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million dollar darling | jeon jungkook

summary: jeon jungkook is well aware of how privileged he is to have been born into the life he was given. it was glamorous and influential yet close-knit and suffocating, something he thought he wanted to escape from. a trip back home to the circle of wealth and snottiness for his best friend’s million dollar wedding has reminded him of all the reasons why he wanted to leave in the first place… and all the reasons he should stay — the main one being you, the spoiled rich girl he knew was utterly perfect for him.

➣ genre/au: jungkook x model!reader [she/her, female anatomy], old money au, smut, plot [soft on the e2l/f2l tropes]

[loosely inspired by ‘crazy rich asians’ movie/book by kevin kwan]

➣19.7k words

warnings: heavy plot. smut. model oc. jk is a wander but he’s really just a rich guy in disguise. oc and jk got heavy tension but good banter. oc is kinda snotty but not really? namjoon x oc [not y/n]. rich, old money snotty bts. sex on a yacht. teasing. foreplay. oral [f and m receiving]. jk goes to town on oc. cunnilingus. unprotected. missionary. oc on top. jk is tatted up in a polo. heavy makeout. breast play. fingering. dirty talk. oc goes down on jk while he’s on the phone with hobi 😭. jk’s villain arc as he slowly turns back into a cocky rich boy hehe. jk gets sex flashbacks at dolce and gabbana

“Come on, it’s my wedding and I want you as my best man. Do it for your best friend.”

The sky had been clear when he landed, a bright blue cloudless sky that resembled the clarity of the sea he had left behind. The air already seemed stiffer and the bleakness of the airport brought his mood down almost immediately.

The only thing to make him somewhat happy to be home was the sight of the person in front of him, a huge grin on his face as he saw him. The man was dressed casual in a pair of sweats and a hoodie but the small details of his watch matched with the luxury car parked outside brought unwelcome attention to Jungkook when people stared.

“I was worried you bailed last minute,” Namjoon said with a grin as he pulled him into a hug, “It’s good to see you.”

“I wouldn’t,” Jungkook reached into the pocket of his oversized black hoodie and slid his face mask off, taking a cigarette and lighting it once they were outside the airport, “It’s been too long without seeing your beautiful face.”

“Yeah, don’t tell Yeonwoo, but I’d marry you if you weren’t such a man,” Namjoon joked, playfully flirting which Jungkook just laughed off.

“Too bad you’re not my type,” Jungkook patted his shoulder apologetically, “Besides, where is the bride?”

“Getting her hair done for tonight,” Namjoon said as they got into a Bentley Mulssane, “Also, please drive, I’m scared.”

“Hyung,” Jungkook scoffed, taking the keys anyway, “If you hate driving so much why buy an expensive car?”

“Yeonwoo liked the color,” Namjoon said as he got in the passenger’s seat of his own car, “Are you staying with your parents? I could still find you an apartment.”

“For a week? Don’t bother, I’m staying at a hotel,” Jungkook said, turning the engine on and driving out.

Namjoon sighed, “So you really are leaving again?”

“Was there ever a doubt I was?” Jungkook asked in surprise.

“Duh, kid. We miss you, you rarely call, you never visit, you barely respond and we know nothing that goes on with you,” Namjoon said, “I thought once you got your fill of life experiences, you’d come back.”

Jungkook didn’t say anything at that, sniffling uncomfortably as he tried switching the subject, “So, who’s my partner?”

This time Namjoon was the one to freeze up, staring out the window with sunglasses on and his jaw locked. With a shy smile, he asked, “Are you gonna bring a date?”

His brows furrowed as he looked at his friend, “Who’s the Maid of Honor?”

Namjoon released a nervous laugh, “Y/n L/n.”

The silence in the car was loud and from the way Jungkook’s jaw tensed and his eyes narrowed, it was easy to see he wasn’t happy about that. You? You were the Maid of Honor and his partner down the aisle?

“You know, her and Yeonwoo are close and Yeonwoo’s always thinking about who looks the best next to her on camera and obviously she’s gonna choose the runway model but listen,” Namjoon could barely catch a breath, “Y/n’s matured more now and she’s going to be there tonight so please be on your best behavior.”

“Tonight? What’s tonight?” Jungkook’s tone was sharper now and Namjoon huffed in annoyance.

“The rehearsal dinner on the pier, it was all in the catalog I sent you,” Namjoon said, “It’s for press. Our parents want to get it on Forbes and Vogue, they want to make it the Wedding of the Year.”

They both laughed at that and Jungkook sighed, “So there’s gonna be cameras?”

“Yeah but don’t worry they won’t focus on you,” Namjoon said with a smirk, “The attention’s going on me.”

When Jungkook pulled up to the hotel he would be staying at for the week, Namjoon left him to settle in with a promise that he would make it tonight so he had no choice not to. A letter from a close friend was sitting on the coffee table and he set his things down to get it.

It was a big envelope with a card and a few things rattling inside that made him curious. Jungkook turned the envelope down so the contents would fall onto his palm and a roll of condoms slipped out.

‘Welcome home buddy, enjoy the penthouse and may all your frustrations come undone — Jung Hoseok.’

The note itself made him scoff in disbelief. His womanizing friend making jokes before they’ve actually reunited. He left the things on the table and left to shower, doing what he could to make himself look presentable for tonight.

Tonight was the beginning of a soon-to-be hectic week of photoshoots, brunches, parties and finally the wedding. You were one of the ones front and center, never taking the limelight from the bride but carrying your own sense of grace that had people turning heads when you walked into a room—or in this case riverwalk.

You vowed to appear your best tonight and opted for a silk, powder blue Prada dress paired with Swarovski crystals on your neck. You did your part as Maid of Honor, directing all attention to your friend, polite smile and gentle assurance when needed in front of a crowd. Yeonwoo found it comical how well you fit into character when you need to.

“The perfect friend,” Yeonwoo joked as you dabbed smeared lip gloss from her lips, “What would I do without you?”

“Oh, I hope you never have to find out,” You said in a gentle voice that feigned innocence and longing. Yeonwoo laughed as she was called toward other people and you let her go as you found the nearest server holding a glass of champagne. You took a glass, turning toward the railing overlooking the shore, tipping your glass back and chugging as much of the drink as possible.

“So this is where the Maid of Honor will be spending her night?” A familiar deep voice spoke up from behind you and a mischievous smile grew on your face. You set the glass down, straightened your posture and turned to him with a soft gaze.

“Now you know that’s not fair, Joon, I’ve been with Yeonwoo most of the night,” you told him, already motioning for another server to give you a glass, completely ignoring the man standing beside him.

“I believe you, darling, now why don’t you come say hi to the Best Man,” Namjoon pushed Jungkook forward who just glared at him in response, “You remember Jeon Jungkook, right?”

“It’s been two years, not ten,” You said, finally looking at Jungkook with a glimmer of annoyance in your eyes, matched by his stare of unamusement.

“Alright well why don’t you two get reacquainted while I search for the gorgeous love of my life,” Namjoon said, making his escape as quick as possible.

“You counted?” Jungkook asked, taking just one step toward you, trying to stop his eyes from trailing down your figure.

“Of course,” You said sarcastically, “I’ve just missed you so.”

He couldn’t stop the roll of his eyes as he turned to the water, “You knew we were partners?”

“Obviously, I know everything,” you said with a scoff that had his tongue pressing against his cheek, clearly annoyed, “Like how you’re staying at one of the Jung’s hotels instead of home. How you plan on leaving still, where you landed, how long you’ve been her—“

“So you’re stalking me?” Jungkook asked, only half joking.

“Don’t you wish,” you laughed, “You’re all over the news.”

His smile dropped. When he had nothing to say, you grew bored and left him behind, making sure to lightly graze your fingers against his arm as you said, “And just remember, you’re the one who despises me, not the other way around.”

With that, you left without looking back and he was left watching the sway of your hips when you walked away.

Money rules the world, even when people want to say it doesn’t. The people who have it are living the dream and the ones who don’t, want the dream. It doesn’t even have to be the luxurious wonders of the world, it could be as little as financial stability or surviving. At the end of the day, it was a Rich Man’s world and this group of individuals were born lucky.

First, the groom: Kim Namjoon. The man with it all, the money, the family, the education, son of millionaires with three hospitals in their name and a line of pharmacies all across the globe.

The bride: soon-to-be, Kim Yeonwoo. The heiress to half a dozen airlines, an airport funded by her family for decades and a beautiful island in her name off the coast.

Kim Seokjin, practically a prince, generations worth of politicians, the highest education and a trust fund worth millions. He was the one you’ll see with the president or in Australia, golfing with men in charge.

Jung Hoseok, the hotel heir to a chain of ten thousand hotels across the globe. He was the one you’ll most likely catch partying in Venice with a princess whose name he couldn’t actually remember—or maybe giving a waitress the night of her life.

Min Yoongi, eldest son of an elite banking firm formed a hundred years ago. He was private about his life, similar to Jungkook, he only came out when he was summoned by one of the others.

Kim Taehyung was wild as Hoseok but more quiet about it. He’ll soon be heir of the billion dollar empire his family built in the Art world of museums and curations and performing arts.

Now, Jungkook’s story was a bit different from the others. His family worked in land development, most of the country being built on the backs of the Jeon’s who brought cities to rural areas and avoided the public’s eye.

They had the kind of old money that everyone knew, even when they tried to stay out of the news.

It was the kind of old money, people could never stop talking about and you understood what that meant most.

There was a mystery to the fortune of your family, it was old money, so old nobody knew where it came from. Some say oil, some claim aristocrats but it was too far back, and too private for any to know. All the public knew were the generous and loving philanthropists and their perfect daughter, the Nation’s Sweetheart, you.

You really were loved by all, the camera, the press, everyone. They all saw the kind, innocent girl in the public’s eye but only a few saw the snotty, spoiled and downright disrespectful side of you that was real.

Where Jungkook craved independence and isolation from his family name, you soaked in it. The attention. The money. The dependence, you were the complete opposite of him and it drew him insane.

One might ask why he was around you if he really did despise you, but for a long time it wasn’t up to him. The group didn’t all become friends one magical night when you compared your family’s net worth.

No, this bond had grown between galas, private academies, horse riding lessons at the country club and family businesses. It was a very elite, classist society where only the ultra rich could really only trust in each other and keep a country afloat off of it.

Do you think Namjoon would have been allowed to marry Yeonwoo if her parents weren’t as rich as they were?

Do you think Seokjin would have married his wife that he met at Oxford if her family hadn’t been international shipping magnates?

It was like a spider web, they were all connected in some way, all controlled and that’s what Jungkook hated.

He loved his friends, truly, but he hated the control. Not a single one of them had real freedom and every little thing they did came with a price and he couldn’t live that way anymore. He understood his own privilege and how lucky he was to grow up in such a way but he knew there was more to life than just that. When he left home for the first time, he didn’t expect to feel so free. It was like a sense of independence he’s not sure any of his friends have felt and now that he’s back he’s reminded once again of how suffocating it all is.

There had to be at least a hundred guests in attendance tonight and he couldn’t find a moment of silence. The suit he wore felt uncomfortable and he hated the way it seemed to confine him, make him more rigid and stiff.

“Please Jungkook, I was only being funny. Did it bother you that much?” Hoseok asked with a tinge of mischief in his voice.

“No,” Jungkook shrugged as he looked around the banquet hall, “I just found it unnecessary.”

“Really? I would’ve assumed the opposite considering you’ll be spending a lot of time with Y/n this week,” Taehyung said with a shrug as the three of them stood off to the side, talking amongst themselves as the guests of the charity banquet focused on your parents who stood on stage making some speech about the importance of giving.

As if on cue, the spotlight turned toward you where you smiled politely and acted shyly for the cameras.

A scoff left his lips as he pulled his gaze away from you, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Hoseok chuckled, “Oh come on man, everyone knows you have a thing for her—you’re really bad at hiding it.”

With a roll of his eyes, Jungkook stepped away from his friends, “You guys don’t know anything.”

He didn’t have a thing for you.

Sure, you’ve known each other for a long time but that means nothing. He’s known them all for a long time and if anything he's made his distaste toward you pretty evident. When you were younger it was only because you were so spoiled and the attention had to always be on you. He hated watching everyone fall for your sweetness and do whatever you asked of them. He almost fell for it himself a couple times but then he would see the way you judged or looked down on people and he just despised you more.

There’s nothing about you that attracts him aside from your looks…

Tonight you were dressed more modestly in a Chanel sweater and skirt set that looked like you would soon be relaxing at the country club. You wore a black headband with a bow on it and satin gloves, looking as polite as ever while you talked to anyone who approached you.

You were the perfect, doting daughter and anyone with eyes could see that.

“So how mad are you?” Yeonwoo asked once you had settled back in your chair next to her and Namjoon. Even Namjoon seemed to listen in on the question, waiting to hear what you would say.

“What do I have to be mad at?” You asked with a tight smile as you reached toward her to fix a slight smudge on her cheek, “ Jungkook?”

“Well, we know you have some sort of disliking toward each other but…” Yeonwoo bit her lip nervously, “Joonie and Jungkook are really close.”

“We know you two don’t like each other but you should have expected this, right?” Namjoon chuckled nervously, “You’re both our best friends and…”

“Am I saying anything?” You asked.

They shared a look with each other, “I guess not.”

You smiled, “Okay, then let’s just make sure everything runs smoothly this week.”

You did in fact feel a type of way about Jeon Jungkook but you weren’t going to admit that right now surrounded by so many people always lingering around trying to listen. You’ve learned to be very careful about how you act in public and there’s no way your friends will get you to act out by asking about him.

Jungkook was not someone you wished to exhort so much energy on. He wasn’t worth anything to you and despite how many years you’ve known him, you’ve never wished to get to know him. You don’t care where he goes when he’s not home or who he talks to, nor what he does. He doesn’t cross your mind at all through your normal day to day and you surely weren’t going to let him in this week. All he has going for him is his money and his looks.

Ever since you learned he would be the Best Man you thought about what that would mean and accepted that he would be the one to walk with you down the aisle. Despite not being happy about it, you managed to hide your resentment quite well.

You know how he feels about you and over time that’s made you develop a disliking toward him which you find only fair. He might dislike you for being spoiled but you dislike him for being so entitled.

For some reason, he thinks distancing himself from this life means he’s better than everyone else and you hate that. He thinks that by moving away and making his own money suddenly makes him different than the rest of you but that’s not true. He just wants to act like he’s self made so he can feel superior to all of you trust fund babies and that is what annoyed you.

After some time third wheeling, you were getting tired and slightly annoyed watching the couple act lovey dovey. You hated couples, they grossed you out even if they were your best friends.

“Mind if I keep you company? You look like you need it.”

With a furrow in your brows, you turned to face the person who felt the need to whisper in your ear and get close to you without permission. A smile spread across your lips at the man standing directly behind you, his arm draping over your front and hugging you.

“Hello, darling, I’ve missed you,” Jimin’s voice was soft yet sultry and you gave each other kisses on the cheek in greeting as he moved to the empty seat beside you.

“I didn’t realize you were back,” You said to him, “How was Paris?”

He released a sigh, “Oh the usual, shopping… a few events here and there.”

“Mhm, and when’d you get back?” You asked, now intrigued by his presence.

“Just last night. I was planning on visiting you earlier but things came up,” Jimin said, adjusting the Swiss watch on his wrist, admiring the shine, “What has happened since I was gone?”

“Oh God, he’s back,” Hoseok rolled his eyes from across the room, “I ran into him in Marseille the other day and the guy wanted to act like he didn’t know me.”

“He’s been insufferable since Uni,” Taehyung muttered under his breath, “I don’t understand why Y/n puts up with him.”

“Who?” Jungkook asked, only half curious. He hadn’t been paying attention until he heard your name and his reason for hearing it was purely coincidental.

“Park Jimin,” Hoseok clarified, making Jungkook look closer at the man who sat very close to you, making you smile and touch his arms when you spoke.

“Am I supposed to know who that is?” Jungkook seemed indifferent as he looked down at his glass of champagne, trying to resist the urge to look back at you.

“Not at all,” Taehyung said, “He’s just some guy we went to Uni with here. I don’t know how he met Y/n though, probably at some shitty party but he’s nobody that matters.”

Well… Park Jimin was the son of starlets. His great grandmother, his grandmother was an actress, his mother was an actress and he’s been in a few independent films here and there. He spends most of his time sailing on yachts or speaking of the Cannes Film Festival. He’s insanely rich, but he’s still not rich enough despite his accumulated generational wealth.

Unlike Jungkook’s wealth which held actual value especially in real estate, Jimin’s just didn’t compare to his or any of his friends for that matter. So why did you seem captivated by him?

He is aware he shouldn’t think this way, it’s only him reverting back to his old self which was all arrogance and entitlement. He shouldn’t think about how much wealthier he was compared to Jimin.

Unfortunately, Jungkook couldn’t seem to drag his gaze away from the pair as he tipped his champagne glass back, liquid pouring down his throat.

“Do you think she’ll take him to the wedding? I doubt Namjoon or Yeonwoo would ever invite him themselves,” Hoseok said and the three seemed like a group of gossips, the way they huddled around each other.

In Jungkook’s defense, he was barely listening to his friends. He was too busy watching the interaction happening not far from where he stood, eyes narrowed trying to understand what was happening.

First, he didn’t like you. He found you unbearable and you were the epitome of everything he hated about the High Society he had been raised in.

Second, he was only looking because you were next to his best friends. Maybe he wanted to see how in love Namjoon and Yeonwoo were but he couldn’t see because of you and your… friend.

Third, he wanted to know how you managed to stand out in your outfit despite the room being filled with people in extravagant clothes.

“I’m not sure, actually, rumors say she might,” Taehyung said and Jungkook couldn’t help but look over.

“What?”

“We’re just wondering if the Maid of Honor would bring her little boy toy to the wedding,” Hoseok said, looking at Jungkook as his jaw tensed, “What do you think?”

“I don’t care if Y/n brings anyone, we’re just dates for the pictures and ceremony,” Jungkook said with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“So are you going to take a date too then?” Taehyung asked.

“Maybe,” Jungkook said as a server came around holding a tray of champagne glasses and he switched his empty one out for a full one. He didn’t bother to look back at his friends as he began walking away, “I’ll be back.”

“It’s so hard for him to act like he doesn’t care.”

“Kook! Come here, man,” Namjoon said with a wide grin as he saw his best friend walking by them. Jungkook didn’t bother glancing down at you as he greeted his friend.

“Kooky, I haven’t seen you all night,” Yeonwoo stood up to hug him, “Please don’t seduce my future husband, everyone has already RSVP’d.”

“Oh Yeonie,” Jungkook softly caressed her cheek, tipping her chin up to look at him, “If I wanted him, I would have had him by now.”

“Joon!” Yeonwoo whined clinging to Namjoon who just winked at Jungkook, further amplifying his fiancé’s feigned sobs. Jungkook smiled watching her squirm and without him meaning to, he let his gaze fall toward you.

“Y/n.”

You met his intense stare with your own and you could hear Jimin say he was going to get a drink but you didn’t look at him. You looked down at what Jungkook was wearing—a plain black Prada suit, how boring. “Jungkook.”

“Is that who you’re bringing to the wedding?” Jungkook asked, looking back at the infamous Park Jimin who stood with Taehyung and Hoseok, all three of them pretending to enjoy each other’s company.

“Maybe, we do get along very well,” you said with a sly smile as you stood up, not yet reaching Jungkook’s height but he didn’t intimidate you, “Is that a problem?

“No,” Jungkook said, voice low and deep, “I was just curious.”

“And why were you curious?” You asked, a mocking tone in your voice that he didn’t like, “Do tell me, how often are you curious about what I do?”

A scoff left his lips as he looked away from you first, “It was just a question, don’t get ahead of yourself and think you matter to me more than you do.”

An evident pout appeared on your lips and for a second his expression changed with worry but the moment was fleeting. You just laughed [giggled, actually] and with a gentle touch to his arm, said, “No need to lie to yourself.”

His eyes narrowed, anger bubbling up inside him when he heard a shutter of cameras going off, flash in his face and without thinking, he took your hand in his and left.

“If you plan on kidnapping me, it won’t work,” You said teasingly as you left to some dark corner behind large pillars.

“I’m not going to put up with a week of your games,” Jungkook said as he let go of your hand, missing the way your eyes fell to the black ink on his knuckles—something you had never noticed before, not even on the yacht when it was dark out.

“Then stop playing into them,” you said with a laugh, “If I drive you crazy, why bother talking to me at all? I think we’re both very capable of ignoring each other enough to not have to say a single word.”

“What I mean is, you can put on this act of yours for the cameras but don’t drag me into it,” Jungkook told you, ignoring the idea you had thrown out there. He was referring to your strange smiles and touches you give him when in the public.

“I’m not dragging you into anything,” You rolled your eyes, “And you seem to forget all eyes have been on you since you got back—heir to the Jeon Corporation. What do you think people will say when they find out you dragged me out here all alone? The Big, Bad & Rebellious Jeon Jungkook and The Nation’s Sweetheart, me.”

His eyes shut with a hint of anger that he tried to subdue, “Sweetheart?”

“That’s what I said,” you smiled sweetly to prove your point making him scoff.

“You’re not a sweetheart, you’re a spoiled brat,” Jungkook said, looking down at you in your pretty clothes with your pretty jewelry and your pretty face.

“Nice of you to finally notice,” you said bitterly and with a roll of your eyes, you pushed into his shoulder on purpose as you walked past him, “But we’re all the same, aren’t we? Just some of us like to act all high and mighty because you leave home craving independence, ignoring your privilege to seem like better people.”

Jungkook felt the jab of your words but he let you walk past him without a rebuttal.

With a sense of frustration, he ran his fingers through his hair, trying to collect himself to rejoin High Society and finish the night with his head held high.

When Jungkook left his hotel the day of the Bachelor Party, he hadn’t been sure what to expect. Hoseok had done most of the planning for it since he had been abroad and when it comes to Hobi, you never know what to expect. It was almost two days of festivities and it was only toward the end that everyone would separate into their respective groups. That meant that once again he was forced into the same place as you.

The yacht sailed toward the private island the events would be at and as big as it was, he couldn’t escape you. There were the main group of friends that were always together and a few added guests, mostly Yeonwoo’s friends. Hoseok had already been hyping up the party tonight more than anything and everytime Namjoon would grow more worried. He didn’t need a big party thrown by his notorious womanizing friend.

“So what do the girls have planned?” Jungkook asked Namjoon as they sat at a table, looking at everyone aboard. Some people wore little clothing, others casual clothes, you wore something in between. It was casual yet attractive.

“ I don’t know, something probably calmer than what Hobi’s got for us,” Namjoon said but his friend had tuned him out after the first part, “Y/n planned it all and leant us the Yacht for the guests.”

“The yacht?” Jungkook asked, looking around at the luxury super yacht.

“14.7 million dollar yacht for Y/n’s birthday last year,” Namjoon explained to Jungkook, “She wanted a Booze Cruise.”

Jungkook couldn’t help but scoff, “So Y/n got a yacht?”

“It comes in handy, doesn’t it?” A soft voice spoke from behind him and his breath hitched. You looked over to Namjoon, “Yeonie is looking for you.”

“The wife calls,” Namjoon said with a cheesy smile as he left you two behind.

“So, are you ready to go party with Hobi tonight?” You asked with a laugh, “I heard he’s got some former Miss Universe models coming in.”

“Oh, fun,” Jungkook said, slightly sarcastic.

“Kook, you’re not old enough to not like partying with models,” You teased making him look over at you. For a moment he wondered if what you said had a double meaning considering you were a model but he didn’t want to speak up about it.

“I’m sorry, I’m not a party animal,” Jungkook said truthfully, only a hint of joking as he looked around at the packed floor, “I think even this is too much.”

“Wow, how could you be a former Socialite if you don’t like partying?” You asked, “Is it all that time in the jungle or desert you spent alone that changed you?”

Jungkook could hear the sarcasm in your tone but he knew it wasn’t in an offensive way. He had backpacked to a small village in Indonesia for a few weeks before leaving to Nevada or Dubai—and he hated that you knew it all. He enjoyed traveling alone and experiencing things alone; he doesn’t need parties with too loud of music or too many drunks. He’s like Namjoon, they want to celebrate with their small group of friends rather than a party full of strangers who don’t even know what the occasion is.

“It might’ve,” Jungkook said, clearing his throat and checked the time.

You didn’t say much else after that and he got the impression that you grew bored talking to him. He looked at you still waiting to see if you would say something else but instead, you just looked off into the distance, not bothering to hide the sudden boredom you must have felt.

He’s sure he could have found something else to say to you but it was no use when he could see you beginning to slip away when you looked down at your cellphone with a bright smile. You didn’t utter out a goodbye as you left him behind to answer your phone, “Chimmy, I’ve missed you. How’s Morocco?”

“Warm,” Jimin said, “I’ve just finished a shoot and I believe I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Oh I won’t be home, remember?” You said as the final thing Jungkook was able to hear from you before you walked away.

Jungkook couldn’t help but look after you, thinking about who might’ve called you and how things were handled and he had to be honest, he was curious. He wasn’t attracted to you but he found you attractive… He thought you were charming and charismatic but not enough for him to want you, maybe…

The two of you just seem so different. He’s seen as the Black Sheep of the group, not because he’s not wealthy or attractive but because his past decisions have apparently been awful ones.

He was never one for parties so he wasn’t wild and defiant. He did make a declaration to leave all the money behind and pursue his dreams—something rich people were not allowed to do. Especially not if you were next in line to inherit it all like Jungkook was.

You are more free than he is and yet you like being in your bubble. You like the glamor and the responsibilities because unlike him, you know how to play both sides. Do your parents care that you’re out wasted at European raves or sailing on your yacht with a foreign prince? No, why? Because you know how to act like the innocent, perfect princess you’re supposed to be.

Jungkook can’t pretend that well. He can’t hide his tattoos or piercings or signs of nonconformity.

So, yes, he finds you attractive but he can’t let himself fall for you when he thinks you’re too different from each other. It just doesn’t stop his brain from thinking about you though.

“Have you seen Y/n?” Jungkook asked Taehyung who had been sandwiched between two women he couldn’t name.

Taehyung, evidently drunk, shook his head no, “Are you ready to confess your undying love for her?”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, scoffing as he said, “Fuck off.”

All Taehyung did was laugh, making the girls he had his arms around laugh too and Jungkook left feeling annoyed. He was just curious to know where you were, that’s all. Namjoon and Yeonwoo are busy making their rounds, greeting and thanking everyone on the boat and his other friends were off doing their own things. He’s already spent too much time sulking by the railing, staring down at the dark blue water that he can’t take it anymore. He doesn’t want to drink to the point that he’s drunk so really, his last hope is you.

“Have you seen Y/n?” Jungkook asked as he went to the rooftop where Hoseok was sitting in a hot tub full of strangers. Hoseok looked like such an asshole [something Jungkook had permission to say] with his designer sunglasses and Vacheron Constantin watch, just barely above the water surface.

Hoseok barely glanced his way as he said, “I don’t know, check downstairs.”

That was all Jungkook needed to know before he was heading down to find you. It took a while of asking any person he passed by, where you might be and through all this, he couldn’t remember why he was looking for you in the first place.

He had no idea where he was going, he just found himself walking down what felt like endless corridors of rooms, following the directions of whatever housekeeper he could find. The boat really was big, and he couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that this was a simple birthday present.

“Now, who do we have here?” You looked down the empty hallway toward the man in front of you. It pained you to see just how attractive Jeon Jungkook really was.

You have to admit, he really knows how to dress for occasions. The rare times he’s photographed in some news article, he’s dressed casually, clearly trying to hide from the public eye but now that he’s back it seems his fashion has picked up. He wore a striped black flannel Dolce & Gabbana shirt tucked into cream colored slacks, and matching velvet black slippers from their newest collection.

“I’m just… wandering,” Jungkook cleared his throat, whatever excuse he had made up earlier, completely out of mind, “What happened to your dress?”

A large red stain adorned the front of your pink dress from the chest down your torso. You looked down at the stain with a roll of your eyes, “Some stupid bitch worker. She’s off the boat tomorrow.”

Jungkook widened his eyes, feeling you brush past him and down the hall, “So you’re firing someone for spilling a drink?”

“Um, this is Valento? Do you know how hard it is to get rid of a stain like this?” You asked with a slight scoff as you went to the door straight at the end, pushing your key card in to open it, “It took the dry cleaners ages last time.”

“I didn’t take you as an Outfit Repeater to be worrying about things like that,” he stopped at the door, already looking around at what was evidently the master cabin. The water out the windows was a dark, midnight blue and it reflected into the room of silver and gray. It had a walk-in closet, and king sized bed with a view of the open water and a private deck. He didn’t dare go in and put himself in personal quarters with you.

You gasped, stopping your movements of rummaging through your closet to say, “I am an environmentalist.”

He couldn’t tell if you were being serious or not and he had to fight back a grin at how un-woke you sounded considering you were ruining the planet with a private yacht of this size.

You pulled out an off-white dress, a Jaquemus piece, ‘La Robe Artichaut’, “Ugh, after this week, I am firing a lot of people.”

“What happened this time?” Jungkook asked, leaning against the doorframe watching you, waiting for you to kick him out but you just went toward the windows overlooking the dark blue ocean. As much as you claimed to not get along, you talked like old friends.

You reached your hands toward your back, attempting to undo the back of your dress on your own, “I told my assistant not to pack anything close to white and she packs this dress? I swear people can’t do anything right.”

“If people ask just say you’re supposed to match me,” Jungkook said referring to his slacks, “Yeonie won’t be mad her Maid of Honor is wearing off-white.”

“I guess,” you sighed, letting go of your dress and not bothering to look back at him as you said, “Undo the back.”

Jungkook stood silently at the door, staring at you with dark eyes. The fabric of your dress was thin and soft to the touch—he could just tell with the way your figure had so effortlessly shaped the dress. It is a real pity you had to change out of it, he’ll admit that, but now he’s been asked—no, demanded—to help you to take it off.

He has no idea why you think you could just boss him around but this seems to have always been the case. The two of you were never close in the past but the very few times you would run into each other… as much as he hated it, there was always some sort of tension there.

With your back to him, you hadn’t seen the way he silently made his way across the room, shutting the door behind him as he went right to you. You could sense his presence behind you, see his reflection in the dark window and feel his rough fingers brush against your back.

“I meant to tell you, I like your shoes,” You said casually, his fingers beginning to work the knot that tied the ribbon of your dress, “My friend wore them in Paris just a week ago.”

“Friend?” Jungkook raised a brow curiously, his eyes trained slowly on the ribbon he was ever so slowly pulling loose. His gaze shifted to your reflection in the window as he pulled a little rougher than earlier, “Is this the one you’re always running off on the phone with?”

“You mean Park Jimin?” You asked, not bothering to react at all to his roughness or his speed, “Yes, him.”

You could feel Jungkook’s deep exhale as he pulled it as loose as he could while still being appropriate, “Are you seeing him?”

A mischievous smile couldn’t help but make its way to your face as you turned to face him, holding your arms around yourself modestly, “Is that what you wanted to talk about all along? You could have asked me earlier instead of spending who knows how long looking for me.”

He had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself agreeing with you, and with a tense jaw he asked again, “Well, are you?”

“I’m going to get changed,” you motioned toward the door, telling him to leave, “Unless you want to help me with that too.”

A scoff left his lips as he took a step back, annoyed that you wouldn’t just answer his question and annoyed he even cared enough to ask. What did it matter to Jungkook if you took a date? He wasn’t in a relationship with you and he barely considered you a friend.

When he wasn’t here and he was traveling, he was perfectly fine not knowing a thing about you aside from whatever article or magazine you appeared in. Why now that he returns and he sees how… glamorously beautiful you are, is he curious about you?

“And just so we’re clear, no, I’m not seeing Jimin,” You told him as he walked toward the door, stopping midway to listen to you, “Because I know it would make you jealous.”

To be honest, you didn’t think he would actually be jealous, it’s just a joke. Something about you just gets under Jungkook’s skin and it wants you to push his buttons that much more. As obvious as it was that he wasn’t at all amused by your sweetness, it was your arrogant charm that seemed to get him every time.

You knew you were beautiful, you knew you had every right to be arrogant and as much as Jungkook could deny he’s attracted to you at all, it’s very noticeable. You’ve never been told no a day in your life. You’ve never been rejected either and you know Jungkook wouldn’t dare reject you if you actually went for it.

Despite how vocal he is about his distaste toward you, you can’t help but still get giddy in his presence. You just want to rile him up and know that he’s attainable to you. You’ve always had a thing for him, he was an absolute gorgeous man and he was wealthy, extremely wealthy. He was educated and had class but at the same time he was rugged and intimidating. You’ve seen the small glimpses of ink on his knuckles and you just know that under all his long sleeves, he had more to show.

Whether you felt seriously for him or if you just figured it’s a spur of the moment situation, you want him.

“Jealous?” Jungkook attempted to scoff but the word caught in his throat with some truth to it, “Why would I be jealous?”

“I don’t know,” You shrugged, sliding the strap of your down your shoulder, “Because then you would have to share my attention with someone else.”

Jungkook knows he should leave. You had asked him to leave yet you kept going back and forth, and it was stopping him from doing so.

He should go.

He needs to go before he does or say something he’ll regret.

If he caves in to your taunts then he’ll be disappointed in himself, like part of him was allowing his return to his old lifestyle of luxury and privilege.

“Y/n, you always say things you don’t know,” Jungkook asked you with a deep voice that had you smiling, practically feeling him give in. His gaze was dark and there was no hiding the growing tension, “And you must think you’re real cute trying to act out now that we’re alone.”

“No, I know I am,” you said, not backing away from the eye contact. “And you know it too.”

“I don’t,” Jungkook loomed over you, eyes tracing down the curve of your nose and to the slight part in your lips, “I think… I think you’re…”

You blinked up at him, “Well say it, or are you too busy thinking about kissing me?”

An annoyed huff left his lips as one of his hands pulled you toward him at your waist and the other tilted your chin up until his lips were grazing over yours. You reached toward him, making the first real press of your mouths together and there was no use in acting like he hadn’t been in fact thinking about kissing you.

Jungkook let his eyes fall shut as yours did and he pulled you closer into his chest with the hand on your jaw sliding down toward the curve of your neck, making sure you didn’t pull away just yet. You kept up with the pace he had set of slow yet hungry kisses, pulling on your lips or letting his tongue slide against yours tenderly.

“Well?” You gasped feeling his soft lips kiss along your jaw, his soft black hair brushing against your face, a light scent of his shampoo or cologne that left you feeling intoxicated. The hand he had on your waist tightened at your words, pulling away with a quiet grunt, he looked you in the eye.

“Don’t ask me any more questions,” Jungkook groaned, the taste of your lips still on his tongue and there was a light sheen of gloss coating his lips from yours.

It’s shameful for him to admit how easy it was for you to break him down into every other man who seems to fall at your feet when given the chance. This is exactly what he didn’t want and now he’s pulling the godforsaken stained dress he undid and watching it slip down your body, revealing your naked form to his hungry eyes.

Above your bedroom was a deck filled with people celebrating the soon-to-be newlyweds while the Best Man and Maid of Honor are in the master cabin, half undressed, and stumbling onto the bed.

Jungkook was gentle but firm, he wasted no time popping the buttons of his shirt open, exposing the toned muscles of his body and the ink covering most of his arm. Your eyes scanned the markings, surprise and wonder evident on your face with how well he managed to hide how much he’s gotten done since he left.

“Surprised?” Jungkook asked, eyes low when your hands ran over his slacks, pulling at his belt and nails lightly scratching at his abdomen. His voice dripped with arousal when you sat up from beneath him, pressing light butterfly kisses to his abs and tattoos.

“You always surprise me,” You admitted, not as teasing as before but with a hint of playfulness still there. You looked up from his chest, the height of your sitting form and his standing one looked endless as he towered over you. “For instance, I didn’t think it would be this easy to get you in my bed.”

You kissed along his neck now, sitting on your knees to reach him better and nipping at his sensitive spots. His hand tightened around the neck of your head, not pulling your hair but definitely getting your eyes on his, “Why do your words sound so dirty when you say them so… “

Jungkook couldn’t even finish his sentence before succumbing to you once more and kissing your lips. With little force applied, he was laying you back down on the bed with his tattooed and muscular body just melting into yours effortlessly. With one hand on your neck and the other sliding down to the curve of your thigh, it felt like he was all over you.

“Let’s take this off you,” Jungkook murmured between kisses down your neck as he began to finally take off the ruined dress that had been in his way since you got him to undo it in the first place, “You’ve been teasing me with this since earlier.”

“Maybe because I wanted to see you get worked up,” you sighed as you made yourself comfortable on the king side bed, your body slowly unveiled to his hungry eyes. Once he had pulled the dress off you completely and threw it to the side, sitting up between your spread legs and staring.

Jungkook didn’t bother with discreteness as he eyed down your naked body still in shock that he was seeing it before him. Your breasts were on full display and the only piece of fabric hiding you was a thin lace underwear that felt so nimble and soft under his fingertips, so easy for him to just tear off of you. You looked gorgeous laying so pliantly underneath him and he couldn’t help but let his hands slide down from your bent knees to your inner thighs.

“Did it work?” You asked just above a whisper as he hovered over you, leaving needy kisses between your breasts while he tugged at the hem of your panties until he was sliding them down your legs.

“It really fucking worked,” Jungkook groaned as he cupped your boobs in his hands, letting his tongue lick at your pert nipples and feeling the way they stiffened underneath him. Your hands went to his hair, legs nearly wrapping around his torso when you felt his teeth lightly press into your nipple, sucking and tugging when needed.

His kisses began to run down toward your navel with his hands replacing his lips and kneading your breasts in the palm of them while he moved down to lay between your legs, “I want a taste, pretty girl.”

“Then get one,” you said in a whiny tone that had his big rounded eyes turning to look at you with surprise. A knowing smirk falling on his lips as he lifted your knees and pulled your thighs apart as far as they could go until he was eye level with your pretty cunt. Jungkook was never one to stop and tease when he needed sex, he had a tendency to get a little rough and take what he wants but it’s so hard to move it along when he’s met with the sight of you laying so pretty for him. He could tell your patience was running thin with how long he was taking to do anything and just before he felt you close to snapping at him, he leaned into you.

“Oh fuck,” you gasped in surprise with the sudden swipe at your clit by Jungkook’a flattened, long tongue and you’ll admit it caused goosebumps to form on your skin. You couldn’t see the way he smiled as his hands circled around your thighs, repeating his teasing flick of his tongue, feeling the way your folds began to react to him.

He felt your fingers run through his soft hair for anchor and for some reason that slight grip you had on him had his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he let himself get lost in the taste of your pussy. No longer up for any sense of teasing, Jungkook lets his mouth fall open, kissing your wet heat with his tongue pressing between your folds and finding your clit. Your hips were slowly bucking into his face, showing him just how much you liked his tongue and he knew just what to do to have you coming undone underneath him.

He sucked your clit into his mouth, his lips wrapped around the hard bud while his tongue swiped against the tip of it. He began a repetition of that and grazing his teeth ever so softly against your sensitive folds knowing he found your weak spot when he sucked your labia into his mouth and had your soft moans filling the cabin.

“Jungkook,” you moaned softly, fingers tugging at his hair roughly, “Oh god.”

He didn’t dare pull his mouth off you to give you a response and instead let his actions grow rougher. He unwrapped a hand from around your thigh and slipped it down to your pussy where he let his finger begin to draw patterns into your labia, so close to your entrance that he could feel your arousal quite literally leak out of you.

Your body was filled by pleasure that Jungkook was bringing you and you couldn’t help but bring your free hand to your neglected chest, trying to fill the void that Jungkook’s hand had left as you groped your breasts. Jungkook looked up completely enamored with the way you played with yourself while he ate you out and without any second thoughts, he pressed his long middle finger into your waiting cunt.

“That’s it,” he whispered, pressing a light kiss along your pelvis, “Cum for me, darling.”

“Jungkook,” you whined as he pushed a second finger in, hooking them upwardward just past your pubic bone and finding that soft, spongy spot with ease. With the way your walls fluttered around his fingers, he knew you were close and all it took was his lips around your clit while thrusting into that pleasure spot of yours, for you to wrap your legs around his shoulders and shake with release, “Oh my god.”

“Mm,” Jungkook groaned with pleasure, feeling your arousal flood his fingers in your release. He looked down at his wet hand, bringing it to his lips where he licked off the release that threatened to drip down his forearm, “Sweet.”

You looked like a mess trying to catch your breath and come to understand what had just happened between you to think too long about the fact that he was pressing his fingers into your waiting mouth till you licked your own release off him. He lifted a brow as your tongue circled around his fingers while sucking on them with your cheeks hollowed in. It had his breath hitching, trying to pull his fingers back out before he came just from that and began to pull at his own pants.

“Condom?” He asked in an unusually low and raspy tone. You blinked, “It’s fine, I’m on the pill.”

He didn’t press for more as he kicked his slacks and briefs off, hard cock pointed up stiffly. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from it. You wanted to wrap your lips around him and take him deep in your mouth because his dick was surprisingly so fucking pretty you just needed it desperately.

With your mind decided, you attempted to sit up when he pushed you back down, cock in his hand as he gave himself a couple strokes to relieve some tension and pulled your legs apart, “I need you now.”

“Impatient, are we?” You asked with a laugh, making yourself relax when you felt his cock head brush against your exposed clit. Jungkook wasn’t paying attention to what you said as much as he was to the way his mushroom tip fit perfectly between your folds.

A soft gasp left your lips as he pushed it against your clit, playing with your labia and letting the clear liquid that dripped out of his tip, coat your clit.

“Fuck,” Jungkook took a deep breath as his cock nearly slipped inside of you, playing with your earlier release to cover his length in it, “Such a pretty pussy.”

With an annoyed roll of your eyes, you grew tired of his teasing and with a quick hook of your leg around his slim waist, you pushed his cock into you eliciting a deep groan [almost growl] to slip from his lips, “Fucking hell, Y/n.”

“You were taking too long,” you moaned, legs falling back again as you tried to ease the slight pain that came from his thick member entering your tight walls. Jungkook’s hair was brushing against your face as he looked down at the way you took him in, “I was trying to be gentle.”

“Did I ask you to be?” You asked with a scoff. Jungkook rolled his eyes, spreading his legs further apart and digging his knees into the bed for support as he covered you with his body, laying down to plant a quick kiss to your lips. “Brat.”

“Jeon Jungkook,” your manicured nails traced down his back until your hands were under his thighs as if ready to make him move on your own, “Are you going to fuck me yet?”

He couldn’t help but scoff in disbelief, an amused smile on his face and without saying a word, he pulled out until on his tip was past your ring of nerves, and suddenly pushed back in. Your lips fell open in a silent gasp as your eyes locked with his and he smirked.

“You need it that bad?” Jungkook asked as he pulled your legs up, pressing them toward your chest and holding them down with his arms as he kissed your neck, dragging his cock back out, “How bad?”

“Jungkook,” you groaned, trying to move your hips but in this position it was useless, “Start moving.”

“Make me,” he kissed the tip of your nose, slowly sliding himself back in just a little. You rolled your eyes, moving your hand to hide your face as you felt yourself getting annoyed.

Jungkook was smiling like this was all just so amusing to him and with his lip pulled between his teeth, he thrusted in with little restraint, starting a slow yet steady rhythm, “Don’t hide your face, darling. I wanna see the Y/n L/n moaning for me.”

“Fuck you,” you shook your head feeling your pussy tighten around him with your legs pulled to your chest unable to escape his thrusts that were becoming more rough by the second.

“Come on darling, you can do it,” Jungkook groaned, feeling like he was on cloud 9 from the way your pussy took him in. He doesn’t know how to explain it but he felt really fucking good right now. He’s not sure if it’s that he hasn’t had sex in a while, or if it had something to do with the fact that it was you, but he was fucking you with all his energy, letting himself relax and just feel good in the moment.

“Jungkook,” you moaned his name, hand slipping from your face so you could wrap it around his neck, “Kiss me.”

“Kiss?” He asked, out of breath as his rhythm faltered and without thinking, he let go of your legs and let them fall back onto the bed as he tilted your chin up with a hand to kiss you. He set his other hand down on the bed for support, getting lost between your lips and your tight pussy.

Jungkook’s tongue licked against yours swallowing your moans, “Y/n, it’s s’good.”

“Mhm,” you circled your legs around him, “Fuck.”

Jungkook kissed down your neck, hands sneaking down to your waist and with one swift movement, rolled onto his back with you on top. He needed a change of pace because if he kept going, he would cum sooner than he wanted to and he needed you to cum one more time for him so if that meant letting you get in top, he would.

And it had been such a good idea because the sight of you sitting on his cock, leaning back and placing your hands on his thighs instead of chest, made him more excited. Your knees dug into the bed and with your fingers scratching at his muscular thighs and raised your hips, lifting yourself off his cock before plunging him back in.

“Fucking hell,” Jungkook groaned throwing his head back into the pillows, a hand on your hip but not daring to take control, “That’s it darling, fuck yourself on my cock.”

“Jungkook,” the new position was having him reach newer parts inside you that had your thighs shaking, “I’m so close.”

“Take it,” Jungkook growled, holding you in place as he dug his feet into the mattress and began to fuck up into you, “Take my fucking dick, fuck.”

“Oh my god,” you fell forward, hands scratching at his chest, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten, “I—I can’t. Jungkook, baby, oh my—“

“Take it,” he groaned, grabbing your hips harshly and moving once again so he was on top, thrusting into you despite how hard it was getting to pull out of your tight walls, “Take it.”

“I—I,” your lips fell open in a loud cry, pinching his biceps for stability, and felt your walls come undone. For the second time in less than hour, your orgasm hit you hard. Jungkook released a string of grunts, feeling your pussy convulse around him and his cock was greeted with a flood of warmth that had his legs shaking, trying to support him but he couldn’t take it. He barely had time to slip out before he was letting go, his cum dribbling down to your thighs as he let out one final moan of your name.

His body seemed to collapse down next to yours, panting and out of breath, “Fuck.”

The two of you were a mess, sweaty and sore and all you wanted to do was lay down and possibly sleep but where you were did not go past you unnoticed. You searched around for your cellphone, knowing you set it down somewhere before trying to change and found it on your nightstand with six missed calls from the Bride-To-Be.

Jungkook took a deep breath, sitting up and looking down at the mess the two of you made on the bed. He got up, not bothering with covering himself up as he found a towel and tried cleaning himself off with it while you got on your phone.

“Duty calls,” you joked with a sigh as he came to your side and began to wipe down your thighs. Yeonwoo sent you a dozen messages talking about a midlife crisis of some sorts. You sat up carefully, thanking him for handing you your robe and you slipped it on.

“What happened?” Jungkook asked with an awkward clear of his throat as he began putting on his clothes again. He’ll admit he was taking his time getting dressed and you left to the bathroom to freshen up.

“I don’t know, something with the gift boxes for everyone. I think Yeonie’s assistant forgot them,” you told him as you found new underwear to wear, making sure you were cleaned before putting them on. You left the door to the bathroom open to talk to him but you still changed into the white Jacquemus dress from earlier.

You walked up to him and he got the memo about zipping your back up and this time he couldn’t help but lean down to press a kiss to your shoulder blade, “Are you going up yet?”

“I’m gonna touch up my makeup first,” you told him honestly, “You go ahead.”

When Jungkook reached upstairs again, finding the party just as he left it earlier, it’s like nobody noticed he had even left for so long. They were all too focused on your new dress — which Yeonwoo absolutely adored on you. He found a glass of champagne and tried to escape from the swarm of people trying to hold a conversation with him when he wasn’t thinking clearly at all.

Unfortunately for the two of you, the matching off-white shade of your clothing and the sudden mark on his neck wasn’t lost on anyone else. Soon, pictures from every angle possible would paint a story neither of you wanted.

There was a sense of guilt that came with disassociating yourself from your best friend’s wedding plans. Jungkook could barely remember what they had done once they got to the island after a surprising night of visiting your cabin.

He hasn’t had an actual conversation with you since that night and he has to be honest and say, he barely remembers the actual wedding. He hadn’t seen you since the yacht before being dragged away by Hoseok the following day to do some activities for Namjoon’s groomsmen. You had gone to do your Maid of Honor duties and he’s felt out-of-loop since.

The entire day had been packed with things to do and he’s aware he looked dashing in every photo the photographers took of him in his 12,000$ Kiton suit. The matching suits they all wore made the groomsmen look classy and cohesive while the Balmain dresses the bridesmaids wore made them elegant and surreal—well at least for you.

That’s what he thinks is the problem.

His best friends got married and yet all he was able to think about was you. It didn’t help that despite the wedding being on a private island, there was still press everywhere, capturing every angle of this beautiful matrimony between nepo babies.

The reception had been filled with various questions from various interviewers that left all your shared friends staring at you suspiciously—especially when questions of the hickey on his neck came forward.

As awful as it sounded considering the 46 million dollar wedding in the mountains of an island was stunning, he could barely remember half of what hadn’t been photographed. He left the day after the wedding with an excuse that he had things to take care of where he’s currently at and his friends bid him farewell.

He got to the mainland a day before the others and it gave him time to return home before he left on another voyage alone.

“How was the wedding?” His older brother asked, swinging his mallet just slightly, trying to find his nail before shooting the ball through the hoop, “I can't believe I was caught up in meetings all week in Tokyo.”

Jungkook looked oddly bright today compared to how he felt and he didn’t want to say it was because his casual and boring clothes he wore abroad stuck out here in ways he didn’t like. That’s why today—his last day home—he visited his family’s 150 acre estate for a game of Croquet and possibly tennis, wearing a matcha colored Loro Piana cashmere polo with short sleeves.

“Um, it was great,” Jungkook said as he brought his cigarette to his lips and lighting the end before inhaling.

“That’s it?” JungHyun asked with a scoff as he motioned for Jungkook to take his turn and he took his brother’s cigarette, “Did you have an orgy with any models or were you your usual gentleman self that won the crowd against me?”

His older brother had been well known in his younger days for many reasons, his partying, his charm, his youth and education. When he was in his mid twenties, you could always catch him in some article their parents tried taking down in regards to driving under the influence or insulting a server. Unlike Jungkook who preferred a quiet life he could escape to, his brother did not and now he’s some big shot finance guy because his attitude growing up had ruined his chance of inheriting everything from their grandparents. Now it will all go to Jungkook—something they’re all aware of—and maybe that’s why JungHyun makes snide remarks here and there.

He’s not asking about the wedding because he’s curious, he’s bitter that despite his perfect appearance and Jungkook’s more intimidating kind, Jungkook was still the most well-mannered of the two and therefore the favorite—if only he stayed and fulfilled his duties.

“No orgy,” Jungkook said with a hint of disgust as he finished his round of the game, one step closer to winning, “Just Y/n.”

JungHyun had been mid-swing when he mentioned you and his aim went astray making him miss the next ring, “What do you mean just Y/n?”

“I slept with her—“

A loud and annoying laugh cut him off as JungHyun let his mallet go, “Ah, so you can’t remember the events of your best friend’s wedding because you were too busy sleeping with the nation’s sweetheart? Oh I cannot wait till father hears about this, maybe your wedding is next and then you’ll finally step up to the plate.”

Jungkook scoffed, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means now that you’re back, and dating the richest girl in the country, there’s no way Father won’t hand you down the company now,” JungHyun said bitterly, “And everyone said you running away would be a bad thing, but clearly it’s reminded you of who you are.”

“I’m not… I’m not staying,” Jungkook said, “I leave tomorrow but I wanted to see you all. And Y/n and I aren’t going to date, it was a… um.”

“Mistake?” JungHyun asked, “Jungkook, don’t be an idiot. You’ve been obsessed with her for years.”

“I have not.”

“You have, you just don’t want to admit that all your talk about being independent and leaving the money behind to be free was complete bullshit,” JungHyun said with a scoff, “Or why would you mess around with her of all people. A relationship with Y/n is going to put you at the top once again and there’s nothing that won’t be handed to you—and she’s someone mother would approve.”

“You’re dramatic,” Jungkook huffed, “One night doesn’t mean we’re dating or getting married or any of that other shit. I still don’t want to run the business… I just want, I don’t know.”

“Yeah, you never know what you want,” JungHyun said, “But whatever, if you’re set on running away again, so be it. I’m tired of trying to make you see how you blindly follow along with everything you seem to hate.”

“Master, your wife is on line three and she’s wondering who is picking up the kids.”

“Fuck, I don’t know,” JungHyun groaned, annoyed and no longer interested in talking to his little brother, “The driver?”

Jungkook watched his brother leave him behind and with a defeated sigh, he left.

“So are you leaving?” Youngi asked him as he watched the bubbles in his pink champagne, “Or have you changed your mind?”

“I haven’t changed my mind,” Jungkook said stiffly as he fixed the suit jacket he was currently getting fit into, “I’m just postponing my leave but I have a few things to take care of here.”

“Like with you and Y/n?” Youngi asked, making sure the fitting room at Dolce & Gabbana was empty aside from just them two. Jungkook didn’t even flinch at the mention of you. Since the two arrived at this store his vision has been filled with large framed photos of you and your dear friend Park Jimin all over the store. Apparently you were one of the brand’s favorite Ambassadors and they made it known you modeled their products. Right now he’s facing the mirror with a picture of you modeling a satin baldonétte bra and high waisted panties. You looked beautiful and seductive and its been hard for him to not just stare at all your pictures since he got here. Now Yoongi is attempting to bring you up and he refuses to give in to the extent his relationship with you has gone.

You haven’t even spoken since the wedding and even that had just been an exchange of pleasantries and no real depth to either of your words.

“No, with my father,” Jungkook said stiffly as he shrugged off the suit jacket and called in the stylist to find something else. Yoongi sat up in his seat slightly more interested, “Really? About what? Don’t tell me you're back in the running.”

“We're going to discuss it,” Jungkook mumbled to himself.

He wanted to make one thing clear, his decision to seek out his father and work out some sort of plan where he can get back into the job he had been assigned to do, while also having freedom had absolutely nothing to do with you. It has nothing to do with the fact that you’re here, and he’s interested in you, and that it would be his parent’s dream for him to stay and be in a relationship with you and also take over the business finally…

This was his decision because his brother’s right. He can't just keep running away.

“And what do you mean, with Y/n?” Jungkook asked, clearing his throat awkwardly as he glanced up at your five foot photo framed above the mirror, remembering the shape of your body against his, moaning his name and tightening your walls around him.

“Haven’t you heard the rumors?” Youngi asked as he got on his phone, “It seems as though you have competition.”

Jungkook didn’t need to be told more as he took Yoongi’s phone from his outstretched hand and read what was on the screen with furrowed brows.

At the end of the article, in big, fat letters, the conclusion said: ‘Now the question is, will L/n choose the best friend, Park Jimin, or the elegant and influential Best Man, Jeon Jungkook—possibly as the country’s newest IT couple?’

When he gave Yoongi his phone back, there was no denying the sudden irritation that contorted his features. It’s not like he expected this to not happen but… he doesn’t like what they’re implying. Yoongi studied him closely to see if he would get a response, but Jungkook gave nothing away. Instead he just ordered the tailor to pack the two suits he tried on so he could buy both, “I’ll meet you out there.”

Yoongi left Jungkook to get changed and while he stood alone in the fitting room staring up at your boudoir photos framed around him, he took his phone and dialed your number.

“Hello?” Your end of the call sounded hectic, louder and busier than his did. You were in the middle of an interview for Vogue and were taking a short break. It seemed like he called at just the right time since you were getting your makeup touched up.

“Are you busy?” Jungkook asked with a sharp tone that fell on deaf ears when the call went silent for a moment. He really did admire the photo of you, remembering just what it was like to trace his hands along your figure.

“Who is this?” You finally asked, making his jaw clench slightly.

“Jeon Jungkook.”

“Oh you see, I wouldn’t have known that considering you didn’t even say a hello or anything,” You told him in a sarcastic tone that made him want to smile but also roll his eyes, “Besides, I am busy.”

As if on cue, the call of your name in the background made your claim concrete. He bit his lip in thought, wondering what it was you were doing and how long it would take, “When can I see you?”

A smile played on your lips as you held up a finger to your assistant who was trying to hurry you along, “Did you make an appointment with my assistant?”

He couldn’t help but scoff as his gaze turned toward a glare, practically imagining that picture of you smiling at him, “I didn’t know I needed one, darling. When can I schedule one?”

“I’m not sure, i'll let you know,” you said and before Jungkook could respond, the call ended and he was left in shock that you just hung up on him. He gathered his things and met Yoongi outside to pay, completely bewildered by the fact that you just hung up on him so easily. He knows you haven’t spoken since the night of the wedding where you were forced to speak but this is all he gets?

“What took you so long?” Yoongi asked as they left Dolce & Gabbana with new things.

xxx-xxx-xxxx: Appointment scheduled for, 6:30 pm today, L/n Residence @ the Northbrook Estates

Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief at the confirmation of an appointed meeting with you tonight.

The night on the yacht had been unexpected yet also long-awaited and now that its done with, neither of you seemed to know what to do about it. You wont lie and say you didn’t enjoy that moment with him but you were also realistic. You and Jungkook would just never work out, you’re too different on the outside and that’s why you’re so confused now as to why he called you.

“So, Y/n, its been a busy season for you this year,” an interviewer said as the camera zoomed in on your expression as they continued, “Not only did you walk thirteen shows but I hear you also celebrated your close friends wedding. How was that? You must have been exhausted.”

“You know it was a lot but it was exciting, I hold my friends dearly and I’m just thankful I was able to make time for such an event,” you said and you’ll admit your response sounded scripted. You didn’t dive too deeply which is what you’re sure the interviewer wanted. You should have known that this stupid interview wouldn’t just be about your newly established modeling career.

Whether you’ve become Model of the Year for your catwalk, or for nepotism, you didn’t are much either way. All you cared about was the fact that the interviewer has found a way to slip in questions they didn’t need to know. It’s like you can just sense the things they’ll ask and have already prepared and calculated the exact responses you need to give.

“Of course, and what a star-studded party,” the interviewer continued, “The Best Man being Jeon Jungkook must have been exciting for you.”

“Well, we’ve all known each other for a long time now so…” You cleared your throat, looking a bit disinterested.

“Yes, of course,” the interviewer said with a nervous laugh, “And pardon me, Y/n, but I just have to ask, did anything happen between the two of you on this very intimate trip?”

Your smile strained but you never looked anything less than sweet as you said, “We are all just very close friends. Most of them have supported me in modeling.”

It was a clear attempt on your part to direct the conversation back to what it was supposed to be about. She ignored your last comment and said, “So… I guess we’re all curious, some pictures from the parties were released of the two of you awfully close in certain open waters, and an evident hickey on his neck—not to mention the matching clothes, please, is there something between you and the heir of Jeon Corporation?”

“Nothing that should concern you, no,” you smiled sweetly and the interviewer seemed to freeze up, unsure if she had gone too far in her questions.

Silence filled the space around them and there was no way to cut these parts out since it was a video shoot and after a while of the interviewer struggling to find which questions to ask, a person who worked for you stepped forward, “How about another short break?”

The interviewer released a shaky breath while the both of you made your way off camera and your glam team was quick to touch up your hair and makeup as the director of the shoot approached you, “Y/n darling, how are we feeling?”

“Annoyed,” you answered honestly, “I thought this was supposed to be about my modeling.”

“You’re absolutely right, darling, we apologize for any mistake we’ve done on our part, I—She must have taken it as an opportunity to ask her own questions and I promise you, we will have a deep conversation about this. We aren’t TMZ…” the director said and you rolled your eyes.

“I’m done filming if she’ll be the one continuing the interview,” You told him as you began to walk away from him, not caring for the excuses or whatever and you can hear your publicist repeat your words to him.

It wasn’t even that she was bad at her job or that she asked anything too deep but she just quickly got on your bad side with her persistence to not let the subject drop.

In the end you got your wish and filming ended smoothly before you were driven away to whatever was next in your schedule, trying not to think about the interview or the fact that there was a chance you would be seeing Jungkook later.

Things are evidently strange between you two and its not like you’ve been blind to the articles or posts about you but you don’t want to address anything. That night on the yacht seems like a fluke and like it shouldn’t have happened at all despite how you felt in the moment. Your parents aren’t the type to be invested in what is put in the tabloids but when their lifelong, country club going, friends call them and ask if there’s anything between you and Jeon Corporation’s Jungkook, they’re going to want answers.

It was just one night, one night where the two of you put aside whatever indifference you had toward each other just so you could release tension and this is the consequence for that. Of course everyone would want to know and of course no one was able to turn a blind eye to you. Even Yeonwoo managed to ask what you had been doing in the cabins withJungkook or so long that night and even when you tried to ignore her she kept pressing you for an answer.

In truth you had nothing to say. You were both adults and it didn’t matter if anyone else was dying to know if there was anything going on between you.

You resented each other.

You had sex.

Plus, he’s going to leave soon and you don’t think that bothers you?

When your driver pulled up to the tall skyscraper you called home, you headed inside alone.

“Good evening, Miss L/n,” the lobbyist held the door open for you, “You have a visitor waiting in the lobby.”

Your brows furrowed, checking the time before heading to the library where sure enough, Jeon Jungkook was sitting by the fireplace reading whatever magazine was set out for him. At the sound of your Miu Miu kitten heels, he turned staring at you with his big rounded eyes being the only thing you could see beside his face mask, “You’re early.”

Jungkook wrapped an arm around your waist as he pressed his lips to your cheek in greeting and you did the same, he joined you in the elevator and said, “I like to get to my appointments early.”

“You’re lucky my shoot ended early or else you might have had to wait outside like a dog,” you teased as you pushed the button for the top floor where your penthouse was located. As part of the infinite amount of wealth your family has, you also dabble in real estate, mostly in the country as luxury apartments but you do have some homes overseas: Paris, New York, Argentina, etc.

The place you call home is a top floor penthouse with terrace and rooftop. The floor in which it was located was completely shut off for just you and included a private gym, yoga studio, three walk-in closets, and on top of that an elevator parking garage with a Mary Kay Pink Rolls Royce sitting pretty inside it.

Jungkook has never stepped foot in your home before and it was overwhelmingly stunning with four bedrooms, two living rooms (one on the top floor and one on the main floor too), an open kitchen, poolside terrace, and five bathrooms. You lived in ultimate modern luxury with traditional themes throughout the home like its hand carved wooden furniture and expensive marble walls.

“Is this different from your little magic treehouse in the woods you ran off to?” You asked, tempted to push his buttons as you removed your coat and handed it to your housekeeper who waited at the door.

“Well, considering my magic treehouse is worth 2.6 million dollars, no I wouldn’t consider this that different from it,” Jungkook couldn’t help but boast, feeling like he’s competing. It’s like when he was in school and the students would brag about whatever exotic trip they got to go in the summer and he would have to make sure to tell them what he did was better. “Maybe I’ll bring you with someday.”

Fuck. Why did he say that? Why is he indulging in any of this in the first place? You and Jungkook should never be together, right?

“Speaking of which, I thought you would have ran off now that the wedding is over,” You said as you mumbled something to the housekeeper making her leave, “Drink?”

“Water is fine,” Jungkook said as he made his way down to your 70’s inspired talking pit of suede Anabei sectional couches, “And I thought I would have been gone by now too”

“What changed?” You skied curiously, “Don’t tell me it's because you would miss me.”

You held your hand to your chest as if to seem touched by the thought and Jungkook just rolled his eyes as you continued, “How would all the other girls feel knowing I’m keeping you here?”

Jungkook scoffed as he practically pushed your legs off his lap, “Can you not joke for just one second?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, even if part of you felt confused wondering if this was supposed to be a serious moment or not. Jungkook huffed, running his fingers through his black hair, “I’m here because I wanted to talk to you about all those articles. My parents are working on taking those down, are you okay?”

Your eyebrows knitted together with confusion, “Me? Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because I’ve never seen anything bad written about you and suddenly you’re being painted as a two-timer by spending a night with me while also… doing whatever it is you do with that friend of yours.” He was not jealous. He swears.

To be clear, there really is nothing going on with you and Jimin. You’re just two friends in the modeling world who happen to like attending secret parties together and maybe making out drunkenly every now and then. That’s it. You’ve never slept with him and Jimin has too many girls on his line for you to ever consider him.

“I’ll survive,” You mumbled as you looked over at him, seeing him in deep thought.

“I’m thinking of staying a while longer,” Jungkook said suddenly with a clear of his throat.

Jungkook was not the shy type and to be honest he’s not even sure why he’s letting you know [as if it made a difference] but the words just slipped out.

He did not like you.

Well, he didn’t like you like that. It sounds harsh he’s well aware of that but he was never romantically attracted to you before so how is he going to suddenly feel that way after only a week in contact again. Maybe it was just unresolved sexual tension after years of feeling that way but that can’t be the only thing that’s making him want to revert back to what his life was like before he left to live on his own.

He escaped all this so that he could live somewhere quietly and do what he really wanted to do without worrying about anything else. Now he’s contemplating moving back and possibly involving himself with his father’s business again. Too much is going on for him to understand why.

“For how long?” you asked as your fingers began to softly run through the ends of his hair making him look at you. You couldn’t hide your curiosity and how close the two of you are.

When he had pulled you down to sit with him, it was with your legs thrown over his lap which he had been caressing every now and then.

An arrogant smirk formed on his lips as he licked them, tapping your calf lightly, “How long do you want me here?”

Fuck, Jungkook is staying to get back in business… not for you.

It’s not for you.

It’s not for yo—

His breath hitched as a sudden weight shifted to his lap, his hands immediately went to your waist, helping you get comfortable on him. It’s embarrassing the way Jungkook didn’t hesitate to reach for you when you sat on his lap feeling your arms thrown around his neck, “Here as in…”

You looked down at the short skirt you wore which rolled up a little from how your legs straddled his thighs and said, “Under me?”

A scoff in disbelief left his lips as he couldn’t help but laugh, sliding your hips closer, “Yeah.”

It was attractive the way your conversations never seemed to fall unless you wanted them to. It was a constant cat and mouse game, banter back and forth and he catches on quickly.

You couldn’t help it, okay. Anytime you would see pictures of Jungkook since he left, he was always in a hoodie and sweats or something that just hid his entire body. Right now he’s wearing this Christian Dior white button-up shirt [which he rolled the sleeves up at some point since he got here] and it was messily untucking from his black slacks and he looks so hot right now. His hair was messy in a sexy way and he looked just like he used to, except this time with tattoos and a different sense of maturity.

Without wasting another moment debating if you should or shouldn’t, you leaned down and kissed him. Jungkook’s lips parted against yours, stretching his neck to kiss you with more need. Unlike the first night you kissed, this one wasn’t as rushed and angry. He took his time longer, pulling your bottom lip between his and doing it over again.

You pressed your chest against his, with your tongue swiping against his lip teasingly until you met his. Jungkook’s hands pinched the satin fabric of your skirt, feeling it tighten and rise, unable to stop the growing desire he was feeling for you. His briefs were getting tighter every time you shifted on his lap and whatever he had been thinking before you started making out.

“You want to play?” He asked, shifting his head to deepen the kiss without bumping noses. You pulled away feeling desperate to catch your breath as his kisses began to travel down toward your exposed neck, licking and nipping under your jaw while beginning to make

“Maybe,” you sighed in pleasure, running your hands through his hair when you felt him kiss down your collarbone, closer and closer down the deep-v in your Miu Miu chiffon top. The strap to your shirt slipped down your shoulder as Jungkook’s rough fingers traced down the side of your arms.

You cupped his face in your hands, forcing him to go back to kiss your lips as you felt his growing erection press into you. It was hard for him to ignore the fact that the only thing covering what was under your skirt was a flimsy, thin piece of lace he shifted you closer until his bulge was tucked between your legs, placing your hips right over where he wanted them to be. Now that he moved you, his outline was more evident and had you grinding along him.

Jungkook released a groan with a sharp breath once he felt that sudden move and he couldn’t help but buck his hips against you, feeling the fabric of his briefs constrict his hardened cock. It was a frustrating feeling yet he felt so eager with his tongue down your throat and his covered dick tucked nicely between your covered folds that he couldn’t even think to stop and remove the layers.

His lips were feeling swollen against yours yet he didn’t want to pull away, the friction he was getting from the way you humped him was turning him on with how needy it felt. You kissed along his jaw, grinding against his aching dick while your nimble fingers began to unbutton his shirt.

“God damn,” Jungkook groaned as he threw his head back, relishing in the way your hips moved expertly against him while kissing down his naked chest. He slid his ass down your back, stopping over your butt and pulling your skirt out of the way for him to get a better feel of you underneath. With firm hands, he turned your sensual grinding into harsher and more deep movements that he met with his hips.

He’s not sure he could take just this any longer. Anytime he’s with you now it’s like he can’t do anything but fall for you and despite how annoying it is, he doesn’t do anything to stop it. Instead, he welcomes it and right now all he wants to do and rip off the remaining layers between you so he could have your legs wrapped around him once more. It’s only been days since the first time and he has not been able to stop thinking about it.

The day of the wedding he had been so distracted by you that he barely remembers any of it and now his best friends are on their honeymoon and he’s here thinking about you again.

Giving up on arguing how much he wants to have you, he wanted to get your clothes off and you were letting him. His hands had barely made it to the end of your top, ready to pull it off, when a loud ringtone cut through the living room, echoing off the walls and hard to ignore. The two of you looked at each other confused.

He sat up, reaching his hand into his pocket and pulling out his phone, annoyed that someone had thought to call him.

“Answer,” you said breathlessly as you looked at the caller, already sliding yourself off his lap.

“It’s just Hobi,” Jungkook said, letting out a huff in annoyance as he set his phone back down, turning to kiss you but it rang once again. Your eyes met his and he begrudgingly grabbed his phone and swiped to answer, “Hello?”

“Hey man, I just got off the phone with your Yoongi,” Hoseok said as he sat in a large closet filled with designer clothes, “And why am I always the last to know if you’re leaving or not?”

“What?” Jungkook looked visibly annoyed with his scrunched brows and tense jaw and for some reason that made him hotter to you. His shirt was undone completely and his belt was halfway pulled off and with his legs spread, it was very hard to ignore his hard on.

Your eyes softened with curiosity and you couldn’t help but bite down on your bottom lip as you decided to just go for it. First, your hand rested on his thigh as he listened to whatever Hoseok said, but slowly you made your way toward his bulge.

“You’re gonna start working with your dad again?” Hoseok asked, unaware of the way Jungkook’s attention had drifted down to the palm of your hand, right over his dick. Your fingers pressed against the underside of his member, massaging your palm into it and feeling the way his hips raised. “What happened to not caring about the money and the company and all that blah blah blah?”

Jungkook couldn’t help but roll his eyes, snapping back to his friend instead of what was going on. His fingers wrapped around your wrist, tightening their grip as if in warning. It was a useless attempt considering he tried helping you pull his belt off and saying, “Come on man, it was never like that.”

He could hear his own tone falter somewhere between lying and having his cock free from the confines of his tight briefs with your hand feeling him.

Hoseok laughed, debating what suit he should wear, “No, it’s exactly like that.”

Jungkook’s hand went to your head, softly caressing you as you kissed down his navel, your hand wet with spit, jerking him off while licking just above his dick. He didn’t bother with a response to his friend as he continued speaking anyway, “Is it true you and our princess are messing around? It’s all over the tabloids.”

Sarcasm was evident in Hoseok’s tone but Jungkook was too focused on your tongue licking up the length of his hard cock, wetting it with spit that made your hand movements smoother.

“Look I get it, you’ve had all this tension something was bound to happen but damn, why didn’t you tell me that either?” Hoseok asked with evident shock, unaware of the blowjob his friend was receiving on the other end. Your lips were wrapped tightly around his length and with your hand too, it was hard for Jungkook to keep his reactions to a minimum.

“Hobi, I—I, yknow I just,” Jungkook cleared his throat uncomfortably to hide an evident groan. He was beginning to fidget under your ministrations, especially when you squeezed under his cock, massaging his balls, “Sorry.”

“Sorry?! That’s all you gotta say after chewing me out for giving you condoms as a joke.” Hoseok was lying in a pile of Louis Vuitton suits on the floor, engrossed in his one-sided conversation, “Our friendship seems one-sided buddy. I thought when you came up to me… I thought, ‘Hey, maybe my good buddy Jungkook will get in this dandy hot tub with me’ but no, you know what you do instead? You ask where Y/n is! God I should’ve known—“

Jungkook threw his head back in a mixture of pleasure and obvious irritation that he couldn’t take it anymore. His finger pressed into the red button and the call was cut to end suddenly. As soon as his phone hit the couch, you pulled off his length with a deep huff for air, “That wasn’t very nice of you.”

“He’ll get over it,” Jungkook mumbled as he reached for your hand to pull you toward him, “Come here.”

“I’m not done,” you leaned away from the kiss he was trying to give you but his hand held your head in place, not caring to kiss the lips that had just been around his hard dick. Jungkook wasn’t as gentle as his need grew heavier and with a strategic pull at your top, it ripped down the back, “Jungkook!”

“What?” He asked with a giddy smile, tempted to be playful, “It was in my way.”

You rolled your eyes, sitting up to take your skirt off yourself and prevent another hazard while Jungkook finished undressing himself. “It was custom, asshole.”

Jungkook’s smile dropped with worry, lips parted in surprise until you burst out into a laugh and fell onto his lap, “You should see the look on your face.”

“Ha ha, don’t scare me like that,” Jungkook chuckled, “I was already thinking about the fortune I would have to pay to fix that.”

“Jungkook,” you ignored the fact that the two of you were naked, in the middle of an intimate moment and asked, “What did you mean earlier?”

“When?” Jungkook asked, caressing your leg, “About staying? Yeah, I’m serious.”

“You are?” You crossed your arms over your bare chest, “Why?”

“Why?” He was visibly taken back, “What do you mean why?”

“I mean… just a few days ago you were adamant on leaving right after the wedding and when you left the resort before everyone else we all kind of figured you had left but you’re here now and…” You took a deep breath in thought.

“Do you want me to leave?” Jungkook asked, sounding more hurt than he intended to. All this time pushing and pulling his feelings for how he felt about being here and seeing you was getting to him. He’s very aware how confusing he is and spending a night with you shouldn’t have changed his mind this quickly while he also refused to admit.

“We didn’t talk about what happened at the party,” you said suddenly, feeling Jungkook drape his shirt over your naked figure as the conversation shifted drastically.

“I know,” he dropped his head, “I’m sorry, I was really confused and I couldn’t tell what I was feeling or how you were feeling and I was mad and… I thought you probably didn’t care.”

“I mean, I didn’t,” you shrugged, “But because I figured it was just a one time thing since you were very obvious with how little you thought of me and now you’re saying you’re staying longer while visiting me at home and it just… I don’t get it.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” Jungkook was in his slacks again, trying to fix whatever mess he might have made over time, “I just… I was just being dumb. I wanted to act like I wasn’t into you at all because I was mad at everyone else and it wasn’t fair that I took it out on you but I thought you didn’t like me either.”

“And you’re right, you were mean to me,” you nudged him with your foot, “So really, I shouldn’t even be in this position with you right now.”

Jungkook didn’t dare argue when you called him out, “You always pretended to hate me even when you’d get jealous if someone else talked to me and you could never take your eyes off me.”

His brows furrowed, reminded of the trip and how everyone always joked that he wanted you when he was so stubborn on saying he didn’t. He didn’t like how predictable his life was.

“Because I knew everyone thought you were perfect,” Jungkook tried pulling you toward him, “And they didn’t know how you liked to push my buttons and say things you knew would get to my head and how you were actually so unbelievably perfect that it pissed me off everytime I let you get to me.”

“Don’t sweet talk me now,” you teased when he leaned over to lay between your legs, content with the sight of you in his Dior shirt, “How are you gonna repay me for being such a dick?”

“Whatever you want,” Jungkook admitted, “Say the word and I’ll give you whatever you want.”

“I have everything I want,” you ran your fingers through his hair.

“Come on Y/n, don’t make this hard on me,” he whined playfully, “Everyone else is already making it hard and I just want to spend the night with you. I’ll let you use me.”

Your brow raised and with a soft laugh you pulled him toward you for a kiss, “I get to use the Jeon Jungkook? What will everyone say?”

“That they saw it coming,” Jungkook chuckled as he pressed his lips to yours, “So don’t stop the inevitable.”

You rolled your eyes, feeling your arousal from earlier slowly make its return, “You’re so spoiled.”

“I know.”

Jeon Jungkook now knows what an awful liar he’s been these last couple of years. All of this talk about wanting to be different, break free from his family’s influences and the world of money and power, was meaningless in the end. He tried, he really did but his rebellion of running off and doing whatever he pleased, refusing to acknowledge the company, the wealth and the people in it was short lived because he never actually wanted to escape it.

He was still going to be friends with the people he grew up with and fall back to his old routine of country clubs and parading on yachts or private islands.

He was still going to take over his share of his father’s company and dress himself up in designer Kiton suits that he used to despise wearing.

He was still going to fall for you, the person he despised simply for being an exact reflection of himself. You were perfect for him in every way on paper and that made him want to push you away but in the end, he still fell for you like he knew he would.

Some people dream about having the life he does, or growing up the way he did and yet here he was selfishly wishing it all away. It was perfect, it was so insanely perfect and unfair that Jungkook ever thought he wouldn’t be happy with what he had been handed down to him for simply being born.

“This person gathered valuable experiences in the world and has shown such a strong will to portray it all into commitment for the company and that makes me a proud father,” A deep voice spoke from behind a podium with an echoing mic that had the attention of over a hundred people, “Please, welcome the newest V.P. for Jeon Corporation, my youngest son, Jeon Jungkook.”

Jungkook had an arrogant smile on his lips as he walked onto stage, thanking everyone for congratulating him on his quick and easy advance in the company—even surpassing his older brother.

“Honestly, it is a big thank you to everyone close to me, for helping me see how ready I am to step into this role and fulfill my duty as a member of this corporation,” Jungkook said confidently, looking at all his friends who had a mixture of confused yet knowing smiles on their faces.

“What a brat,” Hoseok joked with Namjoon, “And I blame you for this.”

“Yeah, I’ve never seen someone get pulled back into the country’s good graces so easily,” Namjoon laughed, remembering all the articles about how my ridiculous Jungkook was for publicly stating he would never be a part of the company.

“That’s because he’s spoiled,” Jungkook’s older brother chimed in, “Even after he says he’s gonna walk away from it, he’s still gonna be welcomed back with open arms.”

Taehyung released a playful sigh, “I want to be Jeon Jungkook when I grow up, the perfect life just handed to me and I’m just too blind to appreciate it.”

“Tae, you’re rich,” Yeonwoo whispered to him, Taehyung grinning at her reminder and sitting up straighter.

“How was it?” Jungkook asked his friends as he looked around the table.

“Well rehearsed,” Taehyung gave him the thumbs up, “Also, where’s Y/n? I thought she’d be here.”

Jungkook checked the time on his watch, his leg already bouncing underneath the table, “Yeah, I thought so too.”

It shouldn’t be that big of a deal to him. This was all just some flashy way for his father to make Jungkook’s debut in the business widely anticipated and you had other things to do than be here. The two of you aren’t even officially together yet so it’s not like you owe it to him or anything.

“Y/n,” Jimin whined as he watched the valet open the limo door for you, “Please don’t ditch me. I’m your best friend, imagine how much fun we could be having. Everyone’s going to ask where you ran off to after the dinner.”

“Well you can tell them,” you hurried to finish applying your lip gloss, “That I had more important things to do than get drunk at some fashion party.”

“Right, just throw me to the side like I mean nothing,” Jimin said dramatically, “Is this how you treat friends now?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, knowing he was only trying to cause a scene. Jimin knew you would be calling it an early night but he just wanted it to be difficult. With a small sigh, you double checked that you looked fine in the mirror and said, “Okay, wish me luck, I’m hoping I get laid tonight.”

“I also hope you get laid tonight so that I don’t have to listen to you talk about how much you want to see him,” Jimin said as you made your way out the car, “Goodnight.”

By the time you got to the banquet, the cameras had been long gone from the entrance and so you were able to make your appearance quietly. You would have been here earlier if there hadn’t been an ambassador dinner tonight that you had already agreed to do before Jungkook decided on staying and you just couldn’t miss it.

You felt bad because Jungkook had asked you to come be his date but he understood why you couldn’t make it right away. If anything he should be happy that you hurried over from dinner to the banquet without an outfit change. Despite the number of attendants, it was really a private affair with only a couple people from the press but nothing too grand and over the top. It made arriving late less miserable and finding Jungkook and your friends much easier.

And when you first involved yourself with Jungkook in this way, you should have known it wouldn’t all be easy. You were now somewhat seeing the most eligible bachelor in the country and nobody knows about it aside from speculation. Speculation won’t stop spoiled rich girls who want him to themselves and that’s what you saw when you found him.

“It’s so great to have you back Kooky, it’s like… the best thing to ever happen,” some girl gushed at him from the once empty seat to his left. She seemed unaffected by the stares she received from around the table and didn’t care at all that Jungkook wasn’t even glancing her way. He doesn’t know her, she’s probably just the daughter of some wealthy couple who thinks she has a chance with him.

Jungkook stared forward, watching his friends’ faces as their eyes softened, no longer listening to the girl who said, “Maybe we can get together some time.”

A gentle hand touched his shoulder, soft lips brushing against his ear as you said, “Maybe we can get together some time too.”

There was no denying the smile that grew on his face as he turned to look at you and how close you were to him. Jungkook’s lips parted in pleasant surprise, ready to talk to you when someone else spoke up.

“Excuse us, sweetheart,” Namjoon said to the girl, “It seems our table is full, maybe you can try somewhere else?”

She left with an annoyed scoff, making room for you to sit down, “Sorry I’m late, did any of you miss me?”

You had a sweet smile on your face, a camera clicked somewhere else in the distance surely capturing how close you were to Jungkook specifically, who was tracing his hand along your thigh.

“Dearly,” Jungkook said as he leaned into you for a quick kiss on the lips, “Thanks for coming.”

“I told you I’d try and make it,” you said to him, “I missed the speech didn’t I?”

“It was nothing special,” Jungkook’s hand began to slide down the space between your legs—or at least as far as your dress would let it, “Just the usual talk about how amazing I am, it was all very boring.”

“But I love talking about you,” Your tone was sarcastic yet flirty, your hand falling over his in warning when he began to pull up your dress just a little. You were sitting at a table with a large draped tablecloth that hid your legs underneath but you were still very aware of the fact that your friends were all around the table.

“Y/n,” Hoseok called for you from across the table, “How does it feel to have the Jeon Jungkook wrapped around your finger?”

Jungkook turned to his friend with a harsh glare, knowing he was just poking fun at it all but still managing to get under his skin. You looked at Jungkook with a knowing grin, “Like nothing I didn’t expect.”

He scoffed, squeezing your thigh possessively, “I think the feelings are mutual, darling.”

You leaned into him, not caring for being around so many important people with cameras trying to capture whatever moment they can, “They are.”

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a/n omg it took me literally forever to write this and idk how I feel about it but yknow what 😭it’s finished and that’s what matters. I was in the mood for some rich kdrama feel fic and I hope I managed to pull that off at least a litttlleeeeeeere

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love lies | jeon jungkook [3]

summary: it’s hard for anyone to believe what you have is genuine. it doesn’t help that the last they heard was that you broke up, but it doesn’t seem to last. you’re back together and everyone is stuck sitting back waiting to see who will ruin the other first. and you both wonder the same things since neither of you could forget the past of the other.

warnings: 13.2k words. angst. smut. yandere jungkook. college student au. established couple. rich kid jungkook. f!reader. unhealthy attachment. manipulation. gaslighting. slutshaming. toxic friendships. implied emotional trauma from both ends. cunnilingus. table sex. asshole jk. jealousy. possessive. car sex. unprotected. quick.

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It’s been three days and thirteen hours since he last saw you. He’s been trying to give you space, let you see that you miss him and that you made a mistake. It’s just been so hard. So hard to check your location and wonder who you’re with. Wondering if you’ve gotten over him so fast while he’s locked himself in his home waiting for just one notification from you. If he could just know what you’re thinking, know that you’re thinking about him then he can finally try and get you back. He still can’t believe you tried to dump him just like that.

Over one simple mistake as if he hasn’t been the perfect guy for you. As if he hasn’t treated you better than any other girl he’s been with. It makes him so mad just thinking about how you left him. Like he was just some fly you were happy to get away from. Like you hadn’t asked him if he loved you while he filled your tight walls with cock. As if he didn’t have you begging for more, for him. Like he hadn’t spent the anniversary of his mother’s abandonment with his dick in your mouth while you tried making him feel better. As if he hadn’t heard the way your own mother talked to you like you were not good for anything but getting a guy. He’s been there for you since the moment the two of you got together and now you’re just throwing him away?

After you claimed to love him too? Like you hadn’t been begging for his love, ruining your friendships for him, and letting him take care of all your needs? Fuck, that pisses him off. All he can think about right now is what you’re doing that you can’t be with him. Like you’re ready to move on to the next guy and if you think you’re getting rid of him that easily—ha, the thought alone makes him laugh bitterly.

How could you claim to be a naive girl in love while jumping at the chance to drop him like you didn’t need him in the first place? Do you expect him to apologize? As if Yeonwoo hasn’t called you stupid time and time again for your poor life choices instead of guide you and be there for you? As if Taehyung wasn’t just looking to use you for sex? As if Soomin hadn’t blown up at you only to run out and follow him basically telling him why he shouldn’t be with you and reconsider her? God, you need him to help you see things clearly because right now… you’re not.

He doesn’t even know what he’s supposed to do. Though he hasn’t seen you or talked to you, he’s texted you a couple times but you haven’t responded. He’s basically at his wit’s end. He needs to see you, now.

That’s why he’s currently standing in front of the entrance you usually go through for class and he waited. He could see you walking with your head down focusing on your phone. He went for it, walking right up to you catching you off guard. You nearly dropped your phone, “What are you doing here?”

“We need to talk,” Jungkook said, reaching for your hand and looking behind at who might be around. “Jungk—“

“No Y/n, I gave you time to get over the other night so I came to see you—“

“But why here?” You sighed walking away from him thought he still held onto your wrist pulling you back into him. “Because you’ve been ignoring me and I needed to see you. What else was I supposed to do?”

“I don’t know, I just need some space,” you sighed a little worried one of your friends [who currently weren’t talking to you except Yoongi] would come out and see you. Jungkook clearly didn’t care though, “I gave you space. Can you please just see that I’m really trying here? Just talk to me.”

“Fine, but not here,” you told him and he just nodded and took you to his car. Be turned to you, “Let’s go back to my place.”

You looked out the window, “I don’t know.”

“I have something for you there,” Jungkook told you and though reluctant, you agreed. He drove you to his place which was so much bigger than yours that you sometimes get lost. He took you to the living room still yet to actually talk about anything and you still weren’t having any sort of conversation.

You looked over at him as he sat closer to one corner of the couch and you toward the other. He stared back at you, resting an elbow on the arm rest and his head on a fist. He looked at you with lazy eyes as you spoke, “So what do you want to talk about?”

He bit his lip nervously, “I can’t talk to you when you’re so far away.” You rolled your eyes trying to contain a smile choosing instead to sigh and kick your feet up on the couch, “I think we can talk fine just like this.”

Jungkook shook head as he moved to slide across the couch and pick up your legs. He put them on his lap making sure he was sitting as close as possible. His hands ran over the outside of your thigh, ignoring the fact that you were wearing a short skirt that raised witn the bend of your legs. His other arm rested on the back of the couch practically trapped you in the corner. “Do you really not want to get back together?”

You looked down at his hand that had began leaving small patterns on your thigh, resting your head on the back cushion, “I don’t know, I didn’t like what you did.”

“And I’m trying to take responsibility here and admit that I fucked up,” Jungkook said taking your hand that had been at your side and holding it on your thigh. “I shouldn’t have gone out and caused a scene. I should’ve just waited and listened to you. I know that, I really do but… but to dump me just like that? After I was finally able to tell someone we’re dating?”

“I mean I told you I would,” you said and he waited, no, hoped for more. He was still holding your hand against your thigh. You looked back at him, “I just feel like… I don’t know. You claim to love me but you clearly don’t care enough about my wishes. You’re still going to do whatever you want, so I don’t know if this is worth it.”

You know you’re vulnerable and naive and stupid when it comes to love. And it’s not always the case. You know when someone is not good for you but you also didn’t seem to care. You wanted to hold your ground with Jungkook because you wanted more, something you’re not sure of. But you know he can give it to you and he’s basically the perfect guy you’ve been searching for. You want to be with him though, even if you dumped him just days ago. You wanted him to feel anxious because you dumped him. You want him to know that if you’re going to do what he wants, he has to do what you want.

Everyone sees you as dumb in love but you saw it differently. You like to think of yourself as decently self-aware. You jump into relationships a lot. You get hurt when they end and yet you do it all over again. It’s basically ingrained into your brain since childhood to make a man happy and you never seemed to be able to do that unless you had sex. And you didn’t think Jungkook had any feelings for you when you missed the first night and he still might not but you also knew he did. So maybe because his feelings were a sure thing, and he was clearly disheveled when you dumped him, it made you more vocal about what you didn’t like.

You’re used to keeping your personality down in fear of someone not liking it that you didn’t realize how silent you’ve been. It took a lot for you to speak up to your friends or mother and boyfriends too. But since a part of you knows he’s getting serious about it whether he likes it or not, he’s letting you speak your mind. You’re telling him how you feel knowing he’s still going to love you or want you after.

The same way he knows that you don’t want him upset with you. There’s feelings there but he knows you’re probably not good for each other. He just wants you so bad, can’t you see him trying?

“Can you see things from my perspective?” He ended up asking, “I’m not making excuses, I’m just saying. I know none of them like me and honestly, rightfully so but can you please just do what you want to. Don’t think about what they have to say, think of what you want. You want me but you feel guilty about it because everyone constantly attacks you for who you date and now Soomin is putting all the blame on you. But trying to break up just like that… that’s bullshit in my opinion.”

“The first second I fuck up you’re ready to run away? Did you just expect me to want to be lowkey forever? Were you just never planning to tell anyone we’re dating.”

“It’s nobody else’s business—“ “And yet every other person you’ve been with, you’ve happily paraded them around publicly. But I’m not good enough to even admit that we’re dating?”

“Nobody said you couldn’t, but with Soomin and Yeonwoo and all of them. Why did you have t—…You know how shitty you treated Soomin. We all saw it, I saw it too and yet here I am with you. Obviously none of them are going to be happy about it. So why would I want you admitting that?”

“I don’t know what to say,” he admitted as he used his fist to rub some of the tension away from his muscles on his face. “I want to change and I want you to want to be with me, but clearly I’m the problem. I just want you to give up on me, so please. I’ll do whatever you want if you just give me one more chance.”

You think he’s just bullshitting you but you’ve never seen that sincerity in his eyes before. And like, Yeonwoo and Soomin were already mad at you. They already think you won’t leave Jungkook and honestly, if he gives you whatever you want, why would you?

“One more chance,” you pointed a finger up but he went to bite it before leaning into you for a kiss, “I love you so fucking much.”

Your lips met abruptly, a little too needy for only being apart a week. His face pressed against yours, lips moving against yours and breathing through his nose so wouldn’t need a break. His hand still clutched yours and the other was behind your head but not touching you. Your long nails dig into his cheeks as you push him back by the chin.

He looked into your eyes, breathless and already in awe with you. He tried to get a kiss again but your grip only tightened making his lips part with the press of your fingers. Fine he’ll wait, impatiently though. Your eyes looked over his surprisingly submissive face right now and the way he let you sink your fingertips in a little, “I love you too, but I’m going to need you to prove it to me instead of just repeating it.”

He nodded, head moving the side enough to catch your thumb in his mouth, “I’ll do whatever you want.” As he said those words he finally released your other hand, choosing to run his fingers toward your raised skirt. Only a few inches away from your panties as he tested the waters to see if you’d stop him, “Even if you want to use me a little.”

“Was it too long for you? I’m surprised you didn’t go find a girl to fuck,” you said before you could stop yourself. It’s that same bitter tone you used before you got involved with him. The same distaste Yeonwoo had at the club, and you had it too. It went away but you were still a little insecure. He was a womanizer and you would not be surprised at all if he slept with someone else despite all he’s told you. Maybe it’s just your trust issues or maybe it’s because you’ve seen what he thinks of girls.

Jungkook’s jaw tightened but he tried to keep his tone light as he said, “Why would I when I was waiting for my girlfriend to stop being mad at me?”

“I wasn’t your girlfriend,” you said and even you didn’t believe it. He did still text you and you wanted to respond. It has only been a week and once you got over it you were waiting for him to reach out without even knowing it. You couldn’t even classify it as a break but apparently it was agony to Jungkook. He gave you a look that said he knew you were bullshitting yourself. You both knew it was more of just an argument you had despite how heated you both had gotten. You said some hard truths to each other and yet you’re both ready to start again. For a first fight it was tense but it didn’t seem to bother either of you that much.

Jungkook just kissed you again, catching you off guard but you managed to kiss back in time.

There were eyes on you, each telling something different and yet you couldn’t read any of it. You had to force yourself to ignore how awkward this felt, and of course Jungkook didn’t feel the same at all. He was pretty relaxed with his arm around your waist as he drank to his heart’s content with his friends. Jimin had a smirk on his face, “Y/n, you look really familiar. Have I seen you somewhere before?”

“You already know so why ask,” Jungkook cut in immediately, “And drop it if you know what’s good for you.”

“Very scary Kooky,” Jimin chuckled before looking back to you, “I didn’t know it was a sensitive topic. Are you still friends with that chick?”

“It’s complicated,” you answered truthfully. It really was. Yoongi talked to you because he was on your side. Though he didn’t like the idea of you with someone like Jungkook, he knows nothing he says will stop you. All he can do is be there to support you no matter what you choose. Unless Jungkook gives him a reason to step in, he won’t. But what he saw in Jungkook over a week ago, was nothing like the way he’d look at Soomin. Just the way he went after you the second you left when before Yoongi used to watch Jungkook storm out not caring how he left Soomin crying.

“If Jungkook wouldn’t have gotten to you, I would’ve taken you for myself,” Hoseok joked, knowing it’d get him annoyed easily, but he wanted to speak some truth too. “But did you know Jungkook told me to not even think about it? It was at that party months back when he was still dating Soomin. I asked him if he had your number and he told me that if I tried anything he’d beat my ass.”

He looked over to Jungkook, “Now that I think about it, you were always way too protective over us talking to Y/n. Be honest,” he grinned, “You’ve wanted Y/n all along, didn’t you? Even when you were dating Soomin and even after you ghosted her.”

“Maybe I did,” Jungkook said with a shrug clearly not caring even when you looked over at him in confusion. “Really?”

“I told you already and you didn’t seem to have a problem with it. Who cares now?”

God and you really didn’t care now. You should feel guilty or turned off by the fact that he was thinking of you while in a relationship but it’s not like he ever did anything. It’s not like the two of you didn’t get together a long time after they broke up. It’s not like you’d been seeking him out. And it was kind of hot knowing he wouldn’t let them talk to you. You gave a shrug, “I don’t care I just don’t get why you’d stay with Soomin if you felt that way.”

“Because I knew you wouldn’t want me if I tried leaving Soomin for you,” Jungkook answered honestly, “That’s when you two were super close.” You didn’t say anything, just gave a nod of your head and took your drink in your hands.

“Sneaky little Jungkook, you were scheming to get with Y/n. Be honest, is that why you ghosted Soomin?” Jin asked, making Jungkook more irritated than before. Jungkook just glared at him and everyone around. He didn’t need any of them asking questions or telling you that they wanted to get at you. He already had to deal with the fact that you were in multiple relationships when he was with Soomin and it would annoy him that he couldn’t do anything about it. He doesn’t need to know what they thought of you and if it meant distancing from his friends then he’d do it.

“Drop the topic hyung, it’s in the past and I don’t appreciate you all telling me how you wanted to get with my girlfriend,” as Jungkook said that his arm tightened around your waist. Hoseok rolled his eyes, “Jungkook please, we’re just curious and besides, we’re not the only ones looking at you and Y/n. Hell, that bottle service guy checks Y/n out every time he comes back.”

Jungkook’s eyes darted to the service guy, dark and glaring, “I know, and it’s really starting to get on my nerves.”

Your hand was on his thigh as if that made a difference but clearly he was feeling irritated. He’s not the usual type to get overly jealous, possessive maybe but it was always because he wanted to prove that who he was dating was his. It was like a winning prize for him and yet with you he felt raging jealousy. Like, even if a man gave you the smallest of smiles he’d get mad. He doesn’t want them thinking you can be easily swooned when you’re with him. He doesn’t think of you as a possession but he definitely can be possessive over you.

He rolled his eyes in annoyance as he watched the guy in question come with more alcohol for the table. The bartender was coming around every few minutes but he knew it wasn’t because of the liquor. It was the third time Jungkook caught him staring at the skirt you wore tonight. The Chanel one he just bought you yesterday. The guy wasn’t even trying to hide the fact he was checking you out. Not even as you quite literally dug through his shirt to feel his chest while whispering in his ear. It’s not like it wasn’t obvious the two of you were dating.

“Don’t get so upset,” you whispered to him but he wasn’t listening, even when your fingers ran along his sternum. It was soothing that’s for sure, but with his friends and just getting you back, he can’t seem to relax. Just in case you’re snatched from him or worse, leave him high and dry again.

The guy set a bottle down at the table at the request of Hoseok but his eyes trailed back to you. He looked a little familiar but you couldn’t pinpoint from where. He looked up at you once more as he set the bottles down and Jungkook called out to him, “Hey you. Do me a favor.”

You looked at your boyfriend now, unsure of how he’d react. You’ve never seen that look in his eyes except for when he saw Taehyung in person at the restaurant. The guy looked up, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. He stuttered over his words a little, “Of course sir.”

Jungkook smiled as he fixed the sleeve of his Givenchy button up, “Stop staring at my girlfriend or we’re gonna have a problem.”

The guy opened his mouth in complete bewilderment as you turned to glare at Jungkook, a blush raising in your cheeks. He only held the guy’s eye contact, intimidation radiating off him daring the guy to respond. Jungkook’s friends seemed all too amused, looking at the guy to see what he’d say. You attempted to make yourself shrink, hand suddenly growing cold against his chest.

“Are we clear?” He asked with his glass of Scotch raised a little and his leg crossed over the other, all while he had an arm around you. The guy seemed to malfunction for a second as he looked between you, leaning down and bowing. He didn’t look away from the guy until he left.

“Great, you’ve scared off our guy,” Jimin huffed in feigned annoyance fixing his suit jacket as he sat on the edge of the booth. He reached for one of the double shot glasses the guy had set out for your table. Jimin looked off to where the guy left in disappointment, “He’s been bringing us drinks all night.”

Jungkook didn’t react, choosing instead to look at you and how your expression changed. It’s so strange to feel jealous when someone even looks at you when before he thought it was hilarious when guys would gawk at the girl he was with. This was far from hilarious when he was serious about you.

Is it bad that you kind of liked it? You’re used to being ignored by your partners and very rarely did they consider you when with their friends. Jungkook spoke up for you when his friend’s asked personal questions and he made it known that you were an item. You’re used to guys wanting it on the low but Jungkook was obvious. He was protective and intimidating yet you kind of liked it. You’re not used to seeing him like this.

Without thinking any further you were turning his face toward you so you could capture his lips with yours. He didn’t concern himself with the way you two appeared to everyone right now. Sloppy tongues meeting in a familiar motion while he deepened the kiss. His lip ring was warming up with your touch and you went to run your tongue over it making him groan. The two of you shamelessly kissed right there while the others simply rolled their eyes and looked away.

“Unless you’re gonna start undressing to give us a show, put it away,” Jin joked and you swear Jungkook gave a low grunt in annoyance as you went to pull back.

To be honest, you didn’t expect to meet his friends. You’ve been dating for weeks minus that week you tried to dump him as an impulsive decision. You told him earlier that you didn’t mind staying behind if he wanted to see his friends but he wasn’t having it. He told you he wanted every single one of them to know you’re together. He wanted to show you off because he could. It is strange to hear them talk so vulgarly to each other. Sure you’ve joked with your own friends in such ways but you couldn’t picture yourself openly telling Soomin or Yeonwoo that their boyfriends were attractive and that you wanted them before. It’s awkward of course now that you’re dating Jungkook but you never had ulterior motives when he was with Soomin. Even when he first approached you at the club, you weren’t at all happy to see him. It’s taken some time to get where you’re at.

But hearing everyone, and even himself, tell you he was way too aware of your presence despite having a partner, put you on edge. Maybe he’d do the same to you as he did to Soomin and the thought alone suddenly changed your mood completely.

Jungkook obviously noticed it because he noticed everything you do and pressed you into his side. His face in your hair, “We leave whenever you want, alright?”

You just gave a nod not looking at him instead looking at your phone. He watched you scroll on Instagram ignoring the conversation his friends had to look at what you were doing. Your feed was a bit of everything from nail designs to your friends and celebrities. It’s when you’d scroll past pictures of guys you knew that his jaw would tense. If only you knew how annoyed he’d get back then when he’d stalk your profile just to see all these guys following you and commenting on your stuff. He doesn’t even want to think about your DMs. Now his mood had become sour too.

You were gathering your handbag now, “I want to leave.”

“Alright let’s go,” Jungkook said, his tone a little bitter but he did what you wanted anyway. It doesn’t seem to matter if he wards off guys in person when you’ve got so many on your phone. His friends just watched your exchange, “Already?”

“Yup,” Jungkook said, giving no room for more questions. Jimin noticed first the change in mood you two had but it didn’t even seem to be fully toward each other. He’s not sure if he’s ever seen Jungkook be so willing to do what his partner wants and yet that’s all he’s seen when Jungkook is with you. Even when you’re not together, you seem to be the only thing on his mind. It was obsessive almost but not quite?

The car ride was silent as he took you back to your place where he’s been staying the last couple days. Little pieces of Jungkook were everywhere. His toothbrush, extra clothes, snacks, backpack, laptop, things he’d buy, all spread throughout your small apartment. You wondered if he felt cramped here and was only being nice. Various things of yours were at his place too but it was way more spacious you barely made a mess.

It became obvious early on that your emotions seemed to mirror each other, practically bonded. If you were mad, it’d put him in a mood too, and vice versa. If he was happy then you were too. If you were smiling, he was too. If you were over being out with his friends, then he was too. Sometimes it’s a good thing, sometimes when you’re both annoyed, it’s not.

You were barely through your door when he was following after you, hand gripping your wrist. You turned to look at him and there was something in his eyes you knew all too well. You hadn’t even taken your shoes off, barely throwing your bag somewhere when he was dragging you into him. You squealed a little at the suddenness when he was bending down to hook his arms around your thighs.

Your hands flew to his shoulders being hoisted up in the air as he carried you further into your place. Suddenly he was setting you down on the surface of your dining table and aiding you to lay back. “Wha—Jungkook!”

“I need this,” he said kissing your leg as he picked them up, scooting a chair over for himself so he could sit between them, “I want to feel you and taste you. Seeing all those men look at you like they wanted you, it really pissed me off. And I don’t want you thinking for one second that they could make you feel what I do. And I don’t want you thinking anyone can make me feel the way you make me feel. So just give me a taste.”

“You’re such a smooth talker,” you teased even as he slid your skirt up dragging you to the end of the table to be closer, “But take what you want.” He chuckled sitting up to lean over the table and catch your lips with his, “Don’t tell me that. I’m a very greedy boy.”

“Really? How greedy?” You asked as his fingers traced your thighs further up to where your panties were. He smiled down at you, “I won’t stop until I have my fill, unless you’re begging me to.”

His thumb was grazing your center over the panties you wore. His hand was flat on your thigh letting his thumb run over your clit looking down at you with dark eyes. His gaze traveled down the expanse of your body, still fully dressed but with your skirt fluttering up and exposing only your mound. You lied flat on the table like a platter waiting to be feasted on by Jungkook. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as he went back to your eyes, “I don’t want another man to even look at your body. It’s mine, okay?”

You rolled your eyes looking away from him suddenly remembering what put you in a bad mood earlier. How many girls has he said that too? So annoying. The hand that had been between your legs was suddenly at the side of your ribs, waiting for you to respond.

Annoyed that you weren’t looking at him anymore he bent over you again, “Pay attention to me," He mumbled as he used his nose to nudge your face to look up at him. He gave your lips a soft lick letting his tongue part your lips enough for you to kiss him back.

Jungkook pulled away with a soft grunt as if the action alone was unbearable before making his way down to your cunt. He looked ridiculously gorgeous as his back muscles flexed when he slid down between your legs. His face lined up with your arousal, he didn’t hold back, immediately going in to bring you pleasure. He licked a line up your folds until his tongue hit your clip. He licked up at you turning his head to the right and then to the left. His tongue was stiff and with every shake of his head, it bumped your clit until it pointed out from under the hood.

He had you pulled to the end of the table as he sat on a chair between your legs. The legs in questions were over his shoulders with his hands keeping them spread. When Jungkook noticed what was happening to your clit, he moved quickly to wrap his lips around it giving it a light suckle. He kissed it with a sense of urgency like he couldn’t get enough and you felt it through the way he pressed his face into your cunt. Your head fell back on the table with a soft moan, “Jung…kook.”

He hummed in response shaking his head as he kissed you to stimulate your folds. It looked sinful, legs spread wide wide and your knees bent for your feet to be at the edge of the table. Jungkook between them fully dressed in the designer clothes he’d gone to the lounge bar in. His head shaking with every messy tongue kiss he gave your wet pussy. It was truly erotic.

Jungkook looked to you every once in a while watching your reactions. Deciding to take up a notch he pulled his mouth away from your clit. Suddenly he was pushing his tongue in and out of your entrance collection your slick on his tongue. Your arm went up, blocking your face, as you moaned, “Oh my god.”

“Look at me,” he lifted his head, heavy pants of breath before diving back in. His hand slid between your legs, palm flat on your pelvis, thumb at your clit. His tongue didn’t stop plummeting into your cunt as far as it could go and you hear the squelch of your slick on his face.

His head tilted to the side doing as he pleased to bring you closer to the edge of orgasm. His thumb circled your clit making sure to dip it into your slick every now and then so it wouldn’t dry.

He was going to bring you to orgasm just with his tongue and he could feel it. Jungkook could feel the way your legs trembled and your hips began to raise and meet his greedy mouth. Your arm blocking your face again completely forgetting that he ordered you to look at him. You were moaning his name now and it sounded like music to his ears. He just loved you so much. So much and he didn’t care that his cock felt heavy in his briefs.

Even with how hard he’s become he ignores it so he could focus on you. You were so close, just let go. Your stomach tensed, “I’m gonna cum, oh fuck.”

He hummed, letting you move his face with the jutting of your hips not taking his tongue out of your pussy. You gave him one last whine of his name as your walls broke. He felt the flood of release hit his tongue and he lapped at it like an animal. He was thirsty, wanting to have whatever you gave him. Everything about you turned him on, especially the way you looked when he made you cum.

Jungkook didn’t stop until there was no more, and when he did he place kisses along your thigh, catching his breath after the work he’d just done. He watched your chest as you did what you could to catch your own breath. He kicked back the chair as he stood and leaned over your body again. Black button up rolled up to his elbows and belt firm around his slim waist. His hands pressed into the table looking down at you with a gaze that you couldn’t look away from.

Below him, you were perfect in his eyes. With your hair splayed on the table, eyes on him, breasts raising and lowering with each breath. Dressed in your small top and skirt that fluttered down on itself since your knees were still bent upward. Your center almost touched his bulge but neither one of you moved your eyes to it.

“Do you love me?” You asked but not in the same naive and vulnerable tone anymore. He nodded his head, “Yes.”

“Mm,” was all you said you raised an arm to wrap around his neck and lifted yourself up as his hand went to your back. Your legs wrapped around his mid section. He carried you in his arms all the way to your bedroom like it was nothing. He laid you down gently and got on top of you.

A smile broke out on his face before capturing your lips with his.

The following day after making up with Jungkook you left to class early and waited to see if Yeonwoo would come in. She caught you sitting down a row toward the front and came to you. It’s still slightly awkward but she’s obviously been more open to talking to you again than Soomin. Soomin is 100% still mad at that and part of you can’t blame her and the other part thinks it’s overreacting. When she got to your row she made her way through it and took the seat next to you, “Hey.”

“Hey,” you said back as she looked down at your desk where your things were put out. Her brows went up, “You still haven’t bought a new laptop?”

“With what money?” You said with a small laugh looking down at the cracked screen. It was actually pretty bad but you did not have money to splurge on a new laptop at the moment, “Besides it still works, it’s just the screen that’s cracked.”

The small talk ended right there when the professor came in. It wasn’t a lecture today, you had to do these partner questions so you obviously partnered together. It was a pretty bland back and forth between you but every once in a while her attention would drift to your phone. You’d receive a text that you would choose to ignore and then another. By the third text you finally had enough and picked up your phone. You typed back a response and set it back down. Yeonwoo sighed, “So you really are still with Jungkook?”

You looked up at her now, “Um… yes.” It’s not like you could hide it anymore after Jungkook’s burst the other night. It still felt weird to admit it but what else could you do? It was the truth. It wasn’t even like you were embarrassed to date him. How could you be? You’ve always been aware of the fact that he’s unbelievably hot and charming. You wondered how many girls have a campus crush on him that you didn’t even know. You couldn’t even think about all the girls who follow him around all day.

She released a deep sigh, “I know what I say doesn’t mean shit to you anymore but I seriously don’t like you two together. You’re just wrong for each other.” Her eyes were on her assignment even as she spoke to you, “Whatever though, you’re going to do what you want even if it’s not good for you.”

You didn’t say anything back for a while before finally saying, “What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know, be honest with me as your friend?” Yeonwoo said, “Is he at least treating you right? Because he treated Soomin like shit, in case you forgot.”

You thought about it for a moment. You know Jungkook treated her like shit, you didn’t forget but you clearly chose to ignore it. She doesn’t need to be reminding you of it but here’s the thing. He has never even yelled at you when he’s upset. Even the night at the restaurant he was more worried about you breaking up with him than mad. Most of the time you spend with him it’s hard to even get your own space because he’s always around. The only time away from him you get is either on campus or work. He doesn’t have to worry about a part time job when his entire future is already mapped out and he could live as careless as he wanted. You can do that when your father’s a CEO but it makes it hard on you. He always wants to see you and it leaves you with no alone time. The most alone time you’ve had was the few days you weren’t speaking to him. Otherwise he’s always trying to communicate with you. So, you can’t say he ignores you, or fights with you, or even yells at you.

“He’s good,” was all you said. Jungkook definitely says some stuff sometimes that you don’t fully believe but you know there’s things you say that he doesn’t believe either. Still, you couldn’t say he treated you badly. It was just taking some time adjusting still. Yeonwoo’s eyes narrowed at you as if trying to see if you were lying but you really weren’t. The only downside to having him as a boyfriend is that he’s probably more clingy and needy than you.

kook<3: am I seeing you tn?

kook<3: maybe you could stay at my place for a few days

you: I have work these next couple nights

you: so I probs should just stay home

Your phone had been back on your desk when it started buzzing, people looked over at you slightly annoyed as you fumbled to turn it off. Yeonwoo looked at it, “Is he always blowing up your phone?”

“Sometimes,” you said honestly, “He wanted me to stay at his place for a couple nights but I’ve got work.”

kook<3: well I can just stay at your place then

you: I’ve got a study session tn so maybe tomorrow

kook<3: with who?

you: yoongi

kook<3: hm

By the end of class it was close to lunch time and with a long break between lectures you and Yeonwoo had time for a long meal. “Can Soomin and Joon join?”

“Obviously,” you told Yeonwoo, “If she knows I’m here and still wants to come though.”

“Yeah, I told her. We’ll see how it goes.”

So you ou left to a nearby cafe and Namjoon joined you first, “Y/n, I was wondering if you could help the Student Council with some advertising for the Summer Exhibition coming up. We’ve got to upload on the school blog and post around campus. If you have time can we meet up?”

“I can see if I can fit it between classes, if not you and Yeonwoo can come over sometime this week?” You said once you all had been seated with your drink orders put in. It didn’t take long for Soomin to walk in and the first few moments she completely ignored you. Alright, she’s still upset but at least you were having lunch together so maybe that was a step forward. You were still in between on if you wanted to be friends with her because she said some pretty mean things to you. At the same time though, you know she was under duress when Jungkook suddenly popped up. You’re not sure if anything happened after that since you left in a cab but you hope it wasn’t anything too bad.

“Hey,” she muttered to you forced to take the seat next to yours since Namjoon was next to Yeonwoo. You mumbled one back and got a second it was awkward between you all until Yeonwoo cut in, “Taehyung’s going to have some people over this weekend. Did he tell you guys that?”

“He sent a text the other night,” you told her, “I might go.”

“With my ex?” Soomin asked, looking over to you. Your jaw became tense wanting to avoid this topic. You still weren’t sure how to go about this but you also didn’t want to just be shitted on. If they didn’t want you around, why don’t they just tell you? You decided you didn’t want to stay quiet, “If he wants to then I guess.”

Soomin glared at you, “He probably will since he’s been in love with you for who knows how long. Since I dated him I’m sure.”

“Soomin,” Yeonwoo warned clearly exasperation with hearing this over and over again. At least with you she didn’t have to worry about listening to the same thing every day. She understands Soomin is upset but give it up or stop talking to you. Soomin shook her head, “What? It’s not like what I’m saying is a lie. He told me himself.”

“I don't know what you want me to do, Soomin. I’m not dumping him if that’s what you want. And even if he had feelings for me—which I doubt—I didn’t know and I would have never done anything to you,” you lied. You obviously knew that he did, in fact, have feelings for you back then but you didn’t know at the time. You’ll say whatever makes you sound like a better person.

She scoffed, “Right, because you’ve always been able to resist a guy giving you attention. I saw the way you used to look at him.”

Your brows furrowed. When he dated Soomin you never thought anything more than that he was good looking. You actually hated him up until the first night you kissed and you only did it because you were drunk. You didn’t say anything now, too annoyed to keep listening to her and focusing on your menu instead. Your phone began to vibrate again, and though it was facing down everyone knew who it was. You chose to ignore it.

“Just answer,” Yeonwoo said the second time it began to ring and you did just that.

“Let’s have lunch if I can’t see you later,” was the first thing Jungkook said to you once you answered. You wanted to get up and talk somewhere private but you also knew that would just give them an excuse to talk shit while you were still around.

“I’m already having lunch,” you told him and you could practically see the way he rolled his eyes. “You don’t care about me then.”

With a small sigh you had to excuse yourself this time after you just said you wouldn’t. You went toward the restroom, “No, you don’t care about me. I’m sorry I can’t be with you 24/7 but why don’t you just give me so—“l

“Space? So you’re dumping me again.”

“Holy shit, I just might if you keep being this clingy,” you said impulsively, “I can’t even work anymore without you complaining that I’m ignoring you. If I’m not giving you enough attention, find someone who will.”

“Oh so you still don’t want to be with me? You’re very quick to try and leave me and now you want me to find someone else?” Jungkook asked bitterly as he walked toward his campus lunch room. “Because I can, there’s a ton of girls here who’d die for my number.”

“So give it to them and I’ll do the same.”

His jaw clenched at the thought of whatever guy might be into you who he doesn’t even know. His grip tightened around his phone, “Give them your number Y/n. I dare you.”

“I will, since you want to say that I don’t care about you, I’ll show you.” With that you hung up and he snapped.

His phone hit the pavement under him with a shatter, others staring at him in confusion as he glared, “What?” He bent to pick it up hoping to call you again but it wouldn’t turn on. Great, he had to get a new phone, find you, and take you away.

“Fighting? You took forever,” Soomin said and that seemed to annoy you more than Jungkook just did. “He wanted to have lunch together.”

“You should’ve invited him then,” Soomin said with a bitter laugh, “Or were you still hoping to hide him like we don’t know you’re together.”

“Look, if you don’t like me anymore fine, don’t talk to me. Talk shit about me I don’t give a fuck,” you said, you were close to snapping, or maybe you were already doing it, “I’m not the one who dumped you, he was. Go take your problems to him even though I know he wouldn’t give a shit. I’m sorry you found out this way but I’m not sorry that I’m dating him. If every time I see you you’re going to be a bitch then whatever, I’m not going to beg you to be my friend. Unless Yeonwoo dumps me too, you’re stuck seeing me so you either get over it or leave, I don’t care anymore.”

“See you guys later,” you added as you stood, thankfully you’ve only ordered a water so there was no bill and you could still leave, “Or I’ll see you at the party.”

“You can’t come,” Soomin said but you just shrugged, “That’s not what Taehyung said. But don’t worry, I’ll stay away from you.”

“Bye,” you said with a smile to Yeonwoo and Namjoon who gave one back shyly ignoring the glare Soomin sent them.

So neither you nor Jungkook stayed mad for long. You were busy with work and school but he did end up coming over on Friday night when you were finally free. On Saturday he took you to the Mac store and bought you a new laptop to apologize. You normally wouldn’t take gifts like that but whatever, he’s got the money for it and at least you know he loves you enough to buy you shit.

Your mom always told you that if a man wants to prove he loves you then he’ll do whatever you asked and apparently that was true. He pretty much does everything you ask except give you space. You complain that your laptop is broken and he buys you a new one. You complain about your feet hurting and he takes your heels off for you. You tell him you want his head between your legs and he jumps at the opportunity. A greedy, spoiled, needy bunny. That’s what he was and you definitely took advantage of that when you weren’t arguing.

Like right now, he was clinging to your back when you greeted Taehyung who smiled widely and pulled you into a hug, “Drinks are in the kitchen, sorry there’s more people than expected. Um, hey, Jungkook, right?”

Jungkook nodded ignoring the hand Taehyung had stretched out choosing instead to drag you off. You had gotten drinks before moving to the couch waving at Yoongi and the others, even Soomin. Fuck that bitch, if she wasn’t going to get over it you were going to be petty now. Jungkook didn’t know that but it didn’t stop him from pulling you onto his lap where you sat with an arm around his shoulders and his around your waist.

“You look so pretty, baby,” Jungkook whispered to you as his finger traced an imaginary circle on your thigh, “I want to take you right here.”

“Don’t you wish,” you smiled pressing your cup to his lips and he happily drank from it. His hand slid back to your waist, “I do, and if I see another guy check you out I’ll do it right now.”

You leaned forward a bit to get Yoongi’s attention, feeling Jungkook’s hand move to your ass now as if in warning. You were playing with him, you know, but you liked that he was possessive and you wanted to test it. “You left your coat at my place the other night. I was gonna bring it to you but I forgot.”

“That’s fine, I’ll go pick it up tomorrow when we get dinner tomorrow,” he said looking to Jungkook who glared at him. He smiled tensely, “Mind if I get dinner with you and my girlfriend tomorrow? Or is it invitation only?”

“Invitation only,” you said watching him slump back annoyed. He slid you off his lap suddenly as he stood, “I need to use the bathroom.”

“Down the hall to your right,” Namjoon said and he was off.

It was awkward, you’ll admit that. Soomin was doing as told and ignoring you but you didn’t care. You could easily ignore her entire presence even if she sat three people away from you. You’re tired of everyone thinking they can just say whatever and you won’t respond. Taehyung came shortly after looking to you, “I need a partner for beer pong, can it be you?”

You nodded, taking his outstretched hand as he looked around for Jungkook, “I would’ve asked the others but they’re shit.” “Lucky for you, I’m skilled in a lot of things.”

“I bet you are,” Taehyung said with a little smirk, “Too bad Jungkook’s the only one who gets to see it all.”

It was strange between you and Taehyung. There was nothing there, obviously but you know—and everyone knows this too— that you’re a flirty person. It’s not even that you want him, you love Jungkook, but sometimes it’s just fun. Old habits die hard.

“Not all, I keep some things hidden,” you told him as he led you to where the others were waiting for him, “I like my secrets.”

“I’m sure you do, kept your boyfriend from me even when we went on that double date. Shame on you,” he said with a shake of his head but his tone was playful.

“Now that wasn’t my fault, Yeonwoo insisted but aren’t you happy you met me?”

“Of course, just sad I didn’t get to you first.”

“First for what?” Jungkook asked behind you making Taehyung freeze, “Don’t stop on my account. Keep going, I want to hear what you have to say.”

“We’re talking about a game,” You lied and very poorly at that.

“Really? Because right now it looks like he’s flirting with my girlfriend so lie to me again,” he said making you roll your eyes. “Don’t be dramatic.”

Jungkook took a deep breath forcing himself to smile, “Alright. I’ll give you your space tonight. Have fun.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion as he walked off but the awkward air around you and Taehyung made you focus on him. “Let’s play.”

It was taking everything in Jungkook to not turn back and bash Taehyung’s head in. The audacity the guy had to openly flirt with another man’s girl. And for you to do it back, oh that was the cherry on fucking top. His fists tightened to release some anger, feeling his nails dig into his palm. What was wrong with you? What the actual fuck is wrong with you? You’ve got the best guy and you want to hang out with him instead? Were you trying to make him jealous? If that’s the game you want to play, he could do it better. Matter of fact, he’ll show you how easy it is to get a girl and he won’t even have to lift a finger.

And he was right, the second he stood alone at this stupid ass party he knew there would be someone itching to get closer. It didn’t even take ten minutes before a girl came up to him with a smile on his face, “You don’t seem happy to be here at all.”

“Well my girlfriend is off doing her own thing,” he played the sympathetic guy, a victim of his mean girlfriend, the sweet one. The girl smacked her lips in disapproval, “Doesn’t she know that you could get snatched any second?”

His face went cold, “I’m sure she’s not worried. But, why do you say that? You think there’s someone else out there who might want me?” Play naive, he can do that. The girl shrugged, “Oh I know there’s a few.”

“You included?” “Me especially,” she whispered taking a step closer to him. From across the party he could see you make eye contact with him and it made him want to keep going, “That’s bad, my girlfriend might get jealous.”

“Then maybe she should watch you more carefully.”

“Oh I think she’s doing that just fine, but you don’t seem to care, do you?” He asked once again playing stupid. The girl shook her head looking at him from head to toe, “And when I see something I want, I know how to get it.”

“Is that easy for you?” Jungkook asked with a raise of his brows, “That confident? I guess I understand, you’re attractive.”

He shrugged when she blushed and he looked over to you still glaring at him and it made him smile as he looked down to the girl. He was making you jealous, good, you need to know how he feels every second you’re away from him. He smiled at the girl, “But compared to my girlfriend, you’re pretty fucking ugly to look at.”

Her smile dropped but Jungkook kept going. He knew that from your point of view you could misjudge the conversation and think he was flirting back with her. That’s what he wanted. The girl looked taken back by the sudden switch in his tone so he went on, “And I don’t like girls who chase after taken men. You don’t get what you want because you’re attractive. You get it because you’re clearly an easy person to sleep with. So don’t be so confident in yourself. I’m not looking at anything special.”

“What the fuck,” the girl said and yet he still smiled when he saw you begin to come over. Perfect.

“Oh I’m just kidding,” Jungkook laughed, “I just wanted to see how you’d react.” He was stalling, trying to keep the girl here until you came. He wanted to see what you’d do.

“What are we talking about over here?” You asked as you approached with a big, fake smile. The girl looked at you up and down as Jungkook put an arm around your shoulders, “Oh, this chick was trying to flirt with me even though she knew I had a girlfriend, baby.”

“Hm, and I’m sure you said no, right?” You looked at him now and he just shrugged, “I was just doing what you were doing with Taehyung.”

“Your boyfriend’s an asshole and I promise you I don't want him,” the girl said with a scoff and you lifted a hand to cup his chin, fingers squeezing his cheek. “You sure? But he’s so handsome.”

At that, Jungkook fought against your hold to kiss you but you moved away even as he squeezed you closer to him for the kiss. The girl looked between you clearly confused by you two, “I’m sorry, I promise I don’t want him.”

“And yet you came over to flirt with him, right? And you’re still here talking,” you said harshly, “I’ll tell you what, if you want him, take him. I’ll let him fuck you if he wants to.”

Jungkook chuckled, you were clearly being a bitch to her on purpose. As if you thought he’d leave you for her and you know that. You’re just too much like him but he thinks it’s so hot. It’s just too fun being an asshole to everyone because you can. He wasn’t even mad that you had been with Taehyung. He hugged you from behind, arms snug around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder, “Oh come on baby, don’t be so mean. She meant well, she thought you left me for another guy.”

He looked the girl up and down, “I told you my girl would get jealous.” She looked uncomfortable and now fed up, she left with a roll of her eyes. You looked at Jungkook from over your shoulder who just gave you a cheeky smile, “You’re so hot when you’re jealous.”

This time you rolled your eyes too, “Whatever. I’m ready to go.”

“Alright,” Jungkook bent down sliding his arms down to your thighs and hoisting you up. “Stop,” you groaned trying to get his arms off of you but it was too late. He was already walking you to the door with you facing forward and his arms around your legs. You tried to hide your face but it was no use. As if your friends wouldn’t recognize you.

Jungkook was laughing as you pushed on his arms to get him to let you go but he walked you out the door just like that. He didn’t set you down until you made it to the stairs and you glared at him as you pulled your skirt back down. His hand went to your ass as he nibbled on your earlobe knowing how sensitive it is, “Seeing you jealous turns me on.”

“Whatever.”

“Don’t whatever me, you know how annoyed I get when you’re with another guy?” Jungkook said exiting the building and pushing his button to unlock his car. Instead of opening the passenger door he goes to the back instead. You shrugged, “I know.”

His jaw clenched, “Get in.”

“In the back?” Your brows furrowed even as you did as told. You didn’t expect him to follow after you pushing you down, “Yup because I can’t wait to get home to show you how much better I am.”

“Better at what?” You asked spreading your legs enough for him to get between them crawling over you to kiss you. “Everything,” he kissed your neck.

“What if someone catches us?” You asked though you didn’t seem too worried about it as you chose to sit up instead of lay under him. His hands went to your waist letting you climb onto his lap as he moved over to the middle seat. He began to inch your skirt up letting his hand touch your ass again. He loved that you wore skirts a lot. It gave him easy access to the parts of you he wanted to touch. He gave you a smile as you tilted his chin up to you, “Nobody is going to see through the tints, baby.”

You released a sigh as you pressed your lips against his with a teasing kiss, “That's a shame. I kinda wanted them to.”

Jungkook’s jaw opened in a lax expression when you kissed down the side toward his ear sending a shiver down his spine. Fuck, you turned him on so much. Everything you did from the way you slept to the way you moaned his name. He wanted you so badly, needed you. What you just said made his whole body tremble feeling the blood rush his dick that was confined by too many layers. He couldn’t even wait for foreplay. He needed you now. Like right now, in the back of his tinted car, no protection and still fully dressed.

You must’ve felt the same because you were lifting yourself up to let him unzip himself while you tried taking your underwear off. He freed his hard cock giving it a couple quick strokes while he brought his other hand into his mouth. His tongue lathered his fingers in spit before bringing it down between your legs to your heat. You were already wet and his fingers worked to spread the slick along your folds and clit to avoid any roughness. You instantly began to move your hips against his hand making him look up at you, cock in hand.

You moved over his lap again and he took the mive to point his member up, watching you look down and try and line him up with your entrance. His hands were under your butt fighting the slip of your skirt over them as you adjusted to his dick, unprotected and without much prep. You probably shouldn’t be doing this but who was going to drop you when you were so horny? God, it’s like, you know it’s bad to be jealous. And you know he was trying to make you jealous, but it was hot. Not the part where the chick flirts with him but the part where he degraded her a little in your presence. It was bad. You shouldn’t like it but you do.

You like the way he shows you off and touches you like he doesn’t care. You like that he’s sought after and that so many girls want him while he’s with you. Your hands were around his neck as he finally raised you up, letting you land back against his hips with one thrust. With your response he did it again, a little quicker now. The slide of his cock in a steady, still cautious, rhythm was good, but you wanted more. You let yourself move against him, doing a small grind every time you dropped onto his thick cock.

“Fuck,” his brows scrunched together in concentration. He’d love to see the look on those guy’s faces when they see you taking his cock so well. All those guys who are on your phone or who you dated in the past thinking about the fact that you’re Jungkook’s. He’s keeping you and he’s not letting go, especially not when you sucked him in so well, taking every inch of him enveloping him in a warmth he craved.

His head fell back against the seat watching you take control, bouncing on his length in a quick and rough pace, clearly in need of release. That’s fine, he’ll watch you fuck yourself on his dick. You make him feel so good even when he’s not the one doing the work. He could just sit back, watch you jump on his cock, and enjoy. He didn’t even care if the car moved or if you two were even loud enough to be heard outside. All he knew was that he needed to cum, now.

His hands found their way to your waist again, not to stop you but to hold you in place as he shifted further down his seat. His feet spread and planted on the car floor for support as he raised his hips. You moaned into his hair as he began to fuck up into you, arm tightly snaked around your waist as he went faster. You could hear the slap of skin as he chased his release. Wanting to bring you closer too he yanked down your shirt and groped your tit. His mouth quickly wrapped around the nipple making you shiver.

“Oh fuck,” you whined letting your hips grind forward and back while having him pound into you from below. His head moved with your breast whenever you used your whole body to drop onto his cock.

His tongue licked up and down on the hardened bud, your hand digging into his bicep to hold yourself steady. “I need you to cum baby,” his grunt was swallowed by your tit and he never stopped thrust in his cock between your folds into your creamy pussy, “Right fucking now.”

“Okay,” you moaned desperate now to hit your orgasm so he could slip out of you before he did. The car was definitely moving now and there was a light fog inside. “Okay,” you repeated quickening your pace as you ride him, “I’m gonna cum…”

“Fuck,” he groaned doing everything to bring you closer from the thrust of his cock to the sucking of your nipples, “Do it, fuck Y/n, hurry up!”

“Oh my god,” you half groaned as you hit your limit. Your walls tightened around his cock squeezing him so snugly that he visibly tended. Forcing himself not to cum inside you his body shuddered with every twitch of your cunt, feeling your release pool against his base. Your body twitched as you tried sliding him off and he groaned loudly with the final chance of warmth and tightness now feeling way too exposed and cold.

Without further instruction, you leaned forward catching his head in your mouth, knowing this was it. You didn’t even have to stroke him, he was ready to blow his load and he did. Your throat was hit with a spurt of creamy release feeling it fill your mouth. You desperately tried to swallow as he moaned your name in pleasure. You lapped up as much as you could in order to save a mess waiting to happen and let him soften before taking him out of your mouth. He looked an even bigger mess than you and that was saying a lot.

He dragged his body back up to sit right as he tried tucking his member into his briefs. He looked at you, zipping up his jeans as you fixed your twisted skirt. He just thinks you look so pretty after sex, no matter how quick it is. With a sudden desire, he quickly snuck a kiss against your cheek before sitting back where he was. You gave him a little smile as you looked for your underwear. You slipped them back on trying to fix yourself up, “So are we going to your place?”

“Nah, I want to get drunk,” Jungkook said looking up at the building now, “Let’s go back to the party.”

“Ugh,” you whined looking at yourself through the rear view mirror, “I feel icky.”

You didn’t really care about returning to the party. You got what you needed and you were fine now. Jungkook opened the door already sliding out, “We’ll get you cleaned, don’t worry.”

He held you by the hand as the two of you went back in. The door was unlocked so you snuck back in making a beeline for the bathroom. Jungkook pushed you inside laughing as he locked the door shut, “Hurry up.”

“Shut up,” you told him as you lowered your underwear to sit on the toilet. He passed you the toilet paper roll that sat on the opposite end of the sink counter and turned away to let you clean yourself as best as you could. He checked himself out in the mirror before opening the cabinets under the sink. He found some wet wipes and lotions so he took them out. These have to belong to Taehyung or his roommate so in Jungkook’s mind, free reign. When you finished you flushed the toilet and stood next to him at the sink. You went to turn the faucet on watching him wipe face and neck with a wipe and moving to his arm pits. “Ew,” you pretended to cringe but he just shrugged.

“I’m doing this for you, I don’t care if people know we had sex,” Jungkook answered as he tossed it in the trash and grabbed another. You took one from the pack too, doing the same as funny as it was before washing your mouth. Jungkook passed you Taehyung’s mouthwash and poured some into your cupped hands. You swish it around in your mouth before spitting it back down and washing the liquid away.

“We should do that again sometime,” Jungkook said as the two of you joined everyone else in the main area.

“So what again?” Yoongi asked popping out from your right. His eyes narrowed, “Nevermind, I don’t want to know.”

“Is everyone still here?” You asked following after him as Jungkook went after you. Yoongi nodded, “Yeah but no clue where anyone went. Want a beer?”

“Yeah,” you said as he went to the kitchen. He came back with two and moved to the couch again, where he’s most likely been all night like the antisocial he is. You joined him on a armchair and Jungkook stood behind your chair as you talked to Yoongi. Now that you’ve had sex, he feels much more at ease. He still didn’t like you talking to other guys but he’ll make an exception.

“So, how you been?” Namjoon came up to him suddenly. Jungkook was surprised, the guy’s made little effort to talk to him these last few days. Before, when he was with Soomin, he spoke to Namjoon more. They weren’t friends by any means but he talked when their girlfriends got together. The second time around it was clearly awkward with him when his girlfriend and her friend were fighting with his other friend—you. All because of Jungkook, so yeah, he hasn’t talked to you. Right now though, he’s choosing to talk.

“Good, how about you?” “Same,” Namjoon cleared his throat awkwardly, “Personally I think you and Y/n match well.” Jungkook agreed but he also knows you’re both a little fucked in the head for reasons neither of you cared to explain.

“I think so too,” he responded in honesty. You felt Jungkook’s hand touch your head from where he stood behind you now carrying a conversation with Namjoon.

“I don’t know if I should ask this chick out or no, is she hot?” Yoongi ignored the hand that traced your cheek. A finger pressing against your lips even as Jungkook ignored it. He kept talking to Namjoon while trying to caress your face still thinking about demon time and how he’d like to do it again.

“You know Jin? Yeah he’s a good friend of mine,” Jungkook spoke casually, “Have you met Jimin?”

You moved your head making his hand slide to your neck, “I think she’s a strong 8.5”

“Hmm,” Yoongi looked down to his phone, “What happened to the other 1.5?”

“I don’t know, something I don’t like,” you answered him giving him back his phone. He looked down at the photo he had shown you and tilted his head in thought. You took the chance to look around at the people still here. Yeonwoo was on the other end of the room talking to Soomin and some other girl. You can’t tell if they’ve alienated you because of your choices or if you’ve alienated yourself just because you don’t know how to deal with it. All you know is that Soomin kept looking over here at you and then to Jungkook before talking to the other girls again.

You’re not sure if that meant she was talking about you or not but what you were sure of is that seeing you with Jungkook bothers her. Maybe it’s some of the mean things she’s said or the constant bashing on you, but you couldn’t bring it in yourself to care how she felt. Especially not when her eyes traced the length of his arm to the hand that was caressing your face without much thought into what he was doing. You know she still feels something for him.

It might not be love but there was something there for her. She had loved him enough when they dated and he treated her awful. Being left so suddenly clearly took a toll on her since she avoided everyone for months. Then, to see the person who just left you like it was nothing now with an old friend of yours? Oh, that’s gotta hurt. So sure, Y/n should feel a little guilty and she did at first. Now not so much, like whatever, it happened, move on. You’re just at that point where you don’t care what anyone thinks anymore. Her eyes met yours with a glare.

Without any debate you tipped your head back making Jungkook look down at you. His hand was on your jaw keeping you in place as he suddenly bent down to catch your lips with his. Namjoon’s words seemed to slow down as he witnessed the two of you kiss. Jungkook kept it short and sweet because if he did it longed he’d want to take you back out to the car. He smiled down at you, finally moving his hand to brush your hair back as you turned to talk to Yoongi again.

“I still can’t believe Y/n is dating Jungkook,” Soomin said with a sigh as she pulled her gaze away from you to turn to Yeonwoo. She just shrugged her shoulders watching her boyfriend talk to Jungkook, “I can’t either.”

“You’re the one who kept it from me,” Soomin said with a bitter tone that had Yeonwoo rolling her eyes.

“Well, you weren’t even talking to us when Jungkook came around the first time,” Yeonwoo pointed out, “And in my defense, I didn’t think anything would happen after they kissed.”

“After how he treated me I can’t believe Y/n would do that,” Soomin sighed and Yeonwoo just nodded silently. She tilted her head in thought as she watched you talk to Yoongi. Jungkook looked over to you every now and then but for the most part he was talking to Namjoon. Yeonwoo would just have Namjoon tell her what they talked about.

She just doesn’t trust you or Jungkook. There’s obviously heavy feelings between you two and that’s not a lie. She just can’t bring herself to believe it’s as perfect as you both are making it seem. Two people don’t just change overnight, especially not you.

Soon you’ll get bored, get your feelings hurt and move on. She’s surprised you haven’t done that yet but you will, she knows it. You’ve got this mentality where you think you have to be perfect for your partner. But you also think that if they’re not showing you what you think is affection, it won’t matter if they’re good to you or not. It won’t matter if they’re the sweetest guy in the world, you’ll find an excuse to leave. You got lucky with all the assholes you date because they never want anything serious. You don’t either because you think that there's a perfect guy out there just waiting for you. Well, there isn’t, and it’s definitely not Jungkook.

Jungkook had no sympathy for anyone but himself. He doesn’t care about another person’s feelings or if he’s done anything to hurt them. Actually, she knows he doesn’t care who he hurts. Just look at Soomin, he treated her like garbage and not a single part of him looks guilty.

So, she wants to say that you’re not good for each other. You get your feelings hurt too easily and he jumps into the relationship with you like it was nothing. You’re just not compatible. If Jungkook doesn’t do something to hurt you first, you’ll get him. You have a way of painting yourself as someone naive but she knows you’re not. She knows you’re using Jungkook just as much as he’s probably using you.

One of you isn’t being honest to the other. Either Jungkook is lying about how in love with you he is or you’re lying about how much you love him. Maybe he’s disguising his strange obsession with you in love, or you’re taking advantage of it to finally feel what you’ve been lacking all your life. She knows you, knows how you play and how you act when you’re no longer obsessed over someone.

There’s a reason why every guy you’ve ever dated didn’t stick around and it’s not just because they’re complete douchebags. She knows that when your resolve falls and you’re not the sweet and naive girlfriend anymore, you’re probably just as bad as them. Once you feel like they aren’t giving you what you want you change. You go from gentle and vulnerable to mean and obsessive. It’s not possible that every guy you’ve been with leaves you. If every single one of them does that, doesn’t it mean that you might be the problem? Maybe they see the real you that you don’t show Yeonwoo or anyone else. She just knows you’re not as pliant as you paint yourself. She saw it the other day when you snapped back at Soomin. Rightfully so, but you don’t usually speak your mind like that. Not that there’s anything wrong with it but it’s just not something she’s used to seeing.

Even with Jungkook, sometimes it seems like you’re the one in control. You’re the one leading him, you’re the one bringing him to things, you’re the one he obsessed over. But when she looks to see if you’re just as obsessed with him, she just can’t tell.

You don’t have a problem ignoring him like he’s not around. You don’t think twice about his feelings especially if he's going against whatever you told him to do. As strange as it sounds, Jungkook seems way more into you than you’re into him which is unusual since you’re the one usually more wrapped up in the other. Maybe you think Jungkook won’t leave you or you don’t care if he does.

All she knows is that you’re different from how you’ve been with other guys, and that she’s never known Jungkook to be so affectionate? It’s just hard to believe that this means you’ve both changed for the better. It just doesn’t seem genuine, nothing about your sudden changes feels honest.

One of you is going to regress into your old selves or maybe neither of you ever changed. Old habits die hard, everyone knows that. If there’s anyone who had bad habits when it came to relationships, it would be you two. The guy who doesn’t care about how awful a girl is treated. And the girl who seems to fall in love too fast and gets bored even faster.

One of you is lying, or both. There’s just no way two people change that fast, not you two anyway.

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okok it was a long wait and was it worth it? idek. imma tell y’all rn there will only be one part left and I still don’t know if it’s gonna be a good or bad ending for jk and y/n

also be honest 👀who do you guys think changed the most from the first part and you do think will hurt the other more? they’ve both got jealousy and trust issues and i feel like we saw it a bit here

it’s giving him and i by g-easy and halsey but minus the cringe of the song me thinks

there’s also 100% hella errors in this but listen i gave myself a time limit

#kpop #jeon jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook yandere #jungkook angst #jungkook au #kim taehyung #bts #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #park jimin #bts smut #love lies

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