to praise him as he opened up about his emotions.

You were working through it, together, trying to make him open up more, offer you more of himself, of his feelings and fears.

“I missed you too, baby. I love you.” You spoke against his chest, taking in the clean and humid scent of his skin. He always smelled so good even after working out. Especially after working out.

Your hormones did a somersault.

“Today I felt very… restless.”

That was a very specific word for his emotional vocabulary. Lately, he was getting better and better, finding new words that fit his moods appropriately. His way of speaking was always plain, in the best meaning of the term. He is simple and transparent, always using basic words with great meaning. That seemed to be his style, pure and direct, honest.

However, he was growing a lot, even emotionally. He was slowly losing the adjective “young” that people normally put before the word “man” when trying to describe him.

He is a man. And an excellent one at that. Sure, a bit naive sometimes, and still shy, but he always showed a caring, attentive side whenever you tried to speak your needs and grievances within your relationship.

“Mh… What made you feel restless today?” You asked, repeating an exercise that your psychologist always made you do when you were a teen.

“We practiced a choreo all morning. And we always messed up the same part. There’s a very difficult transition and it’s just… so difficult to end up in the right position after the passage.” He said, huffing out loudly.

You thought about his food getting cold, still you knew that if you made him eat the conversation would quite surely stop. “Anything else, baby?” You asked, kissing his breastbone.

“We had a couple interviews this afternoon. One with a radio and another one with a talk show.” He said. “I’m glad that my English is improving. Namjoon hyung said he’s proud of me and that I did a good job.”

You heard the smile in his voice.

“Even Yoongi hyung said I did a good job. And he offered me a tangerine!” He said enthusiastically.

You rubbed his back. “We’re all proud of you, baby.” You said fondly.

“Thank you.” He replied and when you looked up at his face you saw his ears flush red.

“Time to eat, Koo.” You said, pressing your hands to the sides of his head, trying to calm down the blush.

He smiled.

He looked beautiful.

On your tiptoes, you kissed the mole under his lip, shortly before he picked you up by the waist and brought you at his eye level, your arms anchoring behind his neck as he pushed his mouth to yours. “Thank you.” He said again, that feeling in his chest getting more and more urgent.

He would say it. Just… Not now.

He had plans.

He took the bowl and a spoon in his hand, the other one staying around your back, pulling you to the table with him. First he placed down the objects and then he sat, still holding your hand, tugging at it gently and making you sit across his lap.

You giggled and adjusted yourself, your forearm moving behind him and securing you to his back.

He pecked your temple and thanked for the food quickly before digging in, slurping loudly and devouring the whole meal in eager, large spoonfuls.

“No one’s stealing your food, baby, don’t eat too fast.” You said, worried as he paused for a moment, only to take a few breaths and dig in again, finishing the bowl.

He placed down the spoon and rubbed his belly, exhaling with a satisfied grin.

You smirked. “Would you like some more?”

He shook his head no. “I wanna shower.” He said, placing the spoon in the bowl and handing both to you; but before you could protest, thinking he was asking you to tidy up, he moved one arm under your knees, the other around your shoulders, picking you up bridal style.

“Guk, for goodness’ sake!” You shrieked, trying to secure yourself with one arm, the other holding the bow.

“Trust me,” He said, “I’ve got you.” He reassured you, stopping in front of the sink and helping you place the bowl down. Next, he made you sit on the counter, “I need both hands free for this,” he said, picking up the pot and covering it with its lid before placing it back inside the fridge.

He would deal with that later.

“Come here,” he called, standing between your legs and picking you up again, his hands pressed to the back of your thighs. You pushed your nose against the soft hair of his nape. “Where are we going?” You asked, curious.

“Shower.” He said, reaching the room and placing you down near the sink in the dim light coming in from the window. He looked at the saffron gleam of the streetlights landing on the floor, cutting a thin, long stripe landing at your feet.

He took a step forward and stood in it, his black shirt immediately absorbing the light with a curious pattern of shadows that seemed to offer small outlines of the taut, solid muscles underneath.

Jeongguk stood there, fascinated with the way you looked at him, almost ready to hide his face in his hands before you traced the line of his collarbone, then up his throat, until you reached the deep darkness enshrouding his mouth.

“Would you take off your shirt?” You asked, cupping his jaw.

He nodded. “In a second.” He said, staring some more.

He would have never believed he looked at you the same way you looked at him, weren’t it for the picture that had become his new desktop wallpaper a few hours ago. Jin had sent him a picture of the night Jungkook had introduced you to the boys, a week after the two of you had reunited. In the picture, you were talking with Jimin and Taehyung, the older leaning into you as he laughed hysterically while the younger looked at you like you had hung the very stars in the sky. Sitting on the sofa, you glanced up at Jeongguk as he stood behind you with his hands on your shoulders, a large grin on his face and the warmest feeling glittering in his eyes, his ears bright as your own lips opened up in a soft smile.

And now he stood in front of you and you were gorgeous. And he felt so in love.

So desperate to touch you.

But you looked like a vision, a mirage ready to disappear like his unsteady feelings; like that ugly, lying voice could come up any moment and make his doubt you and himself, making him believe that he was incapable of understanding true love, that he had been fooled once and it was sweet like this at the beginning until all there was left was barren land and bitter dust.

He took off his shirt. You moved away the hand on his face before you got tangled up, giving him space until his naked torso was right in front of you.

“You’ve been getting skinnier.” You said, placing your hands on his pectorals. “You’ve lost weight?” You asked, cupping his face again.

“It’s why I’m exercising. It was hard to keep a routine while I was gone.” He explained, placing his hands around your wrists and pushing them down. “Am I not strong enough? Fit enough?” He asked once your hands were resting on his pectorals.

Your thumbs circled his nipples, making them harden immediately. “No, baby.” You argued, a bit disappointed. “I’m saying I wouldn’t mind if you slowed down with the gym and ate a tiny bit more.” You replied. “I love you. I don’t care about your looks, but you’re all bones and muscles. I don’t mind the flesh.” You said, pinching his belly and finding only skin between your fingers. “I’m saying I don’t want you to be so hard on yourself.” You explained before your hands travelled to the ribbon of his sweats.

“You want me to put on some weight?” He asked, incredulous.

“I just want you to be healthy and eat enough food to match your workouts, and do anything you want with your body without feeling pressured. True Army will love you with or without abs.” You raked your nails across his taut abdomen. “And I don’t care as long as I get to touch you like this. Or kiss you here.” You said, following the shape of his cock with a finger.

He smiled and blushed — which you couldn’t see, considering the dark room. What you did feel was his sex twitching and hardening some more. He moaned weakly, his head falling forward and landing on your shoulder. “You mean you care only about blowing me?” He asked, his hips pushing against your palm, his hair tickling your neck and ear, making you arch away from his sinfully messy mop of hair.

You cupped him from over his sweats, massaging him slowly, gently. “Let’s say it’s a pretty important factor in our relationship.” You joked, nuzzling your nose against his head.

“Mh...” He commented meditatively. “How important compared to your love for me?” He asked, mouthing at the underside of your jaw, chuckling and teasing it with the vibrations of his voice clad in a deep rumble and the thick, teasing accent of his dialect.

“Mh… they’re neck and neck for factor number one.” You teased back, tracing his happy trail with your index finger.

“Neck and neck, you say...” He mused, nipping at your throat harshly, making you gasp. “Let’s see what happens if I take it away from you.” He wondered as he took a step away, out of your grasp.

You tried to keep touching him until he was too far for you to reach.

“Hands to yourself, babe.” He scolded as you licked your lips, looking at him as he switched on the soft led from the shower, lowering it to a soft dark red. “Promise me you’ll keep your naughty fingers at bay.” He asked, taking one step toward you.

You nodded eagerly, “I promise. Please.” You begged, placing your palms flat on your thighs and waiting for him to come closer. Once more he stood between your legs, his hands catching your wrists and bringing your arms behind your back, indirectly making your spine arch forward and push your breasts up.

He stared unashamed at your curves, barely visible over the large cotton blouse. “Keep your hands there.” He said, his fingers starting at your buttons. “My turn.” He said, undoing enough buttons to reach the lower hem of your bra, his hands sliding into the opening and cupping your breast from the lower, outer part, pressing them together and planting his face right in the crevasse, making you laugh at the drastic way he dove in.

“You good there, Guk?”

He nodded simply. “God, if you’re listening, this is a good moment to die.” He commented gingerly. “Let my girlfriend’s tits be the last thing I see before I pass.” He went on. “Amen.”

The laughter overtook you, your whole body wiggling with giggles. “Admit it, you love my tits way more than you love me.” You said before realising that the joke didn’t work both ways: even though you had confessed your feelings, he hadn’t done so with an actual declaration yet.

“Neck and neck.” He replied, letting his feelings implicitly show with ambiguous confessions.

He drew the upper curve of each breast with small kisses while his fingers worked the buttons left. The moment he reached the last one, he undid it and raised his head, looking you in the eye for the longest, slowest seconds in the history of the universe. His lips collided with yours, pressure building and building until you separated, galaxies of feelings and sensations blooming in both of you.

His hands pushed the blouse off your shoulders, letting it slide to your wrists. Next, he moved the straps of your bra off your shoulders kissing the slope of your neck and collarbone slowly and leisurely on the left side, before turning to the other side and parting his lips, letting half an inch of his tongue hang from his mouth and trace the ridge of your collarbone, his fingers undoing the clasp of your bra. The garment slid lower, your breasts heavier now without the support of the small cage. “Are they sore?” He asked, kissing you under your ear before moving his hands to your forearms, freeing you from the shirt.

“A bit. It was hot outside today.” You paused. “And my period’s close.” You added, hoping he didn’t get embarrassed by the small statement.

He stayed silent for half a minute. “How close?” He asked, moving your arm to your front so he could remove one strap, then focusing on the other one, baring your torso completely.

“It should be… four or five days away.” You said after making a quick count.

He nodded before cupping your face and kissing your mouth. “Do you need me to stock anything in the house?” He asked, parting from your face and looking you in the eye? “Sanitary products, comfort food, anything?” He asked, his gaze so soft and caring you felt a string of your heart snap and break.

“I have those at home.” You said, combing his hair away from his face, the red light making his eyes even more intense, his lips even more tempting.

“You won’t be here on the weekend?” He asked, suddenly hesitant. “I know we met today because I called you and normally you prefer staying at your place on weekdays and coming over for the weekend; but I thought that meeting today wouldn’t mean I wouldn’t have the weekend.” He said, confused and a little bit sad. Even with the dim lights you could see the disappointed look on his face.

“I thought that since I had my per—”

“It’s not like I wouldn’t want to cuddle and sleep with you. You know I—” love you. “I don’t want only sex.” He said, frowning.

You noticed he grew increasingly upset, his teeth torturing his lower lip.

Can’t you just fucking say it, Jeon Jeongguk, for goodness’ sake! His brain snapped at him, but his heart stayed guarded and wary.

“Come here.” You said, opening your arms, and letting him barricade himself into your embrace, your chest hot against his, the late summer night making both your and his skin clammy. “I know you care about me.” You said, your hand sliding into the long locks of his nape. “I’m not used to this, Guk. You know how we did this before you left.”

“This is not before I left. This is now.” He said, his voice so insecure. “I want everything. The cuddles and the sex and the feelings and… all of it. I want to be there for you. Always.” He said, raising up, towering over you as hegave up on the protection of your arms and offered you the safety of his own. “I want you to count on me. To trust me and tell me when something’s wrong. I want to support you and protect you.” He said, more and more determined. “I want to be the one you want when you had a stressful day and you need to talk. I want your problems too, ____. I want the ugly bits too. I don’t want you to choose the parts that you think I can handle and offer those alone.” He patted your head before making you look at him. “I want everything, Candy. Every damn thing, baby. The good, the bad and the in between.” He bent to your ear and closed his eyes, leaning into you, pressing his forehead to your temple. “Will you let me be there for you, baby, please?” He asked, begging, holding the crown of your head with one hand and your waist with the other.

You nodded, almost too emotional. “Yes.” You replied simply before he pressed you to his chest, where his heart beat so loud you thought he would get a heart attack.

He placed both hands on your waist lifting you off the counter and placing you with your feet on the floor. “Take off your trousers and panties, Candy.” He spoke softly as he watched your hands slide down your sides dragging the garments all the way to your ankles before stepping out of them. He placed them in the basket with the dirty laundry.

“Your sweats,” you said, trying to reach for the waistband.

“No,” he said, getting undressed by himself.

Just like that, you stood naked in front of each other, his eyes focused on your face, your gaze laced with his.

“You're so beautiful.” He whispered, cupping the side of your neck before letting his hand skim your chest, the plumpness on your breast, the sensitive curve of your waist, his palm stopping at your hip before his fingers sunk into your flesh, his eyes following his hand with unbreakable focus.

Gently, he tugged you toward the shower, making you stop before entering. “Let me get the temperature right.” He said, opening the tap and waiting a little before the water turned warm. You stared at him as he tested the spray and dove under, small rivulets rolling down his body, following the curve of his back, drenching his hair and rolling down his cheeks as he rubbed his face with his hands.

“Come, babe.” Jeongguk said, stretching his hand toward you.

Biting your lip, you took a few steps before he moved out of the spray, hugging you before he took a small step back, your and his body both under the water. You simply pressed your mouth to the base of his throat while his hands made sure that your hair got properly wet before he could wash them.

Your hands moved down his back, from his shoulder blades to the small of his back, until you managed to reach the full roundness of his ass, massaging it slowly, comfortably.

He snickered. “Are you comfy there?” He asked, just as his hands reached your own ass and squeezed it. “Does that feel good?”

You nodded, the sound of the water drowning your small moan. “Let me.” You said, turning around and rubbing at your hair, making sure it was soaked.

His hands followed the curves of your body capturing your heavy breasts in his palms. He took a deep breath before he stretched to reach his body wash, pouring some in his palm and foaming it up before spreading it over your skin, the scent of his soap filling the space.

The lights were making it even more intimate, with the red-to-black spectrum tinging the experience in a variety of tones of eroticism. First and foremost, the mildest but most difficult of them all: intimacy.

Jeongguk placed his hands on your waist, making you turn around. You were there, with your hair pushed back, your beautiful face completely exposed to his observing stare. He couldn’t hold your gaze.

He poured more shower gel on his palm and after it turned into a small handful of bubbles he bent down and divided it between his hands, bending down and washing your legs, until he knelt, washing your feet.

“Guk.” You called shyly.

He hummed in reply, just as he took a gentler soap meant for your intimate parts. He pumped a dollop on his hand and foamed it briskly before cupping your vulva delicately, focusing on the simple, affectionate task at hand, making sure to spread your labia as you parted your legs slightly to let him have access. He rubbed the palm slowly, lightly against your skin, not sparing the back, in between your ass cheeks, waiting for the water to rinse his hands and clean you fully.

He felt ready.

His hands cupped your hips, holding tight without his fingers digging in, all the pressure focused on his palms.

He kissed your belly button.

“I love you.” He almost whispered.

You were far too lost in sensations to be sure that he had actually said what you thought you had heard.

“What?” You asked, looking down at him.

He delivered another small kiss on your tummy and looked up. “I love you, ____.” He said, before smiling timidly.

“You love me?” You asked, incredulous.

“Yes. I love you, Candy. A whole damn lot.” He said, kissing a straight line from your belly to your pubic bone, stopping there. “I wanna… Can I… Can I taste you?” He asked, waiting on his knees, removing his hands and mouth from you, letting you choose freely.

You looked at him before your mouth opened in the happiest, widest smile you had ever given him. “I love you, you know that, right?” You told him, touching his face, combing his hair back.

He nodded. “I love you too.” He said, and the more he said that, the more his body felt how right, how true it was.

“You wanna eat me out?” You asked as he nodded furiously.

You lifted a leg, ready to place it on his shoulder when he sat on his hip, then turned with his back to you, laying flat on the floor, his head away from the water spray.

Your brow furrowed before he tucked his elbows next to his torso, his hands close to his face before he grinned and wiggled his fingers in a “come forth” motion.

“Uhm…” You wondered, confused for a brief moment, trying to understand if he really meant for you to ride his face, especially since you were both still trying to understand the whole cunnilingus discourse.

“Sit on my face?” He asked, his cheeks blushing — which fortunately you couldn’t see with the current lighting, he considered.

Your eyebrows shot up. “You sure?” You asked.

“Pretty sure, yes. If you want to, of course.” He replied.

Slowly you lowered yourself to your knees, his hands circling your waist and heading up, up, until he met your breasts, before heading down again, fixing your hips right against his lips.

“I’m gonna start now, Candy.” He warned you, “you can ask me to stop whenever you want to, baby.”

“Wait!” You called. “Is it okay if I blow you?” You asked, pretty sure that it would be good for your mind space if you dedicated yourself to his pleasure, easing the mental pressure you felt whenever someone went down on you. After all, Jeongguk had been the first to make you cum during oral sex, and even with him sometimes you struggled reaching your high.

“You want to sixty-nine?” He asked, trying to comfort you by lacing his fingers with yours.

“I wanna try?” You asked. “Maybe it all works better if I’m not thinking about it too much. I could use a…distraction?” You explained, doubtful.

“Okay, let’s give this a go.” He replied, completely oblivious that the simple movements of his mouth as he spoke against your crotch were making your hole drip in wetness.

“Okay then!” You slowly lowered yourself on your elbows, his lips going on a slow side-to-side motion before he opened his mouth, his upper lip pressing against your entrance while his lower one met the sensitive nerve endings of your clit, making you moan just as his tip entered your mouth, your hand cupping his balls and sliding upwards, until you could grip him as comfortably as you could.

He released a heavy breath, the hot air meeting the raw skin of your slit. Just as his tongue made its way between your labia, you bobbed your head a couple times, making him moan loudly, which made you moan in return.

The whole situation turned into a game where the more you received, the more you gave.

As you started sucking him, creating a vacuum effect with your cheeks, his hands gripped your ass, his lips wrapping around your left labium, pumping it with his cheeks into his mouth, just past his teeth, that grazed it perfectly, alternating the softness of his lips and tongue with the hard edge of his teeth, making blood pool in the sensitive tissue. Meanwhile, on his lap, you were drooling all over him, pumping him with your fist as you started losing focus. “Guk.” You called.

He simply hummed and switched to the other side.

Yes, he was dedicated like that.

“Gu— Oh, yes, love, like that, baby, just like that.” You said as you felt his hands direct your hips in a grinding motion, your mouth returning between his legs out of sheer gratitude.

He moaned again, his eyelids fluttering with pleasure as you pushed his soft head to the back of your mouth, bobbing your head a few times before your hand started fondling his balls with your palm, twisting your wrist and using the pad of your thumb to tease the delicate spot between his balls and his anus.

He released your labium. “Candy. Fuck, baby, yeah, that a… I— I really like your finger there, baby.” He said, swallowing loudly before flicking the tip of his tongue repeatedly against your clit, spanking your ass brusquely before he gave a few strong pumps to your most sensitive spot.

You released his cock, letting it snap back to his belly and speaking against his shaft. “Please… Guk. Too good, love—” Your hips began to gyrate on him, his hands leading you, keeping your movements controlled so that he didn’t lose his grip between your legs. Holding his tongue rigid and still, he pushed the tip to the underside of your clit, dragging it up and exposing the most sensitive nerves, usually protected by the hood and way too sensitive for direct stimulation. Which is exactly why after two minutes your body stilled before starting to shake uncontrollably with effort, your whole universe silent, holding its breath before your lips opened in a high pitched, incoherent cry that announced your orgasm and predicted your reckless, ruthless movements on top of Jeongguk.

He took everything in.

Every small thing.

He kept moving his tongue even as it cramped, slapping your ass shamelessly, violently, spurring you into a wilder, more desperate pace as you — completely oblivious to your raw knees — rode him with a passion, pulling him into your mouth once more to quiet down your moans.

You felt your legs shake even more as his hips started pushing into your mouth, his long hums turning into short, deep groans and whimpers.

Just as you felt his balls tighten, you drew away, making him whine and arch his hips toward you.

“Please…” He called, his voice so, so miserable and pleading.

“You want your orgasm?” You asked, voice sultry.

You precisely knew what you wanted. And you had very clear plans on how to get it just right.

You looked right in front of you, at the small bathroom carpet laying just outside the shower, ready for you to dry your feet. Your escape route was bright and clear in front of your eyes.

“Does it feel nice?” You asked, un-straddling his face, acting as if you had each and every intention to bring him to the very edge and watch him dissolve.

“Please, Candy...” He cried, his hips undulating hypnotically.

“You wanna cum?” You cooed cutely.

He nodded eagerly. “Yeah… Please.”

You stopped. “Then come get me, bunny boy.” You grinned and stood, exiting the shower with a long step, shaking the water off your body as you rubbed your feet against the carpet a few times, before dashing for the door.

Alone, he opened his eyes and raised his head, looking around. “Candy?” He called again.

No sign.

He shook his head and stood up, his erection painful and uncomfortable as he closed the tap and walked out of the shower, drying his feet harshly as he switched off the bathroom lights and exited the room, looking around, spotting a trail of droplets on the floor.

He sneered and swore, staring at his hard on and clenching his jaw as he walked down the corridor with quick, long steps.

He found you as you tried to hide in the walk-in closet, almost sure you were unfollowed the moment you moved on all fours and tried to crawl under a lower shelf.

Jeongguk smirked, the scene disgustingly hilarious to him as he grabbed your hips and pulled you out of your hiding spot.

“That’s your plan?” He asked just as you tried to wiggle out of his grip.

His fingers dug into your waist, grabbing you even harder as he dragged you away from the shelf, where you could hit your head.

“You’re ridiculous.” He said, putting you on your feet before he turned you around and hoisted you over his shoulder, spanking you unceremoniously. “Running on wobbly legs.” He spanked you again. “Leaving a pretty trail of water leading me right here.” Another spank. “I thought I had taught you better than this.” He said, offering you some mercy and biting your leg instead of smacking your ass.

Your world was very unstable as he began walking you to his bedroom. He threw you on the mattress and switched on the led light behind the headboard. Again your view became nothing but the sultriest black and red.

“You wanted to make me angry?” He asked, looking you in the eye as he climbed on top of you, spreading your legs and sitting in between before both his arms caged your head.

His chest, wet and toned, was right before your eyes, moving with the fury of a wild beast. He grabbed your chin and led your gaze upward, into his. “I said, you wanted to make me angry?” He repeated.

You nodded.

“You wanted to make me snap?” He asked again, grabbing your face, making your lips turn into a silly pout.

You nodded once more. “I am—”

“I’ll tell you what you are.” He said, getting off you, opening his drawer and taking out a towel and a plastic bottle, which he placed on the bedside table before he lifted your legs with one arm and laid the towel down with the other.

You stayed silent as he took his time.

“You are a ridiculous little fuckdoll.” He stated clearly, no lips, no stutter, no hesitation whatsoever. “You are my dumb little fuckdoll,” he went on opening the bottle and letting a heavy amount of lube draw a line from the base to the tip as he held his cock away from his belly with his thumb and forefinger running around the glans. He spread the slick liquid with his palm, sliding it up and down as he hissed. “You always need to act like a dumb brat to make me fuck you like a slut.” The moment he leaned over you and poured some lube on your cunt too, you knew you were in for a long night. He closed the lid of the bottle but kept it nearby, in case he needed more.

You were close to your period, and once you had mentioned that you had some issues getting wet because of hormones changing. He was glad you gave him that kind of notions too. He had so much to learn still.

“You want me to fuck you hard?” He asked, spreading the wetness between your legs.

You nodded wordlessly.

“Not so wordy anymore, are we?” He said, cocking an eyebrow.

“Please, Guk.” You whimpered.

“That’s my little slut. You need to be fucked, uh?” He asked again, making you beg for him.

“Jeongguk, please.” You called again, pleading for his cock inside you.

“She even says ‘please’. Aren’t you desperate?” He asked, rubbing his tip up and down your slit.

“Yes, I’m your desperate doll. I’m begging… Please—” You whimpered, opening your legs as far as they would go.

He tutted and snarled. “Oh no. You’re not my desperate doll. You’re my desperate fuckdoll.” He said with a smirk. “Say it.”

“I’m your desperate fuckdoll.” You repeated with a thin voice.

He nodded “That’s right,” he replied, rewarding you with the tip of his cock as he swore and let it stay inside you, helping you get used to it — still, he grit his teeth, his deltoids and trapezei bulging with the effort. His tattooed hand held his cock to your entrance, covered in slick, helping you as he fed you a small inch at a time.

The moment he looked up at you, you noticed the lack of harshness in his eyes. “Are you okay, Candy?” He asked just as you hissed out a ‘yes’, closing your eyes and biting your lower lip. “Can I move?” He asked again, at which you nodded energetically. He giggled. “I love you, bae.” He concluded, making you whisper a brief ‘love you’ in reply before his bad boy persona came back into play.

“So you want it hard, uh?” He asked, feeling his cock already pulsate inside you.

“Yes, hard and fast, Guk. Please. I’m your fuckdoll. Do me like your little cocksleeve, please.” You begged, whiny and weak.

“Like my cocksleeve?” He said, rolling his hips twice before he pulled out. His hand drew away from his sex and moved to your mouth, laying there gently. “Cocksleeves don’t make a sound.” He leaned towards your ear. “So you’d better stay quiet.”

Your eyes blew wide as you bit your lip and furrowed your brow, his cock sinking in your flesh so hard that the smash echoed through every single organ inside your body.

You laid there and admired him as he fucked himself inside you, biting his lower lip and releasing it slowly, letting it roll and snap forward, past his teeth. He switched his position, leaning on his hand rather than on his elbow, arching even further, spreading his legs wider, propping his weight on his knees for better leverage, using his thighs to push your legs further apart as his eyes closed, chilly droplets of water falling on your face and your chest as he hammered into you, the tendons of his neck growing taut, his veins pulsing and growing and showing even in the dim red light.

Your high was there, right there, right…

Jeongguk roared, loud and aggressive and so, so angry that he sat on his heels and gripped your hips, shoving you on his length on and on, his hips meeting your body with loud smacks as he released inside you.

“No, no no. No, please no, please—” you begged as you felt him slow down, “So… close…” You sobbed as he stopped entirely.

He placed you down on the mattress. “Oh, no...” He said with faux compassion. “Poor cocksleeve.” He said with a sadistic grin, his smirk almost demonic in the crimson light.

He caged you with his body, his arms bulky and delicious at each side of your head, several rivulets of water — or maybe sweat — sliding down his face and chest. “Cocksleeves don’t get to cum, do they?” He asked rhetorically.

You whimpered and tried to squeeze him with your inner muscles.

“Or maybe I could be generous… Offer you another round…” He wondered, kissing your lips. “Would you like that?” He asked.

“Please. So close,” you whispered, chasing his mouth with yours.

He stretched and grabbed his pillow from the headboard, sliding an arm under your hips and lifting them up, placing the pillow right under your ass. “Do you need more lube, Candy?” He checked in on you, at which you shook your head.

“I just need you inside.” You replied miserably.

He pouted and got in position, cupping your jaw and sliding his thumb in your mouth. “Take it,” he said, his right hand pushing his cock in, only barely softened. Once he sank in and gave two tentative rolls of his hips, any sort of softness disappeared.

“Like this?” He asked, his nose curled adorably and sexily at the same time as his face scrunched at the effort of slow, deep thrusts.

You purred and shook your head. “Faster, harder… please.” You moaned before he started going even slower.

He chuckled. “What do I get in exchange for it?”

You opened your eyes and bit into his arm delicately. “Please,” you pleaded again. “I’m—” A tear rolled down your face. “It’s too good, let me cum, please, I love you. I’m your fuckdoll, Guk, please let me— I’ll be so tight around you, I’ll milk your cock so good, let me cum.”

He loved when you grew wobbly-lipped and teary-eyed. He loved seeing how desperate you always were for him, how much you depended on him for your pleasure.

He collected one of your tears with his lips, “are you crying for my cock?” He asked, wicked as usual.

You shook your head yes. “More, I’m begging you, Jeongguk. I’m begging you. I’m…” In an act of pettiness, you turned completely quiet, trying to rebel against him and his oversized ego. Self-sufficiently, your hands went to your boobs, grabbing them, pinching your nipples, sometimes climbing up to your throat and pressing against it softly.

He swatted your hand away, bending his mouth to your breast, tugging and suckling at your nipple messily, just as his arm grabbed your right knee and hooked it at his elbow, pushing your leg up, the angle so irresistible that your high finally peeked from around the corner. Still you stayed silent — mouth open, but quiet.

“Candy?” He called, curious about your sudden lack of noise.

You furrowed your brow and looked at him.

He tutted at himself. “Hard and fast?” He asked again.

You didn’t react. He rolled his hips deeper, hitting the spot you loved so much. Another tear spilled from your eye, but you proudly kept your stoic approach.

He smirked and started going faster, now that he had found the spot.

A small hiccup escaped your mouth.

“There we go, Candy.” He said, finally sure of his decision as he started pounding into you with everything he had in himself. “Touch your boobs, Candy.” He suggested as he saw you grow closer and closer. “So messy for this cock, uh? Whose is the best cock, Candy?”

“Yours.” You sobbed, your hips beginning to stutter, trying to meet his thrusts but too weak and sensitive for that.

“That’s right. You love this cock, Candy, don’t you?” He asked again.

“Only yours. I do, yes, please, Guk. Jeong— Guk, please I—” Your body thrashed against his as your orgasm finally caught you and drew you under.

Jeongguk’s head dove for your breastbone, pressing there as he tried to resist your high, currently threatening to drag him with itself.

As your climax persevered, he pushed your leg over his shoulder, picking up the other one too, sinking so deep with the new angle, his mouth kissing your calf, the inner side of your knee. “Is it good enough, baby?” He asked as he saw your eyes slowly flutter open.

Fuck, his jaw line was impeccable with that angle. “It’s perfect, Guk.”

“Nice, can you take another round, love?” He asked and damn, that nickname made you say yes, yes, ten thousand times yes with no hesitation.

He pushed his thumb in your mouth, against your tongue.

“I need to touch you.” He said, watching as his finger emerged drenched from your lips, immediately bringing it to your clit.

“Can you lift your ass?” He asked right as you obeyed, the angle so deep that he slowed down specifically to make sure he could guarantee you one more orgasm before he achieved his own.

His thumb replicated the motion of his tongue earlier in the shower, teasing the tender underside of your clit just as your eyes closed—

Too intense. Too much, you thought as your breathing slowed down again, your whole body focused on your kegels.

“Give me another… Work your magic, cockfairy.” He teased as your lips parted, your eyes flashing open before slowly, messily crossing and sliding shut again, your body too confused and overwhelmed to give a verbal reaction.

Jeongguk kept going, so, so close, his hips digging deeper with tiny rolls focused on staying in, enjoying every tight squeeze you had to offer, your hands leaving your breast as you tried to slap his hand away from your clit while his teeth began teasing your calf on one side, his deep moans unstoppable even when he turned to the other side and actually nibbled on your leg, his hand persistent in his torture.

“No. Oh god! Please. No! Oh— I need to— Yeah, yes...” You hissed as Jeongguk finally crumbled against your body and delivered the last few thrusts, deep, slow, so destructive as your head tipped back, your final high too much for your body to handle.

He looked down, where your bodies joined and with a loud growl, he came apart and spilled inside you, his cock swelling intermittently for so long he almost worried at some point. But the softness of your breasts, pillowing his head, and the warmth of your breath fanning over his head, your legs sliding off his shoulders, to his waist while your arms circled his back. “I love you, Candy. So damn much. I’m so in love with you baby.” He repeated on and on, trying to make up for each slur, each degrading word and idea he had used against you.

“I love you, baby.” He repeated again. “I love every little thing of you.” He kissed your breast — even though he truly aimed at the heart beating underneath. “I don’t want just the sex. You get it now?” He asked, nuzzling his hair against your bosom.

You caressed his head fondly.

“I get it now, of course, love.” You reassured him.

“You’ll lean on me, right? You’ll count on me?” He asked insecure, afraid at how many things he still had to learn about adult, mature relationships.

“I’ll lean on you. We’ll lean on each other.” You said, kissing his forehead as he raised his head.

“We didn’t finish the shower…” He mused, pulling out of your entrance carefully, staring as his seed dripped out of you and down your thigh.

You looked at his mesmerised expression.

He bit his lip before releasing it with a snap. “Fuck, you’re dripping.” He said before looking up.

And you don’t know if it was for the hot sight of his tattooed arm flexing, for his mop of damp long curls, for his wide, taut pectorals, for his lips glistening in drool or the dark lust in his eyes as he saw the mixture of his seed and your wetness oozing from your cunt, but you decided you were far from having enough.

“Didn’t they teach you to clean after yourself?” You teased with a cocked eyebrow.

His eyes climbed all the way to your gaze, finding the silent permission he was looking for.

And he dove for your cunt like a starving wolf.

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ix. strain

genre : DDLG!au word count : 5.4k warnings — little space, pet names, Jungkook’s head over heels, dry humping, hand job, oral sex (giving/receiving), overstimulation, squirting, things get angsty between the boys a/n : one part left ✌

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You watched Taehyung closing his suitcase with a heavy heart.

He got ready all day to depart and join his family for Christmas holidays. You tried not to look so down.

You totally understood them wanting to spend some time with their own but you couldn’t shake the sad feeling overwhelming you when you knew you wouldn’t get that chance.

Taehyung offered to take you back to the headquarters on his way to the airport but Jungkook had interjected quite abruptly saying he would take care of it.

The time to leave came and Taehyung hugged you, making sure to let you know he would miss you and that he couldn’t wait to see you again.

You could sense his deep bonding with his family. It meant a lot to him and he was excited at the thought of seeing them again.

He kissed you softly and gently, calming a little the bittersweet feeling that had settled in your heart. The goodbyes between him and Jungkook were quicker and less warm.

“What are you doing?” Inquired Jungkook after he spotted you dragging something in his room.

“ge’ ready.” You smiled with a small pout as you dragged your blankie inside your bag.

“So you’re going back?”

You looked down and shrugged.

Spending Christmas anywhere else than at the headquarters would sound fun, not that you would be short of anything there but the boys’ company felt way better in comparison.

“What if I told you you don’t have to ?” He grinned after lying down on his bed.

You furrowed your brows, intrigued.

“no goin’ back ?” You repeated, bringing a finger to your lips.

“Hm-hm, I’ll be staying here.” Jungkook moved to rest his ching on his hands. “Y’wanna spend your holidays with me?”

You started to nod, still unsure whether he was serious about it or not.

“Yeah, baby? I’m not messin’ with you… I’m really staying.”

You were delighted, totally looking forward to the next days as you threw yourself on him and hugged his neck as tightly as you could.

Jungkook laughed, relieved. He didn’t feel bad anymore about not visiting his family. He would think of sending them a few messages and videos still.

“Whew… For a second, I was afraid you would reject me.”

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You discovered Jungkook had a lot planned for the two of you, as if he had organized those holidays a long while ago and was impatiently waiting to get to do it all with you.

When he shared his schedule, you couldn’t tell which one of you was the most excited.

Among all the places he had in mind, there was one in particular which earned your interest — the two day journey at Disneyland.

It was settled to happen the second week so you had to suck your excitement to yourself and you did well, although the thought only was able to put a big smile on your face.

The day finally came and you couldn’t keep your feelings to yourself and Jungkook was overjoyed seeing you like this.

He felt satisfied he was able to get you interested in all the different activities he suggested to you. He couldn’t believe you hadn’t been to Disneyland yet but felt enthralled at the thought of being the one making you discover it.

Once there, he never let you out of his sight. You didn’t make it difficult for him either by being glued to his side. Everything there impressed you, from the number of people present to the different animations offered there.

Your gloved hand didn’t let go of his, not even when you wanted to take pictures with the people wearing stunning disguises—

Jungkook motioned you so would stand beside Mickey but you whined and went to hold his other hand, overwhelmed by the cartoon character standing too closely.

He chuckled at you while you kept staring curiously at the famous character from the corner of your eye.

He circled your shoulder and pecked your temple. “Smile to the camera, babygirl.”

He then went on to buy yourselves two headbands and a cute yet prohibitively expensive necklace. He encouraged you to ride as many attractions as possible.

You made him feel warmer than he had ever been inside him and he couldn’t feel bad about that part thudding aloud within because of the fact that he had you to him alone.

He found you adorable in your ways of showing your amazement at your surroundings, wanting to make sure he knew just how much you were enjoying yourself and how much appreciative of him you felt, all bundled up in your winter clothing.

It didn’t prevent him from having naughty thoughts cross his mind every now and then and letting his hands roaming you although he tried his best to keep them to himself until you got back to your bedroom.

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Jungkook pushed the door open to let you in first. He helped you out of your thick jacket and as soon as you could move freely, you lunged over your new backpack filled with all the accessories he had bought you.

“_________, let’s shower first. Okay ?”

You pondered his suggestion but didn’t fuss and listened to him.

After you were done, he watched you, to his dismay, hoping to get back to your new acquisitions you hadn’t forgotten about and emptied your bag on the carpeted floor.

He followed closely after having barely dried his hair.

He did not bother to catch the towel around his hips slowly loosening and sliding down the bulging muscles of his thighs. His skin awakened at the feeling of the surrounding air, showing paths of goosebumps along his taut stomach and arms.

He pondered the thought of remaining naked and eventually decided to slip a pair of black boxers on and undid the sheets.

“Bring all of it here... Much better this way.”

You listened to him quietly and quickly moved all your things on the clean beddings.

Jungkook caught one of the Polaroids and gazed at it lovingly, then took another one.

“They’d look good in your notebook, don’t you think?”

“he’e?” You asked, opening the brand new little mermaid themed book in the middle and looking up at him with a small frown.

His eyes looked heavy and stared up lovingly at the pretty pinkish glow flaming your face across your cheekbones and nose.

His hand wrapped gently around your thin wrist, “hmhm.”

“but, no glue?” You frowned deepened at the small pictures sliding down.

“Let’s see, we can use these for now.” He offered as he grabbed the stickers included with the book. “Like this, see?”

“oh,” you stared at his hands carefully sticking the Polaroids next to each other.

He smiled, “voilà.”

You went to lie on your front and picked one of the feltpen to add little doodles around the pictures.

Jungkook let his hand slide along your calf and beneath the hem of the bathrobe, gently kneading your smooth skin.

“________? Come lie next to me.”

You paid no mind to him.

“Baby…”

You eventually sat up when you felt proud of your drawings and turned around.

You gasped at the sight of Jungkook snuggling a pillow and snatched it from him to throw it across the room.

A lazy smirk parted his lips as you slowly curled up against him. He felt tingles spreading in his chest and downwards when your scent reached him as you rested your head beneath his chin.

“t’ank you.”

“You’re welcome, baby. It’s your Christmas gift from me.”

“but ______ no gift.”

“It’s okay. You’re my gift.”

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You stirred lightly, waking up little by little.

You made out Jungkook’s voice somewhat still distant and overpowered by the buzzing in your head.

You furrowed your brows and shifted.

“Careful baby,” he whispered and gently blocked you with his arm solidly rooted in the mattress to prevent you from tumbling down the edge of the bed where you were half lying on.

You turned your body the other way around and knuckled your eyes, still a bit tired.

He gazed down, cooing at you and softly nuzzled your cheek. “Are you up now?”

You slowly opened your eyes, blinking repeatedly despite the subdued light of his bedroom and a little dazed from your nap which had him smiling tenderly at you.

He kissed your cheek, hot and marked with sleep lines. “You had a good rest?”

You blinked up at him silently.

“Wanna drink?” He let you nuzzle against him and effortlessly sat up with your legs wrapped around his hips. “Up we go.”

He held you until he reached the kitchen and put you down on the counter.

You whined when he moved away from you and had him holding you some more, earning sexy chuckles from him.

Jungkook gently swung you side to side, craning his head down to peek at you staring into space. He relished moments like this, when you simply did not need anything else but to feel him while he cradled you affectionately.

Nothing, no one else made him feel protective over you as he could get during moments like these when he held your vulnerable self safely in his strong arms and felt your breathing fanning him softly.

He followed your gaze when you suddenly jerked a little away and turned your head to gaze ahead of you.

You whimpered when you looked over his shoulder while he kissed your temple.

He walked away to get your sippy cup filled with your favorite fruit juice while you sat up and stretched your spine to make out the strange thing you had noticed in the living-room.

“What’s wrong?”

You pointed behind him and he looked back.

“Oh, my surprise?”

“hm?”

“Wanna see it?”

You nodded and grabbed the cup from him and held your arms open so he could carry you again.

“Here.”

You climbed down and stared a long time at the new appearance of the living-room.

Bedsheets, blankets and comforters had been used with the help of chairs and couches to make a blanket fort.

The entrance was decorated with one of the Christmas tree garlands and opened on what appeared like a very cozy and intimate space surrounded with some cushions and your plushies.

You dropped down on your knees to get a better look.

“You like it?” He smiled down at you and you eagerly nodded, holding your cup with your two hands. “It’s just for the two of us… Go ahead… Crawl inside.”

You carefully did so and stopped midway to look back. He kneeled down to follow you and dropped heavily on one side of what served as the bed.

“I wanted to give it a name but I have no idea. I brought some of your colored pencils and books and other stuff.”

He pointed to a spot you hadn’t taken notice of behind you where several things were stacked along snacks.

“I made the roof high enough so we could still watch T.V if you want.”

You stretched your body out next to him to confirm his words and noticed along the way how wide the space of it still was with the two of you lying side by side.

He shifted to get more comfortable with a hand under his head while you chose to grab one of the sheets and pencil.

When you were finished, you held it up towards him and his eyes lit up at the words surrounded by hearts, flowers and a smiling sun — Knight Jungkook and Princess ________ ‘s castle

“Is it the name you want to give to it?”

You nodded with the soft spout of your cup hanging between your front teeth.

Jungkook took the piece of paper from you and sat up to get beneath the garland.

“I have nothing to stick it up with,” he pouted as he looked around.

He decided to lean it against the foot of the chair holding one part of the entrance up. “Now, it’s perfect.”

He lied back down and you crawled out to look at the rendering.

Naturally, he did not miss the way his shirt rode up to reveal your asscheeks curving enticingly beneath the lace of your panties.

He gave your bum three affectionate spankings before you sat back on your heels and looked at him over your shoulder with a smile.

“Like it?”

You nodded and handed him your empty cup to get rid of. He opened his arm for you to lie your head on and turned his body to face yours closely.

“What d’you want to do? Watch cartoons?” He trailed quietly.

Your fingers were playing with his chin. You shrugged and pulled him in a sudden embrace.

You weren’t feeling one bit tired and the whole atmosphere set with your new accommodation was making you feel kittenish.

You leaned back a bit to look up at him, gazing enthralled by his features, softened thanks to the warm hues emanating from the decorative lights. Your cold hand flattened against his chest he felt warming up beneath your touch.

His eyes smiled down at you. He moved his other hand to brush your hair to the side of your face, accentuating the roundness of your cheek.

He tilted his head to press his lips on your forehead and you did the same to his collarbones. Your fingers slid down to trace along the soft skin of his taut lower stomach.

His arm underneath you curled around your shoulder and his hand gripped it when you softly brushed the very subtle trail of hair connecting his navel to the hem of his sweatpants.

The impressive print of his soft dick was quite evident, even more so when you slowly nudged your thigh between his and pressed upward.

His hips bucked in response at the same time a sigh escaped him. You grinned a little.

You knew he wasn’t wearing anything beneath the cloth and you anticipated witnessing him swelling in front of your eyes.

A languid, steady rhythm took hold of your bodies.

You were now holding your weight on one arm, allowing him to get covered in the sweet scent of your hair cascading over his face. His breath was more labored now that he felt you scratching his back deliciously.

His hands held tight onto your waist and ass, blood growing his shaft larger and larger. The thickness of his pants did not allow you to feel his twitching but you were undeniably sure, his cock was now straining up.

A quick glance downward ruled in your favor when you noticed the glistening tip peeking past the hem.

You glided your nails up his spine until you reached his hair which you tugged at gently and clawed his back again to pull his pants down.

You felt yourself clenching at the sight of his taut asscheek, hollowing with each desperate push of his hips.

You pressed on his chest to get him to lie on his lightly bruised back and he helped you take off his sweats.

You threw them somewhere behind you and crawled on top to kiss him. His hands quickly cupped your face to deepen the sweet gesture, taking both of your breaths away.

When his grip loosened, you pecked and licked your way down his veiny neck, erect nipples heaving with each of his intake of air and continued until you reached the tiny puddle of precum wetting his skin where his thick head was resting, raging.

You kneeled up between his legs, smiling sweetly at him as you gently scratched your nails softly up and down his inner thighs.

Jungkook frowned down and made a move to grip himself but you stopped him. You pinched your lips as you planted his hands on either side of his body.

“Not allowed to touch?”

You shook your head with a cheeky smile.

“Can you at least take off my shirt?” He whined, throwing his head back. “Not really fair of you…”

You brought a finger to your mouth, in faux-pondering.

“okay.”

You pulled each of your arms inside his shirt and pulled it up to get your head out.

Your hair was sticking out in a funny way and Jungkook felt his heart swelling achingly at your endearing yet alluring sight.

His teeth dragged on his lower lip as he shamelessly coveted your figure and flexed his hard cock.

He didn’t look away when you eventually lowered your face nearby. You kissed along its veiny underside, down until you reached his heavy balls which parted a little in response to your touch.

“Princess, don’t tease… Please.”

You looked down after you leant up and watched closely while you ran the tips of your fingers back up his length.

He twitched again when you rubbed him where his head and his impressive shaft met.

He craned his head down, mouth hanging open “baby…”

You wiped the mini pool of precum and coated his head with. Jungkook relaxed his neck again when you finally closed your fist around him.

You bit your lip in amusement and shifted your weight on your hand to gaze down at his features progressively overcome by pleasure.

Moans began pouring out generously along the languorous motions of your thumb across his drenched tip.

Little by little, your fist pumped his throbbing cock and a fucked-out smile graced his angelic-like traits. He felt heavier and warmer in your palm and the lustful sight of him thrusting his oozing member at the pace of your hand turned you on all the more, ruining your underwear with your sticky juices.

“_______-”

Your eyes reluctantly teared away from his member to his face, now flaming with hot colors.

“I don’- I don’t wanna cum like this…” The veins in his neck were protruding invitingly. “Make me-... fuuck- make me cum inside you…”

Your thighs tightened and your clit throbbed.

Jungkook let out a content sigh when you indulged him easily.

He was close, painfully so.

So much so, he couldn’t wait any longer and in the matter of seconds you were free of your panties, although it was not the way you predicted it.

“Come, sweetheart…” He beckoned softly, throwing the remnants of the torn cloth next to him. “Climb on top of me. That’s it… Yeah, just like that…”

You let go of his cock and hovered your dripping cunt above it. He couldn’t help himself. His hand snaked between you to cup the sensitive skin there.

You closed your eyes in response when he began rubbing your wet lips, sliding his middle and ring fingers up and down in languid gestures along your slit and swelling clit.

He cooed when you whined out after he inserted them, looking back and forth between you and his hand getting wetter by the second.

You tried to regain a semblance of control and took his coated hand to your lips. Enthralled, he stared up as you slid his fingers in your mouth.

You carefully sat further down on him and began rubbing yourself along his cock.

Jungkook licked his fingers after you had finished and showed the will to move his hand down but you gripped it and laced your fingers together as you picked up the pace of your hips.

He could feel his cum move along his shaft and his muscles tighten reflexively the longer you rubbed your wetness against him.

His moans and whimpers increased in intensity. His fingers tightened around yours while he craned his head to stare down where your bodies met and froze right before he shot his first spurt of cum up to his neck. Five others followed to cover his chest, stomach and purple tip.

You decreased your pace progressively, smiling, thrilled. You leaned down to lick clean the thick spatters on his collarbones, smearing the rest of his mess on your own skin.

A little spent, Jungkook watched you closing your mouth around his sensitive tip, jolting awake his thighs.

Slowly, you bobbed your head, never looking away from his mad-like stare.

“C’mere.”

You crashed your lips together in a lazy, messy kiss.

“You know you don’t have to do that…” He grinned slackly. “One round is never enough… Never will be…”

You let him roll you on your back and gazed down when he licked himself off of you. Your lower stomach was clenching in anticipation.

He didn’t wait any longer before pressing his pads over your clit, making your thighs close reflexively.

“There’s my pretty pussy...”

You furrowed your brows as his fingers caressed the outline of your slit, sliding effortlessly along it.

“So soft… so sensitive, hm?” He cooed.

He surprised you when he puckered his lips around your clit, jolting your entire body to attention, earning a mewl past your quivering lips.

Unbeknownst to you, an animalistic, overjoyed grin crept over his face.

Your lids became heavy as he mercilessly twirled your swollen bud. The wetness pouring out of his mouth made the stimulation so much more intense that he already had you on the verge of your climax.

Unceremoniously, he thrusted in his fingers deep enough to meet the shallow end of your cervix.

“How come you’re still that tight...”

You tried a peek downward at him with your fist covering your mouth when you didn’t feel him anymore.

He bit his lips, ravenous, after he had withdrawn his fingers from your pussy to display the shimmery coating of your arousal.

A blush colored your cheeks as you watched him lap his hand clean.

You didn’t resist when he parted your legs even wider to engulf your entire cunt with his wet, warm mouth. His thick tongue flattened to slither it up earning an unforeseeable cry out of you.

Your raw bundle of nerves sparkled back to life with each of his tentative twirls and sensual strokes. Your mind steadily faded away in a black hole of mesmerization.

He pushed your legs back further until the top of your thighs touched your stomach as he slid his hot palms along the back of them.

They trembled and he hummed in satisfaction, having you overwhelmed.

He buried his mouth deeper and your mouth parted in a silent wail as you almost blacked-out in pleasure.

Your eyes were about to loll back the longer he kept swerving his tongue and he heard your pitiful attempts to have him to stop after you had regained some of your consciousness, coaxed by his overstimulation.

You felt tumbling again, this time in a much more powerful euphoria when you felt yourself erupting everywhere, convulsing hard.

Your body gave out and you were left a whimpering, slumped-out mess beneath his victorious gaze.

You didn’t have the strength to keep your thighs away from his risky hands resting about.

“My little baby,” he pouted, amused. “Was it too much?”

Your eyes were sealed with thick tears but you still could guess where Jungkook was and reached up. The air felt a little suffocating but it didn’t matter.

He indulged and closed the space between you as your arm rested around his neck. He softly kissed your face.

His cock brushed your clit in his motions and you moaned out in pain.

“Too sensitive?” He half-taunted.

“That’s too bad cause…”

He brought his lips right next to your ear, his tip prodding your abused cunt, and seductively whispered right before thrusting himself to hilt inside you.

“That’s the way I like you…”

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There was no doubt about the new closeness you and Jungkook had developed in Taehyung’s eyes.

In spite of everything he was telling himself to get some kind reassurance about his worth to your eyes, it wasn’t working. Not anymore.

He had been surprised to see you after his return, not that he wasn’t happy about it but when Jungkook revealed to him that you had spent the entirety of the holidays together, he didn’t quite understand the reason he keept it quiet.

While he tidied up his room and inadvertently knocked your bag over to come across one of the polaroids from those holidays, it hurt inside.

How many more secrets did you share with him?

It felt like going back in time, to those dreadful weeks when he seemed not to be your favorite anymore, when he wasn’t your center of attention, when you weren’t acknowledging him although this time around, he hadn’t done anything wrong to you.

He tried his best to recall if he actually did but the more he observed you, the clearer it got.

And just like a deck of cards, his hopes collapsed.

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“When are we supposed to get her back?” Jungkook shouted while getting a bottle of water out of the fridge.

“What did you say?” He asked again when he didn’t hear Taehyung the first time.

“You don’t have to worry about it.”

Jungkook frowned. “What ? Why ?”

His friend cleared his throat, “I… I put an end to the contract.”

They both remained silent a short while.

“You what ?”

“It’s over…”

“What do you mean it’s over ?”

Taehyung shrugged where he was sitting on the couch and didn’t even bother looking up from his phone. “I didn’t feel like keeping it up.”

In spite of trying his best to get his point, Jungkook couldn’t manage to since the words had trouble sinking in yet.

He forced himself not to lose his temper.

“Is it... Tell me, it’s not because you met someone that you stopped things just like that…”

“Jungkook… If one person involved wants it to stop, their choice prevails over the others.” Taehyung explained slowly after he eventually met his eyes. “Besides, you wouldn’t have been able to continue to pay the rent on your own…”

“But... I didn’t even get to have a word in it!”

“There’s nothing left to discuss… It just didn’t feel right to me… anymore…”

Jungkook tried to find legitimate reasons to show his best friend wrong but he didn’t. He couldn’t accept the idea of never seeing you again just because Taehyung suddenly didn’t feel like it.

“I don’t know… I still think it would’ve been great to… you know, discuss the matter together in the first place.”

He didn’t want this issue to be about him but — “You didn’t even let me say goodbye to her…”

“ ‘Kook, we’re not the first people she’s been with…” he huffed. “I don’t see why this is affecting you that much when I’m sure, it doesn’t mean anything to her…”

“You have no idea about that.”

Taehyung stood up and faced him, “come on… She is made to do this, to pretend it. All of it. Just to please us. Don’t tell me you’ve caught feelings for her when she was just doing her job…”

Jungkook stared hard back at him.

“But you liked her, just as much as I did… Why did all of it suddenly lose any interest to you?”

“It’s all fake. She’s expected to have us grow attached to her… She’s probably already forgotten all about you. Get over it.”

Taehyung proceeded to walk away when his roommate frowned at him.

“It’s you.”

He turned around. “What. About. Me?”

“You got jealous of us. Of me... That’s why you cancelled it.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes. “Stop it, you’re ridiculous.”

“No, Tae! I’ve seen it…” He raised a finger at him. “You couldn’t stand to see us together when you were around and … You got jealous…”

A snort escaped Jungkook.

“I’m sure the reason you got yourself some girl was so you could get yourself an excuse for when you’d take her away from me…”

“She’s not some girl… I-”

“Yeah? Well, give me names of people that get head over heels in after the week they met that stranger! Cause this feels pretty shady to me.”

The two men looked at each other, hurt.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about… I’m done with this discussion.”

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Jungkook was left furious and didn’t talk to Taehyung the rest of the day.

He looked up the company’s information the same night.

It didn’t sit right with him. It couldn’t end this way. It was inconceivable.

The following day, he went to the headquarters, walking through the same doors he did almost a year ago when Taehyung had successfully made him agree to all of it.

He never would have imagined what those doors incorporated. He never would have thought he would become attached to you, an utter stranger who day by day had managed to catch his heart; the same way he couldn’t conceive it all didn’t mean anything to you.

He understood what your job consisted of but all those moments surely had an impact on you, at least a little bit.

A man Jungkook didn’t remember ever seeing greeted him at the reception desk. He introduced himself and asked to talk to the same lady who set up the contract between you and them.

“Mr Jeon,” she exclaimed with a polite smile. “I’m surprised to see you here.”

“Hm… Would it be possible to talk somewhere private?”

“I would love to,” she kept her smile on, “but unfortunately I’m in the middle of a meeting and don’t have much time ahead of me. Is it urgent?”

Jungkook looked a little distraught. He seemed to be struggling to find the best way to explain himself.

“I- … Would it be… possible to talk with ________?”

“Well, ehm-”

“We had an argument with my friend and I think there has been a misunderstanding…”

“Well, Mr Kim has been perfectly clear and more than that about you two wanting to terminate the contract.” She assured him gravely.

“It’s just I didn’t have the time to talk to her one last time and I wanted-”

“Pardon me for interrupting you but this was stated distinctly in the terms of your contract — after its termination, it is impossible for the Sylph or the caregiver previously involved to contact any formerly interested party. It is not in the company’s interest to let them interact outside the terms of a contract.”

Jungkook sighed heavily.

“I’m sorry. There’s nothing I can do about it.”

“I understand.”

“I’m not supposed to tell you that but,” she started again after a short while. “Even if there had been a possibility for me to get her to see you one last time again, it wouldn’t have been possible.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because according to our decree, a Sylph cannot get in touch with any former client if a new, potential one is interested in them.”

Jungkook couldn’t believe it.

How many days had it been since Taehyung ended it?

It couldn’t have been more than three or four.

“I see.” He nodded. “Thank you.” He didn’t know what he was thanking her for but he left without another word.

Maybe Taehyung was right after all.

Maybe, they had just been passing trade who hadn’t affected you more than any of your other clients. Maybe he was overthinking everything else. After all, acting the way you had been during all those months had nothing natural.

Jungkook spent the rest of the day in his own head, stuck in past memories he had no physical remnants of, except for that picture in his phone.

He nimbly looked for it and when he did, he stared a long time at it.

He remembered that day clearly, you had spent it inside and had stayed in bed all along. It was one of the first times you two had been on your own and quite a while after he had gotten used to you and was taken with you.

He was the one holding his phone above you two but had his face nuzzling and kissing your cheek while you were gazing up at the lense, smiling with your hands covering your mouth.

He felt upset with himself for having only one picture of you.

He edited and saved it with himself cropped out.

He tried to go to sleep but the thought of it all not meaning anything to you was simply impossible to him and it kept him awake for hours, making him wonder how he could move on to something else...

Would anyone be able to fill the void you had left inside him ?

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Jungkook still took the liberty of visiting the company the following days in the hopes of getting updated on your situation but after the second time and in addition to the fact that he couldn’t be told anything because it fell under privacy matter, he was definitively refused entry and had to resign himself.

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The following week, you quit your job and the company failed to mention you about Jungkook’s visits.

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solastia · 4 years

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Sanctuary | 1

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x F!Reader

Word Count: 2,500

Summary: Your bed & breakfast has a new regular...Jeon Jungkook of BTS

A/N: So, yes it’s going to be a bit cheesy. Yes, it’s cliche. Yes, there’s a typical noona plot that’s a running theme for Jungkook. But this was literally requested and I decided that I wanted to try my hand at it. Let me know what you think. This first chapter is a little dry, imo, but it’s just a building chapter so hopefully you stick with it. Also, yes, they are speaking in Korean. I am not going to write in romanized because I hate that, and I’m not going to type in Korean then post translations at the end because I also hate that. Just imagine they are speaking in Korean to each other lmao.

There had been no warning that your life was about to change. No unusual weather, no ambiguous fortune in a tasteless cookie, no strange feeling swirling in your gut. You’d gotten up at your usual time, eaten your usual bowl of cereal while catching up on your emails since you didn’t have any guests to cook for, and now you were taking the dog for a walk - all without a speck of difference from the numerous days before.

This was why you were so unprepared to see huge frightened eyes pleading you for something from behind your enormous mountain lilac shrub once you’d arrived back to your bed & breakfast. So unprepared that you let out an undignified squeal and nearly slipped right onto your ass.

Your golden retriever, Thor, was surprisingly calm and simply sniffing at the person with his tail wagging slightly. Of course, he was literally trained for this as he was your emotional support animal. He was most likely waiting for the person to give him permission to come closer.

“What are…” you began to question, only to be interrupted by the strange sound of multiple running feet and the high-pitched screaming of a group of people.

A terrified whimper came from the violet-flowered shrub when the voices got closer, and you began to see pieces of the puzzle coming together.

“Guard,” you whispered to Thor, who quickly turned and plopped down in front of the bush, blocking the person from anyone’s sight.

The group finally rounded the corner and you were shocked to see a huge crowd of mostly females with one or two guys, all wild-eyed and panting from running. One of them, a young girl with a camera looped around her neck and what looked like a BT21 hoodie, spotted you and waved.

“Excuse me! Have you seen a guy run past here? Tall with brown hair, wearing a black face mask and a black hoodie?”

You pretend to think. “Oh, him? Yeah, I just saw him get into a cab. Said he was going to Passionfish, I think.”

The girl’s face lights up. “Oh!! The restaurant! Maybe he’s meeting up with the rest of the guys! Thanks!”

“No problem. What’s the big deal though? He steal something?”

She giggles, the shrillness piercing your ears. “As if he would. I guess you’re too old to know, but he’s famous. I’m totally going to get him to see me and I bet he’ll want to talk to me.”

Ah. One of those.

“Oh, cool. Good luck with that.”

The herd runs off, their ringleader now talking on the phone and probably trying to get a ride to the restaurant. You shake your head and head towards the bush, patting Thor on the head for a job well done.

“I think it’s safe to come out now.”

It takes a few seconds but you finally hear a rustling as the person works their way out of the branches and…

Oh.

Oh wow.

You’d thought your bush dweller to be any number of things. A punk hiding from someone he stole from. Someone getting bullied. Maybe some random famous golfer that stupidly walked too far away from his entourage.

Instead, you had Jeon Fucking Jungkook standing there looking bashful and ethereally beautiful next to the purple flowers like he’d just walked straight out of one of your dreams. Jeon Jungkook looking down at you with his hair being gently ruffled by the ocean air, his face mask drawn past his chin so you can see him clearly. Jeon Jungkook in front of your house in Pacific Grove of all places.

You sneakily pinch yourself, hissing as your nails dig into your skin.

Okay, so you’re not dreaming.

“Thank you,” he says softly, his voice somehow even higher whenever he speaks English.

You clear your throat and bust out your admittedly rusty Korean, bowing slightly.

“You’re welcome. Are you alright?”

His face lights up and he nods briskly. “Yes. You speak Korean?”

“Enough. I’m not the most fluent, but I taught English there for three years after college. I know enough to get by.”

The long breath he releases speaks of soul-deep relief, as though you’d just personally taken away all of his worries.

“Can I use your phone? I lost mine when I was running and I got lost and couldn’t figure out where the fuck to go...I mean. Sorry.”

You smile reassuringly, “It’s cool. I totally understand. I would have freaked too if I was being chased down by a bunch of crazies and couldn’t speak the language needed to get help. Where’s your security?”

He scratches his head sheepishly, grinning a little. “Ah, I guess you know who I am if you’re asking about that.”

You shrug and pet Thor, since he kept rubbing against you and whining.

“Yeah, I saw you around while I was living there and you guys are literally everywhere now so it’s a little difficult not to know. Don’t worry, I’m not nuts and I don’t plan on telling anyone where you are or that you were even here.”

He nods in thanks, “Sometimes they let me go out without security to just sight see and stuff, you know. Take some pictures and eat some food without a bunch of people watching me. I didn’t expect so many to recognize me here.”

“I’m a little surprised too, to be honest. I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

He shrugs like it’s no big deal, but you can see that he’s still reeling.

“Anyway, come inside and you can hide out and call whoever you need to call. My name is Y/N, by the way. And yes, I’m older than you. You can call me noona if that makes you comfortable.”

You walk towards the house, suddenly curious what he thinks of it. You probably shouldn’t care if he likes it or not, but you’ve put your everything into this place. You were proud of all the work you’ve done - most of it by your own hand, even. You’d painted the walls ivory, set the stone walkway, painted and installed the sky blue shutters. Even every flower in the now blooming garden was carefully planted and grown by you.

“Welcome to Sanctuary,” you grin and open the front door for him, waving him ahead of you. He steps inside and Thor rushes past you both to head towards the backyard, probably to see if the bone he was working on earlier was still there. You shake your head and close the door behind you, slipping out of your sandals in the entryway.

You smile to yourself as you watch him kick off his shoes and set them off to the side, something you’d gotten used to doing yourself in Korea, but no other guest here has ever bothered.

You observe him as he looks around curiously, judging his every expression. So far, so good. He’s probably gotten used to high-class digs these days, but you knew your place was nice enough. It was made for comfort.

He sniffs as he looks around, his nose wiggling in a way makes you want to call him a bunny. But you don’t want to get punched so soon after meeting him, so you restrain yourself.

“Smells nice in here.”

“Thanks. It’s my own blend that I put together for this place. A bit of the ocean, a few homey baking scents...it’s an odd combo but works for the area.”

You don’t mention that you like the way he smells. A little fruity, a little powdery...it was nice.

“Oh, uh, here’s my phone. I unlocked it for you. Just relax here in the front parlor and I’ll get you something to drink. You want water, coke? Beer? I dunno...whisky?”

He giggles and accepts the phone. “Coke is fine. Thanks.”

“No problem.”

You head to the kitchen and leave him to his business, wondering if you should bring him snacks too. If you busted out your supply of banana milk and banana kicks it would probably reveal that you knew way too much about him. You settle on bringing him a plate of cookies that you’d made the night before.

You hum to yourself as you walk back to the parlor, catching him just as he’s saying goodbye to whoever he was talking to. He accepts the coke with a nod and grins as soon as he sees the plate of cookies, his impossibly wide eyes growing even larger as he looks them over. He grabs one and takes a huge bite, munching happily.

“By the way, I fixed your wallpaper.”

You startle and glance at him curiously, trying to remember what it had been. Oh…

“Yugyeom, really?”

He shakes his head at you teasingly and tosses you the phone. He’s changed the wallpaper to himself. A selfie, actually, with your window that faced the ocean sitting in the background.

“Hey, he’s adorable, okay?”

Jungkook snorts and grabs another cookie, settling into the grey couch with a sigh.

“My manager will be here in a little while to pick me up. Thanks again.”

“It’s really no problem.”

“So, you work here by yourself or…?”

“I own the place, actually. I saved up most of my pay when I was abroad and put it together with some loans and what I managed to save up over the years. Poured pretty much everything into this place. It’s modest compared to what else you can find around here, but I love it.”

He nods, “It’s nice. It feels safe here.”

You smile happily, “That’s what I’m going for. Hence the name.”

“Where did you live in Korea?”

“Busan, actually.”

He excitedly blurts out, “That’s where I’m from!”

You snort, “I know. I actually taught at Baekyang middle school. Every class liked to remind me that “Jungkook went here, did you know that.” Drove me crazy.”

He laughs, shaking his shaggy hair. “What’s your favorite place there?”

You thought for a moment. “Probably Dadaepo beach. I liked to go make a whole day of it and go bird-watching, have a picnic on the beach, just relax. I liked that it wasn’t as packed as the other places. Reminded me of my favorite place here at home, actually, so I’d usually go whenever I felt a little homesick.”

He nods, “I know the place. I like to go there and draw, sometimes. Not that I’m home much, anymore.”

“Can I ask what you’re doing here, of all places?”

He shrugs, “We were doing some work with an artist that lives around here. I can’t say what. I had some free time today, so I went exploring. I went to the Monterey Bay Aquarium because I heard they have sharks, but they didn’t. I was told I could get some good shots of the ocean here, though.”

“Ah, the great white. Poor dude died awhile ago. They still have tiger sharks and stuff, but I get it. As for pictures, try Lover’s Point Park. Best place for that, despite the name,” you laugh.

He grins and nods, taking a sip of his drink. The two of you fall into silence as you wait for his ride. You feel maybe a tad bit shy and awkward, but not too bad. He seems perfectly content sitting there, swaying side to side as though it’s impossible for him to sit still.

Thor finally comes back from his trip to the backyard, heading straight for Jungkook. He stops right in front of him and waits patiently. Jungkook smiles and holds out his hand, which Thor takes as permission to come near. He immediately plops his head onto Jungkook’s thighs, his tail wagging crazily.

“He’s so nice. What’s his name?”

“This is Thor,” you answer with a smile. “Man, he really likes you.”

Jungkook giggles and scratches Thor’s ear.

Suddenly, there’s a frantic knock on the front door. You frown slightly, sad that this has to end so quickly. You feel like you just came off as some boring old lady without a single interesting thing to say, despite the fact that you were only a few years older than him. Hardly ancient and not even near enough thirty to start panicking yet. You supposed, in the end, it doesn’t really matter. You’d never see him again. His group never even has concerts anywhere near you, so really, it doesn’t matter if you were memorable or not. You managed to give him some help when he needed it and that was enough.

He stood up slowly and shuffled towards the door, ignoring it when the knock came again. He sighed and stuffed his feet into his shoes and turned to you with a small smile.

“Thank you for your help, noona. I really appreciated it. I won’t let Manager Sejin in because I know he’ll try to make you sign stuff, but I trust you.”

“Oh, if you want me to sign something, I will.”

He shook his head. “It’s okay. I always feel weird making people do that anyway.” The knocking grows louder, making Jungkook frown at the door. “Guess I really need to go.”

“Yeah, it was nice meeting you, Jeon Jungkook.”

He grins and holds out his hand, his larger one engulfing yours completely when you accept his handshake. He bows over your connected hands.

“It was nice meeting you too, Y/N.”

He finally opens the front door himself, and you catch a glimpse of the famous Manager Sejin before Jungkook is dragging him down your stone pathway towards a tinted black SUV. You stand in the open doorway, leaning against the frame as you watch him climb in and roll down the window. He waves enthusiastically at you, smiling so much his eyes do the crinkle on the sides that never fails to make your heart flutter. You wave back despite Sejin watching you closely. You watch as the car pulls away, waiting until the last flicker of black is gone before shutting your door and leaning against it.

So...that just happened.

Your mind was trying hard to process everything. You couldn’t really figure out how you were supposed to feel. If you were some crazy fangirl you’d probably be screaming right now, but that didn’t feel right. Still...your heart was beating insanely fast, and your hands were still shaking. You’d hidden it fairly well while Jungkook had been here, but you’d gotten pretty good about hiding your anxiety over the years.

You wander back to your parlor and drop into the high-backed recliner that was your favorite, Thor promptly running over and laying his head onto your lap. You slowly comb your hands through his fur and try to calm down, focusing on your breathing and Thor’s comforting presence.

Once you were calm enough, you head to your office and lose yourself in busy work. Even though you didn’t have any guests at the moment, you still had plenty of future bookings to prepare for, and there was always paperwork to do.

You’d managed to not think about him or what had happened for a whole three hours, until your message tone beeped and you looked at your phone. There was that selfie again, with his cute smile and happy v sign...and a message from a “JK.”

JK: Hi, Y/N Noona! I sent myself a message earlier so I could thank you properly. They tracked down my phone for me! What can I do for you? Tickets? Signed something?

You: I don’t need anything. Just stay safe.

JK: I’m going to figure something out on my own then! And you can’t complain!

You: You’re very stubborn ._.

JK: I know ;)

Jk: I have to go. Hyung’s are giving me the look. Goodnight! Pet Thor for me.

You: Will do. Night.

You sigh and set down your phone, patting your cheeks, surprised and yet not to find that they are burning. You’re blushing like a middle schooler over a couple of meaningless messages! Most likely he would forget all about you by tomorrow, knowing how hectic his life is. You didn’t blame him for that, but it was sweet that he was so insistent on thanking you for something any decent person would do.

You ruffle your hair and head to the kitchen to make dinner. It was best to just get back into your routine and move on with your life. There was no chance you’d ever see Jeon Jungkook again.

#bts #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #jk x reader #jungkook x reader #bts scenarios #jungkook scenarios #solastia #sanctuary

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littlemeowmeowschimmy · 5 years

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I Fell in Love with the Devil [Namjoon x Reader]

credit: mochiggukb

Requests opened!

Genre: Angst // Romance

Master list

Summary: When Namjoon had stolen your heart in high school, you never associated it to him being anymore than just human.....

“I fell in love with the devil....I’m underneath his spell.”

A/N: Ahh have you guys listened to Avril’s new music? I’m dying on the inside coz I love it so much. This title comes from one of her new songs, I hope you enjoy it!

It was more than you could ever asked for. Not only was he was sweet, he was charming and lovely. You realized soon that you were starting to fall in love with this man, even though you didn’t have his contact information. You knew who he was just based on his appearance. Who wouldn’t know who he was?

Kim Namjoon was the talk of the entire school. Everyone fell for him, wanted to be him, or just was jealous of him. He was good at pretty much everything, despite a few minor flaws but you would eventually pass them to the side. All you wanted was to know him, get close to him, and maybe even date him. But you knew that he was out of your league, so you never really too interest in talking to him.

You tucked some hair behind your ear, moving yourself through the halls while keeping your head down. You didn’t want to be a burden to anyone, so you never really made friends. It wasn’t even a month in your new school and you had already found someone to obsess over. However, it never occurred to you that this man you were obsessing over was the devil himself.

You would never realize it until it was too late. It had been a little over two years since you graduated from high school and you were looking back at your old yearbook. Namjoon hadn’t crossed your mind until recently, because you had saw him walking out of the convenient store. He was wearing a black hoodie, a white baseball cap, and some baggy sweats. It seemed as if he didn’t want to get recognized.

You respected his decision and didn’t approach him. Which landed you in your position where you were looking back and reliving those memories. You didn’t know exactly why Namjoon was so popular back then, nor did you understand why he didn’t have many friends. He only surrounded himself with seven people, most of whom had different personalities.

Seokjin was the eldest only by a few years. He often stopped by after hours to pick the five of them up. He too was the talk of the school because he was known to be handsome as well too. His soft eyes, delicate skin, and lean body. He was hard to miss because of his broad shoulders, but they weren’t a sight for sore eyes.

Yoongi was just a year younger than Seokjin, but he too came to pick the others up. From the outside he held an arrogant look, but from what was being rumored back then, he was just as big of a teddy bear. You didn’t really enjoy being around Yoongi because he seemed to give off a “Fuck you” aurora..

Hoseok was in the same age group as you and Namjoon. He seemed to get along well with everyone and was the loudest out of all of them. However, he had sensitive ears and was easy to scare. Normally because you would often hear Namjoon pick on Hoseok for jumping at a book falling..

Jimin and Taehyung were in the same age group and were a year younger than you. They were often the pranksters who enjoyed watching Hoseok freak out. You were drawn to Jimin, however your sights were mainly on Namjoon. You couldn’t understand how both of them could stuff so much food in their mouths and no choke on it either..

Finally there was Jungkook. You pushed the page over to see him smiling with the rest of them. He was the youngest out of all and seemed to be very shy at first. It was only in your last semester did you see him come out of his shell more. He seemed to vibe well with the others, but also played a little too much.

You munched on a cracker looking at the picture of them that made it in. You often wondered whatever happened to them because you didn’t see them much after graduation. Just thinking about your weird obsession with Namjoon made you realize how cringey you were in high school. But there was something that drew you in, yet you didn’t understand what it was.

Would you ever mend your broken heart? Or was it simply just an obsession?

The sun was setting on another day. You stretched in your chair, scratched the back of your head, then spun around. You were working in your studio late because you had to get your portfolio out by sunrise tomorrow. You pushed some hair up because you didn’t want to get any paint in it. Namjoon had crossed your mind several times as you wanted to know what he was doing.

You wanted to see how life was holding up, but you hadn’t particularly come out of your shell. Since high school, you didn’t meet many people. Humanity never interested you because there was too much bad to outweigh the good. You assumed that nothing would get fixed, nor would people ever be good. Most everyone was concerned about themselves.

You brought your paint brush up to your mouth. Pressing it against your lips as your eyebrows scrunched in thought. The white canvas in front of you could have endless possibilities, yet you didn’t know what you wanted. You sighed heavily, pushing some thoughts out before sinking back into your chair. You looked up, giving a silent thought before looking back down.

You were silently asking for help since this was a huge project to you. This was supposed to go into a gallery to get your name in the public eye. There was way to much pressure applied and you wanted to make sure that everything was going to be alright. You closed your eyes, only to open them and jump in your seat.

In front of your canvas a man sat on a stool. His legs crossed and his eyes focused on his nails. He wore a black suit and tie, his hair styled perfectly. That same tug from two years ago started again as you stared at him. Just like before, his skin was perfect. No blemishes, no cuts or even freckles.

“Ah [Y/N], it’s been awhile.” he spoke as he now noticed he had your attention. Namjoon looked almost exactly as he did before. It seemed as if nothing had changed about him, which almost scared you to death.

“What are you doing in my apartment Namjoon?”

“You called.” It was silent at first then you shook your head.

“I don’t even have your number.”

“Oh but sweetheart, you don’t need my number if you’re calling the devil.” He flashed his purely whites, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he pushed himself off the stool. It vanished almost completely as he moved himself closer to you. Your heart was pounding right about now and you wanted to know how he was doing this and why he called himself the devil.

The closer he got, the more you heart pounded. You already dropped your paint brush as you sat there frozen. Your eyes were darting between Namjoon and your canvas. Then you shifted your focus around the room, but there was no windows. Not unless he somehow dropped through the roof where there was one for your kiln.

“You need to explain yourself or I’ll call the cops.” You mentioned bringing your hands out as you turned your head away from him. You were trying your hardest not to give into your temptations. Namjoon cocked an eyebrow, then relaxed it as something crossed his mind.

“So you’re one of the difficult ones.” he mentions bending down so that he could be your eye level. You blinked a couple of times as you wanted to know what he was talking about. Namjoon looked at you, bringing himself close as he tilted his head a little to the side. This was the closest you had ever been to him as you wanted to immediately wrap yourself around him.

This urge to tell him everything was bubbling from the inside. You needed to stop yourself by placing a hand over your mouth. Namjoon watched you suffer, causing his purely whites to come out again. You squeezed your eyes shut contemplating if you really wanted to do what your body was telling you to do.

“Darling,” Namjoon starts lowing his gaze for a second, only to bring his hand up to brush through his hair. “I know why you called for me so don’t worry about telling me anything, but I know you want to do something. It’s better to give into temptation than to hold back.” he pauses again flashing his teeth which was a bad idea because you opened your eyes.

You noticed that he hand more defined K-9s than most. As your eyes made their way up, you noticed that his facial features had stayed the same but his eyes. Instead, the iris’ where red and his ears were slightly pointed. “I know how temptation works, I invented it of course.” he brags bringing his hand up to take yours.

“Now tell me, what is it you want?” shifting your hand close to his body so he could start fumbling with your fingers. Your heart was racing in your chest as you were trying to put the pieces together. It had only occurred to you now after all these years why he could get away with anything.

The words didn’t come out of your mouth because you were in shock. Everything was still fresh and new you couldn’t do anything. Even with the distraction of Namjoon in front of you, it was like your mind had switched off and you were frozen. The devil sighed, his shoulders coming up dramatically then downwards.

He mumbled something in Latin then pushed himself up. Taking his jacket off, he started to roll his sleeves up. Pushing them away while showing off his muscular frame. He turned around, grabbing your fallen paintbrush, moved forwards so he could start to paint. It was like nothing to him as everything started to come into place.

The painting was simple but it was also a sight to look at. You watched as Namjoon didn’t get any paint on his clothes, nor did he get any paint on himself. Instead, all of it landed perfectly on the huge canvas. It was like he had done this for years...or was he using magic to do it?

“Don’t try and wrap your head around the whole devil thing.” Namjoon says after an hour spent painting. “It’s too hard to understand for humans anyways.” setting the brush down to take a step back. It seemed as if he wasn’t done yet and wanted to take a break. You didn’t understand why he was doing this, or had he read your mind?

“Before you say anything..” The words finally coming out as you pushed yourself off of your chair. “Do I owe you anything?”

“Why of course. I’m doing you a favor, so you owe me something in return.”

“What is it?” Namjoon’s eyes darkened for a split second, only to move himself closer. The face he had on earlier was gone and you were met back again with what you had known for years.

“That is for me to know and for you to find out.” As he bops your nose then returns painting.

You spread yourself across your bed that following evening. The events from earlier today still playing out as you, despite Namjoon’s piece of advice, was still trying to understand everything. What you couldn’t get under your belt was the fact that he was the devil. Namjoon didn’t seem like the devil, but you couldn’t mistake what he had shown you before painting.

His true colors were still frightening as you tried to erase that from your mind. You didn’t want to accept that all these years later....

You had fallen in love with the devil..

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imaginethisbts · 7 years

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Lust & Errors 05

Rated: M

Warning: Excessive graphic smut, age gap, recreational drug use, angst, slight dub-con.

Summary: Step brother, fuck buddy… They were one and the same now. But what started out as some mindless fucking game, quickly turns into something much more difficult and complex.

Note: well, well, well.... look what the fuck it is. lol this was over 25k but i removed an entire scene because it completely threw off the flow and i wasn’t happy with it but here’s 19k anyways :))))

Words: 19.7k

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Seven twenty-three.

The clock taunted you, reminding you that this god foresaken party had hours left to go.

Amongst all of the sharp-dressed men and elegant women, you were the only young person in the vincity, no one being under the age of thirty five. It was awkward and boring because you literally had no one to talk to, on a casual-level that was.

Jimin would usually come to the parties just to save you from dying of bordem, but he had other plans tonight. Like almost every teenager on a Friday night, save for your stupid self.

Slowly, you made your way to the staircase and looked around, checking to see if anyone was paying any attention to you so they wouldn't call out or question your departure. After failing to notice anyone paying attention, you sneakily made your way up the stairs - to your freedom.

On the way up, you couldn't help but to feel like you were being watched, eyes trained on your back, but you figured it was just paranoia and continued upwards with quick steps.

Tonight your father was hosting one of the parties for his work, which at one point in time used to be glamarous in your eyes. Back when your mother was still alive, you looked forward to the parties because you and her always went shopping for new dresses and got your hair done, pampered yourselves for the special occasion.

Now, they were simply boring and quite honestly inconvenient.

Because your father insisted that you be present during them, to mingle with his colleagues - charm them, perhaps. You had to be the picture perfect daughter, just like your mother had to be the picture perfect wife back when she was alive. But they were inconvenient, like tonight, because your school was having a huge basketball game, home team playing against their biggest rivals, and you wanted to go with Jimin so badly, but you had to be here. Smiling in old men's faces and having to endure the old ladies' patronizing attitudes towards you.

It felt like the worst type of punishment.

When you made it into your bedroom, you slammed the door with frustration and jumped onto your bed, not even bothering to take off your nice dress first. After a moment, you retrieved your phone off of the nightstand and navigated to your text messages.

"How's the game going? ;/" You sent a text to Jimin and then dropped your phone onto your stomach with a huff. It took about a minute or two for a response and you read it quickly.

"Bout to hit half time, they up by 2 pts. We need you here :("

Your chest tightened with jealousy and your eyes pathetically stung with tears, hating how stuck you were. You were fifteen years old, stuck at the house on a Friday night, having to entertain rich old people, when you should be out, living your life and hanging out with your friends, having fun.

This sucked.

Another ping came from your phone and you expected it be another text from Jimin, but you were completely surprised when you saw his name above the new message.

Jungkook.

With fingers faster than lightening, you tapped on it to read it, heart beating quickly.

"Hey wyd"

It was so simple and basic, yet you read it over and over and over again before you typed out and sent a response.

"Hi! Nothing much just stuck at home and wishing I was at the basketball game tonight >.< What about you?"

Forty three seconds and then ping. And no, you were not counting.

Okay, maybe you were.

"Wanna go?"

God, you wanted to type out a big, all caps YES, but you knew you couldn't.

"I do, but I can't."

"Why? Lol I'll come pick you up"

You sat back after reading that, looking away from the screen and up at the ceiling, thinking. What if you snuck out? Surely your father was too busy to actively look for you if he couldn't see you around downstairs.

Without thinking on it any longer, you quickly replied to Jungkook and then jumped off of the bed, shedding your dress onto the floor and looking for something more casual to wear. You ended up throwing on some black leggings and the oversized school sweatshirt that you had borrowed from Jimin and never gave back. Your hair was perfectly done and curled, looking odd with your choice of outfit, so you grabbed a hair tie off of your dresser and threw it up in a ponytail.

Looking in the mirror, you gave yourself a once-over and then nodded your head in approval.

Much better.

With your anxiety level through the roof, you snuck down the stairs that led into the laundry room. Carefully, you slipped out into the hallway, looking down into the kitchen to see if anyone noticed your presence and then you turned and quickly moved down the rest of the hallway to the back door.

When you finally got outside, you let out a deep breath and placed your hand over your racing heart. That was terrifying and exhilirating at the same time and you found yourself laughing, hands cupping your flushed cheeks and feeling the adrenaline rushing through your veins.

Your phone rang in your purse and you quickly retrieved it, moving away from the back door and into the backyard. It was Jungkook calling and you answered it, bringing the device up to your ear.

"Hey," you greeted, breathless and smiling.

"Hey, I'm here. Where are you?"

Walking through the backyard, you made your way to the fence, opening the latch and slipping through before clicking it back into place. "I'm coming, had to sneak out the back door."

"Yah, you bad girl," Jungkook said lightly with a chuckle, and your cheeks seemed to flush even more when he called you 'bad girl'. You liked it a little too much for some reason. "Damn, there's a lot of cars out here. Nice ones too. What's going on at your house tonight?"

With a roll of your eyes, you shook your head as if he could see you. "Some stupid party of my dads," you approached your driveway and saw Jungkook's car parked out on the street. "Hey, I see you, be there in a sec." And then you hung up, stuffing your phone back into your purse and speeding up to get to his car more quickly.

Once you got in, you looked over at Jungkook and gave him a shy grin, tucking your hair behind your ear. "Hey,"

For a moment, he just stared at you, and then turned the car on before pulling off. "You smell good," he said in response, glancing at you.

Your cheeks were on fire and you laughed lightly. "Thank you? It's sweet pea, I think."

"Sweet pea," he echoed, nodding his head. "I like things that smell good."

With enough courage to fight a lion, you tried to reply nonchalantly. "Oh, does that mean you like me, Jeon Jungkook?" And despite the fact your heart was thumping in your chest, you tried to remain cool.

Jungkook didn't reply, but he gave you one of his little smirks, eyebrow raised as if he was telling you it was up to you.

If you were brave enough, you could take that as a yes.

But you weren't very brave, so you opted to let out a little laugh and look out of your window, not pressing the subject any further.

Your cheeks were going to explode.

When you showed up to school, the parking lot was packed, telling you how many people were attending the game. You couldn't wait to get inside and feel the excitement and to cheer for your home team, so you ended up grabbing Jungkook's hand and running towards the building, wanting to get inside as soon as possible.

Once you got in and made your way to the gym, you were immediately met with bright lights and the sound of sneakers squeaking on the court. There were so many people squeezed onto both sides of the bleachers and you instantly tried looking for Jimin in the sea of bodies. He must have been waiting for you, because he jumped up and waved frantically to catch your attention.

Looking at Jungkook, you noticed the way he was looking around the gym, at all of the people, an almost spooked-expression on his face.

"Crowds not your thing?" You asked him, reaching for his hand reassuringly and to lead the way to Jimin.

"Depends," he mumbled back an answer, following you easily.

"Depends?"

"Yeah. Depends on the crowd. This, isn't exactly my thing. Pep rally, school spirit, type of shit."

You laughed at that. "It's just a basketball game." He made a displeased noise anyways. "Okay then, what crowds do you like?"

"I don't know, chill crowds? Just not this basically."

Frowning, you made it up to the bleachers, pausing on climbing up them in favor to turn around and face Jungkook. "If you don't like these type of crowds so much, then why did you agree to come with me?"

Jungkook only stared at you for a moment, as if you knew the answer to that question you just needed to think a little harder. "Come on, up you go," he turned you around towards the bleachers so you could start climbing them, with him following close behind.

There was a strange feeling in your chest now from Jungkook's change in behavior, but you tried your hardest to ignore it, not wanting it to ruin your good mood.

"Finally! I didn't think you'd make it," Jimin shouted over the loudness of the gym once you made it up to him, hugging him before taking a seat on the metal bleachers and Jungkook sat on the other side of you, leaving you to be in the middle.

The energy in the gym was infectious, everyone cheering, wearing their team's colors and waving pompoms in the air. You smiled, loving the atmosphere and thinking of what a contrast it was to your father's party back at home.

You glanced at Jungkook and saw him staring off into the crowd, as if he was watching someone. Trying to follow his gaze, your eyes ending up landing on Hyuna, one of the senior girls. Also one of the prettiest girls in school, if not the most.

A jealous pang stabbed at your chest, at the fact Jungkook's attention was on some other girl, and you boldly intertwined your fingers with his, grabbing his hand and pulling it into your lap, squeezing it.

His head whipped to the side to look at your connected hands in surprise, and then he shifted his eyes to look up at your face. A curious glint was inside of them, but instead of pulling his hand free like you had initially feared, he just squeezed yours back and looked off at the court. Apparently content to leave them intertwined.

Your heartbeat increased and you had to bite your lip to hide the smile threatening to break out, feeling happy and giddy on the inside.

So caught up in Jungkook, you didn't even realize how tense Jimin had gone beside you until you bumped into his rigid form. Surprised, you looked over at him and saw him glaring at you and Jungkook's connected hands resting in your lap. When he noticed that you caught him staring, he looked back off at the court and huffed.

"What's the matter?" You leaned over to ask in his ear, but you weren't stupid. You already knew.

Jimin shrugged his shoulders, shaking his head. "Nothing." And then he kissed your cheek as a way to make you drop it, but you rolled your eyes, knowing that his 'nothing' was a lie.

"Yeah, I totally believe that."

"Strange choice of company, that's all." Jimin whispered back, choosing to cheer and clap when your school scored, ending the conversation.

An anger boiled inside of you at Jimin's ignorant judgement on Jungkook. You knew what he thought of Jungkook, and all of it wasn't true. You knew it because you used to think the same way about him, until you got to know him and found out that he was really just a kind, selfless person.

What it seemed like on the outside, wasn't what was on the inside. And you wished everyone could see that, especially Jimin since he was so important to you, and Jungkook was slowly becoming that way to you as well.

You wanted them to be able to get along.

Home: 27. Visitors: 25.

The school won, and after cheering profusely with all of your fellow students, you, Jungkook and Jimin made your way out to the parking lot of the school.

It was awkward because no one was speaking, so you decided to break the silence. "That game was so intense, and I didn't even see all of it!" You spoke up, looking between the two guys. "I'm so happy I got to come and see the end,"

There was more silence, but then, "So, did you enjoy the game Jungkook?" Jimin suddenly asked, and Jungkook who had been looking down, whipped his head up at the sound of Jimin addressing him.

"Y-yeah, like ____ said, it was intense," Jungkook looked and sounded anxious, and it made you mad because you knew he could pick up on Jimin's feelings towards him and it was clearly making him feel uncomfortable.

You glared at your best friend, wanting to tell him off right then and there in defense of Jungkook, but you knew that would only make things worse and have Jimin mad at you.

And you didn't want that. Because as angry as it made you for Jimin to wrongfully judge Jungkook, you knew he was only outwardly expressing it because he cared about you.

When you told him you were going to be tutoring Jungkook, he freaked out and began enlightening you of all the rumors about him, and had no issues with expressing his dislike of the situation and Jungkook himself. He begged you to be careful, because apparently there was a rumor going around that Jungkook's father was a gang lord and Jungkook was already enthralled into the lifestyle.

That rumor was so far from the truth that it was laughable. Little did everyone know, Jungkook's father wasn't even in his life and he lived in a shabby little apartment with his mother and during his down time when people thought he was out doing drugs and vandalizing the city, he was actually sitting at home, listening to his music and drawing in his sketchpad.

He was still just a kid, even if he didn't act like it.

You finally came to the conclusion that Jungkook was an enigma, and when people couldn't figure things out, they just made things up to try and make themselves feel better about not knowing.

"Jimin! Jimin!" A voice shouted and you all three turned your heads in the direction it came from out of curiosity. It was Suyoung and she was quickly approaching in a jog. "Jimin, a huge group of us are going to MinSun's to celebrate the win. Wanna come?" She said upon arrival, looking at you afterwards, and then at Jungkook. "You two are welcome to come too." She added, her gaze lingering on Jungkook, as if she were a bit hesitant about him and then she finally averted her attention back to Jimin.

Jimin nodded his head in agreement. "Yeah, sounds fun. What about you ____?" He looked at you for your answer, but instead of giving him one, you looked to Jungkook.

"Do you want to go, Jungkook?" You asked him, and his face scrunched up slightly in distaste and he shook his head.

"I got work tomorrow morning and I should probably, uhh, get home." You could tell he was lying straight through his teeth. He didn't exactly seem like a person who cared about how much he slept. However you knew better than anyone that things weren't always as they seemed when it came to Jungkook, but you really really wanted him to go.

"But you're my ride home and I really wanna go." You pouted slightly, sticking your bottom lip out a little. Surely he'd cave with a little bit of persuasion.

"____, just let him go. I'll give you a ride home." Jimin chimed in, a petty tone to his voice that made you want to scoff.

Jungkook shot Jimin a look, his brows furrowing slightly. Clearly picking up on his tone and becoming defensive.

"Nah, I'll go," Jungkook threw back, eyes boring into Jimin. "Come on, let's head out." He told you, grabbing your hand and leading the way to his car.

For some reason, you felt guilty now. As if the two wouldn't be at each other like that if you hadn't been so pushy.

You looked over your shoulder and waved at Jimin, who just gave you a half-hearted one back before walking off with Suyoung, shaking his head.

Great. Now your best friend was clearly not happy with you and you already knew you'd be hearing about it over a long novel-like text message probably late tonight when you were laying in bed.

So crowds weren't Jungkook's thing. And maybe they even gave him a little bit of anxiety. Or alot. Especially when said crowd were hollering, laughing loudly, taking selfies and moving about like ants in the tiny restaurant, claiming the public place as their own. He wasn't in his element. At all. He wasn't bright and social and hyper like the rest of the people his age here. He almost felt too old to be hanging out with these people, but that obviously wasn't the truth.

And the thing that aggravated him the most was that he wished he could be that way sometimes. Carefree, without having the responsibilities most sixteen year olds couldn't imagine having. But acting that way now would only serve to make him feel uncomfortable and out of place. He just didn't have it in him anymore - was forced to grow up more quickly than everyone else his age.

"Jungkook!" The sound of his name brought him out of his thoughts and he looked over to see you holding your phone up, wanting a picture with him for your snapchat.

He chuckled, leaning over and scrunching his nose up for the selfie. Once it was taken, you flipped through the filters until you found the right one and then posted the picture.

"Perfect," you chirped when you looked over at him with a small smile, your eyes connecting with each other and in that moment, he wanted nothing more than to lean down and kiss the smile on your lips. And maybe he would have, if it weren't for all of the people around to judge him.

His eyes flicked down to your lips, plush and parted and begging to be kissed. He bit his bottom lip at the sight.

With a huff, he tore his eyes away and pushed his chair back away from the table, quickly deciding that he needed some fresh air before he tackled you to the ground and kissed you silly.

You looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes when he stood up. "Where are you going?"

"Gonna step outside for a minute," he answered, smiling lightly.

"You okay?" There was a hint of concern to your voice.

"Perfect, just need a cigarette." He chuckled, and you smiled sheepishly, nodding.

"Well, okay. Hurry back," you reached for his hand, gripping it tightly and then letting it go.

Jungkook looked around at everyone at the table, seeing if anyone had noticed what you did, and sure enough, he caught Park Jimin right as he looked away from the two of you. A stern expression on his face as he returned to a conversation he was having with someone.

A heavy feeling presented itself in Jungkook's chest and he quickly headed out of the chaotic restaurant.

He walked around the side of the building, which was sort of in an alleyway, and then he retrieved a cigarette from the pack he stole from his mom and lit it. He'd hear about it from her of course, but her scoldings were always halfhearted. "Jungkookie, bad boy. I don't like you smoking, and those were mine." And they were usually always followed by some sort of display of affection - a hug, kiss on the cheek or cuddling up to him if they happened to be in bed. So really, could you blame him for not listening to her protests? It's not like she exactly meant them. At least it didn't seem that way to him.

After a shortwhile, a door on the side of the building opened and out stepped a shorter man with black hair and an apron on. An employee of the restaurant.

Jungkook looked him over for a moment and saw that the guy must have been craving the same thing as him - a cigarette, because no sooner than the door shut behind him, he was flicking the lighter on and lighting the end of the stick with flame. Jungkook turned his head away when the guy in question looked at him.

He took a puff off of his cigarette and saw in the corner of his eye the guy walk a little closer. So he tilted his head to look and widened his eyes when he saw the guy coming straight at him.

"Hey," he called out and Jungkook blew the smoke out of his mouth, turning to face him.

"Uh, hi?" Jungkook said, a little freaked out and confused.

The guy took a drag and immediately blew the smoke out of the corner of his mouth, eyeing Jungkook, now standing right in front of him. "You with that crowd inside?"

Jungkook didn't know why he was slightly afraid to answer that question. What if he said yes, what if he said no?

"Uh, yeah. I am." He ended up answering truthfully.

The black haired stranger paused on a response in favor for another drag, answering with the exhale of smoke. "Fuck you then."

Taken by surprise, Jungkook just stared at him.

"Um. Excuse me." He deadpanned.

"You heard me," the guy laughed, flicking some ash off of his cigarette. "Fuck you and your group of hellraisers."

"They're not my group," Jungkook threw out, taking a drag and squinting his eyes at the guy as he exhaled. "I didn't want to come, trust me."

The stranger immediately laughed at that, eyes filled with amusement as he looked at Jungkook. "The fuck you here for then? They bring you here by gunpoint?" More laughter.

Jungkook didn't know what to think of this strange situation he found himself in, but the guy was really rubbing him the wrong way and he was this close to scoffing and politely telling the dude to fuck off and leave him alone.

But he didn't. Instead, he took one last drag and tossed his cigarette to the ground before stomping on it and squishing it with his boot.

"I think every shitty situation a guy gets himself into is always because of a girl," Jungkook shrugged. "Mine's no different."

"Ah, high school pussy." The guy said in understanding and looked off with a whistle, as if he was reminiscing. "That shit can make you do crazy things."

Jungkook hardly thought going to a basketball game and the post-game hangout were considered crazy things, but whatever. He nodded in agreement anyways.

"Yeah I saw a few hot ones in there, ain't gonna lie," the stranger was done with his cigarette too and flicked it carelessly to the ground. "I also won't lie about how I'm probably gonna try and get some," he chuckled with a shameless shrug.

"And how old are you?" The question fell out of Jungkook's mouth before he even thought about it.

"Old enough," was his response.

"Too old." Jungkook answered properly for him, narrowing his eyes.

"Hey, I won't force - fuck that shit. But if she willingly hops on my dick, I see no shame in the game." Another shrug. "What? You gunnin' for all of them in there or something? I think that's a little much for you even, bigshot."

And Jungkook was just about to throw something back, but he stopped himself when he realized how big of a fucking hypocrite he was being. With his job, he really didn't have any room to be talking about this subject to someone else like he was above it or something.

The realization shut him up, and he glanced off for a moment.

"You're gonna fuck around and mess with one too young," he threw out there and the guy just made a noise of disagreement.

"I can read 'em well, tell which ones are ripe and which ones are not."

God, was he talking about girls or fucking avocados, Jungkook wondered with a slight frown on his face.

"Whatever, just leave the one alone wearing the tight leggings and the glittery shoes. That one's mine." There was a possessive bite to his voice, and Jungkook immediately felt strange and out of place. Like he shouldn't be talking about you like that. Like he didn't deserve to, standing out in this dank alleyway with cigarette smoke on his breath.

"Ah, fuck you, I know exactly which one I'm going for now." The guy teased, and Jungkook snickered despite finding no humor in that whatsoever. In fact, even if the words weren't serious they made his chest feel a little heavy with anxiety. "Anyways, the fuck is your name, kid? I'm Yoongi."

Jungkook shoved his hands in his pockets and lifted his shoulders, the chilly weather starting to get to him since he stupidly left his jacket in the restaurant hanging on the back of his chair.

"Jungkook," he responded, a shiver wracking his frame.

The guy - Yoongi - nodded his head at the name. "Well Jungkook, you better beat me inside before I take glittery shoes in the bathroom and take her for a ride."

A possessiveness siezed hold of Jungkook's entire body and he suddenly wanted to lash out and tell Yoongi to shut his fucking mouth about you, but he knew the guy was only joking around and that he himself should calm down because technically he had no claim over you. Really, if this MinSun's employee wanted to take you to the bathroom and give you a quick fuck with your consent, then Jungkook could do nothing but sit back and bask in his own jealousy.

"Yeah, that ain't gonna happen man. She's already too whipped for my dick and can't settle for anything less now. You missed your chance," Jungkook threw back easily, but there was a lump in his throat and a brick on his chest. He felt so pathetic, every word coming out of his mouth being a complete fucking lie. Who knew if you even wanted to have sex with him, let alone be whipped for his dick.

"Hey, sometimes small packages come with the biggest surprise." Yoongi brazenly grabbed his crotch and shook it in his hand, grinning. "I've left 'em limping before, kid."

Jungkook didn't even know what to say, but he kept his mouth shut before he got himself into a dick measuring contest. "Nice, man," he said with a mustered up impressive tone, half-way turning back towards the front of the building. "Well I guess I'm gonna head back inside now, catch you around."

"See ya." Yoongi said, turning around and beginning to walk back down to the door he came out of. "Get that pussy, kid!" He shouted over his shoulder.

"Yeah," was all Jungkook said, as he turned around and began walking to the front of the building again.

Get that pussy, when in reality, all Jungkook was trying to get was another kiss.

When he returned to his seat, you looked at him, a little surprised. "There you are," you wrapped both of your arms around his one, hugging it with a giggle. Jungkook's eyes instinctively flicked to Park Jimin to see his reaction to your display of affection, but the guy looked like he was forcing himself not to look. "I thought you ditched me, Jeon Jungkook."

He chuckled, shaking his head when he looked back at you. "Nah, just got held up outside by some guy," and just then, Jungkook looked across the small restaurant and saw Yoongi standing by some table, bus tub clutched in one hand, talking to a few girls from school. They were giggling shyly and giving each other looks like they couldn't believe an older guy was interested in them.

Well, he wasn't lying.

"What guy?" You asked and then took a sip of your drink.

Still looking at Yoongi, he shrugged and averted his attention back to you. "Just some guy who bummed a cigarette from me."

You hummed in response, taking one last sip of your drink before you hopped up from your seat. "I gotta go to the bathroom, be right back." You explained and then took off walking to the restrooms.

It dawned on Jungkook that you would have to pass by Yoongi to get there, and when you did - walking by the guy with quick steps, he did a doubletake and then his eyes followed you all the way to the bathroom. Well, to be more specific, followed your ass.

Jungkook puffed air out of his nose and his hands clenched for a moment, displeased by Yoongi's gawking. Jungkook looked away however, knowing the more he stared at Yoongi the more pissed he'd become, and he realized after a moment that his eyes landed on Kim Hyuna.

A shudder threatened to wrack his body, and he had to take a sip of his mountain dew to distract himself and his thoughts.

She was the niece of one of his clients, and although she was oblivious to the whole thing between him and Yeura, it still unsettled him that his two lives were so close together right now. It was too small of a world, and he hated it. Because it never failed to remind him how easily his secret could be found out.

When you returned, placing your hands on his shoulders before sitting down, he flinched at the sudden contact, but relaxed when he realized it was you.

He didn't know how much he could take being in this restaurant any longer, so he turned towards you.

"Do you want to get out of here?"

At the question, you looked surprised, completely oblivious to his inner turmoil, therefore confused on why he wanted to leave so suddenly.

"O-okay," you replied after a moment, gathering your stuff. "Let me tell Jimin real quick and give him mon--"

Jungkook stood up. "I'll wait outside for you, yeah?"

You just nodded up at him, and he swiped his jacket off of the back of the chair and made his way out of the door.

✐ ✐

When you woke up, it was to soft circles being rubbed into your hip and even softer eyes gazing down at you.

"Morning," you murmured sleepily, smiling up at him.

Jungkook's response was a kiss - a soft one, and you melted into it. The hand of his that was rubbing circles into your hip traveled up your body to cup the side of your face.

For awhile it was like that, Jungkook gently claming your lips with his own until his mouth trailed down to your neck where he began peppering soft, light kisses along your throat.

It was such a pleasant feeling to wake up to, such gentle affection, and you laid there pliantly, head tilted back so he could have free range of your neck.

Eventually, Jungkook moved his way on top of you and you welcomed him by spreading your legs.

The heaviness and warmth of his morning wood rested entincingly on your hipbone and you brought your hand up, smoothing it up his toned side and then onto his back where you gently scratched along the smooth surface with your fingertips. It flexed under your touch, and that only served to stoke the fire slowly growing in your loins.

Everything was so soft and lovely it almost made you want to cry, a whimper falling from your lips as Jungkook lightly sucked a bruise onto your neck.

His hand found it's way to your breast, cupping it in his hand and tugging your nipple between his fingers.

You moaned, arching up into his touch and practically purring like a cat in the warm sunlight coming in through the window.

"Yes," you breathed out, whimpering when Jungkook moved down your body and replaced his hand with his mouth on your breast. Sucking your nipple into his wet mouth and swirling his tongue around it.

Jungkook had successfully aroused you to the core when you felt the wetness leak out of your entrance, a few droplets sliding down the swell of your ass and onto the sheets.

And he kept moving down, after giving your other breast equal amount of attention, he continued down your body. Leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses along your belly and nosing into the soft skin right below your navel. It was almost teasing, because he was so close to where you needed him most, but so far away at the same time.

"Please," you begged softly, shifting your hips and he listened, continuing downwards with his lips brushing along your skin.

Goosebumps covered your flesh when you felt him exhale through his nostrils, the warmth of it hitting your wet center and making you squirm slightly.

He was right there, hovering over you and just breathing onto your aching center.

Your breathing became heavier and you tensed up, refraining yourself from bucking your hips up into his face. You tangled your hand into his hair, gripping it desperately and wanting so badly to shove his head down, but you continued to refrain in fear of him stopping altogether from your lack of patience. Your hips shifting restlessly.

"What are you w-waiting for?" You stuttered out, looking down at him with hooded eyes.

Jungkook's gaze slowly slid up to your face, and when your eyes caught, the contact was so heavy and strong that you had half the mind to turn your head away and whine. But you didn't, you kept the contact, even as he slowly lowered his head and licked a broad strip from your entrance all the way to your clit. Eyes boring into yours the whole time.

Your stomach clenched at the sensation and you let out a heavy sigh, trying so hard to keep the eye contact when you really just wanted to squeeze them shut and tilt your head back against your pillow.

He nosed along your wet lips before his tongue dipped down in between them, this time the lick having more pressure behind it. You moaned, hips jumping.

Before long, Jungkook was going at it. Eating you out with abadon like he was ravenous and you were his breakfast. Alternating between fucking you with his tongue and suctioning his mouth onto your clit, making you squirm uncontrollably until you felt the build of your orgasm in the pit of your belly.

The eye contact was long but forgotten, your head now thrown back, eyes squeezed shut as you tugged on his hair helplessly. "Fuck," you whined, hips jumping and grinding into his face and Jungkook just took it, sticking his tongue out and letting you ride it. Usually he'd already have your hips pinned to the bed by now, but this encounter was nothing if not different to your usual ones.

You were right on the edge now, teetering back and forth, and you tightened your grip in Jungkook's hair until you were afraid you were going to yank it out.

He made no complaints though, just letting you use his tongue until you finally tipped over and your orgasmed ripped through your body like an earthquake. A high whine tumbled out in acompany to your release and your hips twitched uncontrollably, body tensed.

When the intensity drained out of you, leaving you to relax back into the bed in your post-orgasm bliss, the tension eased away until it was gone completely.

Jungkook rested his head in the juncture of your hip and pelvis when you released your hold on his hair, and he turned, flicking his tongue out to lick at your clit languidly a few more times until you whined in protest, too sensitive.

After a minute or so of you trying to regulate your breathing, slowly coming down off of your high, you reached down and carded your fingers through his hair.

"Good morning," Jungkook finally spoke, smiling into your skin before placing a kiss onto it.

After taking a shower together and jerking him off under the spray of warm water, you unfortunately had to start getting ready for school.

Standing in front of the mirror doing your makeup, you looked down and noticed the blossoming purple mark on your neck, that fit the shape of Jungkook's mouth perfectly. With much reluctance, you picked up your concealer and covered it up, wishing you could leave it there for everyone in the world to see. Jungkook's mark of ownership.

Maybe in an alternate universe, you thought sadly.

Jungkook re-entered your room after he went and got dressed himself, and you paused on what you were doing in favor of looking him over.

"That color looks good on you," you commented, referring to the green hoodie he had on. It wasn't a color he wore often, but it looked really good on him.

He chuckled, coming up behind you and grasping your waist, tugging you back into him.

"Yeah, well I think this color looks good on you."

You rolled your eyes at how he was referring to your naked upper body, not having put your shirt on yet.

"Ha ha, real smooth." You said with a grin, tilting your head to side when he placed an open-mouthed kiss onto your neck. "Alright, now back up or else I'm gonna be late to school."

Jungkook huffed and let go of you, walking over to your bed and free-falling back onto it. He propped himself up on his elbow, resting his head in his hand and proceeded to watch you finish getting ready.

It went unnoticed until he pulled into Yugyeom's driveway, but then it pinged really loudly in the center console and grabbed his attention as he was moving to get out of the truck.

Jungkook picked it up and looked at it, turning it over in his hand curiously.

Your phone.

Obviously this wasn't meant to get left behind, your phone was practically attached to your hand most of the time so it was odd you had forgotten it.

He briefly thought about returning it to you at school, but then it pinged again and his curiosity got the best of him as he turned it around and looked at the screen.

1 new message from Taehyung, 1 new message from Mr. Choi, and several social media notifications.

His eyebrows furrowed as heat rose to his head from seeing both of those names on your phone. What the fuck did they want with you?

And before he could even stop himself, he was swiping his thumb across the screen and unlocking your phone.

Instantly he was met with a picture of Popcorn as your background, the cat doing nothing but sitting on the arm of the couch, looking at the camera with a tilted head. But the more Jungkook looked at it, the more he felt like the cat was giving him a look - like it was judging him for being on your phone right now.

"Don't fucking judge me Popcorn," he muttered under his breath and navigated to your text messages, luckily moving to a different page so he didn't have to see the judgemental cat anymore. The cat honestly had no right to judge him, because one night Jungkook caught him getting into the sushi and all he did was just pick the fur ball up and toss him off of the counter when he could have spritzed him with water.

He didn't know which message to read first, but he ultimately tapped on the Taehyung one since it was at the top.

"Hey meet me in the janitors closet by the boys bathroom. Please I really wanna talk to you" Was what it read. Jungkook frowned and scoffed to himself, wanting so badly to send a text back that said something along the lines of 'go fuck yourself' maybe. He decided to just let it go however, finding some shred of amusement at the fact Taehyung would be waiting in that janitors closet forever since you wouldn't be getting that text message.

Fucking loser, he thought as he tapped out of the text conversation with Taehyung, going back so he could now click on 'Mr. Choi's' message.

The text he was met with was nothing like Taehyung's, but his blood started boiling instantly.

"I was right about you, you weren't dedicated to this lead position at all. I was willing to give you another chance yesterday at getting it back, but since you decided not to show up, Irene will do just fine. Thank you."

Jungkook's fingers started tapping on the screen before his brain could even process it and he ended up typing out; "Fuck u I don't need ur shit position u son of a bitch" but his thumb hovered over the send button, hesitating. Thinking twice.

And then an idea popped into his head.

He backspaced, deleting the message and then throwing his truck door open and getting out. He slammed it shut behind him, anger taking over every ounce of his mind and body.

Without knocking, he entered Yugyeom's house and slammed that door shut behind him too before searching for his friend, who ended up being lounged on the couch in the living room.

"Don't slam the door or it's gonna break even more," Yugyeom commented offhandedly from his comfortable position on the furniture where he was watching Blue Exorcist on the TV and Jungkook ignored him, taking a seat on the edge of the beat-up armchair. "I'm serious, Mom locked Dad out of the house last night because they were fighting and shit and he deadass almost broke down the door."

Jungkook ignored that too, placing his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands together, staring at the floor and thinking as he breathed heavily out of his nose. Completely worked up from that text message. That blind stupid ass ungrateful motherfucker.

After a moment of Jungkook not saying anything, Yugyeom looked over at him and raised an eyebrow. "Um, hello? Who the fuck stuck their dick in your ass today?"

"I need you to go with me somewhere." Jungkook suddenly stated, lifting your phone into the air and looking at it as if he needed the reassurance.

Yugyeom sat up from his formely slumped position slowly, as if he was picking up on Jungkook's serious vibe. "Where?"

Sitting back, Jungkook tapped his fingers rapidly on the arm of the chair, thinking even more about the decision he was about to make until he finally puffed air out of his nose and returned Yugyeom's look.

"To ____'s dance studio."

When he pulled up to the studio, Yugyeom was in the passenger seat because his best friend was a ride or die like that.

"So what's the plan again? You just wanna talk to him?" Yuygeom asked, looking off at the building.

"I just wanna talk to him." Jungkook confirmed with a strangely calm voice and his friend looked at him with a knowing expression on his face.

"I know you better than that dude, you're gonna fuck this bitch up aren't you?"

Jungkook smirked and leaned his head back against the rest, looking over at Yugyeom. His friend shook his head with a grin, the lack of response and smirk on Jungkook's face being telling enough.

"Nah I got this. Plan A is talk to the guy, if shit doesn't work that's where plan B comes in which is fuck the bitch up. Right?"

Jungkook laughed this time, amused at how well his best friend knew him and the way he thought.

"Right."

To say the receptionist's face was funny when she saw Jungkook and Yugyeom walk in was the understatement of the year. Her eyes got so wide they almost popped out of her head and she was on the phone with someone but completely trailed off from what she was saying, mouth falling open slightly.

It was obvious the likes of them - tall and broad, rough looking guys reeking of cigarette smoke - weren't seen in this place very often, if at all. Hell, they might be the first.

They walked up to her desk and she cupped her hand around the speaker part of the phone and whispered something quickly before hanging up. She smiled widely and nervously up at them, clasping her hands on top of the wooden surface.

"Hi!" She greeted them. "What can I help you two gentlemen with today?"

Yugyeom stood back a bit, letting Jungkook take the lead and do his thing.

"Hey, I'm here to see-uh, Choi Seunghyon?" Fuck, that was his name right? Jungkook forgot because he didn't give a fuck enought to remember.

Her smile faltered. "Oh, do you have an appointment with Mr. Choi Seunghyun?"

Hyun, Hyon, tomato, tamata. Hakuna matata. Whatever.

Jungkook frowned at her question. "No? Do I need one to just speak with the guy?"

She let out a laugh. "Yes, I'm sorry but you do. Mr. Choi is a very busy man, especially with the production going on. His time is precious." She explained and Jungkook wanted to pick up all of the papers stacked neatly on her desk and throw them at her face. Fuck Choi's precious fucking time.

"Okay whatever, can I get one then?" He started bouncing his leg, getting antsy and impatient now.

The receptionist smiled. "Of course, just give me a moment." She turned to the side to get on the desktop computer and took a minute as she clicked her fingernails on the keyboard.

Jungkook huffed impatiently, looking back at Yugyeom who was studying what looked to be a map of the building on the wall. For emergencies, telling you where all of the exits were.

"Okay, so I've got an appointment for you," she told him, turning in her chair to face them again and Jungkook nodded his head. "Is two thirty this Friday good for you? I also have another one Friday for--"

"What? No no no, I need an appointment today. Like right now." Jungkook's temper was starting to spike and he really didn't want to go off on this desk lady right now because he might actually feel a little bad for doing it. Even though she probably profiled them as criminals when they walked through door, she wasn't outwardly rude at all.

She winced and tilted her head. "I'm so sorry but he's not free today for any appointments." When Jungkook didn't reply and just stood there, looking at the floor as he tried to think of what to do, the receptionist spoke up gently. "Is there anything I could help you with by any chance? I'm not Mr. Choi but I might be able to give you some information."

Jungkook shook his head, backing up from the desk. "Nah, thanks though." And then he turned around and walked up to Yugyeom. "What are we gonna do? I need to get back there." He whispered to his friend so the receptionist wouldn't hear.

Yugyeom glanced at the lady to make sure she wasn't paying too close attention and then he gestured to the map of the building on the wall. "Look, it shows you where that Choi guy's office is. It's just down the hall behind the desk and to the left," he points to where he's talking about on the map and Jungkook's eyes follow his finger. "If I can just distract desk police, you could sneak back there, Kook."

Shit, and this was why he brought Yugyeom along. His partner in literal crime any day of the fucking week.

"Bet." Jungkook murmured with a nod of approval, looking at his friend's face. "Follow your lead?" Because that's the way the two of them worked. When one started walking, the other fell into step without question.

His friend walked up to the desk and Jungkook trailed behind him, paying close attention. "Ah, Seohya? Beautiful name." Yugyeom initially said after looking at the little metal sign on her desk, and the receptionist looked up at him from her computer with a surprised look on her face.

"Oh?" She said, still surprised, and then a wide smile started spreading across her face and she giggled, tucking some hair behind her ear. "Thank you so much."

Yugyeom ran his hand through his hair, revealing his 'killer' forehead. "No problem. Pretty name for an even prettier lady." He winked.

Jungkook stiffled his laughter from the way her cheeks turned visibly pink at his friend's words. But he was waiting, waiting for some sort of tipper that would help get him down that hallway.

"You're too kind," Jungkook didn't miss the way she bit her lip as her eyes did a scan of his friend's body and he knew Yugyeom didn't miss it either. "And what might your name be?"

"Yugyeom." He leaned forward, placing his hands on her wooden desk and Seohya leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs.

God, Jungkook could practically see how wet she was probably becoming just from her body language.

"You like it? My name?" Yugyeom asked, this time biting his lip.

She just nodded, too enthralled in this situation to even come up with a vocal response.

"Yeah?" His friend's voice was low and a bit breathy.

"Yeah." And her voice was breathless and already sounded wrecked as she nodded dumbly.

"Say it. I bet it'd sound even better coming out of your mouth."

Jesus Christ, Jungkook thought in slight irritation. He was not getting any sort of sign or hint from Yugyeom on what to do, so he trailed over to a plant sitting on a little table, which was on the side of her desk. If he wasn't going to get help, he would just inch his way back there.

The receptionist didn't even seem to notice Jungkook and where he moved, too caught up in Yugyeom and Jungkook suddenly realized that his friend had successfully distracted her, giving him the perfect opportunity to escape down the hallway.

So he moved a little more, and then a little more and so forth until he made it to the hallway behind her desk. The last thing he heard from Yugyeom was; "so, could I get a phone number? Maybe later we could..." and then Jungkook walked down the hallway, out of earshot.

Down the hallway behind the desk and to the left, Jungkook recited the direction of Choi's office in his head. He only had to walk a little more down the hall until he stumbled across a door on the left that said Choi Seunghyun.

Jungkook took a deep breath. He had reached his destination and could already feel the adrenaline pumping into his veins like he just did a stream of heroine.

Wasting no time in fear of the desk police figuring out where he went - that was if Yugyeom didn't have his cock shoved down her throat yet - he knocked on the door a few times.

After only a short moment, he heard a voice call out; "Come in."

And so he did.

"_____!"

Someone shouted your name as you walked down the almost empty hallway - most people already in their next class - and you slowed to a stop, looking over your shoulder to see who had called after you.

Your chest tightened when you saw that it was Taehyung.

Yesterday at school - before the whole ordeal with Seulgi happened - you had passed him in the hall, but both of you sort of kept your head down and avoided one another. Not having spoken since that happened the other day back at Jimin's apartment.

You turned around to face him, looking around at the few people in the hallway who were grabbing things from their lockers and heading to class, wanting so badly to ask them to wait so you wouldn't be left alone with him. A strand of hair fell infront of your eyes so you tucked it behind your ear, feeling a little anxious as Taehyung walked up to you.

"Hey," he said once he made it up to you, smiling and holding on to one of the straps of his backpack.

"Hi." You spoke quietly, not meeting his eyes.

Taehyung brushed his fingers through his fringe, still smiling. "I guess you didn't get my text?"

With a frown, you felt around on your person, patting your pockets and realizing you didn't feel the weight of your phone anywhere. You must have left it at home.

"I don't have my phone actually, I think I left it back home."

"Ahh," he nodded his head in understanding. "That's good then. Better than you ignoring me." He chuckled.

You smiled slightly, feeling a little out of place. "So, what did it say?"

Taehyung laughed, turning away slightly and running his hand through his hair. Seeming almost a little embarrassed to tell you. "Uhhh," another laugh. "I asked if you'd meet me in the janitor's closet..."

With a raise of your eyebrows, you nodded slowly, not knowing what to say.

"I just-- I wanted to talk to you." He added hurriedly, noticing the confusion on your face.

"Oh," you said. "Okay. About what?"

The smile on Taehyung's face slowly faded, being replaced by a solemn expression. He straightened his posture and looked directly into your eyes. The sudden intense eye contact made your heart beat more quickly and you tried to look down at your feet, but Taehyung's hand was suddenly under your chin, forcing you to keep the eye contact. "I wanted to talk about us, and what happened," his hand moved from it's current position to cupping your cheek.

"Tae--"

"Look, I'm sorry if I did something wrong the other day. I just--" he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, he grabbed your hand. "Will you come with me?"

And before you could even answer him, he was leading you down the hallway, in the direction he had come from. You just let him, not really possessing the strength to pull your arm out of his grasp or to ask him why.

It didn't take long until you came up on the boy's bathroom, or more specifically, the janitor's closet across the hall from it. Taehyung slowly opened the door, peaking his head in to see if it was empty, and then he tugged you inside and closed the door behind you.

"Why are we--" you were interrupted by Taehyung gently pushing you back into the wall and then leaning down to shove his mouth onto yours. You gasped in surprise, hands coming up to push against his chest, but he just grabbed your wrists and pinned them to the wall loosely. Not the intention to trap you, but to keep you from pushing him away.

When he pulled back after a moment for both of you to breathe, he leaned his forehead against yours. The sound of your heavy breathing being the only thing heard in the small space.

"I want you, ____. So fucking much," and to prove his point, he slipped his hand underneath your top and smoothed it across your stomach. You flinched from his cold palm. "We're perfect for each other, you know?"

"Taehyung--"

"I think about you all the time, about--" he breathed in deeply through his nostrils, his hand pushing passed your waistband and slipping further as he exhaled slowly. "About how good you feel, and how perfect it feels when I'm inside of you. When we're together."

When you felt his fingers brush way too lowly, you tensed up and decided that this had gone far enough.

"Taehyung." You said loudly and firmly this time, making him freeze. "Get off of me."

For a moment, he just stayed completely still, and then he slowly pulled back so he could look at your face. He desperately searched your eyes, as if searching for an answer inside of them.

"Get off." You said again, more softly and quietly this time and he stepped back, taking his hands completely off of you.

It was silent for an uncomfortable minute, you still leaned back against the wall and Taehyung staring at the ground - almost looking somewhat guilty.

"So, you don't-- feel, the same way? About us?" He asked, looking up afterwards.

You had no idea, that Taehyung felt this intensely for you. Besides the two instances of sex, you shared an innocent kiss over studying, that Jungkook had seen and quite literally punished you for. Because your lips weren't meant for Taehyung to kiss, Jungkook had made that very very clear.

Jungkook.

What would Jungkook do if he knew you were shoved into a tiny closet with Taehyung's hands previously down your pants and his lips pressed against yours like they were his lifeline?

Teach you a lesson more than likely, but even though you liked the outcome of his lessons and found his punishments enjoyable, you weren't going to be telling him about this. Mainly because once you got out of this closet, you kind of wanted to forget this had ever even happened.

"No. I'm sorry." You responded, your voice quiet. Taehyung was extremely cute and a really nice guy and a pretty okay-friend, but you ruined any possible chance at a relationship with him when you selfishly used him as a rebound. Even if he didn't know you ran to him after being hurt by another guy, you knew, and because of that your conscious would never be truly clean.

A relationship with him wasn't possible because of that, and other reasons that you chose not to think about.

You were surprised when you heard an irritated scoff come from Taehyung.

"Hmm, okay then. Nothing I can do about that." His tone of voice was completely different now, bitter with a venomous bite intended to hurt you. "But uh, should I keep a condom handy at all times so whenever you decide to come over and get fucked again out of the random I'll be ready?"

"Shut up." You spit back immediately, chest tightening with guilt and humiliation. A familiar feeling you absolutely hated and the reason you went to Taehyung that one time in the first place - to try and get rid of it. Now he was being the cause of it. "Shut up right now, you don't understand what I was going through when I came to you like that--"

"So you used me to forget about whatever the fuck was going on with you." He huffed a laugh of disbelief, shaking his head. "You're just like all the other shallow as fuck girls who lead guys on because of their personal fucked up issues. You know what? Fuck this, and fuck you for leading me on."

Before you could even utter a word in your defense, he was throwing open the door and storming out of it, leaving you alone in the small dark space.

When Jungkook pulled up to the house, he was surprised to see your father's car in the driveway.

They were home? Already? He remembered you saying they weren't supposed to be home until this weekend.

Fuck, he thought, looking at his hands on the steering wheel - the bloodied knuckles and split skin. His mom would fucking freak if she saw them and Hyuk would probably find a way to get pissed at him. Saying something like; 'you drove that truck with blood on your hands, I can't believe you' or some dumb shit like that.

But he pulled into the driveway behind Hyuk's car anyways, got out of his truck and made his way into the now occupied house.

He guessed his alone time with you playing house and not having to hide from anyone was over.

Maybe that wasn't such a bad thing. A blessing in disguise perhaps.

When he walked inside, he saw his mom's luggage sat right beside the doorway, but he didn't see her or Hyuk anywhere so he quietly shut the front door and quickly ran up stairs before he was spotted by one of them.

Jungkook ran into his bedroom and straight to the bathroom, shoving the faucet on and pouring liquid soap all over his hands. He winced when he began scrubbing vigorously at his split knuckles, trying to get the blood off.

Flashes of what happened back at the dance studio crossed his mind and he scrubbed harder, beginning to freak out a bit when he realized the blood wasn't wanting to come off.

"Fuck," he muttered, pouring even more soap on his hands to see if that would help, but it seemed to only serve at making it more slippery and harder for him to get friction at scrubbing.

He tried hotter water, colder water, even shampoo from the fucking shower, and his skin was still stained a faint red.

"Jungkook?"

He almost jumped out of his skin at the sound of a voice behind him and he looked up in the mirror to see his mom standing behind him in the doorway of the bathroom.

"Hey," he said, breathlessly, having been so frantic at trying to get the blood off he winded himself a bit. "You're home."

"And so are you," she replied, referring to his absence for those few days last week and walking further into the bathroom, standing right beside him at the vanity. Immediately, she looked down and saw the pink stains in the sink around the drain and then like a reflex she looked at his hands. The split knuckles and stained skin were impossible to miss, and he didn't see any point at trying to hide them.

"Jungkookie..." She spoke slowly, a concerned hint to her voice. "What happened?"

Jungkook panicked on the inside, not knowing what to say, unable to come up with a quick believable lie.

"Popcorn. He got pissed at me, and fucked my hands up." He offered as an explanation, but his mother didn't even seem phased by that blatant lie in the slightest. She knew him better than that.

"So you want me to believe Popcorn, the most docile cat ever, did this," she grabbed his hands into her own, bringing them up towards her face for her to look at, "to your beautiful, beautiful hands." Her voice at the end sounded devastated. She always loved his hands and told him how beauitful they were, ever since he was a little boy.

Piano fingers, she always told him he had.

"Mom," he sighed, trying to pull his hands away but she gripped on to them. Of course he could break out of her grasp, but he let her hold on.

He should have seen this coming, but he flinched when she began kissing his knuckles, because apparently even though he was eighteen years old, she still thought kissing his injuries would make him feel better.

"Tell me what happened, Jungkook." His mother said more firmly this time, looking up at his eyes. "What did you do?"

His heart was racing at the thought of actually telling her. Because if he told her what he did, he'd have to tell her why he did it. The implications of his actions were too obvious.

But it seemed like he had no choice. His mom knew how to crush his walls a little bit too easily for his liking.

Jungkook took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, gathering his thoughts and looking at his mom quite sheepishly. "First off, you can't get mad because I had good intentions."

It was silent for a moment, and then his mom hummed in acceptance. "I'm listening, Jungkookie..."

"Can I ask you about something?"

You shifted in the passenger seat of the car, on your way to dance, and looked over at Jimin upon hearing his question.

"You just did, didn't you?" You snickered, shaking your head when Jimin just gave you a dirty look. "Okay, sorry sorry, old joke. Yeah, you can ask me something."

It took a moment for him to finally ask it, almost as if he was a little hesitant. All of the sudden, you didn't really want to hear what he was about to say, but you bit your tongue and kept your ears open anyways.

"What's up with you and Taehyung?"

As soon as the question fell from Jimin's mouth, you wanted to pick it up, squish it into a ball and shove it right back in. You didn't want to think about that right now, let alone talk about it.

Besides, what were you supposed to say?

"Um," you began, looking from your best friend to out of the window again. "I... turned him down?" Vague, but you realized that's how you were with everyone in your life most of the time. Vague, because you could never give them the detailed truth.

"You, don't sound very sure about that." Jimin said, frowning in confusion. "Mind giving me details? I know it seems like none of my business, and maybe it isn't truthfully. But, he's my roommate, and you're my best friend. I'm kinda stuck in the middle here."

You held back a scoff, but couldn't control the facial expression that went with it. "Stuck in the middle, huh? Cool."

"Look, I didn't mean it that way and you know it. If it came down to it, I'd choose your side in a heartbeat and Taehyung would be thrown out of my apartment in the blink of an eye. But that's the point here. I kind of need to know whether I should throw him out of my apartment or not."

Throwing your head back against the headrest, you groaned. "Of course not Jimin. He just--confessed, and I told him I didn't feel the same way. And he got pissed."

"You don't feel the same way?"

"No Jimin, I do not."

"But you slept with him twice, and that's only the times I know of." There was no judgement or spite in Jimin's voice, just him stating a simple fact, so it didn't offend you or anything like it would coming from anyone else, but it grated on your nerves.

"Jimin!" You shouted in irritation. "Can I not fuck someone without being in love with them? Jesus."

"I don't know," Jimin said after a moment, a different edge to his voice and you saw him glance over at you through your peripheral vision. "Can you?"

You felt your world suddenly shake from the implication of Jimin's words.

He knew. He knew. Jimin knew. Perhaps he knew even more than you did. Perhaps Jimin knew you so well he could read your mind. He didn't need the blatant truth to be said, he could simply look into your head and figure out everything he wanted to know.

Jimin knew.

Or, maybe he didn't. Maybe you were making something completely meaningless into something gigantic.

But it was the shift in his voice, the glance.

You could take the leap. Right now. You could open your heart up and spill all of the contents into Jimin's lap, tell him everything about you and Jungkook and finally have someone you could talk to about things. If he meant what you thought by saying what he did, then he was giving you an opportunity. An out to tell him everything.

And oh, how nice that would be. Relieving, to take a tiny part of the burden you carried and finally give it to someone else.

But it was just too risky. You trusted Jimin, and if you ever decided to tell someone, he would be that person. But you just couldn't do it.

So without confirming or denying anything, you just huffed and turned on the radio.

Red and blue lights caught your eye as you pulled into the parking lot of Choi's dance academy.

"Whoa, what happened here?" Jimin asked, slowing down.

You frowned in concern, because along with the two police cars you saw, there was an ambulance.

Someone must have gotten hurt.

When Jimin pulled into a parking spot towards the back of the lot, staying away from the commotion, you quickly unbuckled.

"Wait," Jimin stopped you before you could open the door. "Who knows what happened, are you sure you want to go in there?"

"I have friends here Jimin, I want to make sure everyone is okay." And then you threw the door open and got out, heading towards the flashing lights. You heard the engine of Jimin's car die behind you and you knew that he was going to wait around until he heard something from you about what was going on.

The closer you got to the scene, you saw that there was quite a few people standing outside, but they had been concealed behind the vehicles so you couldn't see them when you first pulled in.

It was strange, seeing all of this in front of Choi's prestigous academy.

Your heart was beating wildly in your tightened chest and sweat was accumulating in the palms of your hands from the adrenaline pumping through your system like wild fire.

When you finally got up to everything and everyone, no one noticed you right off, but you looked into the back of the opened ambulance and saw Seunghyun sitting on the edge of the gurny. Dried blood was under his nose and it looked like his right eyebrow was split.

You gaped at the sight, shocked.

What happened to him?"

"Mr. Choi?" You called out worriedly when you walked up to the back of the ambulance.

He had been talking to an EMT, but when you called out his name his head whipped to look at you. For a moment he just stared at you with wide eyes.

"Are you o--"

"Police! Police! Get her away from me! Get her off of my property!" You startled when he suddenly started yelling like a mad man, a wild look on his face and pointing directly at you. "That's her! She was behind all of this!"

You were frozen in shock and disbelief, not knowing what to say or do. He screamed for the police again, and you looked around at all of the people outside to see what they thought of his crazed behavior. Most were other instructors and employees of the academy, and then fellow students who were all stood at a respectful distance. Watching in concern.

The police appeared from around the ambulance beckoned by his hollering, and Choi screamed at them to get you off of his property and that you were the reason for all of this.

Never in your life had you ever been so perplexed by anything.

"Mr. Choi what are you talking about?" You asked in confusion, stepping closer and he screamed at you to get away from him. He sounded absolutely mad.

"Miss, may we have a few words with you?" One of the police officers asked over Choi's yelling and you just looked at them, nodding dumbly and they took you off to the side.

"Officers, I don't know what he's talking about. I don't know what he's saying I did, but I haven't even seen him since Monday." You immediately said, beginning to really freak out.

The tall officer shushed you. "Calm down. We know it wasn't you who physically harmed Mr. Choi." You took a deep breath of relief at that, nodding. "But, we do have reason to believe you might have hired the guy who did."

You were completely taken aback.

"Wait a minute, hired the guy who did? I seriously don't even know what you're talking about."

The short chubby officer stepped in this time. "Mr. Choi says a male entered his office at around noon today. First he threatened Mr. Choi, and then physically attacked him. Says the male did it because of some role that was taken away from you?"

Your heart stopped and mind went blank when the puzzle quickly clicked together in your mind.

Oh my God.

"Mr. Choi says he was about 5'10, athletic figure, dark hair. Had a green sweartshirt on with a hood." The tall officer chuckled, nudging the short one. "Don't know why I'm explaining this to you though, you know exactly who I'm talking--- hey, where are you going kid?!"

You took off from the officers and ran back to the ambulance, heart lodged in your throat and beating so quickly it felt like it was trying to suffocate you. As soon as you got back to Mr. Choi, you could feel the tears start pouring from your eyes. "Mr. Choi I'm so sorry, I promise I didn't have anything to do with this! I promise!"

Seunghyun looked at you with no sympathy at all, but you had to get him to believe you. You were innocent!

"Please Mr. Choi! I promise! I didn't do anything!" You sobbed, begging and pleading. At this point, all of the bystanders were murmuring to one another because you probably looked like a pathetic bitch, but honestly that was the least of your worries.

"Get off of my property right this very moment or else I will be pressing every charge possible." He said with venom coated on every word. You shook your head no, crying hard. "I mean it! I never want to see your face around here again! I swear, if I see you anywhere near my academy after today I will call the cops. Now go!"

"No!" You shouted, sniffling and sobbing again and falling to the ground on your knees. Truly begging now. "You c-can't do this to me! I didn't do anything!"

The police officers came up behind you, reaching down and grabbing your arms.

"Come on, Miss. It's your lucky day that Mr. Choi has decided to not press any charges, so you best not test your luck." Chubby explained to you.

"Take her away! Get her off of my property, please!" Seunghyun yelled at the cops and they began pulling you up off of the ground, all while you screamed and begged for Choi to just believe you.

You were hysterical, unable to even think straight as it felt like your world was literally crashing down around you piece by piece.

Once the officers started dragging you away from the area and into Jimin's view, he flew out of his car and ran up to assist you. He spoke to the cops for a moment, getting a vague idea on what happened so he wasn't completely confused and out of the loop. Meanwhile you tried to calm yourself somewhat down, but your breathing was so heavy and uneven, it felt almost impossible.

However, with every passing moment, the sharp emotion you felt in your chest was gradually shifting. Slowly morphing into something much more hot. Much more strong and unrelenting.

It was fury. White, hot, fury and there was only one person you wanted to unleash it on.

Jeon fucking Jungkook.

After laying on his side for a few minutes, he started feeling something digging into his hip. He winced and reached under himself to figure out what it was, then quickly realized it was your phone in his jeans pocket.

Jungkook pulled it out and looked at it, rolling onto his back and letting his free hand lay limp on his chest. He thought about turning it on and exploring while he still had the chance, but he sighed and decided against it. His conscious was already too heavy, he didn't really want to add to the weight.

So he rolled out of bed, walked out of his bedroom and down the hallway to yours.

The sight of your bed was messy, covers barely hanging on to the mattress and pillows strewn across it. An oddity to see. The reason it stood out to him so much was because you always made your bed before you started your day, it was just a habit. Something you had done ever since you were a little girl you had told him.

But yet here it was, messy and forgotten. And if he looked hard enough, he could see where your bodies had been laid together last night in the wrinkled sheets, and where he brought you to an earth-shattering orgasm this morning.

It seemed as if he made you relax, and reminded you that it was okay to not be perfect every single day of your life. That it was okay to not make your bed every morning, or be the dance instructors favorite fucking dancer.

The thought in his mind was a good one, but then it brought him to another one.

What you had told him, or better yet confessed to him last night in the bathtub.

It was still too much for him to wrap his head around, so he just took a deep breath and tossed your phone down onto the bed. Just then Popcorn appeared out of nowhere and jumped onto the mattress. The feline sat down and then proceeded to just stare at Jungkook.

Judging him once again.

"Look here you little fuck," Junkgook muttered to the cat in annoyance. The furry thing laid it's ears back, clearly not liking the tone in which he was being spoken to in. "I'm returning it, you see? It's on the bed. Out of my hands." He held his hands up as if to show the cat and then rolled his eyes, realizing he was talking to a fucking cat and that he was seriously losing it.

He suddenly heard his mom call out his name, and it sounded like she was coming up the stairs.

Quickly, he removed himself from your room, not really wanting to be caught just standing in there but just as he was stepping out and closing the door, his mom walked up and saw him.

Before she could even say anything, Jungkook rushed to explain himself. "I was returning something."

With a sigh, his mom just nodded. Probably not believing him, but too tired to investigate. "Hyuk needs to talk to you."

Jungkook instantly frowned after hearing that sentence.

"The fuck does he want?"

"Just come on, please?" And then his mom walked off, and reluctantly, he followed after her.

Hyuk was sitting in the kitchen at the island, and Jungkook couldn't help but to think about what he did with you on that very island a few nights ago.

The thought was so amusing, he briefly wondered if that next morning it still smelt like sex. And if Hyuk noticed it.

"Hyuk, Jungkookie is here to talk to you!" His mom announced with a fake happy chirp to her voice that bothered Jungkook to no end and his step father turned around on the stool to look at him.

The look on his face was not a pleasant one, Jungkook noticed with irritation.

"Ah, Jungkook." Hyuk said, gesturing to a stool with a wave of his head. "Have a seat and let's talk."

"I don't feel like sitting down. What's up though?" Jungkook couldn't help the sarcastic bite to his voice, it was almost uncontrollable whenever he spoke to his step dad.

The older man sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, glancing at Jungkook's mom as if he needed the strength or reassurance to deal with the boy. "I'll start off by saying I don't think it's right that you live under this roof, drive a very nice vehicle, eat off of our table, all free of charge."

Jungkook didn't know why he was surprised, he should have expected this.

"You don't go to school, you don't work, you do absolutely nothing." Hyuk shook his head, mumbling this last part under his breath. "You're useless."

But Jungkook heard anyways, and he shifted on his feet, looking at his mom.

Did she think he was useless as well?

She looked conflicted, as if she didn't know whether to defend her son from such a statement or keep her mouth shut and agree with her husband. Ultimately she stayed quiet, and Jungkook hated her for that.

"You're right," he ended up saying calmly, and Hyuk and his mom seemed surprised by his response. Probably expecting him to bite back with a hateful remark. "I need to contribute, earn my keep and shit. I'll get a job."

Hyuk kind of spluttered for a moment, not expecting Jungkook to agree and cooperate so easily.

"Where will you work?" His mom asked with a hint of concern to her voice. "You know, you could always go to coll--"

"I'm sure Yoongi can get me on at the diner," Jungkook interrupted his mom, not wanting her to finish that sentence. "They've been needing help." That was a lie. Jungkook didn't know what the fuck the diner needed, but he knew he could get Yoongi to help him. Whether that was with ease, or force.

His step father let out a laugh. "A diner? Really?"

Okay, now Jungkook could really feel himself start to lose his cool after that. He wasn't going to stand there and be laughed at when he was trying.

"Any job is better than none, my love." Jungkook's mom offered hesitantly to her husband, and Hyuk didn't have the chance to respond because suddenly the sound of the front door opening and slamming shut rang throughout the kitchen.

There was no time to be surprised that your parents were home, because all you were focused on was the fact that the black chevy truck was parked in the driveway.

Jimin did his best to try and calm you down, to reason with you on the drive over here, but you couldn't get the tightness out of your chest. The fury that siezed hold of your heart and set it on fire.

There was only one thing that could fix this, and when you loudly entered the house, dropping all of your stuff onto the floor, you heard his voice.

It came from the kitchen, so that's exactly where you headed.

Your heart was beating so quickly and your hands were clenched into fists so tightly, you felt like you were seconds away from combusting.

You were hurt, dancing was all you had, it was all that you were. It was your entire life, and has been ever since you could remember. Choi was tough and stern on his best days, but he was going to get you somewhere. Help you make a name for yourself in the industry, because only someone as widely known and respected as him could make that happen. No one cared about some dancer at a local studio, they cared about the dancers at prestigous academies like Choi's.

Not dancers, but ballerinas.

And you were so close to getting out there, dancing the lead in an exquisite famous production, where all of the somebodies would have come and seen you perform beautifully and beg you to work with them.

But that opportunity was ripped out of your hand by Jungkook. It was ripped out of your hand and then torn into a million pieces by his skillfull fingers, never to be gotten back again.

You were hurt, and you wanted Jungkook to hurt too.

When your eyes landed on him, standing there in that green sweatshirt, some dark force took hold of you and it's like you completely lost control of yourself.

Before you even realized it, you ignored the greetings from your parents and just started wailing on Jungkook. Fists hitting him wherever they could, mostly on his chests and his arms. You used as much force as you could behind your hits, more tears of anger and betrayel pouring down your cheeks. "How could you!" You screamed. "I fucking hate you! I fucking--"

It's like Jungkook finally processed what was happening to him, because then he suddenly grabbed your forearms in an impossibly tight grip within his hands, making you cry out and he jerked your around before slamming you into the wall next to the refrigerator.

"What the fuck is your problem? Why are you hitting me?" His voice was a deep growl, and his grip was so tight it felt like he was going to crush your bones.

"Choi--" you couldn't even finish what you were going to say because his grip was so painful, you tilted your head away from him and sobbed because of it. "Y-you're hurting me!"

But he didn't loosen up, instead he just pinned your arms to the wall above your head. "Oh, Choi? Really? I was fucking trying to help you little bitch! And this is the thanks I get? Fuck you!" He emphasised his last words by pulling your arms off of the wall and slamming them back against it.

"Jungkook!" Your father's voice boomed through the kitchen and suddenly Jungkook was being tugged off of you. "Get off of her!"

When he finally let go of your arms, they fell to your sides with deep red finger prints tattooed onto them. Your vision was blurred by tears, but you could still see how Jungkook turned on your father and shoved the older man away from him.

"Jungkook, please stop!" This time it was Bom who cried out, who had previously been standing there in absolute shock and she grabbed her son's upper arm, trying to get him away from your father.

And to your surprise, Jungkook shoved her hand off of him and towered over her.

"Fuck you mom!" He shouted in her face, and despite everything that has happened, you could still detect the underlying hurt in Jungkook's voice.

He stormed off towards the front door, ignoring your father's threats and the way Bom called out for him. Begging him to wait. But she didn't go after him, no, she stood there, rooted to the same spot.

Everything was fucked up. Nothing was okay, and after you heard the front door slam closed, you let out another sob and took off for your bedroom.

This was supposed to make you feel better. It was supposed to satisfy you, knowing that Jungkook was hurt. That everyone was against him. That he was seen as the bad guy.

But how did it only serve to make you feel ten times worse?

When you got into your room, you saw it there lying on your bed.

Your phone.

You grabbed it, sniffling every few seconds, and when you turned it on, you saw new messages from Hoseok.

"Just wanted to let you know this party is going to be really fun, and you deserve to have a good time (: really hope you consider it" was what it read.

A good time, you thought, thinking of what a good time in Hoseok's mind entailed.

Drugs, alcohol, music... sex?

Honestly, you wanted nothing more than to just not feel right now. So for once, being high and drunk with music blaring in your ears sounded inviting.

So you typed a quick response telling him you would be attending and sent it, before tossing your phone away from you and digging into your nightstand to find your sleep aid pills.

Usually, you would take one or two if you were exhausted from dance and your legs were restless because they would help you sleep more peacefully and soundly. But right now, you just didn't want to be awake. So you popped five into your mouth and downed them with the water still sitting on your nightstand from last night when Jungkook had gotten you ibuprofen for the sore ache between your legs.

And then you laid down on your back, pressing yourself into the bed, closing your eyes and praying the pills would be quick and effective.

"You know Jungkook, you better be glad Hosung wasn't here." She commented as she moved about the kitchen, preparing the tea, dressed in her nightgown.

Jungkook was sat at the table, staring down at his split knuckles resting atop the surface. "Yeah I know. I'm sorry." He muttered in response, voice low and jaded.

She hummed, pouring the hot tea into two cups before bringing them to the table and setting one down in front of Jungkook.

He grabbed the warm cup and slid it closer to himself, leaning down towards it and letting the steam hit his face. Jungkook took a deep breath.

Pulling a chair out on the opposite side of the small table, she sat down with her cup clutched within her hands. For a moment, she just watched him, breathing in the steam of his tea.

"Well, what do you say Jungkook?" She asked with an amused smirk on her face.

He looked up, eyes droopy with exhaustion from being so upset earlier, yet he was able to muster a small smile.

"Thank you, Yeura."

That made a bigger smile appear on her face.

"It's my pleasure Jungkook. I like taking care of you, you know that." She stated, and Jungkook had to take a sip of his hot tea to clear his mind of what he wanted to say.

Being here was his only choice.

And as if Yeura could read his mind, she sipped her tea and then leaned back in her chair.

"So, why did you decide to pay me a visit Jungkook? After the way you stormed out on me yesterday and the phone call, I really expected to never hear from you again." She looked down at her tea after that.

Jungkook sighed, setting his cup down and trying to gather his thoughts. He didn't really know what to tell her, because he sure as hell didn't want to give her the long detailed story.

His natural instinct was to just lie.

"I think I'm lost Yeura," he settled on saying. "And I felt alone. I needed someone."

Surprisingly, all of that was the truth he realized.

He braced himself however for the remarks she was going to say in her defense, about how she wasn't a rag doll he could use whenever for his own benefit.

But they never came. Instead, she just made a noise of pity, and Jungkook's chest tightened at the sound of it.

"Jungkook," she said in a sympathetic tone of voice, and suddenly he could feel his heart lodged into his throat and the slightest sting in his eyes from potential tears.

He opened his mouth to say something, but he stopped himself in fear of his voice pathetically cracking from the surfaced emotions he was feeling.

Wood creaked as Yeura pushed her chair back and got up from the table, coming around until she was standing behind Jungkook. Not long after, he felt her hands on his shoulders and she began rubbing them softly.

She bent down, planting a gentle kiss on his neck and he closed his eyes tightly, letting his head fall to the side to give her room.

"Let me take care of you, Jungkook," she whispered into his skin. "No one knows how to take care of you like I do." And if Jungkook wasn't in such a bad place right now, so vulnerable and looking for someone to grab his reins before he wandered off too far to find his way back, he probably would have told her to shut up. To quit telling him those poisionous lies.

But right now, all Jungkook did was make a little noise of agreement. "Please," he sounded so small, too small for his liking, but he wasn't himself right now.

Or maybe he was.

"Come on," Yeura urged. "Let's go to the bedroom."

And with chamomile tea forgotten on the table, he got up and they moved upstairs to the bedroom.

Continuous knocking was what woke you up, and when you looked over at the small clock on your nightstand, you were disappointed to find that you had only been asleep for about an hour and a half.

"Come in," you mumbled sleepily, sitting up slightly to where you were propped up by your pillows and you rubbed at your eyes with the backs of your hands.

The door slowly opened and Bom stepped inside your room, closing the door behind her.

"Hi," she greeted with her signature smile, moving slowly towards your bed, a hesitant air to her. "Sorry, I didn't realize you were already asleep."

"Hey." You replied, voice a little scratchy from sleep still. "It's fine, don't worry about it."

She sat down at the end of your bed, right in front of Popcorn and she reached out to pet the furry cat, making him stretch his neck out and yawn. "I just wanted to come see if you were okay, after what happened a little big ago."

With an exasperated sigh, you leaned your head back and looked off, frustrated that you had to think about that again. Too bad sleep couldn't erase memory.

"As okay as I can be, I guess."

There was a moment of silence, and eventually you returned your eyes back to Bom, wondering what she was thinking or doing.

"Jungkook had good intentions." She suddenly stated with the exhale of a breath. "He wanted to help you get the lead role back, he just--"

"By assualting my dance director?" You threw back in disbelief. "How in the world was that supposed to help?"

Bom gulped, not looking at you, seeming to be too afraid to.

Sometimes it was hard to believe she was in her thirties, when she acted like a teenager or something most of the time.

"Jungkook, he just has a different way of thinking--" she tried, but you shut her down again.

"No. He just doesn't think, that's his problem!"

The angry from earlier was seeping back into your veins and you hated it - hated the fact Bom woke you up just to throw all of this back onto you again.

Bom fiddled with her hands in her lap, tears forming in her eyes and she looked like she regretted ever coming into your room and bringing this up.

A strange feeling washed over you and you sighed, realizing that maybe you shouldn't have snapped on her.

"Look, I know you're just trying to defend Jungkook," you started with a softer voice and she glanced up at you. "But where was this downstairs?"

The sudden question seemed to have caught her by surprise, making her eyes snap up to you. She frowned in confusion.

"Why didn't you defend him downstairs? Why don't you ever defend him, in fact?"

Bom made an affronted noise, clearly not understanding.

"My dad can be an asshole to him, and yeah, sometimes he deserves it. But most of the time it's unnecessary bullying, and you're always silent when it happens."

"What are you talking--"

"Like when dad calls him names, or accuses him of things that clearly aren't his fault, just generally always being on his case. Jungkook always looks at you when it happens, like he's waiting for you to stick up for him, but you just sit there and don't say anything like you're mute!"

Bom had began to cry during your explanation and for a while it was silent as she sat there, sniffling and letting out little sobs.

You felt bad for making her cry, but this was something that needed to be said.

Yes, you were mad at Jungkook, and you might never not be mad at him again, but you tried to reason with yourself by thinking this is something you would do for anyone as a decent human being.

Jungkook needed his mom. You knew first hand how terrible it was without having yours there, and you wouldn't wish that feeling on your worst enemy.

"Y-you're right," she let out between her cries, glancing at you with her watery, tear-filled eyes. "I'm never th-there for him. I'm a terrible M-Mother."

She sounded so broken in this moment, and you sighed, shaking your head in disagreement to her words.

"You're not a terrible Mother." You told her, crawling out from under your covers and moving down the bed to be beside her, having to toss Popcorn out of the way in the process. You wrapped arm around her and laid your head on her shoulder.

She rested her head on top of yours.

"It's not too late to turn things around," you explained, rubbing her arm comfortingly. "Talk to him, and step up. It's never too late to be there for him."

And maybe that was a bit of a lie.

Sometimes years of lacking created too much damage to be reversed, but that wasn't something you were going to mention right now.

"He loves you. And needs you. Like right now, you should go call him. Figure out where he ran off to," you gulped, biting your lip at the words coming out of your mouth.

Bom nodded her head, sniffling. "Okay." She suddenly said, voice thick with tears. "Okay, I will." And then she abruptly stood up, breaking out of your embrace.

She looked down at you, wiping her tears away and smiling. "Thank you," she bent down, kissing your forehead. "Thank you."

You just smiled as she turned around and walked out of your room, shutting the door behind her softly.

As soon as the door shut, your smile fell and the back of your eyes immediately stung with tears.

Your chest felt so heavy as you crawled back to your pillows, flopping down onto them and burying your face into the plushness. A mumbled whimper snuck out as your bottom lip wobbled, tears beginning to soak the fabric of your pillowcase.

Grabbing the edge of your blanket, you jerked it up over your head.

Jungkook needed his mom.

And in this moment, you needed yours too.

The conflict he currently felt was ripping him apart inside.

As he rocked his hips into her, she kept cooing in his ear, telling him how much she loved him and cared about him more than anyone or anything. And in one hand, he wanted to fall into her words, latch onto the affection and burrow himself into the false sense of security. But on the other hand, he wanted her to just fucking shut up with her lies.

No one loved him or cared about him that much, so he didn't want to hear the empty words.

But he was yearning so desperately for that shelter she was offering, and he was weak enough to let go.

She littered kisses along his chin and jaw and then he laid his upper body onto hers and buried his face in her neck. Whimpers escaped his mouth when he increased his pace, a soft clap sound whenever he rocked into her plump hips and thighs.

"Yes, Jungkook," she moaned, tilting her head back. "You're so perfect for me, baby boy."

That sent a blaze of fire down his spine, the affectionate words she so easily spoke.

They made him grab her leg, hoisting it up onto his hip so he could have better leverage at intensifying his thrusts.

Her moans got louder, whenever he increased his ministrations, but that's not what he wanted.

He wanted her to talk again, coo in his ear, tell him all of the bullshit lies he would hate if he wasn't so fucked up right now.

"I'm good, yeah?" He ended up asking softly, wanting the praise that would hopefully follow.

"So good." Yeura replied breathlessly, and in hopes of getting more of that, he grabbed one of her large breasts and suctioned his mouth onto her nipple. Licking and sucking, wanting her to continue speaking to him.

All he got was, "Oh, I'm gonna cum, Jungkook,"

And he knew she was going to, because her stomach was rising and falling more quickly and her lower half was tensed up.

When I'm about to cum, don't change anything you're doing to me or else the urge will go away, Jungkook remembered her explaining that to him when he was younger.

So he continued his exact motions, and soon enough, Yeura was tensing up and shaking as she met her release, her walls clenching around him pleasantly.

After a minute or two of him just rocking his hips in a steady pace, she pushed against his lower stomach and moaned. "I can't take anymore, stop it, Jungkook." She demanded, so he obediantly stopped moving his hips, thinking that was enough, but she kept pushing on his stomach until he was forced to slowly pull his cock out of her, wincing from the loss of wet heat.

Not knowing what else to do, he moved off and laid down on the bed beside her.

He figured she just needed a break, to recoup after her climax before it was his turn because his cock was still rock hard against his stomach and he had to stroke it a few times to hold himself over.

It was silent for a while, aside from Yeura's breathing trying to regulate.

"I think it's time for you to leave, Jungkook. Hosung will be getting back here pretty soon, and--"

"You said you would take care of me." Jungkook deadpanned, interrupting her. A hot feeling began spreading throughout his chest and he looked over at her. "So why the fuck is my dick still hard?"

Yeura looked affronted for a small moment, and then she scoffed and let out a laugh. "Well, I see you're back to yourself now."

Jungkook felt a fire creeping through his veins, anger slowly taking over him and he moved to where he was back on top of Yeura. There was a darkness in his eye that wasn't there before.

"Jungkook, I mean it--"

"I'm not leaving until I'm taken care of." Jungkook spat down at her, shoving her legs apart that she tried to keep close.

Yeura sighed in exasperation. "Then my goodness, Jungkook, lay down and I'll jerk you off real quick."

He scoffed. "Oh, you get a good fuck and I get some crummy hand job? Fuck that. --Keep your fucking legs open," he gritted through his teeth when she tried to close them yet again and forced them apart, keeping them that way with a strong grip.

If she didn't want to follow through with her word on her own, that was fine with him. He'd just make her.

"Jungkook I'm too sensitive, and Hosung--" she was interrupted by the head of his dick sliding passed her entrance and she let out a moan of sensitivity.

"You think I give a shit about that? Maybe he'll walk through the door while I'm balls deep. You always did fantasize about that, didn't you? You'd tell me how hot it would be for me to fuck your brains out in front of him. For him to catch us while I have you face down, ass up."

"Jungkook--" she frowned, tilting her head away as he kept pushing himself in inch by inch. "It's too much,"

"Or maybe I'll try something new tonight, yeah?" He bottomed out with a rough jerk of his hips. "Well, not really new, because there isn't much we haven't done together, isn't that right?"

He pulled out to the tip and thrust back in with a snap, earning a groan of discomfort from the woman beneath him.

"Maybe I'll just forget about your pussy and," he slipped his cock out and slid it backwards a bit until it was nestled between her cheeks and prodding at her puckered hole, "fuck your ass instead."

"Jungkook, get off of me!" Yeura snapped at him, making him flinch and her thighs trembled in his impossibly tight grip. "You're hurting me!"

Suddenly, he was picked up and thrown back to the events from earlier that evening like some sort of mental time machine he couldn't control.

"You're hurting me."

You had told him that same thing.

When he had grabbed you so tightly, your tears of frustration had turned into tears of pain, all because of him.

And what did he do?

Continued his ministrations, until your fucking father intervened. He honestly didn't know what would have happened if your father hadn't done that.

He would have stopped on his own..... right?

The fact that he wasn't certain about that answer made him feel like puking until all of the badness came out, until the weight of who he was was removed off of his chest and shoulders, allowing him to breathe.

Yeura beginning to cry was what brought Jungkook back to reality, and instantly, like a spooked creature, he let go of her legs and pulled himself back away from her. Shaking his head as if he had just come back to himself, having been gone during the time he was doing all of that to her against her will.

"Please, just leave, Jungkook." She said shakily through her tears, and Jungkook felt this sharp pain in his chest that made him want to scream until his fucking head exploded off of his shoulders. But he wordlessly got off of the bed instead and began walking around the room to collect his clothing, dressing himself piece by piece.

The whole time he did so, Yeura cried to herself on the bed and the sharp pain in his chest slowly started making it's way to his throat as he listened to her quiet sobs and sniffles until he finished putting his boots on and promptly left the room without saying a word. This time, without a wad of cash.

Jungkook doesn't even register walking down the stairs and through the lavish house to the front door, but this time he simply pulled it closed behind him instead of trying to rip it off of the hinges like last time.

When he got into the confines of his truck, he sat there behind the steering wheel and stared down at the cheverolet emblem in the middle of it where the horn was.

He wasn't surprised when a tear fell onto the emblem, and then another one, and another one until his vision was successfully blurred and his cheeks became streaked with tears.

He also wasn't surprised when his fist met the steering wheel, and then his other one before he started to just beat it within an inch of it's life.

The scream however was a bit of a surprise, but soon he was just yelling and beating his steering wheel while tears kept pouring down his face. The surfaced emotions finally grabbing hold of him and pulling him under, like somone just tied cemente blocks to his feet and pushed him off of the bridge into the river.

Never in his life had ever felt so lost, not knowing what to do, or where to go.

He could remember feeling this way sometimes when he was younger, but even if she was part of the problem, he always just went to his mom. She could make everything better, he could always count on her.

But what was he supposed to do now? Now that he knew she wasn't the cure to every problem? Now that he knew she wasn't someone he could count on anymore?

Jungkook began to think that maybe Hyuk was right.

Maybe he was useless.

After a while, he stopped screaming and punching at his steering wheel, and just leaned his forehead into it and sobbed. Sobbed harder than he can ever remember - his shoulders shaking, nose running and stomach hurting from how hard it was tensing up with each sob.

He felt pathetic and worthless, like he didn't belong anywhere in this world and the fact that he was even breathing was fucking pointless.

Yeura, he fucking turned to Yeura for comfort and reassurance, the woman he hated with every fiber of his fucking being. Also the woman that supposedly knew how to care about him better than anyone, that knew him more than he knew himself, yet he left her crying in her bed. Apparently she didn't know him that well. Didn't how bad he really was.

"'Fucking hate myself, I fucking hate myself," Jungkook kept shakily muttering to himself over and over again while bumping his head against the steering wheel.

However, he quickly sat up when headlights shined in through his rear glass, signaling someone pulling into the driveway behind him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he started freaking out, sniffling and looking through his rearview mirror at the vehicle, wiping away his tears quickly so he could see well enough to drive and powering up his truck.

It was a Rolls Royce, and Jungkook knew who that was. It had to be Hosung, who the fuck else drives a Rolls Royce except for rich middle aged men?

The car pulled up right beside him, before turning off and a large figure exited the vehicle.

Jesus fucking Christ, how the fuck did a man that big even fit into that car?

Jungkook has seen photographs of Hosung, but now that he thinks about it, they were only ever face shots of him. So in other words, he had no idea that the man was so large. Tall and insanely buff. He himself had a muscular build and was by no means short, but Hosung fucking dwarfed him.

So needless to say, he didn't want to be stopped and questioned by a man like him. So Jungkook threw his truck in reverse and backed out the driveway as fast he could, tires squealing as he got onto the road and after throwing it in drive, he floored it.

Flying away from that hellhole as quickly as his truck could manage.

Jungkook had to park on the side of the road since there was too many cars in the driveway and he quickly made his way into the house - just opening the door without knocking like he always did.

There was a group of people sitting at the kitchen table, most of them Jungkook had never seen before, the only familiar faces he knew belonged to Namjoon and Yoongi. It seemed like they were playing some sort of card game, but Jungkook only caught a glimpse as he walked right passed them, on a mission perhaps.

"Jungkook?" He heard the voice of Yoongi call out behind him, but he didn't stop and kept making his way to the elder's room.

Once he got inside, he went straight to the dresser in the corner and flung open the first drawer that he knew Yoongi usually kept his stuff in. He moved clothes around and ended up throwing them out onto the floor, searching desperately.

When he didn't find it in the top one, he started searching the other drawers, flinging them open and throwing the clothes and random items behind him.

"Jungkook? The hell are you doing-- hey, watch it you little fucker," Jungkook turned around and saw Yoongi standing at the door, pulling a shirt off of his face that Jungkook must have thrown a little further than the rest.

"Where is it?" He stood up straight, squaring up his shoulders and approaching Yoongi. His chest was rising and falling more quickly from his haste to find what he was looking for and he puffed a deep breath through his nostrils.

Yoongi frowned at him. "Mind telling me what the fuck you're talking about and why you're throwing my shit everywhere?" He looked passed Jungkook at his clothes stewn across the floor.

"Where is it?!" Jungkook shouted this time, grabbing his friends shoulders and shaking him. "Your shit-- the-the, the fucking coke, man" he loosened his grip and exhaled, realizing he shouldn't result to violence with his friend if he wanted to get what he desired and then he took his hands completely off, letting his arms fall to his sides.

The elder looked taken aback for a moment, no doubt wondering why the hell Jungkook was looking for coke since he never messed with it usually, but then a slight grin pulled at the corner of his lips. "The coco, yeah?" He clarified with amusement and Jungkook nodded his head.

"I need it, man,"

Yoongi nodded, shrugging his shoulders. "Well I'd give it to you, but I'm using it for the poker game."

"What? What do you mean using it for the game?"

"Instead of money, Kook, you can use drugs to gamble with," the elder seemed to find Jungkook's oblivion funny because he chuckled. "Want the coke? Gotta come win it." And then his short friend gave him a pat on the upper arm and turned around, leaving the room to return to the kitchen.

Jungkook stood there, thinking it over in his head.

He knew how to play poker, was pretty good at it truth be told. And all he would need was to win a little bit and then tap out, take his winnings and go.

"Yeah, I'll play," he muttered to himself, not too far behind Yoongi as he left the room.

Win a little bit and then tap out, that was the deal he had made with himself.

But when do things really ever go as planned? Especially for him?

Three hours later and Jungkook was slapping the table with his hand, five lines of cocaine whirling in his system. "Come on! Come on!" He shouted at the people sat around the table, who were getting distracted by conversations and taking bathroom breaks, but all Jungkook cared about right now was the numerous baggies piled together in the middle of the table, calling his name. And he knew he couldn't get them unless this game got back on the fucking track and he won them. "Let's fucking play!"

He can't win if he can't play.

"Chill, Kook," Namjoon told him with the exhale of smoke from the joint he held between his thumb and forefinger.

Jungkook shot up from his chair and leaned over the table, pointing a finger in Namjoon's face. "You fucking chill!" He shouted down at him, making his friend flinch in surprise and widen his blood-shot eyes. Jungkook slammed his fist down on the table, catching everyone's attention. "What?!" He screamed at everyone. "Is it because you're afraid to fucking lose to me again?!" His chair flew back when he kicked his foot backwards, making a loud clacking noise as it fell over to the ground. "You fucking pussies, come on!"

"Hey!" Yoongi shouted at Jungkook as he stood up from his chair, causing the younger to pause. "You need to fucking calm down right the fuck now!" He exhaled deeply, pushing his hair back off of his forehead. "In fact, I think you're fucking done for tonight, kid. Fucking for or five lines already, you're gonna fry yourself."

Jungkook was bristling, breathing deeply and feeling this unstoppable urge to tear the plaster off of the fucking walls and break everything he could get his hands on. Maybe even douse the place in gasoline and drop a match on it.

"You think you're my fucking dad or something?" Jungkook spoke lowly this time, tone of voice threatening. "Well my dad's dead. So unless you want to be too, I'd suggest you stop trying to act like you're him."

Silence passed over the table for a moment, everyone looking at Jungkook in shock.

Without saying a word, Yoongi walked around the table and up to Jungkook, grabbing the front of his shirt and jerking him towards the door. Even though Jungkook was bigger, he stumbled along, not being truly stable enough to protest.

"Get the fuck out of here," Yoongi spat at him after opening the door, shoving him out of it and onto the porch.

When the door slammed in his face and he heard the tell tale locking sound, Jungkook charged at it, kicking and banging his fists against it. "Fuck you, Yoongi! Fuck you!" He screamed at the wood and then continued to pound it with his fists, ripped knuckles splitting open again as red oozed out.

Slowly, he began to freak out when his friend showed no signs of answering him and his racing heart started to race even more until he felt like it was going to beat right through his chest. "Yoongi!"

Where was he supposed to go now? Home wasn't an option, neither was Yeura's and he tried Yugyeom before he even went to Yeura's house earlier, but his friend had told him that he was caught up with the lady from the front desk at the dance academy.

Of course his friend had asked him if there was some sort of emergency, but Jungkook wasn't going to cock block him with his fucked up issues.

The next time he knocked, it was more soft. "Yoongi," Jungkook called out brokenly this time, voice low and his eyes stinging with tears. "Yoongi I have nowhere else to go," he sniffled, hating how weak he felt and waited only a few more moments and giving another knock to see if Yoongi was finally going to respond.

Giving up, he turned around and headed for the steps, head hung low, but that's when he heard the door creak open behind him.

"Hey," Yoongi called out and Jungkook whipped around to look at him. "You can come back in, but you're fucking done with the coke, yeah?"

"Yeah," Jungkook mumbled, wiping his tears away with the back of his hand hurriedly, not wanting Yoongi to see him cry, but the elder seemed to just ignore it.

"Come on then." Yoongi said, gesturing with his head for Jungkook to come back inside.

Jungkook kept his head low and headed back into the house, but as he passed Yoongi he muttered an apology to him.

Maybe Yoongi's wasn't the best place to be, maybe no one here truly gave a fuck about him, but at least he had a semi-safe roof to sleep under for the night until he figured out something else.

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