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angelguk · 5 years

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» i wish i missed my ex - jungkook scenario

Jeon Jungkook - BTS

words - 18k

genre - college!au, friends to lovers!au, fakeboyfriend!au, fluff if you squint real real hard, smut, angst i think(?),slowburn

warnings - alcohol consumption / oral sex (fem receiving) / dom!jjk / edging / vulgar language / crazy exes?? (it’s not what u think) / attemped sexual assault - not in detail

soundtracks - mahalia, i wish i missed my ex / summer walker, girls need love / sam smith ft normani, dancing with a stranger

A familiar series of pings emitted from your phone, breaking through the peaceful slumber you’d slipped into. Weekends were the only days you could sleep in and therefore you really cherished the moments were you hid underneath the warmth of your blankets and ignored the world. So, rightfully, your eyes snapped open with a disgruntled groan floating from your lips, a wave of irritation hitting your still sleeping brain. You reached out for the device, hand slapping at the bedside table in vain until your fingers wrapped themselves around the cool metal of your phone.

Seven messages from your ex awaited your gaze. Sunghoon had a tendency to call when you ignored his messages for long but you couldn’t be bothered to read through them right at this moment.

With a groan of annoyance, you tossed the phone onto the bed covers and crawled right back into the cocoon of warmth you’d formed. He really didn’t get the hint that you didn’t want to speak to him anymore, did he?

It took a total of two minutes for you to fall right back asleep which was immediately interrupted by blaring sound of your phone ringing. Without a glance at the screen, you grabbed it and hit the answer button.

“What do you want?” The statement came out harsher than you intended, but he deserved it for calling you at ungodly hours on the weekend.

“Well sorry to wake you up, princess,” Responded a familiar voice that instantly dissipated the furnace of anger that had begun to burn within in your chest.

“Jungkook?” You asked, sneaking a peek at your phone.

“The one and only.” You could hear his shit-eating grin from here.

“Ugh! Why are calling at ass o’clock in the morning?”

“It’s ten, Y/N! It’s basically the afternoon.”

“Ten on a Saturday is equivalent to eight on a Monday, you dimwit.”

“Stop making excuses for your lazy habits. Get up – the early bird seizes the worm, don’t you know.”

“You’re probably in bed yourself. And I have nothing to do today so I want to stay in.”

“First of all, I’m sitting on my bed and I’ve gotten ready for the day, so you’re wrong there. Also, you do have shit to do, darling. Remember we have a get-together brunch in an hour at Roots and you have a shift at Yin & Yang.”

Shit. You had momentarily forgotten about the bi-weekly brunches you and the boys had scheduled in order to still spend some time together amongst the chaos of university life. No one had missed a single one and you didn’t want to be the first one to do so. Your job at the local café was also important and if you had missed a shift your manager would have had your head on a stake.

“Fuck, thank you! I would have forgotten my shift if it wasn’t for you, bro.”

“Only the shift?” He teased.

“How could I ever forget our legendary brunches? How bad of a friend do you think I am?” You said, lying through your teeth.

“I don’t know. I haven’t seen you in a while, and with the whole thing with Sunghoon-”

“Don’t please. It’s too early in the morning to bring up unpleasant things,” you whined, rolling out bed with difficulty.

“I know, but remember I’m here to talk about it. If you want to.” He responded, deep voice tender over the receiver.

You groaned in response, the memory of the texts you’d received earlier resurfacing. “Can we talk about this later? If I don’t get ready now then there’s no way I can make it to brunch on time.”

“Yeah, sure,” Came a hasty reply. You paused for a second, mildly thrown off by how quickly he agreed to brush it off, almost as if he was embarrassed that he’d asked in the first place.

“Jungk-”

“See you later, alright.” Before you could stop him, a forlorn dial tone met your ears.

♡

As you expected, you were the last one to arrive at Roots. You could hear them before you even saw them, Namjoon’s baritone voice colliding with Jin’s contagious laughter. You trotted towards the table, ignoring the eyes of loathing the servers at Roots gave you, a smile already settling on your face.

“The Queen herself has arrived,” announced Jimin as you squeezed yourself into the booth beside Taehyung and Namjoon. Your favorite seat beside the window had already been snatched up by Hoseok, who greeted you with a knowing bright smile, so you had to make do with being stuck between two massive men.

“I have to bless you mere mortals with my presence every once in a while,” You bantered back, “It’s part of my royal duties.”

“Glad you could spare the time, your majesty,” Snorted Taehyung. “Now we can finally order. I’m famished.”

You elbowed his ribs, feigning a stretch.

“AW! That hurt.”

Choosing to ignore him, you glanced at Jimin, “The usual Chimmy.”

“I thought we all agreed that nickname was banned,” He responded pouting, while waving down a vaguely irritated server. Your group was the loudest on the buzzy Saturday mornings but you justified it by buying half the menu for breakfast.

“When? Is this because Jeongyeon calls you that now? Your girlfriend can’t have it, we trademarked the nickname years ago,” Said Taehyung.

“Shut up before I tell them what Irene calls you in during sex.”

His dark brows went up, the statement catching the attention of everyone at the table.

“You wouldn’t,” There’s a dangerous tone to his deep voice, a glint of warning dancing in his brown eyes.

Jimin smiled, cocking his head. The sliver rings on his fingers glittered in the warmth of the sunlight, almost challenging Taehyung as he said, “Would I?”

“Okay, now you have to say it,” Interrupted Jungkook. You hadn’t glanced at him properly since you’d entered the restaurant but now his presence caught your full attention. He’d chosen an over-sized black hoodie to wear, rolled up to his elbows to reveal the rivers of cerulean blue that ran underneath his pale porcelain skin. He’d been stricter on his gym routine and it was clearly starting to show. But you were more distracted by the way his faded blue ripped jean clung to the muscles on his thighs, the fabric nearly ripping at the seams as it attempted to stretch itself over his thick legs.

“We already know it’s something kinky,” Interjected Yoongi, who’d been languidly observing the interaction between the two boys with a small smile of amusement of his face.

Taehyung face was a picture of bewilderment as he hurried to disprove Yoongi. “No! Hyung! I’m not like that!”

“Please, save the innocent act. I nearly had to burn my computer when I found your search history.”

“Where is this conversation going?” Interrupted Namjoon. “Have we even ordered yet? I would like to eat my meal without the images being suggested right now in my head.”

“Exactly! All of you need to go to church.”

“That reminds me of the pastor and nun role play you and Irene did last week,” Commented Jimin, a chuckle erupting from his lips.

A collective gasp of shock vibrated the table. Taehyung stumbled over his words to reject the idea that Jimin had thrown in your faces.

“Where’d you get a priest costume from?” Hoseok inquired, now as invested as everyone else. “Only Namjoon had one for last Halloween – oh.”

“Taehyung, please tell me you didn’t have sex in my Halloween costume.” The pain was evident in Namjoon’s voice and you couldn’t help but stifle your laughter as you watched the ashamed glance Taehyung sent his elder.

“Well, technically, I took it off before we-”

“Taehyung!”

You dissolved into a fit of laughter, along with everyone else apart from Namjoon, who looked as if someone had shit right on his favourite pair of shoes and Taehyung, who was blatantly ignoring Namjoon’s disgusted gaze.

“Can we please eat now? Where’s the food we ordered?” questioned Jin, who looked as tired as Namjoon did. Coincidentally, the servers began bringing out the regulars you’d ordered and within moments everyone had closed their mouths and focused on the array of food that had been dumped before them. You spared a glance at Jungkook as you tucked into the plate before you, a speckle of curiosity sparking in your mind as you recalled the phone call from this morning. Jungkook had never backed down from a potential argument with you, he found it amusing to push you and you found it satisfying to prove him wrong. Yet, for some reason he’d backed right off when you told him to. It was out of character and it was making you feel strange.

And all because of your ex-boyfriend too. You didn’t have any feelings left harbouring for him but you and Sunghoon had been together for a fairly long time. Maybe that was why he had cheated. But by that time you didn’t even care anymore, it just gave you an excuse to walk away from him forever.

It was as if Sunghoon could tell you had briefly thought about him because your phone went off again. You glanced at the screen, finding a simple question mark from Sunghoon joining the plethora of texts from this morning that you had pointedly ignored. Hoseok must have noticed the flicker of annoyance that went across your face because he asked, “Who was that, Y/N?”

“Sunghoon,” You replied, his name leaving a bitter taste on your tongue. A collective groan sprung from the boys around you, apart from Jungkook who abruptly stopped stuffing his face.

“He’s still texting you?” Asked Namjoon, concern on his warm features melting your heart.

“Hasn’t gotten the message that I’m over him yet. He’s been texting me like crazy and it’s starting to get on my nerves,” You responded, grabbing the cell phone. “Might as well see what the hell he wants.”

It was as if everyone else was holding in their breath as you opened up your notifications, eyes skimming through the messages he had sent you. The first few were pathetic, focused on asking if you were alright and if you had eaten, but the next ones caught you attention.

“He invited me to a party.” The confusion you felt was clear in your voice and when you glanced up, your friends surprised facial expressions matched your own.

“What? Man, Sunghoon is one weird person,” Murmured Hoseok.

“I don’t know, maybe he’s trying to rebuild your friendship? Look at the bright side perhaps?” Remarked Jin.

“Close your mouth, hyung,” Interjected Jungkook. “I don’t think Sunghoon wants to mend the relationship, he’s a jerk after all.” There was a hint of irritation colouring his voice that you nearly missed.

You read over the message again, a feeling of hope blooming in your chest. Even if you could never be close friends with Sunghoon again, you were open to perhaps mending the relationship you had – hating him took too much of your energy and you were over given him a room in your heart, even if it was filled with hate. “I don’t know, maybe Jin’s right. I might go for this thing.”

“If you’re going, then we’re going with you,” Came a stiff response from Jungkook.

You shot him a curious glance but it was immediately disrupted by Yoongi adding, “Won’t Jiyeon be there? She’s close with that scumbag.”

“Why would that be a point of concern? She’s Jungkook’s girlfriend,” You responded. Didn’t Yoongi already know this?

The curious glances that met your own made you feel unsettled.

“Jungkook, you haven’t told her yet?”

“What? What happened?”

Before Jungkook could say anything to you Taehyung answered for him, “Jungkook dumped Jiyeon like last week.”

“No. What the hell? Jungkook I thought you loved her?” Your surprisement was hard to contain.

“People change and so do feelings, Y/N,” Came his tired response. “It’s a long story.”

“Well then start telling it. We have all morning.”

♡

It was past eleven when you pulled up to Sunghoon’s house, Hwasa, your best-friend, in tow. The doors and windows of his home vibrated in time with the bass of the song playing through the building, the sounds of laughter and chatting melting into the thick melody. People were scattered along the entrance, chugging beers and laughing, faces illuminated by the rays of warm amber street lights. You couldn’t make out anyone you really knew outside, so you decided to walk into the building, wrapping your black leather jacket tightly around your frame. The endless loud thrumming of music greeted your ears, deafening inside the house. Hwasa shot you a look of distaste as she stumbled in behind you, clearly irritated by the loud obnoxious music. Coupled with the stench of weed coming from somewhere in the house, this was not Hwasa’s idle type of party. You didn’t mind it but even things like having to watch people basically fuck each other with their clothes on as you stumbled through the house was distasteful. You still hadn’t spotted Sunghoon.

The frown on Hwasa’s features immediately melted away when she noticed a familiar face that made both of you feel comfortable in this atmosphere. “Y/N! HWASA!” Yelled Hoseok from a couch across the room. He stumbled over to the two of over, evidently already intoxicated by the way his legs struggled to keep him steady as he walked. “Y’all are late!”

“Late,” Scoffed Hwasa, pulling Hoseok into a warm hug. “We’re not late – party doesn’t start until we arrive Hobi.”

He grinned at the two of you, a smile lighting up his red-tinted face. “Fair enough. The rest of the guys are at the back by the pool. Sunghoon is loaded as hell. You should have married his ass and then filed for divorce, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes, sidestepping Hwasa and Hoseok who had become attached at the hip. “Sorry to disappoint you but I can and will make my own money, Hoseok.” He didn’t even bother to give you a reply, mouth already whispering jokes into your best friend’s neck. It was clear that Hwasa and Hobi we going to disappear together the moment you walked away so you shot a knowing wink and moved towards the pool area, as directed by Hoseok.

You had always known Sunghoon came from a wealthy family. He never hesitated to offer to pay for something, though you often adamantly refused, and he was quick to shower you in material gifts. But you didn’t date him because of his hefty pocket, at some point in your life you actually liked Sunghoon, his smile, his stupid jokes and his adorable cockiness. You would have stayed with him, but being who he was, he really had to ruin everything you had built together by sleeping with some first year girl. At first you were hurt because of being cheated on, but then your emotions began to be fuelled by other telling you that you needed to be hurt and at Sunghoon was trash or what he did. You didn’t disagree with those points but after a month, you were over hating him with every fibre of your being. Sunghoon had messed up but he had also given you a chance to dodge a bullet that could have destroyed you if you allowed yourself it get even more invested into the relationship. So you were excited for tonight, hopeful that Sunghoon and you could move on from the event that had marred both your histories and work towards a neutral relationship. You hadn’t been labelled a strategic diplomatic by your friends for no reason.

Said friends had overtaken the chairs beside the pool, a game of beer pong already set up. Everyone was there apart from two people, Taehyung and Jungkook. With a second glance you spotted Taehyung with his sliver mane in a tight embrace with Irene, a bile of disgust rising within as the memory from this morning’s brunch conversation resurfacing. You quickly averted your gaze from the couple, locking eyes with Namjoon who shared your grimace of pain.

“I had to go home and burn that costume,” He sadly stated as you plopped down beside him. He handed you his cup filled with chased vodka.

“Sorry about that. Taehyung is a piece of work,” You replied, glancing at the contents with distaste. “What is this shit? I want it straight Joon.”

He gave you a weary gaze. “Remember the last time you took a bunch of shots straight and you ended up regurgitating your entire stomach.”

You flinched as the memory of puking your guts out resurfaced. That had probably been the worst night of your life. So you shut your mouth and chugged the remainder of the drink, the failure warmth of alcohol slipping down your throat dampened by the flavour of grape juice.

“You’re really going to sit there and drink chased shit the whole night?” Questioned an incredulous Jimin, who already had a tight grip on a bottle of Jameson’s.

“Some of us like having working livers, Chimmy,” Retorted Yoongi, who was drinking something similar to yours.

“This is free alcohol. I repeat, free. So why not just drink everything and regret it tomorrow,” He replied.

You glanced at Namjoon, mouth parched and already craving more liquor. You wouldn’t consider yourself a seasoned alcoholic like Jimin but once you started drinking you always wanted to drink more, and the fact that Namjoon was chasing all your drinks was making you feel like a child who had her mother chaperoning her at a party.

“Jimin’s right. This is free, might as well drink what I like. Where’s the barcadi and tequila?” You asked, feeling the disdain of Namjoon and Yoongi burning into the side of your head.

“Do I have to remind you how badly that turned out last time again?” His frustration was evident in his voice.

“Relax,” You replied, hitting his arm gently. “I’ll pace myself.”

“I told Jungkook to grab the barcadi for the game like ten minutes ago, I have no idea where that boy went,” Jimin commented, swishing the remainder of the liquid in his bottle idly.

“I thought we all agreed to only play beer pong with vodka, because oh you know, taking clean shots of barcadi will fuck you up faster than Taehyung and Irene will get naked on the couch right there,” Namjoon retorted, his gaze getting increasingly concerned.

“Bold of you to assume that vodka won’t get me just as fucked up, hyung,” Retorted Jimin, who was looking more inhabited by the second.

“I think you might need to take a break, hyung.” Jungkook’s familiar voice rang from behind you. The twist you did to meet his face caused you a mild form of whiplash but it immediately rewarded when your eyes fell upon his broad chest, covered with a thin white shirt. Your eyes trailed upwards, finding a glittering sheen of sweat coating his tan skin, probably from being inside the warm building. His mission to get alcohol was fruitful because he was clutching a bottle of Bacardi in his grip, causing rivulets of blood vessels to casually rise to surface, resting beneath his soft skin.

For some reason you were beginning to be overly aware of his presence. And it was beginning to bother you. You swiftly averted you gaze, forcing your eyes to lock on the empty cup in your hands. But you could still feel the warmth of his presence as he brushed past your seated figure, plopping himself beside Yoongi. Maybe that wave of warmth wasn’t coming from him, it was probably just coming from the alcohol sitting in your gut. Right? Right.

“Jungkook, leave me alone. I’m perfectly capable of handling my shit,” Jimin snapped back. His reply was followed by him taking a generous swing from the nearly empty bottle in his hands.

“You want to mix whiskey and rum? Are you asking for alcohol poisoning?” Yoongi commented, his tone filled with disdain.

“I’m asking for a good time,” Jimin replied indignant. “Something you clearly don’t know how to have.”

“If you vomit, you’re cleaning yourself up,” Yoongi retorted, getting up from his couch. “I’m going to go hang out with some sane people. Bye.”

The three of you watched him leave, you were vaguely perplexed because a majority of the time Yoongi would join Jimin’s alcoholic antics. You turned to Namjoon, eyebrows raised in question to find a knowing smile on his face.

“He’s going to find some girl he’s been talking to. It’s kind of cute,” Namjoon stated.

“Blah, blah, everyone is getting some tonight apart from me and all of you so we might as well just drink ourselves shitless,” Jimin interrupted, abruptly getting up to the grab the bottle Jungkook was indolently holding. “Shots, anyone?”

♡

Maybe being around Jimin with alcohol in the mix was bad for your health. Actually, it was detrimental to your health and that was proven by the fact that you’d just spent fifteen minutes puking your guts out in a bathroom. Luckily, you had felt it coming before you had chucked your dinner all over yourself in the middle of the party.

You forced yourself off the porcelain floors, vision as wobbly as your knees and stumbled towards the sick to clean your mouth. A couple of vigorous rinses go rid of most of the smell and taste of Bacardi rising back up your throat but you could still taste the bitter acrid flavour at the back of your throat.

It was probably time for you to leave.

Hwasa had already disappeared with Hoseok and you’d lost most of the boys after Jimin and shoved a good portion of rum down your throat.

So your wiped your mouth and cleaned up the minor mess you’d made in the bathroom, exiting with single thought of leaving Sunghoon’s house unscathed. The simple goal was proving to be harder to accomplish with every passing second.

You had reached the staircase that led downstairs when you stumbled right into him.

“Y/N? Shit, are you alright?” Sunghoon’s grip on your wrists was warm and familiar and you unknowingly leaned into it, weak body hoping for some sort of support.

“No. I’m really not. I was just about to leave so if you could call an Uber for me-”

“Come on. Let me give you something to change into,” He said, ignoring your simple request. Something in your stomach made you want to pull away but Sunghoon had already turned you're already and with a comforting had on the small of your back he was leading yours towards his bedroom.

The path was familiar, you’d been lead towards it often enough but with every heavy step you took a boulder of dread settled in your gut. It only worsened when you heard the definite click of a door shutting behind you.

“Sunghoon, I-”

“Here, sit down. Give me a second,” He said, sitting you down on his plush black comforter. The last time you were here it was a pastel blue. For some reason, the colour of his bed didn’t sit well with you and fuel to the flame of premonition burning in your chest.

A folded grey shirt was placed in your place accompanied with a soft smile on his face. “Do you need water or anything?” “No, no, I’m fine. Sunghoon, thank you but I really need to leave.”

“You could stay the night if you want. I don’t think it’s safe for you to be travelling alone in an Uber right now, Y/N,”

You paused, fingers digging into the cotton fabric of the shirt he’d given you. A swift glance in his direction instantly caused a turmoil of forewarning rose in your throat.

“Thank you but I’m leaving.”

Before you could hoist yourself off the bed, Sunghoon’s tight grip was yanking you back down.

“You never replied to my texts. Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

“I didn’t think I was going to come Sunghoon,” You carefully replied, your eyes flickering down to the pale hand wrapped tautly around your arm.

“But you changed your mind?”

“Yeah. Like I said, I should probably leave now.”

He ignored you, his grip loosening as it slid down your arm. His fingers entangled themselves around your wrist, gently grazing against your skin which suddenly felt cold and clammy.

“I haven’t seen you in a while and I just want to say something before you go Y/N.”

There’s a pause that makes you feel like you should just bolt out the door before he can continue speaking. Coupled with the rising waves of nausea, you weren’t ready to handle whatever he was about to spout out of his mouth.

“I’m really, really sorry for what happened. I-I never meant to do it or hurt you, Y/N. Really. I feel like shit every time I think about what happened.” He sounded remorseful but his apology was falling on deaf ears. You’d already moved on because by the time Sunghoon was sleeping around behind your back, you’d slowly fallen out of love with him. It still hurt when you found out but you’d pushed back the emotions a long time ago.

“It’s okay, Sunghoon. I’ve moved past it. You should too.”

“No, it isn’t-“

“Sunghoon, its fine. I’m over it and honestly, I really need to go home right now.” Another wave of nausea was clawing its way up your throat, threatening to spew itself all over Sunghoon’s clean sheets. You didn’t want to listen to another word from him because deep down you knew were this was going. He was acting remorseful to make you feel sympathy for him and then he was going to try and trap you back into his web of lies. You’d been through it before with your exes and you were tired of the act.

“At least let me drop you. It’s late,” He sharply retorted, a trace of irritation in his tone.

You whipped his hand off your body and jolted upright, the abrupt movement immediately causing your head to spin. Your head felt heavy and your feet were unstable as you stumbled towards the door.

“Bye, Sunghoon. I’ll show myself out.” Your hand had just touched the cool brass knob when a heavy pair of hands slammed down on your shoulders, pulling you right back into his hold with a force that knocked your breath right out of your chest.

“I never said you could leave.”

“GET OFF ME! FUCKING PSYCHOPATH!” Your words were accompanied with erratic thrashes of all your limbs; your feet kicked at his shins, elbows slamming into the ribs enclosing you. But Sunghoon held you tighter, twisting your figures away from the door as he pushed you towards the bed. The rhythm of your shoes banging against his wooden floorboards beat alongside the sound of your heart slamming against your chest.

You hit the bed hard, the weight of his body above your pressing you into the sheets. Your screams were muffled by the fabric falling into your open mouth but you’re still struggled against his firm grip, twisting and squirming away from him as much as you could. The sharp press of his knee against the back of your thighs halted most of your movements and within seconds he was squeezing your wrists together behind your back.

“Sunghoon, please stop. Get off me, please.”

Your plea went unheard because the hand not holding you down was slipping up the back of your shirt. Your throat tightened at the feeling his skin against yours and you tried to get away, only to receive a hard press of his knees onto your thighs.

The blood rushing in your ears blocked out the sound of the door softly opening.

“Sorry, but have you seen – GET OFF HER RIGHT NOW!”

The immense relief that washed through you as Sunghoon was hauled off your body was indescribable. It took you moment to put yourself together, lungs gulping in air as you pushed yourself upright. Your head still felt as if you’d taken a hammer to your skull but you steadied yourself, vaguely registering the sound of scuffle behind you.

You turned around to find Jungkook slamming Sunghoon’s head into the ground.

It bounced against the floorboards with a thud that echoed in your head. His hands were wrapped around Sunghoon’s neck and they were red with how tight he was holding him. It took you a moment to register that the choking sound was coming from Sunghoon.

“Jungkook! Stop!” You lunged forward, arms trying to pull Jungkook away from Sunghoon before he murdered him. “Jeon! Stop it!”

His eyes snapped towards you, dark with rage but his grip reluctantly loosened. In one swift motion he rose from the floor, taking the opportunity to kick Sunghoon in the gut. Without sparing a glance at your ex-boyfriend, Jungkook extended a hand towards you. You gingerly took it, rising as he supported your body. Without hesitating you feel into his warm, head burrowing itself into the soft fabric of his shirt.

You breathed in the familiar comforting scent of Jungkook as he led the both of you out of the room. But a comment from Sunghoon halted your tracks.

“So you’re fucking him now? I always knew you were. Fucking slut. You act like I was the only one cheating but everyone knew that you were sleeping with him the whole time too.”

Jungkook made a move to turn around, you could feel furnace of rage burning within his chest ad you wanted to let him go so he could pummel Sunghoon in the face but your fingers tightened onto his shirt, forming weak fists that gently pulled him back.

“Leave it. Please can we go? I feel like I’m going to-“

The world before you turned grainy, blurry spots of black flashing in your eyeballs as your knees buckled below you. You didn’t even register the flutter of your closing as collapsed right into Jungkook’s arms.

♡

Sunlight filtered through half open curtains, the warm rays landing right onto your face. You reluctantly cracked open your eyes, squinting in the glare of the morning sun. Your mind was still sleeping, a low thrum of a headache pulsing against your skull. But you were more focused on retreating underneath the sheets tucked around you. The bed you were in warm and soft, caressing your skin as you furrowed deeper into the sheets.

The first thing that you noticed was the taste of liquor and acid clinging to every crevice of your dry mouth. You swiftly glanced around the room, looking for the water bottle you usually stored near your bed. Your eyes never landed on the object, instead they shifted to the floor where you found a lone pair of black boxers crumpled on the bedroom floor.

Somebody shifted next to you.

You were instantly on high alert, careening away from the figure huddled next you as your eyes flashed around the room, trying to register to your location.

The underwear had just missed a laundry basket, which was adorned with a familiar looking pink plush but you couldn’t remember where it was from exactly. Across the room sat a brown desk, littered with papers and water bottles. Above the desk was an Over watch poster of Widowmaker. You only knew the character because it was Jungkook’s favourite-

“I know you’re awake.”

“Uh? Yes I am,” You replied, hastily pushing down the sheets you burrowed yourself in to find a wide eyed Jungkook observing you. His brown hair was tousled, as if his fingers had racked through the strands until the stood upright on their own accord. His skin looked pale and dry and even from here you could smell the faint lingering scent of alcohol.

What exactly happened last night?

Maybe he could see your mind wandering away because he dragged you right back, his tone careful as he asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yes? Why? What happened?” Your mind was searching through the records of the previous night, trying to link together the moment you lost consciousness and how the lead to you sleeping soundly in Jungkook’s bed. It didn’t seem like you’d done anything else but sleep because both your clothes were still clinging onto your sticky sweat covered skin. Unless, you’d put them back on?

“You,” He sounded incredulous, “You don’t remember last night.”

“Not entirely – oh. Oh.” Everything hit you at once.

“Fuck. Are you sure you’re alright?”

You stayed silent, reliving the feeling of Sunghoon holding you down with ease or how his head and neatly cracked against the wooden floorboards when Jungkook had shoved his head into the ground. Your heart was racing all over again and your hands felt clammy as you scrambled out the sheets, heading for the bathroom you knew you would find.

Vomiting on an empty stomach was unpleasant but you couldn’t stop yourself from violently retching into the toilet. You heard the patter of Jungkook’s bare feet hitting the floor as he followed you, watching silently as you ejected half your guts out.

You leaned back, steadying yourself against the porcelain toilet, your hands tremoring uncontrollably. For some reason, you wanted to laugh. Your tears were heavy behind your ears but they wouldn’t fall.

“Here, drink this.” A water bottle was nudged into your hands and when Jungkook realised you weren’t lifting it towards your mouth, his own fingers softly wrapped themselves around your shaking hands and pushed the bottle towards your dry lips.

“Rinse and spit it out,” He gently instructed, a hand coming to rest against your back.

The silence that followed was only broken when you got up, shaking Jungkook hand off your own and dumping the rest of its contents down your throat.

“Do you want to talk about?” He asked, trailing after your figure as you left the bathroom and wilted onto his bed.

“No. I really don’t.” Your voice sounded dead even to your own ears.

“At least report him or something,” Jungkook retorted, leaning against the bathroom of the doorway, a concerned frown marring his face.

“So they can do what? Tell me it was my fault for being in the room alone with him and incredibly drunk. Just leave it.”

His eyes narrowed at your bitter response, fits involuntarily curling up. “So you’re just going to act like never happened?”

“Yes.”

“You’re just going to let him walk away?”

“He never touched me-”

“But he hurt you, he held you down! Y/N, please if you don’t report it, I will.”

When you glanced up to meet his gaze the pure rage that burned behind his usually warm brown eyes caught you off guard. “Do whatever you want, Jungkook.”

“So you’re giving me permission to smash his face in the next time I see him.”

The statement made you crack a half-hearted smile but by the look on his face you knew he met it. The way his hands had wrapped themselves around Sunghoon’s neck drove shivers down your spine because you knew if you hadn’t pulled him off he might have killed him.

“Just don’t go to jail for manslaughter,” You tiredly replied.

“No promises.”

“How did you even find me last night?” You suddenly questioned, aware that if Jungkook hadn’t walked in at that moment things could have ended horribly.

His hand awkwardly rose to rub at his head, a tinge of rose tainting his cheeks. “I- Jimin said he saw you going to the bathroom and you looked really sick. I don’t know. I got worried so I went to look for you.”

“You got worried? About me?”

“You’re my friend, Y/N. Of course I got worried, everyone knows how low your tolerance is.”

You laughed, the sound feeling foreign in your hollow chest. “Uh, thanks though. For last night.” He’d unwittingly come to your rescue and he’d taken you home without thinking twice about it.

“Don’t mention it. I’d kill anyone for you, you know that right?” You didn’t miss the intensity that flickered across his eyes. And it warmed something in your heart.

“Yeah, I know,” You murmured back, suddenly interested in the navy fabric of his bed cover.

“There’s something you should know though,” Jungkook continued, shifting uneasily.

“What?”

“I had to carry you out last night and Sunghoon was screaming a bunch of shit. Everyone kind of heard and now most of the campus thinks we’re dating. Or having sex. Or something.”

You cocked your head curiously at him. “So what’s the problem with that? We know we’re not.”

He blushed, eyes landing on everything in the room but your figure. “Uh – I – Never mind.”

“Just say it.”

“I... I just thought that maybe we could use that to our advantage,” He sputtered out.

“How?”

“Well, neither of us are looking for a relationship right now, and maybe we could use the rumour to get our exes off our backs?” He suggested, still not looking at you. “You don’t have to say yes right now, maybe think about it? And it would be nice to have people back off on me right now so maybe you could help me out with that?”

“You want me to be your personal cockblock?” The idea sounded ridiculous even to you. “Jungkook we’re in college, just tell people no if you don’t want to sleep with them.”

“No! No. I don’t mean it like that,” He responded, moving to plop down the bed beside you. “I meant, maybe we could just fake date for a while until we’re ready to go into new relationships? You don’t want to be with anyone right now, right?” He turned to you, expectant. You nodded because you actually didn’t want to enter anything new with how messy your recent relationship had become. “See, exactly. I don’t want a new relationship right now too. So, we could just use this rumour to make people think we’re together and take our time to recover from our fucked up exes and then move on to other people.”

“You don’t think that’s even a little bit strange?”

“We don’t have to actually do couple stuff or make out. We just have to spend more time together. Is that a bad thing?”

You thought about for a second because he was right. But at the same time, you didn’t want to enter some false relationship just because you couldn’t get your ex to leave you alone.

In the distance your phone pinged.

“Maybe. I’ll think about it,” You replied, getting up to grab the device. When you clicked it open, a string of messages from Sunghoon awaited you. Your throat instantly tightened, a lump forming that had your choking. With quivering fingers you clicked through your contacts to block his number.

“I’ve changed my mind,” You quietly said, catching Jungkook’s attention. “Let’s date.”

♡

The coffee singed your lip, still scalding hot. You ignored, pushing past the burn to swallow the contents of the cup that Jungkook had just placed before you. He was seated across from you, hair neatly styled in waves that contrasted greatly with the messy bed hair you’d had the privilege of seeing earlier. His face looked brighter after your conversation you’d had this morning and the warm glow that caressed his cheek added to the effect.

You still felt a little odd from last night and it didn’t he that you were currently wearing Jungkook’s shirt. The fabric was extremely soft against your skin. You knew he had a sensitivity for fabrics but for some reason that fact that you knew the shirt belonged to him made your skin prickle. He’d offered you his shower, a change of clothes and free coffee. Jungkook had always been generous when it came to you but something about this made you feel off.

“Is it okay?” He gently inquired.

“Yeah, it's fine.” The coffee tasted slightly worse than what you were used to. Working at the local campus café had made you coffee tastes persnickety. But it helped soothe the headache that had appeared as a result of last night’s shenanigans.

He smiled, rose lips curving warmly. “Still can’t compare to Y&Y?”

“I’m loyal to my people, Jeon,” You retorted, fingers toying with the white napkin that had accompanied the coffee. “So, what exactly are we going to do?” Maybe that was causing the unnecessary amount of nerves that were wrecking through your body. You’d landed in a situation that you never thought could happen and the uncertainty of its consequences was eating away at you.

“We don’t have to do anything in particular,” He responded, voice feathery as if he was afraid of saying something that would hurt you. “Maybe, just go out together sometimes. Alone. Are you okay with that?”

“We spend a shit ton of time together already, Jungkook,” You said pensively. “People are going to see right through it if we don’t do something romantic.”

“Maybe you could wear my sweaters? I mean you’re already wearing my clothes right now.”

You rolled your eyes. “What about grand gestures? Something sweet and sentimental that will surely knock your ‘‘girlfriend’’ off her feet?”

“I’m not buying you flowers - unless you want some,” He hastily responded.

“Do me a favor and by my food instead,” You replied nonchalantly, sparing a glance at the café doors as it tinkled open.

Your day was just about to get worse.

Jungkook didn’t notice you watching the girl that just came in, a sour look spoiling her beautiful features as her eyes shot all around the café as if she was looking for someone. When they landed on you, you hadn’t anticipated the glare of pure loathing that she gave you. You’d know Jiyeon briefly due to her relationship with your friend but she was always placated and sweet, you’d never seen this side of her and quite frankly you were terrified.

Jungkook kept on talking, still oblivious to the furious stomps of his ex as she made her way to your table in the corner. But he was quickly pulled from his thoughts when she grabbed at his shoulder, sharp nails digging into a shirt and surely making a mark on his skin.

“Hey, baby. I’ve been looking for you,” Her voice was saccharine sweet but it made you watch to gag. It seemed poisonous as it permeated the once calm air that was electrified with tense in her presence. “We need to talk,” Her eyes flickered in your direction, narrowed as if she was willing your existence out her vision.

“No. We don’t need to. We’ve spoken enough,” Jungkook responded, voice clipped as he pried her claws of his shoulder. “I told you to stop calling me that. We’re not together Jiyeon.”

“You’re leaving me to go sleep with that whore?” She sounded hysterical but you had no sympathy for her. Instead, you wanted to take the nearest sharp object and jab into her delirious skull.

“Who are you again?” You asked, voice blasé, eyebrows raised.

“His girlfriend, bitch.”

“Ex-girlfriend,” You calmly snipped back. “I’m his girlfriend now.” You relished in the way her skin flushed with rage, ignoring the smug look that Jungkook’s face had adopted as he gazed at you. For some reason acting like this was surprisingly easy.

“You’re sleeping with everyone in that squad. You’re not him, you’re just a slut that he’ll dump soon. Jungkook always comes back to me,” Her voice was rising by the second, capturing the attention of oblivious patrons. In your peripheral vision, you could see an employee and a manager whispering together as they watched your table with growing concern.

“Jiyeon, shut up. We’ve been over long enough and you need to get over it.”

You’d never heard Jungkook sound so harsh, and for a moment when her face crumpled in dejection, you felt pity for her. But when your eyes met, you could see the anger flaring within her and you could tell something unpleasant was about to happen.

The hand of an employee pulling her away and requesting her to leave halted those course of events in their path. But even as she marched away, her eyes stayed on you.

“I think I may need a bodyguard soon,” You commented.

“I’m your bodyguard now. If she touches you just tell me.” Jungkook seemed unfazed, fingers tapping away at his screen.

You looked towards the manager, who was still warily watching your table. “I think we should leave, Jeon.”

“Yeah. I have a study group to catch soon. Jin is asking everyone to come over tonight for dinner. You’ll come right?” His wide eyes were boring into your own, brown and bright as he awaited your response.

“Free food at Seokjin’s? How could I ever say no?”

♡

“So…” Jimin said, chopsticks picking at slices of pork. “Does anyone have an announcement to make?” You curiously watched him glance at Taehyung’s direction, eyes glittering with mischief. Taehyung, on the other hand, looked disinterested, more focused on stuffing food in his mouth but that quickly changed when you heard Jimin’s foot come in contact with Taehyung’s shin.

“What!” He snapped, catching the attention of everyone else at the table.

“I said,” Jimin reiterated, “Does anyone have an announcement to make.” His eyes wiggled suggestively at Taehyung who was looking beyond flabbergasted.

“If this is about Taehyung’s sex life, save it. I actually have an appetite for once and I want to enjoy my food,” Yoongi remarked, not looking up from his bowl.

“At least I have a sex life,” Taehyung retorted. “Did you even get the number of that girl yet hyung? Or does she still not know you exist?”

“Watch it before I shove my chopsticks down your throat,” Yoongi snipped back.

“This is getting off topic,” Jimin whined.

“What are you even talking about Jimin,” You questioned, motioning at Hobi to pass the bottle of soju that Jimin was hogging at his side.

“You know what I’m talking about. The person who’s meant to making an announcement is you.”

You froze, and so did Jungkook beside you, his usually bouncing legs coming to a startling standstill.

“What…What are you talking about?” Your voice sounded tiny even to your own ears.

“Ugh. I’ll do it for you. Jungkook and Y/N are dating.”

The cluttering of metal hitting bowls and chopsticks snapping at each other for the final cuts of meat came to an abrupt halt.

You mouth fell open as you searched for words to explain yourself. You pointedly didn’t look in Jungkook’s direction because it would immediately give you away. For a split second you wanted to laugh. Your friends actually believed that you and Jungkook were dating. Ridiculous.

“Actually,” You said, breaking the momentary cloud of silence that had befallen the group. “We’re-

“Yes, we’re dating,” Jungkook said, cutting you off. His hand came to gently rest on your knees, giving you a small squeeze. “It’s still pretty new so we wanted to keep it quiet for a bit.”

“Finally,” Namjoon remarked, starting to eat once more. “Glad to see you grew some balls and asked her out.”

What?

Hoseok must have noticed your shocked face because he gave you a mischievous wink. “Jungkook has been crushing on you since you first met, Y/N. Don’t be so surprised. We even made a bet to see how long it would take for him to ask you out. I lost because I guessed with the first year.”

What…

“And that means Taehyung owns me because I guessed by the third year,” Jimin proudly stated, jabbing his chopstick in the direction of Taehyung. “Pay up.”

“You should have waited one more year,” Yoongi muttered. “I would have won there.”

“Why are any of you making bets on a person?” Soekjin inquired, voicing the concerns that were ringing in your head. “Jimin focus on not getting an STI, please. I heard there’s an outbreak of pubic lice on the campus and I bet you already have it.”

“If I have it you have it too, hyung. I borrowed your underwear last week.”

“I’m going to poison your food next time,” Soekjin simply stated.

“Um…” It just fell out of your mouth. Nothing that just happened made any sense in your mind. They’d just accepted the idea of you and Jungkook dating, suggested that they’d predicted it and immediately moved on like it didn’t matter. You didn’t know how that made you feel.

Jungkook suddenly pulled you closer, mouth dropping down to your ear. “We have to pretend around them as well. Soekjin has a big mouth and it’ll all be to waste if word goes around that it’s fake,” He whispered, voice grazing against the skin of your neck. Your body involuntarily responded, drawing towards him as shivers trailed down your spine.

“Please. I have faith in both of you. Don’t become like Taehyung,” Namjoon pleaded. “Save it for the bedroom.”

You snapped away from Jungkook, body shivering from the sudden lack of heat that he had enclosed you in. Your eyes fell on the floor and you knew were ears were burning because of how warm your head felt. It didn’t help that you feel Jungkook’s gaze on you. You felt your gaze wandering to his hand clasped around your knee, acutely aware of the feeling of his touch. You tore your eyes away, trying to ignore the silence that had overtaken the group once more and the feeling of Jungkook on your skin.

Luckily Taehyung broke the trance you were slowly slipping under by saying, “All of you are just jealous that I have great sex.”

♡

University was utter hell. The workload was kicking you in the ass and it didn’t help that the members of your group project were slacking. So now you had to do all the group work as well as your regular homework. University kids were worse than high school kids when it came to group projects.

It had been a while since you last saw Jungkook. In fact, it’s been a while since you last saw anyone. You’d been copped inside your shared apartment with Hwasa, focusing on completing all the tasks that had been dumped on you. So you were pleasantly surprised when you bumped into you “boyfriend” as you were leaving the campus after a, particularly stressful quiz.

“You look like shit,” Jungkook snorted, easily fallen into step beside you. “When was the last time you slept?”

“What a nice way to greet your girlfriend,” You snapped back, trying to shuffle the pile of textbooks in your arm and carry your heavy backpack without breaking the laptop inside. “You’re one hell of a charmer.”

“Relax,” He replied, hands reaching out to grab the books from your hands. “But for real when was the last time you actually slept well?”

“I couldn’t answer that question even if I wanted too.”

“You need to take time for yourself, Y/N,” Jungkook muttered, concern colouring his voice. “Are you free this weekend?”

“Yeah,” You replied, “For once I am.”

“Great. You haven’t left your house in over a week so we’re going for a picnic date.”

You snorted. “A picnic date. Seriously.” “Is that not a cute date idea?” He hastily replied, a tremor of nervousness coloring his tone. “You don’t like it?”

“No, no. It’s really cute. I just didn’t expect that from you. I thought we were just doing simple dates at the café or something.”

“Oh. Would you rather do that instead?” He was looking at you, trying to decipher your reactions.

“It’s a bit much,” You muttered.

“A café date is fine,” Jungkook hurriedly continued. “We can meet at a café if that’s what you want.” But the idea of a picnic date was also extremely tempting, especially because you’d never gone on one before. By now you had exited the campus ground and were closing in on the turn you needed to take to get back to your apartment. You stopped, Jungkook stumbling behind you, and collected your books from him.

“Thanks for holding them. The picnic date is fine. Just text me the details and what I should bring. Got to keep up appearances, right? See you around!” You said. You had to leave now because you had a shift at the café later today and you needed to utilize whatever time you had in between to get your work done.

Jungkook watched you go, lower lip caught between his teeth and eyes forlorn. You had missed it but Jungkook had anticipated at least walking you home or something. He kicked at the ground, your figure disappearing around the corner before him.

“Yeah, see you.”

♡

“Are we really drinking sangrias in the middle of the park?” You asked, incredulously. You watched Jungkook pour out the drink into little plastic cups from a water bottle he’d stuffed into his backpack. Jungkook had only texted you the time and location for your picnic date but you still felt obliged to bring something, so your kimbap rolls sat next to the fried chicken Jungkook had brought along with various other foods. You were little bit surprised by Jungkook’s cooking abilities but he sheepishly admitted to only buying the fried chicken and then bribing Soekjin into cooking the rest for him.

“Stop asking questions and enjoy your free alcohol,” He retorted, handing you a cup.

You couldn’t help the laugh that slipped from your throat, the sound making Jungkook glance up. His eyes were shimmering behind the bangs obscuring his face a small grin on his face.

You took a sip from your drink, wine and brandy greeting your mouth like a warm hug, leaning forward to swipe the hair out of his eyes.

“You need a haircut Kooky.” Your fingertips grazed against his forehead, dragging themselves gently against the soft skin there. His eyes fluttered closed, leaning into your touch without hesitation. For a moment you admired him; the way his dark eyelashes brushed against his under eyes, the soft feeling of his brown hair against your touch, the way his skin had flushed when you’d touched him.

And then you deviously flicked a finger hard against his forehead.

“OW!” His yelp of pain was drowned out by your laughter, a surprised offended look clouded his brown eyes. “What was that for?”

“Bringing alcohol into a public non-drinking space,” You breezily responded.

“You’re drinking it!”

“I am. But I was offered so I’ve committed a lesser crime here.”

“You’re infuriating,” Jungkook commented, grabbing a cup for himself.

“And you love it,” You mindlessly commented, basking in the warm glow of the sun above you. The picnic date was a good idea after all.

“Yeah,” He muttered, mouth on his cup. “I do.”

The afternoon was spent eating and laughing. Jungkook was one of your favourite people to talk too for a reason, he always made you feel at ease and being around him was just comfortable. Time passed quicker than you thought it had and soon enough, the both of you had demolished the food you’d packed. Jungkook watched you drain the last droplets of sangria down your throat, a glazed look in his eyes.

You had flopped back onto the gingham picnic mat, a steady buzz thrumming in your veins from drinking half a bottle of sangria. His eyes were still on you as he followed your motions.

“What?” You asked.

“What do you mean?” Jungkook replied back innocently. You could hear the tremor in his voice, probably from ingesting just as much alcohol as you.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“It’s nothing. I’m just thinking.”

“About what?” You pushed.

He signed and rolled over, back against the earth and eyes skyward. “Do you remember the first time you fell in love?”

Your eyes widened at the question, mind digging through your memories to pull out an answer. “Yes. I do, why?”

“Do you remember what it felt like?”

You couldn’t help but smile, a memory of Jaemin resurfacing. Young love was something indescribable; every waking moment you spent with him was intense and full of passion and when you weren’t around him your heart ached with longing. “It was like,” You paused, recollecting your words. “It was like realizing that I there was someone else on earth that I would do anything for. I felt like I was learning how to give every part of myself away. I just wanted them happy and satisfied all the time – even if it brought me pain.”

There was pregnant silence after you spoke, the air between you filled with unsaid words you couldn’t decipher. Jungkook was eerily silent, his eyes glued to the sky above him.

“Have you ever fallen in love?” You asked, hoping to ease away the tense atmosphere between the two of you.

“Yes,” He croaked out.

“What was that like?”

He took a deep breath, air slipping past his rose-stained lips. The cool afternoon breeze blowing his hair away from his eyes so you could see the way they glimmered as he spoke. “I’ve never wanted the best for someone else so badly in my life. I’ve never thought about someone every moment of the day so much. I wake up thinking about her. I got to bed thinking about her. Even if – even if she doesn’t want me the way I want her I just need to be a part of her life. When we don’t see each other for too long I feel like I’m suffocating. When I do see her I feel like holding my breath in her presence. I’m so afraid of doing something wrong because I don’t know if I live without her.”

Your tongue was heavy in your mouth as you said. “So, why aren’t you with her? Why are you here with me?”

His eyes closed, a look of pain racking across his features. When he opened them again his gaze was empty, as if he had willed away the emotions he’d briefly spilled out to the world.

“I don’t think she loves me the way I love her.”

“So tell her,” You replied indignantly.

He shook his head. “It’s too late – I don’t think she’ll ever love me back.”

For some reason, you weren’t ever able to shake off what he said from that day on wards.

♡

Taehyung kept glancing at you from over the counter.

It was late in the afternoon and you had melted into the plush fabric of the couch of Namjoon’s shared apartment. You and Jungkook had been invited over for a mini study session and dinner. Your “boyfriend” was seated beside you and you had unconsciously thrown your legs over his, a laptop situated on your lap as you tried to type out an essay that just was not coming together. Taehyung’s looks were not helping your futile efforts, you couldn’t stop yourself from looking up every time you felt his eyes flickering between the two of you. Namjoon and Hoseok were working on a project beside Taehyung but at least their presence wasn’t infuriating because they were occupied with work. Taehyung, on the other hand, has made it his job to gaze at you as if your skin was peeling off your body. It was when he looked up for had to be the hundredth time that you whipped your head at him and snapped in irritation, “What do you want Taehyung?”

The man in question just smiled, a sly look glazing over his warm chestnut eyes. “Nothing.” But from the way it slipped from his mouth, you knew he was lying.

“Just say it. I’ve got work to do and you’re distracting me.”

“It’s really nothing. Ignore me. My mind is just wandering.”

“Hopefully not in the gutter,” Namjoon uttered, the glasses on his nose slipping forward as he gazed down at his laptop.

“We’ve discussed this before. If you want good sex then just go out there and get it,” Taehyung retorted.

“Hyung! Close your mouth. Some of us are busy,” Jungkook replied, voice irritated beside you.

“Fine. But let me ask something first. It’s what’s on my mind, Y/N,” Taehyung snapped back.

You sighed, cracking your tense knuckles as you stretched your arms out. “Go ahead.”

“How’s Jungkook in bed?”

You know during sit-coms when a character says something so absurd and out of place that everyone else is just left in shock as a record scratch plays in the background. Yeah, that was one of those moments.

“Hyung, shut up.” Jungkook’s body has tensed beside you, amplifying the shock that had reverberated through your chest. The two of you had obviously not had sex because this relationship was a fraud but they didn’t know that. And for some reason Namjoon and Hoseok were looking at the both of you expectantly while Taehyung just sat there, enjoying the mild flare of panic on your face.

“Um…” You searched the thin air for an answer. What were you even meant to say? It was great? He could do better? None of your business?

Jungkook was silent beside you, eyes avoiding your helpless gaze. But it also seemed as if he was holding his breath, the same apprehension and nervousness that you noticed last night in his room slithering between the two of you.

“Well I haven’t seen you limping yet,” Hoseok curiously commented, eliciting a choked sound of shock from you. “Have y’all fucked yet? Jungkook bangs his girls within the first week.”

“No, I don’t,” He indignantly replied, voice lilting upwards. The three men seated on the kitchen island exchanged a look that obviously meant Jungkook was lying. “Besides, she’s different,” He mumbled, the quiet statement causing a jolt of emotion to run through your chest.

“Ohhh, she is,” Taehyung replied, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“I will choke you to death,” Jungkook retorted eyes narrowed in irritation.

“Leave him alone Taehyung,” Namjoon commented, his attention back on the assignment before him. “It’s not like you and Irene had sex in the first month of dating.”

“Correct. It was on the first day.”

The amusement that overtook your heart as you watched the look of disgust settling on Namjoon’s face as Taehyung continued to ramble was short lived. Jungkook nudged at your arm, capturing your attention as he leaned closer.

“Spend the night in my room? Everyone thinks we’re saints.” His voice was calm and soft as it slipped over your shoulder and into your airs, causing a shiver to trail down your spine as your fingers curled up, a feeling of yearning blossoming in your veins. You wanted to run them through something, drag them against something, touch something.

“Yeah, sure.” Your voice came was fragile, his presence making something in your throat close up.

When he smiled you swear your heart did a back flip. Why? You had no idea. And if you did, you were not going to acknowledge it.

“Okay baby,” He said louder. This time you knew it wasn’t for your benefit but for the people surrounding you. This thing wasn’t real after all. And for some reason, whenever Jungkook was close to you, you kept on forgetting that.

The power Jungkook has over your body resurfaced like an ugly snake later that evening. After dinner, he’d taken you by the hand and led you away from your rowdy friends who kept throwing suggestive glances and eyebrow wiggles at you as you left. It worsened every time you looked at him as you walked towards his apartment, which wasn’t far from Namjoon’s. You thought Jungkook would tell you it was okay to leave once you were out of their sights but he kept a warm gently grip on your hand as you meandered into his familiar apartment.

He gave you the bathroom to change, chucking a large t-shirt at your head as he fumbled with the speakers. The music eased the awkward tension that had infiltrated the space between the two of you, only for it to reappear when you climb into his bed.

You pulled the sheets around your torso, forming a cocoon to calm your beating heart as you heard Jungkook strip his clothes off behind you.

When you felt the bed dip with his weight your throat closed up.

It was quiet at first, your sense overly aware of the gap Jungkook had left between the two of you. He was eerily still, the comforter moving softly with the rise and fall of his best behind you. Then something snapped inside him because he twisted around to face you, bare chest pressed against your back.

“I can’t sleep like that,” He murmured, soft voice permeating the moonlit air.

“Yeah. Neither can I,” You reassured him. Having Jungkook so near but feeling so far at the same time was making something ugly twist in your chest.

“Do you – do you mind if we cuddle?” He sounded hopeful, breath grazing the back on your neck.

Every nerve in your body was reacting; from the press of his bare skin against your own back as his chest rose and fell, to the feeling of his voice caressing your skin as he spoke. You wanted to wrap him around your body and never let go.

“No. I don’t mind,” You whispered into the night.

He sighed heavily, releasing a breath that you never knew he was holding, arms instantly pulling you into his chest as his arms came to rest atop your own. You felt your skin prickle with goosebumps as he nudged his head into the crook of your neck, a content sigh escaping his lips.

His fingers found themselves idly tracing patterns across your exposed arms. “Goodnight,” He whispered into the skin of your neck.

“Goodnight,” You replied, your heart constricted in your chest.

You didn’t sleep at all that night.

♡

The mid-term break was right around the corner. You weren’t the only happy person on campus. The air buzzed with excitement as people huddled in groups, planning where to go, which parties to attend, who they were going to try and sleep with.

It had been nearly a month since you and Jungkook had established your false relationship. You hadn’t seen Sunghoon since that night at his house and Jiyeon had vanished since the fiasco at the café. But maybe you had been ignoring the world due to the workload that had been dumped on you. This had been your busiest term so far but as the end drew closer you felt a deep sense of satisfaction because you had tried your best at everything you could do and your grades were reflecting that.

So when Jimin had mentioned that someone was throwing a party this weekend and asked if you were coming with Hwasa, you didn’t hesitate to say yes. You deserved to have a good night, free of deadlines and bullshit.

And you were going to go all out too.

Jimin had started you off with chased shit, weary eyes watching down everything in mere minutes. You hadn’t been aware of it but Jungkook was glaring at him the whole time which was why Jimin was pacing you. But at some point your overprotective boyfriend had disappeared into the night, leaving a very impressionable Jimin with a very persuasive you. This obviously resulted in two very intoxicated people egging each other to drink more.

Your streak of drinking was only interrupted when Namjoon pulled you away, a concerned look on his face. For a moment you thought it was about you and you already had an elaborate excuse on the tip of your tongue but you instantly swallowed it when he asked, “What’s wrong with Jungkook?”

“What? What do you mean? He was fine when we came here,” You replied, eyes flickering as you tried to pinpoint his location.

“He’s not here,” Namjoon sighed. “He’s in the living smoking – and he never smokes unless he’s going through shit. Did you guys have a fight?”

The shock must have been clearly painted on your face because Namjoon rolled his eyes and gestured to the direction of the living him, gently pushing your forward. “Whatever it is, sort it out. He gets into a weird place when he smokes weed.”

You nodded, feet acting on autopilot as the stumbled forward. You bypassing people who were devouring each other’s faces in the hallways, your fingers digging into your skin as you moved. Jungkook had seemed fine that night. He hadn’t acted out of character so what was bothering him?

Your eyes were attacked by a heavy cloud of smoke as you stepped into the living room, the smell of weed sinking into the fabric of your clothes instantly. You didn’t mind smoking but this was on a different level. Bongs were stationed in different corners of the room, groups of people huddled around them as they took turns with lighters. In some groups, people were passing joints around. They lay languidly, their eyes half-closed with a look of utter peacefulness and bliss on their faces, mouth upturned in lazy smiles. It didn’t take you long to find Jungkook, you just had to peer behind the curtain of smoke obscuring your vision to find a frowning young man, a burning blunt in his fingertips and a frown etched upon his face.

“Hey! What’s up?” The words felt clunky coming out of your mouth as you plopped down beside him.

The look he gave you made you feel like crawling away. His eyes had become crimson, half glazed and narrowed as he glanced at you.

“How much did you drink?” He responded, voice eerily monotone alongside the rhythmic beat emitting from the speakers.

“Not a lot,” You slurred out.

He sighed, balling up a rolling paper in the hand that was free of the joint. “Don’t you ever learn your lesson?”

“What are you talking about? Why do you look so down? Why are you smoking?”

He snorted. “What. Am I not a free adult who can you what they want? Why are you drinking when you know how fucked up you get when you do?”

You blinked. Jungkook had never spoken too you like that. Ever.

“What’s with the attitude?” You snapped, feeling the urge to clock him on the head hard.

“I’m just tired,” He replied, voice despondent.

“That’s not an excuse to be rude.”

“Just leave me alone. I don’t want to be around you right now.” He looked away, raising the smoldering joint to his chapped pink lips. He took a long drag, eyes fluttering closed as inhaled deeply. He kept the smoke in only letting his mouth gently fall open when he was satisfied. You watched with an open mouth, unable to formulate any words. Jungkook had never told you to ever just leave – you had known this boy for nearly four years, you had spent a night in his room and now he was telling you to just leave.

You got up abruptly, anger simmering in your veins. “I’ll leave. If that’s what you want,” You hissed out, stomping away from him.

With a mind clouded with anger, your receding figure did not notice the look of painful longing etched on his face. He tore his eyes away, another drag of smoke slipping into his lungs, his heart thrumming in agony against his ribs.

You found Jimin and Taehyung easily enough. Your mood had been ruined by the brief encounter with your supposed boyfriend and now you were just craving any source of alcohol to wash away the anger Jungkook had risen within you.

Maybe it was a bad idea to take so many shots but it didn’t matter to you at the time.

Making the ache in your heart dissipate mattered more.

♡

Jeon Jungkook never knew he could hate someone just as much as he loved them. There was something about her that just drew him closer all the time and yet she could never see what he felt for her. Not even in a fake relationship. So how was he ever going to come forward and tell you he’d fallen in love with you the moment he’d seen you smile? And he heart had become yours the first time he heard you laugh? Or that he would turn the world upside down just to make you happy?

And it wasn’t like he was unlucky when it came to girls. He had always had someone around, whether it be for a casual fuck or a shallow relationship. But never you. You were different. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t make you realize that he was here for you no matter what.

At this point, he didn’t know whether to give up at this point.

Jungkook sighed, mind slowly lifting from weed-induced haze that he’d sunken into. But his heart didn’t lift up, staying despondent in a cloud of melancholy.

Maybe it was better to just end this false thing no. It was hurting him more than he wanted to admit because even if you weren’t really his then at least he could pretend. But having something so near in your reach yet never being able to touch it was shattering his heart into shards.

Jungkook had left much earlier than he normally would have. Seeing your face was becoming more of a personal form of torture instead of eliciting the usual rush of delight he would feel whenever he was around you. He didn’t miss the curious glance Namjoon and Soekjin had shot in his reaction when he had stumbled towards the door but he couldn’t find the energy to care. He had no idea whether you were still there but he was lying to myself if he said he wasn’t worried. After finding you like that, with Sunghoon just holding you down – the conjured image itself was urging his fingers to curl up into fists – your safety was his first priority. You were his first priority. But he was hurting himself in the process and he doesn’t know whether it was worth it anymore.

He’d gone home, found a half-eaten pizza in the fridge and selected a playlist that had him sitting in silence, despondently chewing cold congealed pizza as he looking at the clock on the wall of his living room. It was already past one in the morning but he couldn’t stand going to bed. Not when he could remember the feeling on your body in his arms, the way his skin felt against yours, the joined heat of the two of you under the blankets.

He hadn’t been able to sleep that night.

A bang on his door behind him broke Jungkook from the ocean of thoughts he was drowning under. He shot up, dropping the pizza in its box, senses oddly alert from the weed slipping away from his system and meandered towards the door.

He never imagined he’d be opening the door to you.

You were a mess, makeup smudged and cheeks flushed with warmth. But the moment your eyes landed on him your eyes brightened up, making something blossom in his chest with ease.

“Jungkook~” You whined, body falling forward as your legs failed to cooperate. He caught you easily, noting the tepid warmth that radiated from your skin and sunk into his own.

“Y/N! What are you doing here? How did you get here? Who dropped you?” Jungkook’s voice sounded shrill even to his own ears but he couldn’t help it – panic had slipped in the moment he’d seen you dishevelled figure.

His questions flew right over your head - you were too preoccupied with pushing your way into his home - weakly head-butted his chest in order for him to move.

“Why did you leave so early?” You continued to whine, hands coming up to grasp at his shirt. “Why were you so mean to me?”

You didn’t expect Jungkook to grab your chin, gently tugging your head up has his concerned brown eyes searched your own. They were so pretty up close, shades of chocolate and chestnut intertwining in his irises. You wanted to fall into them and never come out.

“Y/N,” He said slowly, deep voice joining the crickets outside in an odd orchestra. “How. Did. You. Get. Here.”

“I walked,” You stated, blinking at him.

“You what? In this state? Jesus fuck! Do you ever think about the consequences of your actions?” He was yanking you inside, arms steading your drunken stumbles as he slammed the door behind your joined bodies. “I’m to kill all of them,” He murmured. “Did any see you leave? Jimin? Taehyung?”

You shook your head, the simple motion causing a maelstrom in your mind. “Their girlfriends came over. I missed you. So I walked here.”

Jungkook didn’t know whether to slam his head against a wall or to hold you and never let go.

He settled from pinching the bridge of his nose and taking in several, deep breathes. “You’re going to be the death of me, Y/N.”

You ignored him, moving towards the couch to find the pizza box. “Ohhh. Can I eat this?”

“You’re to get food poisoning, come here. Let me take care of you.” His hand found itself on your wrist, gently guiding you away from the box and into the kitchen. Jungkook may have allowed himself to eat that but he couldn’t do that to you.

Soon enough you found a cup of ramen placed before you, along with a bottle of water that Jungkook insisted you were going to finish right then and there. You ate obediently, feeling satisfied that you had all of his attention and that you getting food in the process.

You didn’t pick up on the searching glances Jungkook was giving you as he assessed you from head to toe, looking for any sign of bodily harm. He was driving him crazy to think that you walked to his apartment in the middle of the night, all alone. Something in his head was beating him up for not staying there – for not finding you and keeping you safe.

That was when the noticed the dark stain on your shirt.

“What’s that?” He slowly asked, trying to ease the tension from his voice.

“Oh,” You glanced down, “That was just Jimin. He spilled something on me.”

Jungkook was going to knock Jimin dead the next time he saw his hyung.

“You need to change. You can’t stay like that.” He was already moving before you could object, immediately returning with a black shirt of his. You gratefully accepted it, halting your eating in order to strip away the stained shirt you were currently wearing. In your current state of mind, you hadn’t thought about whether removing your shirt in front was Jungkook was a good idea. So he got a good flash of your lacy black bra before he had spun around, heart thumping in his chest.

You giggled when you noticed his turned back, rubbing the cotton fabric in against your fingertips. “It’s okay, turn around.”

He did so slowly, eyes still focused on the floor until they gradually moved upwards.

Jungkook never knew that someone could look so beautiful in a plain shirt and ruined makeup.

You looked like his, content from good food and still very drunk. And the shirt that was normally oversized on him was drowning your figure in fabric.

It hurt so much to know that was never going to be a reality for him.

“I’m tired,” You yawned, getting up to try and dump the utensils in the sink and trash the noodle package. Jungkook grabbed them both from you, eyes flickering to the clock that showed it had gone past two in the morning. He wasn’t letting you leave his house at this time.

“Yeah, we should sleep now,” He muttered, leading you towards the bedroom. You meandered inside, instantly heading towards the bed that you had grown increasingly familiar with over the past couple of weeks. You got in first, the sheets more comfortable than they had ever been. Jungkook watched you struggled with the blanket, frustrated noises slipping from your mouth that had his own curling upwards.

He acted on instinct, moving forward to take the blankets and gently tuck them around your figure until you were content.

“Thank you,” You slurred out, eyes already shut. “You’re the best when you aren’t being mean to me.”

Jungkook smiled, the motion more painful than joyous. He found himself leaning forward until his lips were softly pressed against your forehead. You sighed at the feeling, a lazy grin on your lips.

“Goodnight sweetheart,” Jungkook whispered, voice straining with sadness.

“Night Jeon. Love you.”

♡

You awoke with a jolt, senses instantly taking in the familiar furniture that you had been accustomed too. Jungkook was still sleeping beside you, chest rising and falling as the sun appeared behind his drawn curtains, bathing everything in a warm sepia glow.

You head was pounding, a clear indication you had taken too much last night. You couldn’t even remember how you’d ended up in Jungkook’s bed but your feet were strangely sore. At least it was Jungkook and not some random guy.

That’s when you noticed you were wearing his shirt.

You got out the bed slowly, trying not to alert him as you located your clothes. They were strewn across the floor, accompanying Jungkook’s own clothes. You were trying your best not to panic. There was no way anything happened between the two of you last night – you and Jungkook were best friends, there were no feelings involved. At all.

And yet you couldn’t even wake him up to say goodbye. Instead, you gathered your belongings, not bothering to change out his shirt and fled with your tails tucked between your legs.

The first thing you did upon your return home was to strip the shirt off and leave it on your bed.

Hwasa was not home yet when you dashed into your shared apartment, much to your happiness. You cleaned up quickly, trying to scrub off the thought of you and Jungkook off your mind just as you were scrubbing your skin clean of last night’s alcoholic mistakes.

For most of the day as you run around campus, attempting to finalise all the small things you needed for mid-term break. Most students were leaving today, heading home to enjoy a merited holiday but that was not on your mind. Your parents lived to far for you to travel back in the middle of the term so you usually staying on campus. But you still had to run some errands before the school officially closed for break.

You returned home to find his shirt still on the bed, its forlornness amplified by the dark colour of the shirt. Jungkook had always preferred simple hues in his clothes. You were tempted to shove it right to the back of your closet and pretend like last night never existed but you still couldn’t piece together the series of events that ended up with you at his house. The only one who would know would be Jungkook. And you had to apologise too, for running off without a single word. Jungkook hadn’t texted or called you to ask if you were alright and it hadn’t surprised you.

So you shoved it into a bad (after folding it neatly) and left your home, trying to hold your head high and failing indefinitely.

His door wasn’t locked when you tried to open it.

You warily stepped in, wide eyes flickering side to side as you searched for the owner of the apartment. Your mouth was already open, his name forming in your throat when you heard a yell from his bedroom door.

“Get out! You have no right to be here Jiyeon! We’ve talked about this – We’re over! What don’t you understand?”

You froze in your tracks, the sound of an infuriated Jungkook piercing your ears. You knew why a second later, your feet leading you towards the door. Her face appeared between the crack of the open door, tears streaking down her face.

“You can’t tell me you love her! Everyone saw you leave without her last night! That slut is probably sleeping with half your friends!”

“Don’t you dare call her a slut Jiyeon.” His voice was ice, cutting in the tense atmosphere in the room with its harshness. “Have you forgotten how you spread your legs for nearly half the track team?”

“That was a mistake!” She wailed. “I didn’t mean too. Babe, I miss you – I know you miss me too!”

“I wished I missed you, Jiyeon,” He snapped back, racking his fingers through his rumpled russet tresses. “It would make everything so much easier if I wasn’t in love with her – it really fucking would.” He sounded like he was holding back tears when he laughed but you couldn’t see his face. You’re not sure you wanted to see his face.

Jiyeon’s look with bewilderment replicated your own. Hers was quickly replaced with a look of dejection when he ordered her out of his house for the last time.

You got out before either of them noticed you were there the whole time, fingers trembling as you left the door slightly ajar behind you.

Your shaking hands dug through your bag to find your phone, dialing Hwasa’s number with unsteady jabs at your screen.

“Hey! Where-”

“I think Jungkook is in love with me,” You sputtered out.

There was a moment of silence as you wanted for Hwasa to process what you had said. Heck, you were still processing what you had heard earlier.

“Umm…” She uttered. “I mean you guys are dating, so I think he is meant to be in love with you?” She sounded as confused as your heartfelt.

“No – no. The thing between us was fake. I think Jungkook is actually really in love with me.”

“What! The dating thing was fake? Wait, why? Y/N what’s going on?”

You exhaled, jumping into the tale of what happened the night of Sunghoon’s party and how it resulted in your current predicament and how you had just realised that Jungkook had been in love with you the whole fucking time.

“How you manage to get yourself in shit-storms like this, I will never know,” She commented. “But we need to report Sunghoon! You should have told me! I had long nails last week, I would have clawed his face off.”

“The school wouldn’t have done much and you know that, Hwasa.”

“Then the police? Let’s go there.”

“I don’t have any signs of trauma or bodily harm. Sunghoon never got there, Jungkook – Jungkook stopped him before it happened.”

“Y/N,” Hwasa gently said, “You’re so shocked that Jungkook likes you that I’m starting to think that you like him back as well.”

You paused, a weird constricting feeling in your chest. “I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do. And in my opinion, you should just bang him, get him out of your system if you end up not wanting him.” “I can’t sleep with one of my closet friends,” You retorted.

“Yes, you can. You kissed Jaemin when you guys were only friends and you didn’t even know if he liked you back. Jungkook likes you and you know it. Plus you like him back. So what’s the problem here?”

“Well,” You sputtered, searching for some excuse but not finding any.

“Exactly,” Hwasa replied triumphantly. “Go give him his shit back and call me after you’ve at least kissed or something! I heard his dick is big.”

The dial tone hit your ear hard. You gazed at your phone, trying to think of another person to call so you can waste time before eventually going back to Jungkook’s. But he was the only other person you called frequently enough besides Hwasa, and she wasn’t going to pick up anytime soon.

So you recollected yourself and walked back. Your knuckles barely grazed the door when Jungkook ripped it open, agitation contorting his features. It immediately eased away when his gaze fell on you. However, the tense grip on his door handle did not disappear.

“Oh. It’s you.”

“Yeah, hey. I just came by to drop the shirt you gave me last night,” You replied, trying your best to ignore the tremor colouring your voice as you handed him the bag with his shirt. “Thank you for that.”

He took it, nodding without a single comment, feet already shuffling back so he could slam the door in your face.

“Wait!” You sputtered out, had shotting out to hold the door open. “Can I come in? Just for a moment. I want to talk.”

Jungkook regarded you with a wary gaze, stepping back so you can enter. “You can’t stay long though. I’m leaving tomorrow so I need to pack,” He mentioned, voice clipped.

The fact that he was going away so soon made your heart sink in ways you couldn’t explain. You walked in, eyes landing on everything but him. Your palms felt clammy to your touch, heart thumping harder against your chest with every passing second.

When you looked up, he was staring down at you expectantly.

Your mouth was dry, the words you wanted to say stuck in your throat. You cleared it, fingers fumbling with the hem of your jacket as you attempted to calm down your racing heart.

“Well? Are you going to say anything? I have things to do.”

You took in a shaky breath. This was the first time you’d ever been a position like this. Relationships were never hard for you. If you like a person you would tell them upfront. But with Jungkook you were so so afraid that you had misread the situation and by saying something you would have ruined a long-term friendship.

But you opened your mouth and said it anyways.

“I like you.”

The three words caused him to freeze, dark brows raised in shock.

“I-I don’t know if you like me back, but I feel like I should say it-”

“Do you mean it,” Jungkook quietly said, cutting you off.

“What do you mean?” You questioned, looking at him. Jungkook’s eyes were wide and dark with intensity.

“I mean, do you mean it. Do you really like me?”

“Yes, Jungkook. Why would I-”

His mouth was pressed against yours before you could even register him pulling you closer. You melted in his touch, mouth willing opening to let him in. You needed too. You wanted Jungkook to consume you wholely, take every part that you were willing to offer. And his did, drawing your lower lip between his with a sigh of content rumbling behind the chest you were holding onto you. His hands slipped around your waist, drawing you closer to him with a small tug. Sparks shot through your body as the feeling of his hands on your body, the nerves within you responding to him in ways they’d had never before for anyone else.

When you pulled apart, your lips were tingling. He rested his head against yours, cheeks flushed rouge and peach lips glistening. It just made you want to kiss him even more.

“I don’t think you know how badly I’ve wanted to do that,” He rasped out, dark eyes flickering between your lips and eyes.

“Do it one more time. Please.”

You drew him closer again, fingers dragging themselves against his scalp as your lips found one another once more, eliciting a groan from him. It was even better the second time, your mouths moving in unison as Jungkook drew out muffled moans from your own mouth. His tongue pressed against your own, his need to have you apparent in how he pulled you even closer to him. You gave away more of yourself, a new type of desire blooming in your body as you kissed Jungkook. It was harder to pull away this time, enough though you needed to breathe you found yourself coming back for pecks that quickly turned into passionate kisses.

Jungkook finally backed away, mouth open and hair ruined from your ministrations. “We’re going to have to stop before we do something we might regret.”

“I don’t want to stop. Do you?” You muttered, aware of you your underwear was drenched in slick right down. There was already a tight coil of desire in your core that was wound up. You hadn’t slept with anyone since Sunghoon and from what you felt earlier Jungkook was just as wound up as you were.

He paused, evaluating your face. “Are you sure?”

You pressed your body against him, the bulge in his pants pressing against your stomach. The feeling of him there made your legs tremble with want. “Absolutely.”

Jungkook hoisted you into the air without a second thought. You shrieked, hiding the smile on your face in his neck. Your legs naturally wrapped themselves around his waist, given his crotch the perfect amount of access to your dripping core.

He dropped you down on his bed with ease, falling right between your legs with a loud thump. You head had hit the bed too hard causing a soft cry from your lips.

“Did I hurt you?” He hurriedly asked.

You smiled, pulling his face closer to yours. “Yes. But you can fix it with a kiss.”

You felt the smile in his kiss when his lips touched yours and then you were lost in the sensation of having him like that. And the sounds he was making. You had never pinned yourself to like loud men but with every groan and whimper that Jungkook made, the wetter you became and the more you liked it. Until the feeling of emptiness was unbearable and you were bucking up at his elevated hips, searching for some form of relief. Why were you wearing jeans? Why was anyone wearing any clothes?

A rough grip landed on your hip, pressing it back down on the mattress. You whined, pulling away from Jungkook’s lips.

His eyes were blown out, dark with want but unforgiving as he said, “Wait. I want to eat you out first.”

He slid down, pausing to devour your neck, leaving a dark mark in wake of his lips before digging his fingertips into the waistband on your jeans. You helped him, yanking off the bottoms and your top with vigour and tossing them onto the floor. When you reached for your underwear, Jungkook stopped your hands, pushing them back onto the bed.

“Let me,” He whispered, voice husky. You swallowed, nodding as you watched him spread apart your pliant legs before dragging his wet tongue right down your clothed pussy. He slipped two fingers into the waist of your underwear, slowly dragging the fabric away. You didn’t know you could get any wetter than you already word, but when his eyes finally landed on your exposed pussy he muttered a soft “fuck” that had you drenched in an instant. His tongue was on your clit immediately, swirling patterns of figure eights across the sensitive bud before moving lower to map out every part of you with his mouth.

You found yourself bucking into his mouth, nails digging into his scalp as you whined with need. Jungkook revelled in your response, eagerly finding new places to slip his tongue into. He flicked it against your entrance, tensing the nerves around there before tentatively pressing his tongue inside you.

You groaned, legs falling wider apart to give him more space to devour you. Jungkook compiled, enthusiastic flicks against your pussy making your back arch against the mattress.

“F-fuck! Jungkook, ugh.” You had never been eaten out like this. Jungkook was tasting every part of you and from the hums in he was making he was enjoying it just as much as you were. You glanced down, finding Jungkook staring up at your face as his tongue formed whirlpools around your clit your glistening slick on his mouth.

His fingers joined a moment later, probing at your entrance until two of them easily slipped past your walls, replacing his tongue. The pushed forward, your pussy tight around them, curling up in order to reach the ball of nerves that would set you off. You were already building up towards the edge. You hadn’t had anyone touch you like this in a long time and you had to admit that Jungkook was good. So good that in a moment he had the pads of his fingers against something that had you panting into the air.

“Fuck, you look so gorgeous,” He groaned against your pussy lips. “So fucking beautiful with my mouth on your pussy and my fingers in you. You like this don’t you? Like having my dirty mouth on your pussy.” He pressed his tongue against the sensitive bud, causing a jolt to run through your body as the fingers inside you dragged against your walls. You could already feel them tightening, the tremors of your release thrumming in your legs.

“You want to cum don’t you? All over my mouth and my fingers,” Jungkook rasped, his fingers snapping into your pussy. He knew you were close and he was relishing in the way your body responded to him. You were losing it, unable of making coherent sentences apart of the occasional scream of his name when he was too rough with you.

Then he stopped, pulling his fingers from your pussy with a wet loud sound that had you snapping your head up to look at him again.

“Why – why did you stop?” You were so close, you just needed a little bit more and you would have disintegrated in his hands.

Jungkook grinned, leaning forward to press a kiss against your lips. It felt strange to taste yourself on his mouth but you didn’t mind it.

“I can’t let you come yet, Y/N. Do you know how many times I’ve thought of having you like this? There are many, many things I want to do tonight. Can be good for me and wait until I say you can?” Jungkook murmured against your mouth.

You nodded, gulping as he crawled back up the bed, fingers grazing your warm skin.

“Truth be told I could eat your pussy for hours. Days even. The sounds you make – fuck I love your mouth.” He was pulling you in for another kiss, the significant bulge of his right against your clit. You whined, the fabric of his jeans hurting you with every minuscule buck of his hips.

It took a couple of seconds for Jungkook to understand what you meant but when he did he kicked him them, leaving him in a pair of black boxes that failed to conceal the massive tent he was rocking behind the fabric.

You wanted to touch him, run your fingers along his length and make him feel as good as he was making you feel but before you could reach out and wrap your fingers around his cock, Jungkook was pulling them back, clasping your wrists in one large hand of his and pressing them into the sheets with force.

“Let me see all of you first,” He said, the other hand slipping behind your back to unhook your bra. Your breasts fell out of them, Jungkook easily catching them with his mouth. Your nipples had never been sensitive but the moment his mouth touched the skin there nerves connected and sparked, sending signals of desire right down to your pussy.

“Fuck, f-f-uck! Jungkook! Fuck please put your fingers in me.”

“Beg.”

“Jungkook, please, please. Need your fingers inside, need anything, Fuck please.”

“So fucking eloquent with words,” He hissed, two fingers slipping back down to pump themselves in you. You arched into them, driving your hips down so he could faster into, they twisted with your movements, coaxing another rise out of you were every lick against your nipples alongside the feeling of his fingers flexing inside you.

Just as you drew closer he pulled them away again, leaving your frustrated, walls clenching desperately around the air. But you immediately forgot about it when Jungkook looked at you with utter want, lips swollen from working up every part of your body.

“Want to ride my face?”

It took a little bit of cooperation and with your legs already weak from being so close two times and then cruelly denied you had a bit of trouble making them function. But then you were descending down on Jungkook’s mouth, his arms holding your hips up. He pressed a kiss against your pussy lips, spreading them apart with an expert drag of his tongue that had you leaning forward, stomach caving in as you tried to hold back the orgasm that was threatening to tip you over.

“Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. I could stay here all day. You taste so fucking good on my tongue.”

“I’ll taste even better when you let me cum.”

He chuckled, the sound vibrating right into your core. “Is that what you want baby?”

You began to nod, only to throw your head back with Jungkook’s lips found themselves around your clit once more. Your chest heaved with each short lungful of air as you tried to keep yourself upright and not sit down directly onto his face. Wave after wave of tremors that shot through your legs from your core was making it hard for you. You could already feel it peaking, a blazing white heat burning in your core as you fists the bed sheets beside you in an attempt to draw it away.

“Come baby girl. Come all over my face.”

You didn’t need another command, a shudder wreaking havoc through your body as you released yourself onto his tongue. Jungkook lapped it up, moaning into your pussy as he took one hand to his pants, palming himself through the thin fabric.

“Fuck,” You heaved out, heart beating out of your chest.

“Are you okay with another one?” He muttered as you slipped away from his head, thighs still feeling like putty at the smallest movement. The fact that Jungkook wanted to drag another orgasm out of your tired body was mind blowing.

“G-give me a moment.”

Jungkook did, a satisfied smirk on his face as you collapsed beside him. Your eyes had fluttered closed unwillingly but snapped right back open when you a felt a press of a kiss against your forehead.

Why did that feel familiar?

His hands were trailing patterns against your skin, guiding themselves down to your still drenched pussy slowly. You savoured the feeling of him against your skin, allowing yourself to enjoy it because finally after yearning for it Jungkook was yours.

“Can I fuck you now?”

You nodded into the comforter, legs spreading open. You didn’t miss the small smile Jungkook sported, before climbing above your body to flip you around so that you were face to face.

He moved to tug off his underwear, a spot of precum staining the front of the fabric but you stopped him, fingers grasping the band of the material.

“Let me,” You said, mimicking his earlier words. Jungkook rolled his eyes at you, but his still glimmered with want.

His cock sprung free from the confinements of the fabric, red and hard with need, slapping against the cotton fabric of the shirt he was still wearing. Which you were not happy about.

“Why are you wearing that?” You tugged at the hem of his shirt until he pulled it off, revealing a set of chiselled abs that made your inside walls clench with longing. His cock slapped against the bare skin of his stomach, beads of cum pooling from his flushed tip. You bit your lips, a motion Jungkook didn’t miss.

“You can suck me off later, right now I really want to fuck you.”

“I’m waiting,” You replied, running your fingers against the curves of his muscles. The flexed underneath your touch; your fingers felt like live wires because that movement sent a spiral of heat to your core.

“I have condoms in the drawer let me-”

“We don’t need them. I’m clean and I’m on the pill. Are you?” Jungkook eagerly nodded, cock twitching at the thought of being buried inside you with no barrier.

He grabbed his length, idly running his hand against it. You moved your legs wider apart, watching as Jungkook hoisted you up, his cock in line with you. The sensation of his head teasing your wet entrance had your inner muscles clenching in anticipation. He was fairly big and you knew you could get a nice deep stretch from it but your idea of what you expected paled in comparison to the feeling of him pushing right into you with one swift stroke.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” He groaned against your neck, giving you another deep thrust until his hip was pressed right against your own. You couldn’t say anything, silent whimpers leaving your mouth as you adjusted to the feeling of him against your walls. You felt the need to flex them, the motion prompting a mumbled moan from Jungkook as he held still, waiting for you to grow comfortable.

You rocked your own hips against him, the motion allowing this cock to slip even deeper into you. Jungkook snapped right back, hitting the coil of pleasure that had resurfaced the moment he’d entered inside you.

“Move, Jungkook, please move.”

He did exactly want you wanted, hips snapped forward with sharp precise thrusts, driving his cock into you with every motion. You groaned when you felt the tip of his shaft hit the bundle of nerves he’d found earlier, your own hips snapped up to meet his, the sound of skin hitting skin permeating the air around you.

“God, fuck! You’re so fucking tight. So fucking wet. Shit u-uh.” He moved faster, harder, beads of sweat forming on his skin as he fucked you into the mattress, the bed moving with every thrust of his hips.

You threw your head back, lost in the pleasure he was pulling from your body, an inferno of heat already pooling at your core.

His aim was already becoming sloppy, his need for release clear when you felt his cock twitch against your walls. You just needed a little bit more, just once more thrust against your –

“F-f-fuck! Jungkook! Ugh, fuck there, there, there. Yes! Shit – right there!”

His hips drove forward, as he pulled your legs up to get deeper. The simple action gave him direct access to where you needed him most and in seconds you were falling apart around his length. Your moans were honey to his ears and making it harder for him to stay together and fuck you through your orgasm. You could barely utter a word, mouth open with only soft broken ahs falling from your throat. Several more wild thrusts into you and Jungkook came to a halt. You could feel him shudder as he coated your walls with his cum, pants colouring the bruised skin on your neck, with every twitch of his cock against your walls.

You lay there for a moment, catching your breath, until Jungkook slipped his cock out, a wet plop coming from the shift. He collapsed beside you, hair sticking to his forehead with sweat and his chest expanding and caving in, glimmering in the late afternoon sunlight.

He glanced at you, a content smile on his face and shifted so that he could pull you closer against his wet chest.

“Ew, you’re sweaty,” You whined.

“So are you, sweetheart,” He snorted back, breath cooling your drenched neck.

“We need to talk though,” You continued. You hadn’t intended for things to escalate so quickly but it wasn’t like you had objected to it either.

“Later,” Jungkook said, slinging an arm over your waist.

“Don’t you have to shower or something? Are you still packing to leave?” You hadn’t forgotten that Jungkook was leaving tomorrow and it was still bothering you at the back on your mind.

“To where?” He sounded confused.

“Home – for the break. You said you were going.”

“Are you going home?”

“No, my parents are too far away.”

“Then I’m not going home,” Jungkook simply stated.

“What?”

“I don’t need to go home right now. Home is where ever you are, Y/N. Plus we have a lot of things to make up for.”

You blushed, a warm feeling budding in your chest. “Like what?”

“I pretty sure you own me a blowjob. And a proper date.”

Outtakes:

“Wait what? I walked here?”

Jungkook sleepily nodded into your skin.