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when worlds collide || series || jjk || 05

☾ summary: since your mother's passing a year ago, life has been a whirlwind. balancing your passion for ballet with a low-key presence at college, where you’re the top student, was your norm until Jungkook stepped into your world. known for his reputation preceding him, jungkook is the talk of the campus with his casual rendezvous that have the girls buzzing. despite his allure, you're puzzled by his need for your tutoring prowess, especially given his own academic merit. yet, succumbing to his persistent requests, you reluctantly agree, only to find yourself thrust into the spotlight you've always avoided.

☾ pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

☾ rating: 18+ minors do not interact.

☾ w.c: 8,6k

☾ genre: angst, smut, slice of life, strangers to lovers, college au, fuckboy jk, inexperienced/virgin reader.

☾ warnings: mentions of death, grief, explicit language, mature content

☾ author's note: keep in mind that this is all fiction and there's no connection to reality here. some details, traits and personalities may deviate from real life! also, english is not my first language so im sorry in advance for any grammar and spelling mistakes. I'll be honest, this part was the hardest to write so far. first, because I got sick, and then because of a creative block. sometimes, even with planning, the story takes its own pace, and things spiral out of control, and that's exactly what happened. i love it when you guys comment and give me feedback on what you've been thinking about the story, so please, don't stop doing that. i hope you enjoy it, and the next part will come out more quickly.

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"That's why I don't like anyone getting close, so I don't run the risk of any idiot like you making a fool out of me by lying to me like that," you exclaimed, closing the subject, and without waiting for any response from him, you walked ahead, still without a precisely defined path of where you were going. You just really wanted to get out of there.

You stepped onto your bus, your mind spinning to make sense of everything that had happened in the last twenty minutes. An uncontrollable lump formed in your throat. You wished to understand if lying to you was truly an effective approach. Were you really that complicated? No, you weren't. You had even made friends in recent days without anyone having to lie to you. Especially not with such a poorly planned lie that could easily be uncovered. And it was. Your heart ached because you loved spending time with Jungkook and were almost falling for his bogus story. My God, how stupid you felt.

You leaned your head back when you felt your eyes welling up enough for tears to stubbornly fall down your face, but you had too many reasons to cry, and Jeon Jungkook wouldn't be one of them, not at all.

Your phone vibrated in your bag, and you immediately thought it might be Jungkook trying to message you and reach out, but to your surprise, it was a number you didn't recognize. You cleared your throat and answered.

"Hello?" you said softly, and the unfamiliar, gentle voice on the other end pronounced your first and last name to confirm if it was you, the owner of the phone line. "Yes, it's me."

"You left your resume here at our office, and I was wondering if you had availability for an interview."

Your heart raced, and your lips curved into a smile.

"Of course, I do."

"Great. Are you available tomorrow at 2 p.m.?" the friendly woman asked.

"Yes."

"Alright then. I'll be expecting you tomorrow."

You hung up without a very warm goodbye, quite formal, and you felt happy amidst the chaos and the mix of emotions that Jungkook had made you feel. You sighed and thought positively; you were going to get the internship.

You arrived home and checked your phone, feeling a bit disappointed that there were absolutely no messages from Jungkook. Not that you would respond if there were, because you wouldn't. But it was undeniable that you felt frustrated for not having any. You wished he cared a little more.

In the late afternoon, you waited for Khai at the front door because Mina's mother had picked up your brother and the girl from school. You thanked the woman and entered the house, carrying your brother's backpack.

"I hate Mina," he grumbled, and you laughed, closing the door.

"Cut it out, Khai," you scolded, placing the backpack in the corner.

Your brother sat on the couch, arms crossed and a sour expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" you asked, looking at him.

"Nothing," he grimaced, "I mean, nothing specific, she's just really annoying."

"Why?" You raised an eyebrow, and he stared back at you.

"She doesn't like to play anything I like, and always wants to play with dolls, and I find that boring."

You chuckled, and Khai gave you a dirty look, as if reproaching you for finding humor in the situation.

"Well, everyone has their own preferences, right? She probably finds you boring for not playing with her dolls," you replied, and your brother shrugged. "There's a phase in life when boys and girls hate each other, but it passes."

"I'll never be friends with girls!" Khai grumbled again, "Maybe only when I'm your age. Like you and Jungkook."

You grimaced at the mention of his name. You felt like saying "We're not friends" or "I hate Jungkook too" or even better, "That lying piece of shit." But you only said:

"Yeah, maybe."

You shrugged, hoping that everything you felt at that moment would be brushed aside.

You arrived at your ballet class and stretched at the barre as usual, going over the choreography for the summer performance, which still seemed far off but still required rehearsal and effort. You had to repeat some steps and cursed yourself for it. Not even dancing could make your thoughts organized. Damn Jungk—

"Hello, earth to Y/N," Harmony snapped, looking at you with furrowed brows, a serious expression of displeasure. Other girls in the room were also looking at you. "What's wrong with you today?"

"Nothing," you replied quickly.

"Hmph," she grumbled, with a stiff expression, turning back to the other students. You definitely hated seeing Harmony with that expression.

"I'm sorry," you said softly, your voice coming out as a whisper.

"Pay attention," she replied without looking at you. You nodded nonetheless and continued to follow the class as you always did.

The rest of the exercises had been okay, compared to your mediocre performance for the rest of the day. You needed to focus, but sometimes you just didn't want to think about something, and suddenly it was all you could think about.

You sat on the floor, your torso bent over your thighs, hands grabbing your pointe shoe, feeling all the muscles in the back of your thighs stretching. The pain was good, if such a thing existed. You breathed steadily as you waited for the thirty seconds of stretching to pass, and when the time was up, the class was dismissed. You rushed for the exit, not wanting to face Harmony and any sermon you thought she might give you, but it didn't happen; she didn't call your attention individually. However, the one who loudly pronounced your name as you left the ballet room was Hoseok. You sighed; he wasn't someone you wanted to face at that moment. Not after the confusion in Friday's class.

"Hey," you said, smiling awkwardly, cheeks flushed.

"You've been avoiding lately," he joked, and you forced a light laugh. You didn't want to interact; you just wanted to get out of there.

"Yeah, seems like I have," you said in a tone of self-pity that you didn't intend. Hobi smiled, running his hand through his slightly faded blue hair.

"What happened on Friday?" he asked with concern. You sighed.

"Long story."

"Is it about that guy you brought?" he asked, casually.

"Uh," you hesitated, "Sort of, but I don't want to talk about him, Hobi," you wrinkled your nose, and he narrowed his eyes, as if wanting to know what that meant.

"Okay," he raised his hands, "I won't force you, but your expression seems like it was serious."

"Just a lot of disappointment," you said slowly, "Anyway, let's forget about it. It's not a big deal," you said, trying to sound unconcerned, but you were a terrible liar. Unlike Jungkook, apparently.

"I understand," Hobi said with a sweet smile, trying to seem understanding, "But you're amazing and you'll find someone better."

You grimaced.

"Is that your way of consoling?" you laughed.

"Hey, I'm trying!" he defended himself.

"Thanks, but maybe you should think of a better impactful phrase."

You chuckled, and he did too, then Hobi shook his head.

"Whatever, I just want you to come to one of my classes for real, and without bringing any boy, just you."

"Good idea, if my dear cousin wasn't taking your class," you said with disdain, and Hobi widened his eyes.

"Who's your cousin?"

"Minji."

"Yeah, I don't know who that is," he laughed, "Should I?"

"Well, actually, the whole mess on Friday was her fault," you began, with your big mouth and oversharing. Damn it.

"What do you mean?"

"One day I'll tell you," you said firmly.

Hoseok rolled his eyes, clearly unhappy with your response.

"Okay, but know that you're coming to my class on Friday."

"I know."

That evening, when you got home after your shower, you grabbed your phone and noticed three missed calls from Jungkook and a text message apologizing. Your heart raced, and you felt your cheeks flush, but you didn't reply. As much as you wanted to, and as much as your fingers had started typing a response to him, you just deleted it.

It had been almost a month and a half since you last spoke to Jungkook. There were a few failed attempts by him to approach you on campus, and the last one was thwarted by one of the girls in your class who practically shouted for you to hear loud and clear, "Watch out, Jungkook, she'll steal your soul." You rolled your eyes, impatiently leaving his sight and that of everyone else present. You weren't making much effort to be friendly, especially with your hectic schedule. Fortunately, your grandmother had moved in, making the routine a little easier, and Khai easier to deal with too. They both always kept you company. You had an internship a few times a week after classes, ballet, therapy, and on some weekends, you hung out with Hobi, Vanessa, Jin, and Yeonju. Even though you didn't have a deep friendship with them and mostly just went out for drinks and such, you enjoyed it. It was a good distraction and friendships you felt comfortable with.

Jungkook sometimes felt like a dream or a strange reverie. It was uncomfortable to look at him and feel a kind of anguish, a question in the air of what could have been, but at the same time, you didn't think anything good could have come out of it. At least now, you didn't need to think too much about what people would say if anyone saw you together, kissing, or anything like that. You didn't need to worry about avoiding gossip. Things seemed calmer in that sense. But you hated admitting that you missed him. You missed the smell of his hair, always impeccable, or the scent of his hoodie, always smelling of fabric softener, or the way he kissed you slowly and sometimes made it feel like there were only the two of you in that space.

Yeah, maybe you were foolish to miss him like this.

You were having an especially tough week. Khai was going through a phase where he was picky about food, and nothing seemed to satisfy him, which irritated you. You hated it when he acted like a spoiled child. Your grandmother sometimes complained too much, and your father and she argued about trivial things, like you and Khai going to therapy. Your boss sometimes seemed to love and hate you at the same time, but especially this week, she seemed to hate you. Jacque was a snobby French woman who was especially friendly with the male interns and intimidating with the female ones. At least that's what you and the other female intern thought. Her name was Riko, and she was a very outgoing Japanese girl with a septum piercing and tattoos. She was talkative and sociable, and she managed to make the office atmosphere and interactions with Jacque a bit smoother.

"Oh, I get it!" Riko suddenly exclaimed, her eyes fixed on the computer screen. "We should go out for drinks, just the two of us."

"I don't know, I'm tired," you grimaced. The routine was draining all your desire to do anything other than bury yourself in your pillows and sleep.

"Don't be boring," Riko said, tossing her long black hair back.

"I'm not being boring, it's just that this week has been terrible," you whined.

"That's exactly why. We deserve it!" Riko said in an overly excited tone that annoyed you a little. "There's a party at my university..."

"Oh no," you muttered, closing your eyes.

"What do you have against university parties, huh?" she nudged you, and you looked at her, rolling your eyes.

"Nothing, just..." You involuntarily grimaced, "I don't know, Riko." You stood up abruptly, gathering some stacked documents from the left corner of your desk.

"Come on, it'll be fun!" she said with pleading eyes, pouting.

Fun, she said. But something about how drunk Riko already was within the first twenty minutes of arriving at the party warned you that this idea was terrible. She was laughing excessively, and it was only the first shot. Hair falling over her face and body leaning backward.

"Gyuhwan's great, but his dick..." she gestured, measuring a small distance between her thumb and forefinger, "...too small," and burst into laughter. You forced a smile; it was the third time she'd said that in a short period. How was she already so drunk?

"Riko, let's just get something to eat," you said, taking her hand and trying to lift her up, but she remained seated and giggling.

"You know, I'm a slut, but I think I'm a little in love with Gyuhwan," Riko slurred. Gyuhwan was one of the interns who was in his final year of college. He had his charm, always charismatic and proactive, and you knew Riko and he had gone out last weekend, and now she was getting into the juicy details. Not that you wanted to know. "Let's message him?" she smiled in a somewhat childish manner, her eyes sparkling as she reached for her phone. You took it from her hand, and Riko pouted in protest.

"Let's, please, find something for you to eat," you said, irritated. "Did you eat before coming?" You were already concerned about the state of the girl, and by now, you swore you'd never go to another party with her. Fuck the moment you agreed.

Riko laughed, and you finally managed to pull her up, but she staggered a bit, her voice low as she repeated the same thing about Gyuhwan and his small size dick. This had to be a nightmare. You went to the kitchen, where there were some potato chips on the counter. You sat Riko in a chair and grabbed the large bowl, placing it in front of her.

"Eat," you said firmly, and she nodded. "I'm not kidding, Riko."

"You're no fun," she said, reaching out to grab an open beer from the counter, but you stopped her. "Hey."

"Riko, please..." ��

Riko gave you a dirty look but ate the chips. It was unbelievable that she was in such a state of drunkenness; you had taken a shot of vodka, a vodka you had bought at the convenience store because Riko said she didn't want the nasty drinks at a university party. The bottle was sealed, and you drank it too, and it was fine. Maybe her tolerance was lower.

"I want to go home," you murmured, and Riko looked at you.

"We just got here," she grumbled, nibbling on a small piece of the potato.

"And you're already like this," you complained, arms crossed and leaning on the counter.

"Sorry, I..." Riko spoke softly, "I think I'm gonna puke."

And it all happened quickly. She leaned forward, and you stepped back as she vomited on the kitchen floor, attracting the attention of some people who looked disgusted at the scene. You could only open your mouth in surprise, and she didn't look at you, just threw her head back, forehead slightly sweaty, and face completely red. Holy shit, what a mess.

"Are you okay?" you asked, trying not to look at the mess she had made, but your disgusted expression was undeniable. The girl shook her head negatively. The vomit had no color, it just looked like water with some gross bits of potatoes. You stepped behind her and in a somewhat clumsy move, tied her hair into a ponytail. "Let's get some fresh air," you said, holding onto your colleague. You were torn between cleaning the floor and helping her, but she needed help right now.

You supported her to the kitchen door that led to the backyard, the cold air blowing on your face. Maybe this would do Riko good. You sighed, once again, in a mixture of frustration, irritation, and uncertainty about what to do.

"Can I confess something to you?" she spoke, her eyes swollen and her hands resting on the balcony railing, "I shouldn't be drinking because of medication I'm taking," she chuckled awkwardly and took a deep breath, struggling to maintain her balance before sitting down in the corner.

"What medication?" you asked, pondering so that your voice didn't betray all the irritation you were feeling.

"For weight loss," she whispered.

What an irresponsible girl. You were very angry. You huffed while Riko leaned her head against the balcony fence. You couldn't even say anything; you just wanted to leave.

"Let'take an Uber, and I'll take you home, and then I'll go to mine," you said, disheartened, and she didn't react.

You reached for your phone in the back pocket of your jeans and rolled your eyes when you remembered it was dead. "Where's your phone? Mine's out of battery."

"I don't have Uber," she said slowly, and you sighed in irritation. You'd have to walk to catch a taxi. Riko was staggering, and you were holding her, and even though she had a slender body, she was still heavy because she was tall. A bit shorter than you, but still tall.

"Are you okay?" a male voice said behind you. Your face turned, and you observed a tall guy with blond hair and a concerned look. He maintained a calm demeanor.

"Yeah, we're fine," you replied quickly.

"I saw what happened in the kitchen..." he began.

"Sorry about that," you said, forcing a weak smile, but you didn't want to dwell on the subject.

"I live here with some friends, if you need anything."

"We're already leaving," you said, and he nodded in agreement.

"Do you have a car?" he asked, and you shook your head. He took a hand out of his jacket pocket, gesturing. "Sorry, I didn't even introduce myself. I'm Kim Namjoon."

"Hi, Kim Namjoon, I'm Y/N, and this is Riko. Thanks for your concern," you said kindly. But the truth was, you were out of patience, and the sooner you got home, the better.

"Are you taking an Uber?" The boy frowned. He seemed genuinely worried and watched you try to lift Riko unsuccessfully because she was on the ground, mumbling with her eyes closed, making zero effort to help you.

"No, we're walking to catch a taxi," you said, trying to get her to put her arm around your shoulder to support her, but she wasn't cooperating.

"I have a car, and I haven't been drinking today. If you want, I can help you," Namjoon said calmly, his voice deep. You looked at him.

"Thank you, but I'll pass. I don't think it's a good idea to get into a stranger's car with a drunk girl next to me."

He chuckled, and you noticed the dimples in his cheeks. He didn't seem like a psychopath, did he?

"But you just described what a taxi or an Uber is," he said playfully.

You sighed, frustrated that Riko remained in her previous position, not bothering to participate in the conversation, just staring into space with a tired expression. You knew you'd never go out with her again.

"At least the app has information about the drivers," you said, looking at him, now completely giving up on lifting the girl.

"Do you want my ID? I can give it to you," he smiled, feeling the pockets of his jeans and pulling out his wallet, handing you his ID. You chuckled, unable to help it, and then held the ID, looking without paying much attention to what you saw. The name matched; he had a birthday on September 12, two years older than you. You handed the document back to him. "Take a picture and send it to a friend so they know who the murderer is, just in case."

"Okay," you said finally. It was either that or leaving Riko alone to find a charging outlet for her phone or walking with her stumbling to find a taxi. Namjoon seemed trustworthy. He smiled and crouched down, speaking to Riko that he would take her home. He positioned her arms around his neck and lifted her up, carrying her. She smiled at him and whispered that he was handsome, leaving him a bit embarrassed. You rolled your eyes and Namjoon led you through the garage entrance of the house.

The garage held a black car, and all the noise from the party seemed muffled. Namjoon instructed you to grab the keys from the back pocket of his jeans, and you did, unlocking the car and opening it. He placed Riko in the backseat, where she lazily lay down, while you sat in the front. She handed you her phone, which had her address written in the notes, and quickly drifted off to sleep as you inputted the address into the GPS. You weren't sure if letting a guy you barely knew drive you was a good idea, but he seemed well-intentioned.

As you drove, you engaged in conversation and learned that Namjoon was studying medicine and enjoyed making music as a hobby and extracurricular activity. You asked how he managed everything with such a demanding degree, and he smiled, "I need an escape, right? It's either this or drinking every day of the week."

He was friendly and had a good sense of humor, making it easy to talk to him during the ride. You kept checking on Riko to ensure she was okay and breathing, or hadn't vomited.

"How long have you been friends?" he asked.

"We've known each other for less than a month," you chuckled softly, and he laughed.

"A month?" he widened his eyes. "I guess that seals a strong bond."

Or not. Because you were never going out with her again. You let out a weak laugh.

"Yeah, I guess so," you replied, not wanting to sound unpleasant, but you were upset about the whole situation.

Riko's house wasn't far from yours. She lived alone, and when you arrived at her apartment building, Namjoon helped you carry her out of the car. She stood up, her face drowsy, and hugged you tightly.

"Thanks for taking care of me," she said, arms wrapped around your waist. You forced a smile and patted her shoulder twice.

"No problem," you grumbled, "Need help getting to your apartment?"

Riko shook her head, but the way she walked to the lobby told you she did need help. You hurried to do so, helping her take off her shoes, get into bed, and even placing a glass of water on the bedside table. You covered her up, and she thanked you again as you left, planning to walk home. But to your surprise, Namjoon was still parked outside the apartment building. You walked over to the car, which had the windows rolled down.

"Thanks for everything," you said, clearing your throat, "I can manage from here."

"Don't be silly, I'll take you home," he said, and you pondered for a few seconds, once again questioning whether you should let a stranger take you home.

"No, I live a few blocks from here, I don't want to bother you."

"It's no bother at all," he smiled.

"It's just that my dad is coming to pick me up. I called him from Riko's phone," you lied, and Namjoon nodded.

"Can I at least get your number?" he asked, and you chuckled softly, agreeing.

You stared at your reflection in the mirror while trying to fix your hair into a bun. Your dark circles were more pronounced that morning, your skin lacking its usual glow, and your lips more chapped due to the cold weather. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't keep the rebellious strands in place, even though you were used to doing buns for ballet classes. Your hair simply wasn't cooperating.

"Argh," you exclaimed in frustration, letting your hair fall. It cascaded down your shoulders, voluminous and completely disheveled. You rubbed your hands on your face and took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "Okay, let's try again," you muttered to yourself. You grabbed the comb and ran it through your hair, attempting to align the strands, which wasn't as frustrating as before. With patience, you twisted the strands into a bun, and just as you were about to secure it, Khai barged into the bathroom, pushing the door with force. You startled, releasing the hair strands, which unraveled once again. "Khai!" you shouted, and he laughed, finding amusement in your scare. You looked at him disapprovingly.

"We're running late," he said, leaning on the doorknob.

"I know," you replied grumpily, jaw clenched and eyes fixed on the mess that was your hair, trying, once again, to tie it into a ponytail in any way possible.

"Hurry up," Khai said, amused.

"If you leave, maybe I can," you replied curtly. You didn't like speaking to Khai like that, but you were irritated. The boy seemed to understand and simply exited the bathroom. You made a poorly done ponytail, but it would do, as your patience and time were running out. You wouldn't even bother with makeup; just a lip oil was good enough. You sighed, frustrated with your appearance that morning but with no motivation to do much about it. The sweatshirt, at least, was new, and the jeans hugged your body well. It wasn't your best day, but it was okay. You stared at your reflection one last time before passing through the bathroom door, exiting into your room, and grabbing your phone. You went down the stairs, and Khai was looking at you, sitting on the couch and playing on the iPad.

"Let's go," you said, grabbing your backpack and slipping on your sneakers.

You dropped off your little brother at school and headed to the college campus, with your earphones on full blast and a book in hand. You weren't actually reading that book, mainly because it was in Chinese, and you didn't understand Chinese. You had picked it up by mistake at the library. But pretending to read was good to appear focused on something other than your surroundings.

Without much thought, you headed to the cafeteria. You needed an extra dose of caffeine that morning.

"Power off," you heard the earphones abruptly turn off. Damn it, now you had to pretend you were listening to music because your AirPods ran out of battery, in addition to pretending to read. You sighed, closed the book, and put it in your bag. Your turn in line was approaching, and you needed your hands free. You crossed your arms, and the chatter of people talking was overpowering the barrier of the turned-off earphones stuffed in your ears.

"One large coffee, please," you ordered. As you finished the payment and picked up your order, you turned around, your eyes caught Jungkook a few people behind you in line, chatting with Jimin and Taehyung about something he seemed to stop listening to when you locked eyes. It happened infrequently, but you always exchanged glances for a few seconds until you looked away and moved out of sight or turned your back. But this time, it was he who stopped looking at you, as he was interrupted by two girls who appeared out of nowhere, joining the conversation. One of them, the one in the pink blouse, leaned on his shoulder, and he smiled. You knew that smile was somewhat forced because, generally, when Jungkook genuinely smiled, his eyes crinkled at the corners. And they weren't.

You shook your head, refocusing on your coffee and what needed to be done that morning. Then, heading towards the classroom, you took a big sip of your coffee. With caffeine coursing through your veins, you could feel a bit more energized to carry on the day.

"You should go," Hobi said, crossing his arms as he watched you tie the bow of the ballet flat around your ankle, and you sighed.

"Maybe, but I'm not sure if I want to yet," you said dismissively.

"And why not, huh?" he questioned, in a curious tone, "Still because of that guy from your class?"

"No," you grimaced. "It's just that I don't know what his expectations are and if I'm capable of meeting them, you know?" You finished adjusting the ballet flat and stood up.

"But do you know at least what his expectations are?" your friend asked, raising an eyebrow. You shook your head. "So..."

He was right. Namjoon had asked you out, something about seeing a university baseball game. You weren't a big fan of baseball, but it didn't seem like a terrible idea to do something different, and he seemed like a nice guy. But was he looking for a girlfriend? Or was it just a test? What would accepting his invitation mean?

"And then I need a red outfit because it's his college team's color."

Hobi chuckled.

"So I guess you're almost accepting the invitation," he said.

"Maybe I should accept, but..."

"You overthink," he interrupted you. "Seriously, you overthink things that you should just go with. You don't need to be in this indecision, it's just..." He paused and gestured in the air. "a date." He said as if it were obvious.

You paused and sighed. "Alright, Hobi. You're right. I'll go."

That ballet class wasn't easy. The spring performance was approaching, and you were working hard. That meant your feet were killing you, more sore than they had been in a long time. Some wounds were open, especially on the sides of your foot and your heel, and the back of your thigh was cramping. The final stretching was more painful than usual, and you were feeling particularly whiny that day. After class, you walked over to Harmony.

"Is there any day I can come here and train a bit more?" you asked in a low tone as she studied you thoughtfully. "I'm not happy with my performance."

"I think your performance is satisfactory," she replied, leaning against the bar and looking at you. "But you need to clear your mind a bit. You're always stressed, overthinking."

You let out a frustrated sigh. "I've heard that already today."

"Yeah," Harmony said after a long pause. "On Sundays, a team comes in to do a general cleaning of the studio, but I can lend you the key now and then, alright? Just don't let anyone know. Not Hoseok."

You smiled and nodded, grateful for Harmony's understanding. You knew she didn't usually grant such freedom to her students, but having a deceased mother seemed to make her more willing to give you that privilege from time to time. She wanted to help, and she did so generously.

You had put effort into that date with Namjoon. You painted your nails red, bought a red skirt, spent a good amount of time getting ready, and felt a bit nervous in a considerably good way. He was tall, handsome, intelligent, and seemed really nice.

"Is this a date, then?" you asked as the car stopped at a signal. It took a bit of courage for you to say that. He glanced at you quickly and gave a little smile.

"I don't know, would you like it to be?" Namjoon furrowed his brow.

"I don't know," you replied softly, and he chuckled, "I mean, I'm not very good at this sort of thing, and I don't know what you're expecting exactly."

"I don't know what I'm expecting exactly either," he replied, focusing back on driving. His eyes concentrated on the road as the lights illuminated his face. "But maybe we can figure it out." You nodded, and there was a brief pause. "We'll go to the game and have fun. If we want to kiss each other at the end, okay, if not, that's fine too, or if we just want to be friends, that's also okay. It doesn't have to be a big deal."

You smiled, and a wave of relief washed over you. The fact that you still harbored some feelings for someone else made you wary, but at the same time, you wanted to see what could happen when you went out with someone as nice as Namjoon. After all, your old feelings meant nothing anymore because all that confusion with Jungkook had ended some time ago, and you shouldn't feel that way anymore.

Okay, you did overthink things a lot. You should just let things happen. Stop overthinking. Maybe just stop overthinking just for tonight.

Namjoon parked the car somewhere on his college campus. There were plenty of parked cars, a good number of people wearing red, and some wearing blue, like the opposing team's supporters. Namjoon's college campus was just as large as yours, but the buildings were smaller, with a darker paint job and a more antique appearance.

"Want something to eat?" he asked as they approached the area with some food stalls, and you nodded. While Namjoon put on a red cap and lined up, you stood beside him, watching the people passing by, excited about the game. Some had colors painted on their cheeks, huge cups of beer, bottles of soju, and university shirts. That's when your eyes were drawn to a blue hoodie, from the opposing team, and, to your surprise, you knew that hoodie very well.

"Oh my God," you murmured to yourself, your eyes slightly lost in the crowd, not focusing on any specific point. Namjoon stared at you, looking in the same direction with wide eyes and parted lips, but he found nothing.

"What's wrong?" you heard him ask, "Is everything okay?"

You remained in a trance for a few more seconds before blinking several times and looking at his face.

"Can I tell you something funny?"

"What?" he seemed confused.

"The opposing team is my university," you whispered, and Namjoon stared at you, taking some time to process.

"What?" he repeated, and you bit your lower lip a bit nervous with the information.

"Yeah," you chuckled nervously.

"And you didn't know they were playing today?"

"No. And you didn't know the game was against my university?"

"No."

You looked at each other for a second and then burst out laughing. It was absurd.

"I don't like baseball," he told you quietly, "But you said you played soccer in high school the day we met, and I thought you liked sports, and I knew there was going to be this game, but I didn't know with whom, and I just wanted to impress you."

"Well, I guess you could say that impressed me," you laughed, "But honestly? I don't like baseball either." You confessed softly, and he laughed, shaking his head.

"And you didn't know your university's team was playing today?" he asked with a smile.

"No."

Come to think of it, you should have known because there were some posters at the college, and you could now remember some conversations between classes about the sports season starting, but it's not like you were super involved in that kind of extracurricular activity. On the contrary. With your schedule being quite busy lately, still trying to adjust to the internship and everything else, you really didn't pay much attention to it. And even though you played soccer during your high school days, you were never really a keen sports enthusiast.

With a kamdja tok in one hand and a beer in the other, the two of you made your way to the field where the game was starting. You met two of Namjoon's friends, Yoo-jin, a short guy with shaved hair and a dad-like sense of humor, but very friendly and charismatic, and Leo, a bespectacled guy, about Namjoon's height, who mostly remained quiet, making some remarks about the game that you didn't understand at all, but nodded along and pretended to agree.

"Who are you rooting for?" Namjoon asked quietly, close to your ear, and you chuckled, taking the last sip of your beer.

"For your university," you said, pointing to your clothes in red colors.

"Isn't that a bit of betrayal on your part?" he asked, grimacing.

"I guess so. But I'm already invested."

You both laughed and turned your attention back to what was happening on the field. The game was balanced, 1-1 for each team. But to be honest, that game wasn't holding your attention much either, and from what you could tell, not Namjoon's either. He was fidgeting, constantly shifting in his seat, glancing over at you, trying to start conversations unrelated to the game. His eyes hardly ever focused on the field.

"Wanna get out of here?" you asked when he looked at you again, his eyes narrowing, probably questioning the nature of your statement. "I mean, you seem kind of bored."

Namjoon chuckled and nodded. "I am."

"So?"

In one fluid motion, he stood up and reached out his arm to you, which you took, getting up as well.

"Let's grab some food," he announced to his friends and intertwined his fingers with yours, pulling you away from the stands, farther and farther from there. You descended some stairs until you reached the back of the field, where some people were chatting in groups.

"Thanks for saving me from that boredom," he rolled his eyes, "I didn't understand anything, and I know these games drag on for too long."

You laughed and agreed. "I could tell by your restlessness."

Namjoon seemed like he was about to say something, but a voice from behind you interrupted.

"No way," you heard a feminine voice speak behind you, and you turned, your eyes landing on Jessica, wearing a short white skirt and a university sweatshirt, her hair tied up in blue ribbons. Damn, this couldn't be happening. "You got confused about the colors you were supposed to wear?" she mocked, and you rolled your eyes.

"Hi to you too, Jessica."

"You came to the game wearing the colors of the opposing team?" she questioned with a smirk on her lips.

"She came to accompany me and didn't know they were playing against your college," Namjoon explained for you. Not that he needed to, or you wanted to provide any explanation to Jessica.

"Oh, I see," she shrugged, "She seems to live under a rock." The comment was mean-spirited and sounded exactly like that. Namjoon shot you a look, and you shrugged, just wanting to ignore that girl's existence.

"Haha, you're funny, Jessica," you said, running your hand along Namjoon's arm. "Nice chatting, but we're heading out." You pulled Namjoon away to the opposite side.

"But already?" she asked, and Namjoon frowned, somewhat confused by the whole conversation and the weird atmosphere, which you yourself weren't fully understanding. "Look, Jungkook, your friend is here."

You stood still, closing your eyes tightly and taking a deep breath because this was exactly what you didn't need at that moment. Even though you had turned away from Jessica, you found yourself facing her again as Jungkook approached, emerging from between the parked cars with two beers in hand, wearing a cap with the university emblem. Behind him, you saw Jimin, Taehyung, and a girl you recognized from the day you saw that group at the cafeteria. Jungkook's eyes scanned you and then Namjoon from head to toe, and you felt as if his gaze was burning into you. Namjoon even straightened up, puffing out his chest, clearly sensing how awkward the situation was.

Oh God, you wanted to disappear.

"Hey," he said in a low, almost inaudible tone.

"Hi," you simply replied.

A silence hung for a few seconds, uncomfortable amidst the crowd of people who seemed to judge and analyze how strange the interaction was.

"I think you got the colors mixed up," you heard someone say, and it was Taehyung. His tone was playful, as if he were trying to lighten the bizarre atmosphere.

"Yeah, seems like it," you said, with a forced smile.

"She's just on a date with the rival team," Jessica added, taking the beer from Jungkook's hand and taking a sip.

"Yeah, really?" Taehyung asked, chuckling, while Jungkook continued to gaze in your direction, his expression unreadable.

"I think you look good in red," the girl whose name you didn't know said. She flashed a smile and adjusted her bangs that fell perfectly across her face. Her demeanor made you involuntarily smile in relief.

"Thank you," you said, pausing for a moment.

"Elle," she said with a smile.

"Thank you, Elle," you added.

"I'm Namjoon, by the way," he said, looking around at the people there as if that would ease the tension.

"Ah, of course," Jessica said in an affected tone, placing her hand over her chest in a totally exaggerated gesture. "How rude of us. I'm Jessica, and these are Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin."

The boys nodded in a distant greeting, and Namjoon did the same. You whispered a "sorry about that" to him, and he smiled at you, as if silently accepting the apology.

"Alright, let's go then," you say, turning your face to Namjoon, who looks at you and nods. His hand slides to yours, intertwining his fingers with yours.

"Where are you guys going?" Jungkook asks, his eyes narrowing as he looks at him, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue, his gaze fixed on your intertwined hands with Namjoon.

"Not sure yet, but this game is pretty boring," he replied, chuckling softly.

"Tell me about it," Jimin said for the first time, "I hate baseball, it's your fault I'm here," he points to Taehyung and Jungkook, "I could be at home doing something better."

"Like what?" Taehyung asks, putting his arm around Jimin's shoulders, "Nothing would be better than my company."

Jimin shrugged off his friend's arm, and they began exchanging playful jabs in a banter you had no interest in deciphering, you just wanted out. Once again, you waved goodbye to the group, taking advantage of Jimin and Taehyung diverting everyone's attention to themselves, and pulled Namjoon away. You didn't exactly know where you were leading him, but he followed along, and after they had distanced themselves enough, he stopped.

"Where are you taking me?" he asked between laughs.

"Good question," you quipped, coming to a halt.

"Your friends are... interesting," he remarked.

"They're not my friends," you wrinkled your nose, and Namjoon smiled knowingly.

"Yeah, got that vibe."

"Sorry, it was weird."

"It was," he nodded, "But Jungkook?"

"What about him?" you replied immediately, feeling your face flush. You didn't want to get into this, but you knew it was bound to happen after everything that went down. Namjoon was sharp.

"He seemed... curious about us."

"Really?" you said, feigning curiosity, but you had felt his eyes on you both.

"Yeah. Which made me wonder if maybe you two already..." He trailed off, prompting you to make a face you wished you hadn't, but it was inevitable, which made Namjoon smile, a knowing smile, as if he already knew the answer before asking.

"Look, it was nothing," you hurried to say, "We just..." you sighed, "I can't even explain it, I just know there's nothing there."

"He seems to like you."

"He doesn't."

He seemed to analyze your expression for a few seconds, and you kept your face relaxed, eyes locked on his. He curved his lips into a smile, revealing the dimples in his cheeks.

"Alright then," he shrugged.

"Let's just do something else?" you suggested with pleading eyes, eager to get out of there.

"What, for example?" Namjoon grinned.

"I don't know, you're the campus expert."

He chuckled and shook his head. "Alright, as long as it's not baseball-related, let's see what we can do for fun."

"Agreed!" you beamed, and you walked side by side towards his car, feeling the cool spring night air brushing against your cheeks. The noise of the campus and the game began to fade as the distance to your destination shortened.

Entering the car with the music playing, Namjoon drove for a few minutes until you were out of the campus, with hopes of finding something exciting for the night. Several university bars were bustling with activity, and you chose one with an atmosphere of students, lights illuminating the outside area, and white tables with colorful seats drawing attention to the various colors on the central wall, which was not very common there. Namjoon opted not to drink, as he was driving and had already had a beer, and you settled for a drink with a mix of green apple juice and soju.

You stayed chatting for a good while, enjoying each other's company as the night unfolded. You ate, lost track of time, and found yourself engrossed in conversation about the time your parents made you join a sport for discipline's sake, and you chose soccer despite feeling that ballet, which you were doing at the time, was more aligned with your interests. However, your parents considered ballet old-fashioned and merely a hobby that wouldn't lead you anywhere. Your soccer stint didn't last long because you weren't particularly skilled at it, but you grew to appreciate the sport. Namjoon, on the other hand, expressed his disdain for anything related to sports, leading to a discussion about your ill-fated decision to attend a baseball game together. It turned out both of you were trying to impress each other, which you found amusing.

At the end of the night, Namjoon drove you home. You weren't sure what to make of everything; it had exceeded your expectations, but to determine where things might lead, a second date might be necessary. As the car pulled up to your house, neither of you seemed to know what to do next. You shared a brief moment of silence, exchanging glances, but neither made a move. He simply smiled and wished you a good night, to which you replied that you had a great time.

You were leaving ballet after a tiring day, craving something to eat because the only proper meal you'd had was breakfast. Exhausted, feet aching, and with a strong desire to quit ballet due to the mounting pressure leading up to the performance, you sometimes wished you could just walk away from it all. College, exams, and your internship were all proving challenging, and you longed for more time in bed doing nothing.

Your sneakers felt tight, and you limped as you hurried to a convenience store for a quick bite. You decided to eat there rather than wait until you got home, it would take too long. Opening the Uber app, you checked the fare for a ride home. It wasn't far, but you couldn't bear to walk any farther. Deciding the price was reasonable, you grabbed a cup of ramen, heated it in the store's microwave, and dined at one of the tables. You rushed through everything, mirroring your recent pace for everything else.

Opening the Uber app again, just before ordering a ride, someone sat down across from you. Your eyes shot up, heart racing, hand flying to your chest in shock.

"What the fuck?" you blurted out loudly, drawing glances from some people around, then blushing as you realized the attention you'd garnered.

"Didn't mean to startle you," Jungkook said softly, glancing around. "I'm sorry."

You stared at him, eyes narrowed, swallowing hard and clenching your jaw.

"What do you want?" you asked sharply. He softened his gaze, seeming cautious about what he'd say next.

"Just... talk to you," he replied softly, his face slightly downturned.

"About what?"

"I think... er... about us.”

"There's nothing to discuss about that."

"Damn, can you stop talking like that?" he said, moistening his lips, his gaze disarmingly soft, making you regret your harshness.

"I'm talking normally," you said, softening your tone slightly.

"No, you're not."

"I really don't know what you want to talk about, Jungkook. And I need to leave."

"Do you have another date tonight?" he said, eyes a bit ironic.

"Not tonight," you shrugged.

"Tomorrow?"

"Urgh, stop it," you sighed impatiently. "Spit it out."

He opened his mouth to speak but hesitated. Taking a deep breath, he tried again, but faltered once more.

"Forget it, it was dumb of me to come talk to you," he shook his head, starting to rise. You didn't want him to leave, yet you weren't sure you wanted to talk to him either.

"No," you reached for his hand, stopping him. His eyes flickered to your hand on top of his, then back to yours as he sat back down. "Just say what you want." You said softly and gently. Jungkook looked at you, adjusting the hood covering his head.

"I kind of miss you," he whispered.

Hearing that was like a punch to the gut, leaving you stunned, staring at him for a few seconds without a proper reaction. You felt he was being sincere, and he had never said he missed you or shown any signs of missing you before. And, truth be told, you kind of missed him too.

"I know you must still be upset with me, about the whole grades thing and all," he muttered, "And I think I deserve it."

"You do," you agreed, and he sighed.

"It's because I know I deserve it that I didn't come to talk to you earlier because you're right. I was an idiot, I'm not exactly sure why I did it, but I'm just sorry and wanted to apologize."

"It's okay," you said softly, locking eyes with him. "I hate being lied to, Jungkook, and knowing you lied about something so stupid that could easily be found out made me doubt that you're such a good student."

He chuckled weakly. His hand was still on top of yours, and he turned it underneath, letting the palm of his hand touch yours while his thumb stroked the back of your hand. The gesture made you glance down at your hands and want to pull away, but you didn't, because deep down, you missed his touch.

"I know, I've thought about it a lot," he murmured.

"But forgiving you doesn't mean anything," your tone was firm, and he raised an eyebrow.

"I know it doesn't." Jungkook and you stared at each other for a few seconds, a quiet understanding passing between you two. "Especially because you're dating some hottie from another college."

You made a scoffing sound, withdrawing your hand from his and shaking your head.

"I'm not dating anyone."

"You walk around holding hands with your friends?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I don't owe you an explanation," you furrowed your brows and crossed your arms too, leaning back in your chair. He licked his lips and looked away.

"Fine," he simply replied.

"Are you jealous?"

"Of you?" Jungkook spoke, with a somewhat ironic tone. "No."

The air of superiority in his response irritated you a bit, but you just shrugged it off.

"Fine then," you said, with a hint of exasperation.

Once again, the silence seemed almost tangible, like a third person sitting at the table with you. You sighed in frustration, and Jungkook looked away. You gathered up the packaging from your food to throw it away.

"I'm leaving," you announced as you stood up. Jungkook said nothing, staying in his seat as you walked over to the trash bin nearby.

"Are you limping?" he observed, furrowing his brow.

"Yeah."

"What happened?"

"Just ballet stuff," you replied tersely.

He nodded in understanding as you adjusted your shoes with your feet.

"Can you manage the walk home?" His concern was palpable, mingling with the unresolved emotions lingering between you.

"I'll call an Uber.”

"Okay, good luck," Jungkook murmured.

They locked eyes for a few more moments, a lingering discomfort hanging between them. But his gaze was always enigmatic, and in that moment, you couldn't decipher the depths of his thoughts. You blinked several times, attempting to shift the dynamic, hoping for some further response from him, but none came. So, you let out a heavy sigh.

"I kind of miss you too, Jungkook."

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Left Your Mark

Hobi x Reader

Summary: You accidentally leave marks on Hobi’s back, so he returns the favor. A slight part 2 to this drabble, but it can also be read on its own.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: +18 mdni, smut, unprotected sex(don’t do this pls) soft dom-ish Hobi, marking, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to @ygwa for requesting this! I hope you like it!

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It was still early when Hobi woke, pale blue light just beginning to seep through the curtain of his bedroom. Sleepily, he glanced over to his left, a small smile stretching across his face as he took in your sleeping form, curled tightly against his side, your head resting on his bare chest.

Careful not to disturb you, he detangled himself from you and slipped out of bed, a plan already beginning to form in his mind to surprise you with breakfast in bed.

As he made his way to the bathroom to wash up, he became aware of a faint stinging sensation on his back. Curious, he clicked on the light and turned around to examine his back in the mirror, his mouth forming a small ‘o’ in surprise before shifting into a smirk as he caught sight of his reflection.

The normally smooth expanse of his back was littered with bright red and pink lines, a vivid reminder of your activities from the night before.

A soft gasp from behind him though pulled him from his thoughts.

He looked up to see you standing in the bathroom doorway, dressed in his oversized t-shirt, also staring at his reflection in the mirror.

“Hey Honey, did I wake you?” He asked lightly.

You didn’t answer, coming over instead to inspect the marks that stretched across his skin, your expression unreadable as your fingers lightly traced over them.

“Like your handiwork?” He asked with a smirk, making you retract your hand, your face flushing in embarrassment.

“Sorry.” You said in a small voice.

Hobi turned to look at you properly, confused. “Why are you apologizing?”

“Because I hurt you.” You said, looking down.

“You didn’t hurt me, baby. To be honest,” He said, lowering his voice. “I like them. They show how good I made you feel.”

You didn’t respond, staring down at your feet shyly as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt.

He caught your hands in his own. “Look-”

He pulled you to him, guiding your arms to wrap around his torso, your hands coming to rest over the stripes along his shoulder blades.

“Look how perfectly we fit together.” He breathed in your ear, shivering from sensitivity as your fingers ghosted over the marks.

You could see the way his hands rested so naturally on your hips, pulling you closer, the way your face peeked over his shoulder as he dipped down, leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses along your neck, making your eyes darken as you stared at the two of you in the mirror.

You lost focus though when you felt him nip at the underside of your jaw, letting out a quiet gasp as he licked over the spot before sucking lightly.

“Hobi.” You whined.

“I gotta mark you up too, baby, so we match.” He cooed, his voice dropping as he added. “Need everybody to know who you belong to.”

You squeezed your thighs together, feeling a spark of arousal ignite deep in your belly at his words.

Your movements didn’t go unnoticed by him, smirking against your neck as he spoke again.

“Do you like that?” He said lowly. “You like me calling you mine?”

You whined again, pressing your face against his shoulder to hide your darkening cheeks, but he was having none of it, pulling back to catch your chin, tipping your face up to meet his gaze. “Words, Sweetheart. Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“I-I like it.” You stammered, your brain already starting to go foggy from his touch. “Like being yours.”

He broke into a wide smile, finding your flustered state absolutely adorable, capturing your lips as he pulled you tight against him.

“My sweet baby” He breathed in between each kiss. “Mine.”

His hands slipped down over the swell of your ass, smirking against your lips as he realized you were wearing anything under your(his) shirt.

He spun the two of you around so that you were now pinned between the counter and Hobi, letting out a moan as he ground against you, his growing length straining against his shorts.

You let out a squeak of surprise as he suddenly gripped your thighs, boosting you up onto the counter with surprising ease.

His lips latched onto your neck again, taking his sweet time as he trailed little kisses and bites along your skin, mumbling praises under his breath as he pushed your shirt up.

“You’re so beautiful.“ He said, almost more to himself than anything else, diving down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth, making you let out a moan, your hips twitching forward in response to grind against him, the friction of your cunt against the material of his boxers giving you a tiny bit of relief, but not nearly enough.

“Feel so good, baby.” He gripped your hip tightly, returning the action by rocking his hips into yours. “Keep making those pretty sounds for me.“

He loved how responsive you were, how needy you got, your moans coming out higher as you lightly tugged on his hair while his hands stroked your thighs.

“Hobi, need you,” You gasped. “Please.“

Hearing the desperation in your voice, his patience finally left him, drawing back just enough to free his aching length from his shorts, pre-cum already leaking from the tip.

He pushed your legs further apart, giving himself plenty of room to work as he fisted his cock a few times, staring down at your gleaming cunt before teasing the red tip through your slick folds, making you clench around nothing.

“You ready?” He asked breathlessly.

You nodded eagerly.

Your breath caught in your throat as he slowly pushed into your pulsing heat, the initial stretch still making your head spin despite having had him inside you just the night before.

When he bottomed out, he paused, watching your face closely as you both adjusted, waiting for you to give him a signal before beginning to move, keeping his strokes slow and deep at first as you relaxed around him.

“You feel so damn good, Angel, take me so well.” He groaned. “Like you were made for me.“

He dipped back down to claim your lips again, panting into your mouth as he pushed into you over and over, the sounds of your bodies colliding echoing off the walls of the bathroom.

Picking up his pace, Hobi re-angled his thrusts, precisely hitting the spot inside you that made your eyes roll back in your head with pleasure.

You wrapped your legs tightly around his hips, nails clawing at his back as you clung to him desperately, eliciting a low growl from Hobi.

“Fuck, Angel, I can feel you squeezing me so tight.“ He groaned, speeding up thrusts even more, making you start to tense up as you felt your orgasm rapidly approaching.

“Hobi,” You whined. “ ‘m close.”

“Hold on just a little longer for me, Baby, I'm almost there.“ He panted, his strokes growing sloppier and more frantic, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he chased his release.

You tried desperately to focus as he asked you, fighting against the rising tidal wave in your body, until you felt his teeth scrape against your skin as he latched onto your neck again.

Unable to hold back any longer, your vision went white as you came with a choked cry of his name, practically gushing around his cock.

Feeling you clench and spasm around him triggered Hobi’s own release almost instantly, his hips snapping forward harshly before stuttering to a halt with a deep groan, spilling his seed deep inside your twitching heat.

Hobi slumped against you as you both slowly came down, able to feel each other's racing heartbeats as they gradually slowed.

After a few moments, he drew back, staring down at you softly, taking in your dazed expression, marks blooming across your skin.

“You’re so beautiful.” He breathed.

“So are you.” You replied, smiling at him tiredly.

Careful not to overstimulate you, he pulled out slowly, groaning as a trail of his release slowly leaked out of you.

“We need to get cleaned up.” He chuckled. “You know, I was going to treat you to a nice breakfast in bed.”

“We can still do that.” You yawned, making him chuckle.

“Maybe later.” He pressed a kiss to your temple. “I think some of us might need some more sleep first.”

“Mmm, okay.” You hummed, already beginning to doze off in his arms.

He quickly helped you clean up before leading you back to bed, making sure you were situated and comfortable before quickly climbing in next to you, pulling you close.

“Sleep well, Beautiful.” He whispered, resting his head on top of yours, still wearing a faint smile as he drifted off with you.

Taglist: @sopebubbles-replies @btsw1fe @this-must-be-my-tardis @whitefoxgirl @bethanysnow @coffeedepressionsoup @main-bangtansmauyeondan @feminympho @a-gayish-unicorn @dfqcsqueen @mother2monsters @comingupwithacoolnameishard

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kooklovee · 12 days

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Chasing Cars | Masterpost (jjk)

☆summary: when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?

☆status: on-going (teaser out soon!)

☆pairings: brother's best friend!Jungkook x younger sister!female reader, Hoseok x female reader, Namjoon x OC, Jin x OC, Jimin x OC, Taehyung x OC and others.

☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI, some chapters have mature content)

☆genre: forbidden love?au, college!au, slice of life!au, smut, angst (as usual a lot of it), fluff

☆total word count: 182.2k (lmao my fingers slipped)

☆a/n: I got the idea for this fic just a little over a year ago, following a power outage that lasted for a few days where I live and Jungkook's live where he kept coming back with different outfits (the white dress shirt hit me right in the gut). It took me a long time to write, as I was working on multiple other projects at the same time, but I am so so happy to be ready to share this baby with you guys <3

☆Thank you to @moonleeai and @jessikahathaway for beta-ing this monster <3 (and for all your encouragement and support)

☆And a special thank you to @wintaerbaer and @btsborahaee for encouraging me and supporting me whenever I screamed to you about this fic

☆add yourself to the taglist here!

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If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Chasing Cars, Snow Patrol

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➳Teaser (Jungkook pov): the day he met you (1.1k)

You fucking touch her, you're dead.

➳Chapter one: when the Incident happens (11.8k)

Jungkook is Tae's best friend.

➳Chapter two: when Jungkook teases you (10.2k)

You know I hate that nickname.

➳Chapter three: when Valentine's Day happens (13.1k)

You know, Taehyung doesn’t have to know everything.

➳Chapter four: when you and Jeon Jungkook clash (9.5k)

I was just going to say that we should keep this between us.

➳Chapter five: when you have to go back to reality (12.1k)

We just pretend nothing happened, no?

➳Chapter six: when Jungkook hosts his friends over (9.6k)

I really want to kiss you right now.

➳Chapter seven: when doubt makes you question everything

Why do you want to believe the worst of me so bad?

➳Chapter eight: when secrets are unveiled in New York (13.5k)

I want you.

➳Chapter nine: when a party makes Jungkook jealous (11.2k)

You make me insane.

➳Chapter ten: when time slips through your fingers (10.1k)

I don’t want to lose you, peach.

➳Chapter eleven: when Jungkook visits Taehyung in Paris (8.4k)

Can’t wait for you to be back.

➳Chapter twelve: when it breaks (7.3k)

I can’t be with you.

➳Chapter thirteen: when it's too late (8.9k)

I have to talk to him.

➳Chapter fourteen: when the truth comes out (12.2k)

We never told each other how we felt.

➳Chapter fifteen: when you find your way back to Jungkook (7.4k)

You came?

➳Chapter sixteen: when Jungkook takes you out on a date (8.5k)

I think I was waiting for you my whole life.

➳Chapter seventeen: when forever awaits you (9k)

Getting to love you is the most beautiful thing that’s ever happened to me.

Drabbles in Jungkook's pov (might add more as the story goes on)

➳Drabble 1: the engagement party (453)

Have fun while it lasts.

➳Drabble 2: after a call in Paris (596)

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

➳Drabble 3: a conversation with his mother (644)

Nothing strengthens a man more than heartbreak.

➳Drabble 4: a conversation with Taehyung

It’s never been like that with her.

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I Want You to Stay (11) | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: boss!JK x assistant!reader; idiot strangers to lovers; slow slow burn; k-drama feels; angst, drama, fluff, smut

Chapter (Series) Warnings: foul/explicit language; alcohol consumption & passing out, unhealthy coping mechanisms; family drama; minor injuries; power dynamics (JK starts off as a jerk); work-related anxiety, feelings of helplessness, insecurities; mentions of childhood traumatic experiences, nightmares; sexual harassment, attempted assault; mention of past experience of domestic violence (PLS PLS BE CAREFUL WHEN READING); arts, business/property devt, and book talk that’s probably inaccurate; commitment issues & emotionally constipated characters; cold and detached JK; sexual content (making out - I know, finally) (18+)

Chapter Word count: 23.5k

Series Masterlist

Status: Ongoing

Series summary: Working for Jungkook isn’t the same as working for Hoseok. For starters, Jungkook doesn’t smile, he doesn’t appreciate you, and he gives you too much work. It doesn’t help that he’s incredibly handsome and has women at his beck and call. But as the tension grows, it becomes impossible to resist him. You’ve dedicated yourself to your job for 8 years so when you finally decide to put yourself first, he asks you to reconsider. And while you know that leaving is difficult, you learn that when it comes to Jungkook, staying is always so much harder.

Playlist 🎶: on the way home

A/N: Hiii so this was quite the wait! We have come to the climax of the story and I'm both excited and terrified to share this with you. I have nothing more to say other than see you on the other side! 🤭🤭

And as always, my biggest thanks to @wonwoonlight 🥰

PS. If I can’t tag you, pls fix your settings!

Whenever Jungkook creates some distance between you and him, you often understand it. It’s his default, you think, and after learning about the pain he harbors from his childhood, you’ve come to accept it. You expect it, even.

Recently though, he hasn’t been doing much of it. He often moves closer; sometimes, he lets you do it. Tonight, it’s both - he stands near you, he holds you, and he lets you slowly close the distance until you’re just a breath away. And for a brief moment, you think that he’d eliminate it altogether.

But you’re not in some fantasy world, so when he pulls away, you’re reminded of who you are and who he is and that sliver of hope goes up in flames.

“I—” he mumbles.

“I should go,” you interject, turning away so as not to see any more of the rejection in his eyes. “Have a good evening, Mr. Jeon.”

You grab your bag then rush outside, exhaling the breath you were holding in and letting the shame fill you up as fast as the elevator reaches the first floor. You want to run to rid yourself of the embarrassment, maybe be irresponsible for once and get drunk just to forget. Maybe when you wake up in the morning, you’ll find out it was all a dream - you didn’t actually want to kiss your boss, you didn’t actually think he’d kiss you back, and he didn’t actually pull away, as if it stung him to touch you, as if it hurt him to try.

But the thought doesn’t last long.

You get on a bus and convince yourself that staying sober tonight is a better option than reporting hungover to work tomorrow. You’ll feel embarrassed either way, but might as well be more professional about it, considering that what you’d almost done - and all the things you thought about - was nothing but that. You settle for just cup noodles for dinner; you don’t deserve anything nicer than that tonight.

Sleep doesn’t come until past one later in the evening. You spend much of your time tossing and turning, trying hard to erase the image of Jungkook so close to you.

But nothing works. All you see are his lips. All you can hear is his breathing. All you can smell is him.

You wake up four hours later, exhausted and incredibly anxious for the day. You want it to be over already, and you half think of calling in sick but you know that’ll be too obvious. It could set off alarm bells to Jungkook and he might call and ask how you are, and that’s something you can’t deal with either. So you power through and nap in the car, not wanting to converse with Mr. Ri because you might tell him everything should he ask the right questions.

Your plan of action is to engage with Jungkook as little as you can, in any way that’s possible. You play around with things in his kitchen and make sure you have your back turned when he exits from his gym. The energy drink and glass of water are on the counter and you sense him lingering before he finally walks to his bedroom. You let some time pass before going to his closet to prepare his accessories for the day, then head back out, cooking his omelet as slowly as you can.

The clearing of his throat lets you know he’s done, and you glance at him before placing the dishes on the table.

This isn’t the routine. You always fix his necktie once he shows up. It’s reflex for you, and you know that’s what he’s come to expect as well.

But you can’t bring yourself to do that right now. It’s basically like re-enacting what happened last night and you can’t promise yourself that you won’t want to kiss him again when he’s that close. You can’t look him in the eyes, you can’t take in his scent, you can’t hear his breathing without remembering how he felt like. You know you can’t have it again, so you won’t even torture yourself even more than you already are.

His tie is slightly off and it disturbs you. He doesn’t move but he doesn’t ask you to fix it.

You sigh to yourself. He’ll live.

You eat quickly and it’s a contrast to him picking on his food. You’re tempted to ask if the dish isn’t to his liking, but you told yourself not to start conversations or engage in anything outside of work matters, and you’ll stick to that for as long as possible.

“___.”

“Mr. Jeon, I’ve prepared your notes for today’s meetings,” you state before he could say anything more. “And I’m meeting with the marketing team about the additional promotional materials you wanted. Is there anything else you wish to add to the ones we talked about?”

“None for now. They can go ahead with my initial request,” he responds, his voice too soft than what you’re used to, but you don’t dare look up and meet his eyes.

You ask a few more questions and he responds accordingly. The silence is deafening and though you miss the playful banter that has become part of your mornings, you know you can’t get into that right now. Somehow, this is when you can’t act like everything’s normal. Your stupid mistake and foolish assumption is where you draw the line. You just hope the day ends quickly enough before you give in.

Both of you head down to the car. Before going inside, you hear Jungkook ask Mr. Ri how he looks and if his tie is fixed, and you internally smack your head for being so petty about this. You didn’t think that something seemingly trivial about your daily routine with him would affect you this much, as if it somehow threw things off-balance just because you were so afraid to be close. You realize now that you would look forward to those few seconds because that was the only time you had a reason to touch him.

But he’s everything you can’t desire and given that you almost crossed a line, you know you’re gonna have to slowly pull back. Not just with regards to your feelings but in everything, as you take a peek of your personal phone and see an email notification about an upcoming book launch from Rkive Publishing. You subscribed to their mailing list right after you met their director, and you’ve been sitting on his email address and the application letter you have yet to submit.

Since that encounter, you’ve been occasionally looking at other job opportunities in different fields. You realize that nothing much excites you. There’s not much you think is worth slaving your way for in this corporate jungle, and that while you’re currently part of that machine, the only thing that got you going these past eight years was the debt you had to pay.

You had your reasons to stay but being at this point when you’re ready to let that go, you’re realizing that there wasn’t much else about the job that got you truly excited. Sure, it was also the people, but they’re why you couldn’t leave. It wasn’t until the planning for the Arts Center that you felt you could truly be invested in a project and have impact on it, too; it just so happens that the man behind it is the reason why you have to step away. You know it’s the only way you could finally choose yourself and pursue what you want. At 31, you owe it to yourself to do that.

Your thoughts are disrupted when the familiar building comes into view, and you exit the car and head to your floor, trailing Jungkook this time instead of walking by his side as what you’ve come to do. You can tell that he notices the distance but you don’t want to address it. Being terrible at any form of confrontation, you don’t really want to acknowledge anything that happened. You’ll deal with him if he brings it up, and for all the times that you screwed up, you wish to the heavens that Jungkook lets this one go.

You head to your desk while he heads to his. You make him his coffee then ask him to sign some documents. You focus on his hands as he flips through the pages, preferring to look at those instead of his face. But it’s those fingers that pressed against you last night, and you shake your head at the memory, even if all you want is to feel them again.

You retrieve the papers, your heart stopping when he doesn’t let them go right away. Your eyes widen and you still don’t look at him, even as you anticipate him to say something.

“___.”

“Mr. Min asked to meet with you after lunch,” you cut him off again before he could say more.

“I know. That email was sent to you and me.”

“Yes, sir. I was just making sure.”

He lets go of the papers now and you bow before quickly heading out. You just know he had his eyebrows scrunched at you. He’s probably trying to make sense of how jittery you seem and though he may know why, you’re not sure if he knows why.

You get through the morning in one piece. You attend your meeting while Jungkook attends his own with his father. You grab a quick lunch with Do-hyun, whose narration of her love life takes up the whole half hour, then you return to your tasks once you finish.

Hyper-focused on the file you’re reviewing, Yoongi’s usually unenthusiastic greeting catches you off guard, causing your lips to miss the hot tea that you’re about to drink. You jerk, spilling all of it on you. You subsequently hit the saucer that’s on the edge of the table; it falls on the floor and breaks.

“Fuck!” You whisper yell, as you feel the drink pool on your skirt.

“Shit, is it burning?” Yoongi asks worriedly.

He immediately rushes to your side and grabs some paper towels from the cabinet, placing them on your lap and on the floor.

“Don’t move so you don’t spread the broken pieces,” he instructs. “Are you hurt?”

“No. I’m just uncomfortable,” you groan, with your knees awkwardly touching each other and your thighs squeezed to keep the liquid from spreading.

You’re at least in a black skirt but you know the stain will still be visible. That’s the least of your problems though, as Jungkook arrives from his meeting and heads to you with a folder, only to find Yoongi kneeling on the floor next to you. Jungkook’s eyes widen, seemingly scandalized at what this looks like, and they flit from you to his friend, whose calm face quickly turns into one of panic.

“She spilled her tea and the saucer broke,” Yoongi explains, raising the soiled paper towels as evidence. He tells you to move back so he can place them over the shards while Jungkook looks on intently. “Are you good? Do you have spare clothes?” Yoongi asks you.

“Uh, ye-yeah,” you manage to say, hating how frozen you seem to be. With the tea having been absorbed, you grab your bag from your cabinet, the one you’ve started to keep and bring with you during trips in case you get stranded again, then throw the towels in the trash bin. “I’ll just go get changed.”

You scurry towards the washroom and leave the men alone, knowing that Yoongi will hold the fort for both of you.

Back inside, Jungkook eyes Yoongi as he calls for maintenance to clean up the mess.

“She spilled her tea and the saucer broke,” Yoongi says again. “She couldn’t move and I just cleaned up.”

“I heard you the first time,” Jungkook states.

“Just making sure, so your mind doesn’t think of whatever it thinks about,” Yoongi shrugs. “But is she okay? She seems a bit out of it.”

“I don’t know,” Jungkook looks away. “Don’t you usually know those things?”

“Well, I assume that since you’ve gotten closer, you would know. Unless it’s about you… Were you mean to her again?”

Yoongi’s unusual scowl is one that Jungkook is secretly terrified of but he acts unaffected, merely shaking his head in response and to dismiss the assumption. He’ll admit that his friend’s statement is quite bittersweet, though. Yes, you and Jungkook have both gotten closer and there hasn’t been an incident in months where you could’ve had a reason to be down because of him.

Unless last night counts, which is something he’s still wrapping his head around.

He thinks back to that moment right by your desk. You were so close. And he was so close to doing something more than just holding onto your waist. He saw you eye his lips and he did the same but the realization of where you both were - in a semi-open space in the office - reminded him of his limits. Sure, it was after-hours and no one would have any reason to be on the floor at that time, but it still felt too exposed and he didn’t want either of you to be put in such a compromising position, even if every part of his body was aching to kiss you.

He wouldn’t have known you were talking about him if it weren’t for the way you held him close and that unfamiliar look of yearning in your eyes. At that moment, he let himself hope that he’s who you wanted, even if he’s also the same man you believed wouldn’t cross his boundaries for you.

Even then, you had been so bold, so honest. He wished he was as brave and as capable to express his desires as you were. He never thought you’d feel anything for him - him, the one who made your life miserable for weeks, the one who treated you unfairly because you made him feel - and want - things he couldn’t understand and control. Your calm and warm nature made him think he wasn’t anyone special. He dismissed whatever part of him that thought otherwise because he couldn’t hope for something he couldn’t have.

But last night, the way you looked at him also made him feel like all he desired was within reach, like you were within his grasp. Your lips were everything he wanted all over him. Your soft breaths were what he wanted to take in. You were all he wanted to taste and touch and hear, and he’d been so, so close to crossing a line that he said he wouldn’t because he was afraid it would push you away and that’s the last thing he wants to do.

He was overwhelmed but he was just as scared, believing that there’s no turning back if something had happened. He almost stepped over the line but pulled back just as quickly, and now it seems that that’s what’s keeping you at a distance. Because as you return to your desk, you merely bow at him then go through the folder of documents he’d given you.

“Yoongi and I will just meet for an hour,” he says. “Please be ready with the Arts Center opening event budget that I’ll go through with Hoseok later.”

“That’s noted, sir.”

Jungkook sighs in disappointment as you don’t spare him a glance. He just wants to see those eyes again, the ones that yearned for him last night, the ones that asked him - almost challenged him - to get closer. But he’d been the coward who let you go, and now he doesn’t know how to turn back from this.

He enters his room then turns around to face Yoongi.

“I feel so much and I don’t know what to do.”

“I know,” his friend hums, feeling relieved that Jungkook can now acknowledge something he’d known for a while now. But Yoongi also knows that it’s not that simple, and while he knows of the possibility that you feel the same, reciprocated feelings don’t always mean happy endings. “Just don’t… just don’t hurt her,” he adds.

“Why do I feel like whatever I do, it’s what I’ll end up doing anyway?”

“She’ll know when you mean it and when you don’t. And you know what helps?”

“What?”

“Letting her know that hurting her isn’t what you want to do. You’ve got a lot to say, Jungkook, I know it,” Yoongi remarks. “Just be brave enough to say them.”

Yoongi’s words linger in Jungkook’s mind for the rest of the day, especially during the times that he peeks through the window to get a glimpse of you. You seem determined not to look his way, as you don’t even attempt to look at his direction all afternoon. There is a lot he’s got to say, he just doesn’t know what they are or how to say them. It’s always been that way when it comes to you - he feels so much, but he's unable to let you know.

Despite your avoidance all day, he feels your absence even more when you leave at 6PM, on the dot, without sparing him a glance. He could run after you and ask to talk. He wouldn’t know how to start that conversation though, but if it would bring you to finally look at him or say his name, then it would be enough.

He just wants to know what last night meant for you. And if it means what he hopes it does, then maybe it isn’t about turning back but moving forward. He knows it will be complicated, but he wants to figure it out with you. He’ll choose the path where he gets to be around you, close to you. Always.

Jungkook pulls out the bottle of whiskey he keeps in his drawer to momentarily drown out these thoughts. For some, liquor gives them courage. For him, he drinks it because he’s afraid to be brave.

As he replays the way you looked at him last night, he wonders to himself what he’s more scared of - never having you close enough, or losing you completely.

The three films you watch in the cinema that Saturday afternoon are a good distraction to all the thoughts in your head. You occasionally do this because watching other people’s lives play out in film gives you something to ponder about. Sometimes, you let it inspire you to live differently. Other times, it allows you a peek into a life much more exciting than the one you have. In some instances, it gives you a sense of relief that yours is uneventful, lacking in drama and intrigue.

At this moment, you’re not quite sure what you want out of it other than to forget. What exactly, you’re not sure. Is it the way you felt when Jungkook held you? Is it the way he seemed to want more and then nothing at all? Or is it the hope you had that you’d found someone you were willing to give a bit of yourself to, only for the glass to shatter because that’s not what you do - you don’t desire for things not meant for you; you don’t open yourself to heartbreak like that.

Jungkook has always made you feel a lot of things. This time is no different. But this time it also means more. You could lose him completely or have something with him that could be beautiful. One would hurt right away and the other could hurt you down the road. You don’t know which one you’re willing to suffer through.

Suddenly you wish you didn’t get to this point at all. You could’ve left when you had the chance. You could’ve let him not mean to you this much.

You continue to wallow in the sadness. You eat dinner at a ramen place before going home and settling in bed with your best friends on video call. You tell them about the past two days and narrate your moments with Jungkook during the team building that you left out when you spoke to them about it. Looking at them through the screen, you see a mix of understanding and frustration on their faces.

“Why are you avoiding him, hun?” Soomin asks, her eyes soft and comforting.

“Because I’m so embarrassed,” you groan, burying your face on the pillow. “I was so… shameless. I don’t even know what got into me. He just looked at me and I… lost all sense. Who was I to assume that moment would end well? That he’d reciprocate that honesty?”

“And you think not talking about it will rid you of that embarrassment?” She wonders.

“No. But it’s at least better than facing it,” you frown. “I’m not good with words nor feelings. And I’m sure that neither is he. I’m just trying to be professional now because I obviously wasn’t.”

You leave out your fears about meeting his eyes and hearing what he has to say. Even if he returns whatever you feel, there’s so much burden tied to that and you don’t think you’re ready for it. You don’t think you’re ready for any of this.

“It doesn’t seem sustainable though,” Soomin points out. “You’re together all the time. You’ve created a routine and a dynamic that you’ve gotten so used to. It takes more effort to avoid the whole thing, don’t you think?”

“I guess but… we’re all busy with the Arts Center opening. And I plan on tending my resignation right after,” you explain. “There’s no time to talk about feelings. I’ll just let it die down. It’s stupid to have them in the first place.”

The prolonged silence prompts you to turn towards her. “You don’t agree with me, do you?”

“I just don’t think it’s stupid to be feeling what you’re feeling,” Soomin replies. “You spend so much time together. You’re bound to form some attachment and develop affection for him, regardless of how things started. I mean, through all the late-nights and early mornings and stresses and comfort in between, there’s something only two of you share and understand. That’s not stupid. That’s how connections are formed, hun.”

Attachment. Connection. They terrify you but they’re things that you desire as well. You don’t know how deep they are when it comes to Jungkook and you don’t know if they’re something he feels towards you, too.

“Maybe you’re just trying to convince yourself that it isn’t that serious,” she adds. “Maybe it’s because you know that it is, and you don’t know if it’s worth pursuing, if it’s worth finding out if he returns it and if being with him is something that can happen.”

You look away, knowing the truth in her words. You turn to Jimin, who’s been unusually quiet all evening.

“What do you think Jimin?” You ask him. “I mean, it’s one thing to feel something and another to act on it and risk everything for it, right?”

“There’s always something you risk once you acknowledge what you feel for another person,” he says after pondering about it. “For me, acting on it just depends on two things. Is it good for me, and is it good for them? In your case, it’s something to really think about. You’re you and he’s him. And you know what I mean. You’ve been wanting to walk away from this company for years, ___. You wanna be something outside of it. How does being with your boss help with that?”

Jimin’s words remind you of something else you’ve been yearning for - that search for who you are outside of your work, outside of all the years you spent working for this family that have become a core part of who you are. For people like you who have to work extra hard for the things you have, it becomes natural for your job to define you as a means of survival. It doesn’t give you power nor influence; it just gives you a means to get to the next day and to give back to the one person who sacrificed everything for you.

As the years went by, it became more difficult to pull away. This family trusts you, and your confidence has only ever increased as an employee of this company, but not as a professional. You’ve been wanting to learn who you are without the burdens you carry, without the need to constantly prove yourself to the people who helped make you, and Jungkook ties you to all this. Whether it’s pursuing him or working for him, you’re afraid you’ll never be brave enough to do things on your own.

You weren’t supposed to be this attached. You weren’t supposed to be this invested. You weren’t supposed to want to be wanted back.

But Jungkook made you care. He made you feel. He made you be brave. And he’s now the one you have to pull away from.

“You’re right,” you sigh. “Maybe in a way, I needed this to happen. I needed this… moment to remind me that I have to leave and I can’t let him be another reason for me to stay, not when I feel what I feel, and not when I don’t know if he feels the same way.”

“What if he does, though?” Soomin asks. “And what if he asks you to stay?”

“Thinking about it now, I hope he doesn’t,” you say. “It’d be much easier for me if he just lets me go. I can finally walk away from all this. And I can get over what I feel.”

“Is that what you really want?” Soomin adds.

You nod in response. “At least I know I’ll be happy outside of working for the company. Who knows what having him in my life would bring me?”

The book cafe in Mapo district boasts of an elegant yet comfortable design. It has three levels that consist of a library and working spaces, but it’s on the first floor that you find yourself in, tucked in one of the corner tables at the back with your iced coffee and fruit tart.

You listen in awe as the author reads excerpts from her newly released book, which she narrates with vigor and emotion. She answers questions about her purpose for writing this specific story, the inspiration for the characters, and interesting things like who she’d cast if it were to become a movie and what the playlist would sound like. It’s the first book launch you’ve ever been to, and despite not being an avid reader, you have a feeling that it won’t be your last.

There’s something about the storytelling and the process of creating something that captivates you. There’s not much of that in your world. It’s all numbers and profits. It’s soulless, if you’re being honest. It doesn’t give you time to feel or live in the moment or actually bask in the work that you do. You’re there to support, to assist, and while that used to be something you were proud of, the past year has made you think that it’s truly time to move on from it. It’s made you desensitized to things like joy and hope and love, which prompts you to realize that those are what have been missing. Working on the Arts Center gave you a taste of it. You’ve come to the point where you want to know how those truly feel like, and the job has hindered you from fully finding it out.

All your emotions for Jungkook take a backseat the more you think about what your life could be, especially while you watch Namjoon gather what seems to be his team, as he congratulates them for a successful launch. They’re all in casual clothes, looking relaxed, relieved, and fulfilled as the event comes to a close and several people approach the author and ask her to sign their books. You can imagine the stress leading up to all this, but there’s satisfaction in putting together something this intimate and meaningful.

“You made it,” the man with the soft smile says, the child-like innocence of his face, a contrast to his very masculine build. “I’m glad those newsletters and email invites work.”

“I think they’re the only ones I actually read,” you say, earning you a brighter smile from him. “But honestly though, it helps that a book cafe is something I wouldn’t mind being in on a Sunday morning.”

“Exactly!” Namjoon beams. “It’s easy to make it a part of your weekend. Whether it translates to immediate sales isn’t the whole point, although that’s great, don’t get me wrong. But as long as there’s foot traffic and increased interest, then it’s a success. Our launches have been gaining traction on social media. And the—shit, sorry. I’m rambling again,” he chuckles. “I doubt you came here with the intention of listening to me talk about what we do and stuff.”

“Oh, I don’t mind at all,” you assure him. “I don’t actually go to things like this but I thought it might be a good way to have a feel of what it’s like working for your company without inconveniencing you. I mean, I haven’t applied yet but I just wanted to see if this is something I’d enjoy doing.”

“And?” He asks in anticipation.

“It kind of is,” you admit. “I don’t know. There’s just something so personal about it.”

“There really is,” Namjoon nods.

His face turns serious now, something that happens when he’s about to go on a speech about whatever it is he feels strongly about. He’s expressive and it’s quite captivating, which is refreshing in a colleague, you realize.

Sitting across from you in your little nook in the cafe, he talks about the journey of this whole process, how he reached out to the author who turned out was trying to contact him as well. He was hoping to publish one of her manuscripts that was shared to him by a friend, but she offered this one instead, a very personal story that she trusted his company would do justice.

“I sat the whole team down and told them what this means for her as an author and as a person, and what that in turn could mean to the readers,” he continues. “There’s so much responsibility but the return is worth more than you could imagine. Of course, it’s not always easy. We have a relatively small team for the amount of things that we have to do but it works. Communication is smooth, accountability is shared, and we build our trust and respect in each other that way. I think that makes it even more worth it in the end.”

“You’re really trying to lure me in, aren’t you?” You laugh.

“Pretty much,” he chuckles. “I just think our meetings are serendipitous. There were two people who were supposed to take on the role but they backed out last minute - on both cases, I see you the next day. The universe probably has plans.”

“It probably does,” you nod, slowly believing him. “The only reason why I haven’t applied yet is because this is all so new to me and I may not be what you’re looking for.”

“But it could be that we’re what you’re looking for,” he counters. “Even if the industry is new to you, if it’s a place you’re comfortable in and that you think will help you grow professionally, then you become what we need. It’s give and take, really. Your approach to the work impacts how you do it. Yes, it’s still a job but it also means a lot more.”

“You’re very good at this,” you say, feeling more at ease as you speak with him, a stranger who has no idea what you’re going through but is somehow saying the exact things you need to hear. “I just have a timeline I’m working around. My company has an important thing coming up in several weeks and I don’t want to leave before then. It’s also why I’ve been delaying applying.”

“Hey, if we see that we’re a good fit for each other, then we can work around your timeline,” he says. “To help with that, maybe we can chat more casually to relieve you of the pressure. I have some things to return to the office not far from here and you can tell me a bit about the work that you do. What do you think?”

It’s a suggestion you take up, so you both start walking a few streets down to a mid-rise building, a structure that sits amidst cozy cafes and small parks.

The Rkive Publishing office is spacious. Instead of solo desks, there are large tables so there are more opportunities for collaborations, but there are small meeting rooms and private spaces as well. There are floor-to-ceiling windows, shelves that are lined with hundreds of books, and quirky art pieces that give the place a unique yet personal touch. It’s leagues different from what you’re used to, and as you appreciate the way the sunlight makes the whole place glow, you start to think that Namjoon may be right - this might just be what you’re looking for.

You disclose who you work for then tell him your functions, narrate how a usual day looks like, and mention the types of people you usually engage with. But you share how you’ve felt lost in the chaos of everything and that you’ve been trying to find purpose in it but have been unable to.

Namjoon purses his lips, attempting to hide a smile, but you call him out on it.

“I’m just trying not to get too excited,” he reasons, giving in and chuckling now. “We need organization, a sense of urgency, a kind of professionalism that someone of your caliber could bring. I don’t want to get my hopes up and yes, there’s a process, but I hope you give us a chance.”

It’s easy to think that this man has no idea what he’s saying, but he’s been talking about going with his gut feeling all morning - he’s said as much that following his heart and doing what feels right for him allowed him to turn the company into what it is right now. Maybe meeting the first time was just a coincidence, but the pull of the universe - of you to this environment and him to you - is just too strong that you can’t help but think that maybe this is the next step for you. For all the challenges you went through all these years, maybe you deserve something a little more smooth sailing this time.

You don’t make any promises but you do assure him that you’ll send him an email. There are obviously other pressing matters that you have to deal with but this has been a good distraction, one that you allow to preoccupy you for the rest of the day.

After saying goodbye, you walk around the neighborhood and spend the afternoon by the river where you wonder about the people surrounding you.

What dilemmas are they facing? What heartbreaks are they trying to move on from? What new adventure are they preparing for? Or maybe, who are they trying to forget? Who’s waiting at home for them? Are they watching the sunset because they know it’s beautiful or because they’ve forgotten that it is?

You let out a breath once the sun has dipped and the sky has turned a dark shade of blue. You feel a mix of awe at its beauty and disappointment because the day has come to an end. You once more have to face the person you’ve been trying not to think about all weekend.

Giving yourself a pep talk, you go to bed that night with the plan of continuing what you did last Friday, which is avoiding any moments and any chances of talking about what happened. If Jungkook brings it up, then you’ll just have to face it and ask him to forget about that night and then deal with the consequences after. But there’s no way that you’ll say anything first; you’ll ride this out for as long as you can.

Avoiding talking to Jungkook about non-work matters - which is really what you only intended to do - is much more difficult when you have to pretend you don’t care about him.

That Monday morning, you stop yourself from asking how he’s doing after spotting the empty whiskey bottle and beer cans in his kitchen bin. While you give him the usual hangover remedy, you stop short of suggesting that he get some rest or buying him his favorite lunch dish.

During the meeting that you accompany him to in the afternoon, you watch him helplessly as his father hounds him with questions about the other projects, adding even more pressure than what he’s currently under, and you look away when he tries to meet your eyes. You used to send him encouragement through your gentle nods and soft smiles but you’re scared you’ll fall into your feelings once again if you do them, knowing that any sign of him needing you is all it would take for you to give in and talk to him, maybe comfort him.

You’ve become so weak for him, you realize that now. His detachment used to put you off and frustrate you, but knowing him the way you do, it’s what makes you want to be there for him; it’s what makes you want to assure him that you’re just there.

But you aren’t, because you’re pushing him away. You’re making him go through his confusion and stress and exhaustion all on his own because you’re a coward, too. You’re scared of your own feelings. You’re scared of them being rejected and you’re scared of them being returned. You didn’t realize just how much you are because you never actually felt something this deeply for anyone, and that terrifies you even more.

Watching him from your desk as he pores through documents on his laptop is hard, too. You’re done for the day but he’s said earlier that he’ll be staying late to finish a few things because there are many distractions at his place. You want to tell him they can wait, that he’ll need to rest and regain his energy for the week ahead, or that some fresh air could help clear his mind.

But you don’t. Instead, you pack your things and head out, knowing that much as it’s your decision to force this distance between both of you, it’s still something you wish you didn’t have to do. You don’t know how long you can sustain it, but somehow you know that once he gives in, so will you, and so all this might as well just be useless or even worse for you.

Mr. Ri picks up on the change the next morning, as he asks if you and Jungkook had an argument on the way to his penthouse.

“There was no argument, ” you answer. “There’s just a lot on my mind and he’s a big part of that. I just… I just don't know how to deal with things, you know?”

“Things like what?” Mr. Ri asks.

“Feelings,” you sigh. “I mean, you said they can’t be helped. And you’re right, I can’t. That’s my big problem right now.”

“Oh, ___,” he says, softly smiling through the rear view mirror.

You can tell he’s trying to comfort you, something he’s told you before he’s unsure how to do. You brush him off, saying you’ll figure it out, and he assures you that you could talk to him and that maybe, you need to just let it out to someone who knows what you’re battling against. You express your appreciation then inhale deeply once you arrive at Jungkook’s building.

The clanking sound of plates surprises you when you enter the penthouse. You walk cautiously towards the kitchen and find Jungkook already dressed in his work attire, placing the basket of toasted bread in the middle of the dining table where you spot the two plates with eggs in each. You wonder if you’re late, given that he’d gone ahead and made breakfast for both of you already.

“You’re on time,” he says after seeing you check your watch. “I was just up early. I couldn’t really sleep. I think I have too much on my mind.”

“I still could have made this for you,” you say so softly, Jungkook almost misses it.

“I didn’t mind,” he answers, wanting to say more, like that he thought it would be nice to make something for you for a change, or that he hopes you could see the effort.

But he keeps them to himself, just like the many other things that he doesn’t feel ready to verbalize. He hasn’t stopped thinking about you since Thursday night, and he thinks that the distance you’re creating has made his desire even stronger, but so has the fear.

He spent the weekend downing alcohol and then boxing for hours to get rid of the hangover. The lemon ginger tea he made didn’t really work. He placed the bandage on his beat-up knuckles incorrectly, not like how perfectly you’d done it once. And the chicken noodle soup he ordered when he wasn’t feeling well last night didn’t taste as good as yours.

His mornings aren’t the same without the briefest touch from you from fixing his tie, or from the casual conversations during breakfast or in the car. There’s not much of your voice or your laughter that he hears, and definitely none of your smile that always encouraged him, that always assured him. This continues for the rest of the day, as he barely feels your presence unless he asks for it. And even then, it almost feels like you’re not there at all.

He feels so lost without you, unable to focus and function properly without your guidance and your care. He doesn’t know how or when he’s allowed himself to need you this much but it all feels so new yet familiar. All he wants is to be near you again but he admits that seeing you consistently pull away hurts him more than anything.

It’s why that Wednesday, he settles for only minimal glances at you in the car, why he conducts his morning meeting in a cafe instead, why he has the blinds on in his room all afternoon, and why he stays to work late and informs you that he’ll go straight to the Arts Center the next day so he’ll just meet you in the office.

He does all those so he’s forced to be around you less, so he doesn’t look up from his desk to find out that you don’t look his way anymore, so that it’s less difficult when you don’t do your usual routine with him. He at least won’t feel as bad when you don’t ask how he’s feeling if you don’t see him look terrible in the morning after not being able to sleep, or when you don’t fix his necktie for the fifth time this past week if he’s not around you in the first place.

You’ve been going out of your way to avoid him and if he had a bit more courage, he’d probably be able to ask what Thursday night was about and if you’d really wanted to kiss him like he did.

But he’s afraid of two things - that you’d ask him to forget all of it, or that you’d both have to figure out how to move forward if the feelings are indeed mutual. There are so many things that could go wrong but just as many that could go right - he’s scared to hurt you either way. And like he’s always said, he doesn’t know how to handle all of this; he doesn’t know how to talk about what he feels.

Thursday morning comes and while you’re relieved that you don’t have to tiptoe around Jungkook again in his own apartment and feel suffocated by the tension, you won’t lie and say that you deeply felt his absence. You also won’t deny that seeing him walk towards his office without sparing you a glance hurt you a little. You know him enough that he’s probably giving you the space that you’ve insisted on, but still, a part of you wonders if he’s just accepted it, too.

And when you hand him his notes for his late afternoon meeting then when he leaves for the CEO’s office without a look of acknowledgment, you worry that he’s become impatient, that he’ll keep pulling away for as long as you are, and that you’ll be so far apart that you’ll start to wonder if you’d come close to him at all.

But you did this, you remind yourself. You’d been the one to get close, to expect, and then to detach because you were so afraid of what would happen next, and what that would mean for you. He’s probably the last thread you’re holding onto, connecting you to this world that you’ve been planning on leaving for so long. Maybe you’re also scared that if he asked you to stay, you would, and the last thing you want is for him to be the reason why you can’t let go, and then resent him for it.

You sigh in your seat as the various thoughts plague your mind. You decide to go to the pantry for a cup of tea, knowing you have some time before Jungkook’s meeting with his father is scheduled to end.

The support team’s office is unnervingly quiet at 7PM with only Mr. Ri around, shaking his leg against the chair while browsing on his desktop. He greets you when you enter and then joins you to make his cup of coffee - his fourth for the day, he says - before you both head out the pantry and sit by the meeting table.

There aren’t any words said as you both blow away the steam from your respective hot drinks, merely letting the tranquility of the evening envelop the two of you. A few minutes pass and Mr. Ri finally looks up and asks why you’re still here, to which you reply that you wanted to be around when Jungkook’s meeting finishes in case he needs you to do something.

“There’s no need to drop me home,” you tell him. “I can manage on my own.”

“You know Jungkook won’t like that,” Mr. Ri responds. “He has strict instructions to drive for you whenever you stay out late. I can’t and won’t disobey those orders.”

You know this, which is why you sit in silence with your hands on your lap as if you’re being scolded, and you nod.

“Okay,” you say softly.

“He’s worried, you know?” Mr. Ri says after a while. “He’s been asking me how you’re doing, as if you’re not at the point in your relationship where he can directly talk to you. But I’ve actually been worried about him this past week. He stays up late to work, then goes home to work out. He’s not himself lately, always out of it and just… sad.”

“Did he… did he say anything else? About us, specifically?”

“He didn’t tell me if anything happened but I’m guessing something did, something serious enough that you’d avoid him for days and personal enough that he won’t confront you about it.”

Your face falls, guilt painting it, something Mr. Ri picks up.

“It’s about your feelings, isn’t it?” He asks. “You like him and you can no longer deny it.”

You nod in confirmation, unable to verbalize the words that your heart has been screaming for weeks.

“Is it so hard to admit? Is it so hard to talk about?” The older man asks. “I mean, he doesn’t tell me anything but I’ve known that man his whole life, ___. I’ll bet a lot and say that he feels the same way about you. Why are you both putting all your effort into avoiding each other instead of talking it out?”

“Because you know us, Mr. Ri. We’re the worst at these things,” you shake your head, choosing to disregard his statement that Jungkook may be reciprocating the feelings, knowing you’re not ready to think about it. “And you know this, too. It’s not just about what I feel. It’s about who he is and who I am and what those imply. It’s this complicated situation that I wouldn’t even be in if I just… if I was just strong enough to leave the first time. Or the second time.”

“Hey, you know it wasn’t about that,” he says. “You were always strong. You held on even when things were difficult—”

“Yeah, I just held on and now I’m here, caught in between liking my boss and wanting to stay away from him, from his family,” you groan in frustration.

But you utter the thoughts that you only rarely entertain, only because they’re what held you back all those years ago.

“Am I being selfish, for wanting to leave after everything?” You ask. “They’ve been so good to me. And now that I crossed the line and fell for their son, I want to let everything go.”

“Is that really why you want to resign? Because you like Jungkook?”

“No… it isn’t just about that,” you sigh. “Or it is. A big part of it, but also not. I… you know I’ve been thinking about this since the whole thing with Mrs. Byun happened, and that was six years ago. But then CEO Jeon asked me to help Hoseok and I stayed. And it was even more important for him that I be there for Jungkook. And I am but now what? How can I continue knowing that I like him? And how can I find myself and learn who I am outside of this when I’m here, when this is all I’ve ever known and all I’ve ever given myself to? They’ll always be good to me. I feel selfish by staying, but I also feel that way if I leave.”

“None of that makes you selfish, ___. You always had a reason to leave and you could have, but there was also always gonna be a reason for you to stay,” he says. “But they were their reasons, not yours. Whether you stay despite what you feel for Jungkook or leave to find yourself and seek the happiness you deserve, you’re not being selfish.”

You look at the man whom you’ve known for years and he sees in your eyes a woman who’s just asking for any kind of comfort, of any kind of assurance because no else is around to do that.

“We do what we can at every moment, and we can live with our choices if we know they’re the best one we can make at that time,” he continues. “Whatever it is you decide to do, I hope you do it for you. You’re the only person you have to look out for.”

Right outside the door, Jungkook remains unmoving as he processes everything he’d heard, while you continue to talk inside, completely oblivious to how you’ve rendered him paralyzed.

Jungkook’s meeting with his father ended much sooner than he expected. They merely discussed some happenings with the Board and the lunch that they’ll be hosting on Saturday to welcome some of their family’s long-time friends who are flying in from Europe.

He headed to the support office immediately to tell Mr. Ri that he plans to go home soon but hadn’t known you were there as well. But then again, you and their trusted aide - who’s been his father’s chauffeur, bodyguard, and personal assistant for decades - spend a lot of time together, so it didn’t feel off to Jungkook that you’d both be talking. He’s asked the older man to look out for you, too, especially with regards to things that he feels isn’t really his place.

Jungkook didn’t hear much at first, initially deciding to just walk back to his office and call, but once he heard Mr. Ri asking you about resigning, he stopped in his tracks. He felt foolish to be listening in on a conversation he’s not a part of, especially since it’s also because of him.

It should’ve delighted him to hear you say that you like him. Jungkook could’ve only dreamt up that reality and it still feels surreal. You didn’t have a reason to lie and the fact that he isn’t the only one seemingly overwhelmed by his own feelings should be a good thing.

But that also seems to be your reason for wanting to leave, and the thought breaks his heart in ways he can’t explain. You’ve apparently been planning on leaving for years but never got around to do so. If you stayed when his father asked you to, would you do the same if he asked? And he believes that up until last week, your relationship had become the most comfortable it’s ever been. You seem happy here, but why did it also seem like you just wanted to get away?

The thoughts make his head hurt, and while a part of him wishes he hadn’t heard anything, he at least knows you plan on leaving. And that’s something he absolutely cannot bear.

The sounds of the chairs being fixed disrupt his thoughts. When he hears Mr. Ri suggest that you should start packing up, Jungkook quietly walks back to his office and nonchalantly calls the older man to inform him that he plans on staying up late and that he should drop you home already. If Mr. Ri notices the odd tone of his voice, he doesn’t say anything. He merely expresses his confirmation and not long after, Jungkook hears some shuffling outside his closed door.

“Is there anything you need from me before I leave, Mr. Jeon?” You call out, the walls in between both of you feeling higher and thicker than ever before.

He knows that you know that he no longer asks you to do anything at this hour, and he comforts himself by thinking that it’s your way of letting him know that you’re still there. But the thought is short-lived, as he once again plays the conversation he’d overheard in his mind.

“There’s none,” he says pointedly. “You may leave.”

It takes a while but he eventually hears you walk out. Jungkook feels himself breathe for the first time in the last 15 minutes, before he feels suffocated once again.

Maybe pulling away last week when he’d been so close gave you the idea that he didn’t want you at all, and maybe that had affected you more than he expected. Maybe him, creating more distance that you’d initiated, made you think that that’s what he wanted after all that. Perhaps his being a coward in facing his own feelings had pushed you away, too, and if you’re scared of what you feel for him, maybe letting you know that he feels the same way is what will make you stay. He could be the happiness you’re searching for, Jungkook convinces himself. He could be what you want and need.

And he already knows that you’re all that for him. Whatever rules he created for himself and the limits he imposed are all pointless if he doesn’t have you around at the end of it. If his life after all this doesn’t have you in it, there’s no happiness for him. A new job for you could take you anywhere, maybe far away from where he is; it could lead you to someone, someone who isn’t him.

He hates that an overheard conversation about you resigning is what will take for him to finally be honest about what he feels for you. And that potentially losing you by his side is the push he needs to let you know that he wants you, that he wants everything with you, and that he hopes you want the same.

It’s 9:30 PM by the time he enters the car, his head hazy from the two glasses of whiskey he had. Mr. Ri calls him out on another night of him drinking in the office and orders him to get straight to bed like he’d done a few times before when Jungkook had been too stressed and too stubborn to rest. He merely nods though but he follows through, skipping dinner then mindlessly taking a shower before falling asleep in bed after finishing a bottle of beer.

The ringing of the alarm causes Jungkook to grunt and turn off his phone for the peace and quiet that he needs, given the throbbing of his head. But in the silence, he hears the soft knocks on his door, so consistent that he decides to just open it and ask the person on the other side to stop.

But of course, it’s you, and the way you quickly turn your head away reminds him that he’s got nothing but his sweatpants on and he’s too sleepy for anything else to register.

“It’s 7AM, Mr. Jeon. You have an executive meeting at 8,” you tell him, voice so soft and so far away.

“Fuck,” he groans, rubbing his temples to massage the pain away. “I’ll just take a shower. Don’t make breakfast anymore. We leave in 20 minutes.”

“Noted, sir,” you say, then walk back towards the kitchen.

It’s 15 minutes later when his bedroom door opens and he nervously walks over to you. Unable to still remove the image of his half-naked form in your mind, you focus your gaze elsewhere, but he forces it on him when he asks you to fix his necktie, the first time he’d ever done so.

“I was rushing,” he explains.

You nod and head to him, hating how your hands slightly shake at feeling so close to him again. You can feel his breath as you watch the rise and fall of his chest. He probably feels as anxious as you, perhaps no longer used to this routine after you stopped it days ago. But you manage without sparing him a glance, keeping your distance and your eyes focused on anything else but him from the walk down to the car and throughout the ride to work.

It’s difficult for you to look at him, not only because you’re ashamed but because you’re afraid of what you’ll see. Maybe his eyes will tell of his acceptance of this new dynamic. Maybe they’ll reflect anger and frustration at how you’ve disrupted his routine. Or maybe they’ll show sadness - which is what you’re most terrified of - because that’s your weakness. Any time he looks like he needs comfort or he needs you, you know you’d give in, you know you’d want to be there even if you’ve spent the past week staying as far away as possible.

You know you don’t have much time left here. The Arts Center opens over a month from now and you’ve decided to tender your resignation soon after. You know you should be savoring whatever moments you have with him and perhaps that’s what saddens you the most because you don’t know what will come after.

Your happiness isn’t here, and staying to find out if it’s with him isn’t worth it, not when there’s baggage you carry; not when your own past and insecurities weigh you down.

Arriving in the office, you rush to your desk then walk to his room to give him the notes he needs for the meeting. You turn towards him slowly when he calls you, your name in his voice suddenly sounding foreign.

“Can you prepare me lemon ginger tea? Please?”

His voice is soft, as if he feels burdensome for making such a request. You want to give in so badly and ask how he’s feeling. But you stop yourself. It’s not the place nor time.

You accompany his tea with pastries, your own request for him to have breakfast, and you get your own, in response to him instructing you to do so. You see from your periphery that he’s trying to catch your attention as the meeting starts, but with this, you hold back. You don’t want to see what you now know would be sadness in his eyes.

Jungkook has entered the deepest nook of your heart, you realize. You don’t know how you let him get there, and you don’t know how to push him out.

“Another night of drinking, huh?” Hoseok’s unusually somber voice disrupts Jungkook’s thoughts as he zones out during lunch. “The Arts Center getting you that stressed and anxious?”

Jungkook looks at his cousin questioningly.

“I know how you look when you’re tired and this isn’t it,” Hoseok responds. “You’re hungover.”

“I’m fine,” Jungkook huffs, not wanting to get into this with a man who would know when he’s lying.

“You should be, Kook. There’s a lot going on these next few weeks and we need you at your best. Your team has worked so hard for the Arts Center,” Hoseok reminds him. “So trust them. And don’t let them down.”

As always, his words hit Jungkook where they should. Whatever’s going on in his personal life - even if it involves you, his assistant - he has to be professional first, and that means making sure that everything is ready for the launch in six weeks. There’s a lot he has to meet and prepare for, and he doesn’t know how you’re able to do it. You may be distancing yourself from him but you’re still able to focus and carry out your tasks accordingly. You’ll be fine without him, he thinks. But if you’ll go on thinking that he doesn’t feel the same way about you, he knows he’ll regret it. He knows he’ll regret it even more if he doesn’t ask you to stay.

“You don’t have to worry about me,” Jungkook assures his cousin. “I’ve been out of it but I’ll get my shit together.”

“Good. I don’t have to remind you that there’s a lot riding on this. But ___ is there to help. I’m here, too. You’ve got people who believe in you, okay?” Hoseok smiles, a slice of comfort that Jungkook didn’t know he needed. “It’s gonna be okay.”

Jungkook nods and heads back to his office after a full morning has passed, tricking himself into thinking that things will indeed be okay. He just needs to find the courage to face you, finally talk to you, ask you about that night, and tell you what he feels.

But even getting you alone proves to be difficult, as you have your own lunch plans that he didn’t want to interfere with, and your own deadlines that he set that he knows you’ll make sure to meet.

Jungkook gets caught up in the afternoon in another meeting with some of the Board members who came to visit. Biting his lip in frustration, he manages to not lose his mind as he sits through it, merely hoping to the heavens that you haven’t left yet despite the late hour.

He speed walks down the hallway once he gets to his floor and almost panics when he sees your work space empty. But he spots your unfinished cup of coffee and he knows you won’t leave without cleaning up. He briefly sighs in relief when he hears shuffling from inside his room, walking closer to find you standing by his desk, with your back facing the door. You place a folder on his tray for signatures and a bound manual for review, then turn around and jerk in surprise when you see him standing there.

“I didn’t know your meeting had ended, sir,” you say, the formality grating his ears. All he wants is to hear you speak to him casually again, for you to call him by his name once more.

“It just did,” he hums. “I didn’t know if you were still here. I wanted to see you before you could leave.”

His words catch you off-guard but you try to look unaffected.

“Is there anything else you need me to do, sir?” You ask, knowing that he’s past giving you work at this hour on a Friday, but you’re too nervous to think of what else he needs you for.

“No. I…” he stutters. “You, uh, you’ve been avoiding me,” he manages to say, his eyes pleading for you to look at him.

But still, you don’t.

“I’m with you everyday, Mr. Jeon,” you insist, your tone cold. “I can’t possibly be avoiding you.”

“You haven’t looked at me all week.”

As if in reflex, you glance at him, then shift your eyes on the couch to your left.

“That doesn’t count,” he says, his voice oozing in desperation for you to just spare him some time, something you’ve never heard before.

So you give in, as you slowly meet his eyes, and you’re reminded why you didn’t want to do it in the first place. They’re so sullen. Tired, it seems, but just lacking in light. They were always so expressive, even when they’re angry, and even more when they’re sad.

“I just…” you start, knowing that with all that’s happened and with all the stress and pressure he has to endure, you can’t be another one in his list to have to try to figure out. You at least owe it to him to be honest.

You look at the door, suddenly conscious of who might wander in your area, and Jungkook takes your cue, closing it once you nod.

“So, why have you been avoiding me?” He asks again, his voice gaining a bit of life now that you’ve given him a chance to talk.

“I was just ashamed,” you admit, looking away as the scene from last week plays in your mind again. “I said things I shouldn’t have and they made you uncomfortable and—”

“How do you know that?” He interjects.

“Because you pulled away!” You say too loudly, lowering your head in embarrassment at the clear frustration you’re expressing. “I thought you wanted to… uh…”

“Kiss you,” he finishes, earning him the slightest of nods from you.

“But you didn’t and I just felt so embarrassed,” you say, your lips quivering now at how much you’re saying, at how much you’re baring yourself to him, unsure if he’ll do the same. “That was completely out of line.”

“You weren’t wrong though,” he almost whispers as he slowly walks towards you. “About what I wanted to do. You seemed to want that, too, but we were out there and I… I was scared that if I’d done anything you weren’t ready for, then I’d push you away. I still did anyway. Because you’ve spent the entire week avoiding me, talking to me formally, not fixing my tie…”

You stop the giggle that you almost let out, but you can’t help your tiny smile as he whines about what you’ve been purposely doing.

“I just didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know how to face you after that,” you explain, knowing there’s so much more to say but that you’ll start with this. “But you avoided me, too,” you suddenly pout.

“What did you expect me to do?” He exclaims. “You did it first! You know I’m not good with these things.”

“Neither am I.”

Jungkook controls himself from kissing the frown off your face and instead, he walks closer. He gets to appreciate you now as he shamelessly eyes your form, the pastel-colored long sleeved blouse tucked inside your white skirt making his heart race.

He spots your shy smile as you try to turn away, and he steps closer, wanting to see more.

“You still aren’t gonna look at me?” He asks, the soft desperation in his voice prompting you to be bold again.

“I can’t. I might lose my mind,” you admit, groaning right after at your own honesty.

“I’d quite like that,” he hums. “I… I was actually losing my mind all week. It didn’t feel right to have you feel so far away. I wanted to fix things but I didn’t know how.”

“That makes both of us,” you sigh, allowing yourself to finally gaze at him in his black suit, the classic look taking your breath away every time. “But I guess it’s the same with me. I didn’t know how badly I wanted you close until you weren’t anymore.”

You hesitatingly reach out your hand, an attempt to let him know that close is what you want him to be, but also to see for yourself if this is real, if he really is just breaths away from you, and if he could be even closer.

“I’m not pulling away this time,” he assures you, his boyish smile sending your mind in a frenzy.

Your fingers graze his chest, the way it quickly rises and falls telling you that his heart is probably racing as fast as yours. You fiddle with the neck of his tie before pulling it to bring him closer. He follows your lead, stepping forward and meeting your eyes, seeming like he doesn’t want his off of you.

“So uh, are you losing your mind now?” He whispers teasingly.

The way he utters the words with such yearning is a contrast to the shy look on his face. It’s a side of him you’re not ready for, but it’s one you’re thoroughly enjoying. It’s also pushing you to be even more shameless, as you nod and take his hand this time, placing it on your waist so you could feel his touch again. He’s gentle, trailing his fingers up and down your sides.

“I am,” you manage to say, and you wish he could tell by the way you’re panting that his effect on you is way beyond your control now, and that it’s something you want to embrace. You mirror his smile, soft and warm yet full of desire.

He makes his move, placing his hand on your cheek as he eliminates whatever distance is left. And he stands there, just one breath away.

“You have no idea how much I’ve been thinking about that night, wishing I’d done things differently,” he heaves, his eyes flitting to your lips constantly, “wishing I had been brave enough to do what I’ve been wanting to do for so long.”

You lick your lips in tandem with his, and once you feel him thumb your cheek, it’s all over for you. With a whisper of his name, you hold your breath, and the next thing you feel is his mouth on yours.

He kisses you deeply, expressing just how much he’s been wanting to do this. You smile as you return his desire, suddenly feeling like you’re floating, as if he’s some dream that you’re able to reach, like he’s that beautiful thing that’s tangible, that you can touch, that you can taste.

You moan once his tongue gains entrance, entangling with yours and dominating you immediately until he’s all you can breathe in. He cups your face, directing it where he wants, while his one hand trails down your back to knead your ass, as if to keep himself steady as he loses himself in you. Your breathing quickens even more as the pleasure rises, and with your fingers palming his chest and gripping his collar, he pushes you against his table.

He cages you and keeps you in place while he devours your lips, and you feel him all over you just as you wanted. You’re hypnotized by his scent, by his warm breath, and by the large hands that now grip your waist and lift you to sit on the edge of his desk.

Your mind is hazy, high on the drug that is his kiss, lust-filled and passionate and relentless. You yearn for him even more the longer you taste him, feel him, and there’s no part of you that wants this to end. Your moans push him to kiss you harder, leaving you a whimpering mess and with a mind that's truly unable to think a single thought outside of this trance-like feeling. His arms now wrap around you, and his hands, seemingly desperate to touch every part of you that he can, trail up and down your back, as if to caress you, as if to say that he won’t stop, that he won’t let you go.

Finally needing air, he removes his lips from yours only to travel to the most sensitive parts of you - on the shell of your ear that his tongue grazes repeatedly, and on your neck that he licks and sucks vigorously. You feel the chills all over your body, and you grind against him to try to satiate that growing need of yours, as you start to feel the dampness in your underwear. His hardening length makes you want everything he can give you, rules and boundaries be damned.

This isn’t like you but you’ve never felt this much pleasure and desire in all your life. Nothing could’ve prepared you for the ecstasy that kissing and feeling him would give. You feel his desperation and desire for you, as he grunts and moans your name, aching to feel more, to do more. You want to live in this moment, and then live it everyday, just take him in and take everything and give him everything.

But you should’ve known that some things are too good to be true. And much as you hope and imagine for things to turn out a certain way in belief that you deserve good things in this world, they don’t. Those don’t happen to people like you. There’s always something underneath it all, as the fantasy shatters like a glass ceiling breaking at his words.

“Stay, ___. Don’t leave,” he hums against you, the tip of his nose gliding against your neck as he takes in your scent. “Please don’t resign. I can’t… I—”

You feel frozen as you process what he’s said. “Wha-what?” You manage to ask, your mind slowly waking up now.

His lips take a pause at devouring your skin and he faces you, his chest heaving and his eyes glassy and pleading as he repeats his words.

“Don’t leave, ___. Don’t resign. Stay with me. I need you next to me.”

“Where is this coming from?” You demand, your heart racing now for a different reason, your anxiety building at how he could’ve known of your plans. You pull away to get a better look at him, with guilt now painting his eyes.

“I… I overheard you and Mr. Ri talking last night,” he admits shamefully. “I didn’t mean to. I was going to just walk away but you talked about leaving and what you feel about me and I just… I froze. I don’t want you to go anywhere, ___. I need you here.”

The silence drags on as you let his words settle, words you thought you wanted to hear. But not like this, you realize. This isn’t how you imagined he’d tell you he wants to be with you.

He attempts to cup your cheek again but you pull yourself back, the rejection breaking him this time.

“You knew I wanted to kiss you last week,” you start, your voice shaking as the pieces fit together. “You knew yet you pulled away. You let a whole week pass with this distance, with no attempt from you to talk to me about it, or to even tell me what you feel but then you learn last night, after listening to a conversation you had no part in, that I like you. And tonight, you kiss me because suddenly you need me? Because you want me to stay next to you?”

“I—” Jungkook starts, unable to say anything as you put it the way you do.

He’s wanted you for so long and always had reasons to keep his distance. He tried to gain the courage to talk to you this week, even as you avoided him, but he didn’t. There was just so much fear, so much worry about what he should do, about you asking him to forget about it, about possibly pushing you away even more. He didn’t intend for things to happen this way but for you to think that he’s only doing this in an attempt to keep you from resigning is all kinds of wrong, even if in hindsight, that’s exactly what it looks like. He could’ve said something earlier, he could’ve told you what he felt, and he would’ve been brave enough if he really wanted to.

“You knew how I felt and you kissed me so I’d stay,” you repeat. “You hate change and me leaving will change everything for you and this… this is how you make sure I don’t.”

Stepping down from the desk, you realize how much you’d lost yourself in him, with your skirt bunched up and your blouse all creased. You fix yourself, suddenly ashamed, and suddenly unsure where you stand. It took so much of you to admit what you felt for him and now it seems that he hadn’t been into you the way that you thought.

You want him with you, but he wants you here, that’s the difference.

“I… want you,” Jungkook says, the words suddenly hard for him to say, as he gets choked up at the distance you’re creating. “I guess I always have. I just couldn’t do anything because I had to be professional and there were boundaries I couldn’t cross. But I couldn’t help it. Those don’t matter to me anymore. Only you do.”

His pleading eyes ask you to believe him, to understand him this time. But your silence and the way you look at him in disappointment tell him it’s not something you’re able to do.

“I never thought you’d feel the same way,” he continues. “And now I know that you do and that just means we can figure it out, right? Staying means we get to be together everyday. We… we get to have this everyday. Don’t you… don’t you want that?”

This is when you realize that much as you want to believe in his sincerity, it’s hard when he thinks of you as a necessity. You make his life easier. You’re his assistant, after all. And that makes you unsure if he only wants you because he needs you, or if they’re just the same thing to him.

He didn’t even ask you why you wanted to leave. Maybe that should tell you enough.

“___, please. I just want to be with you.”

It’s also at this moment when you realize just how much you’ve fallen for him. You’d feared that if he asked you to stay, you would, and that means putting another person’s needs ahead of yours again, just like what you’ve done all these years. Staying would mean that you’d be unable to find yourself outside of all this, and you’ve given up too much not to choose your own happiness this time, even if it means saying goodbye to the person who also makes you happy.

Finding what little strength you have in you, you turn to him. “I don’t want to stay, Jungkook,” you say, your heart breaking as you utter the words, even more when you ask him to forget about everything that happened tonight. “We can’t do this. I can’t do this with you. Not like this. I’m so sorry.”

With your smashed heart in your hands, you do the hard thing and walk out the door, leaving in your wake a man whose broken pieces that you’ve put together all shattered once again.

Walking down the block to get to the bus stop feels like a marathon, as the street feels so long with the heavy burden you’re carrying weighing you down too much. But you manage to get there, only to decide that you’d much rather spend the ride home on your own. You turn to a street to hail a cab then realize once you get in one that it was the spot where Jungkook had seen you, drenched under the rain with a sprained ankle.

He healed parts of you that night, with his quiet assurance that you didn’t have to go through your struggles on your own. You’d hold on to that thought months later, though you’re unsure about now - much as things hurt at this moment, all you want is to be alone.

You get off two stops early and mindlessly walk towards the convenience store, thinking that some snacks for dinner would do. You don’t really feel like eating but your body’s needs are greater than your own desire to eat. Walking down the aisles, you decide you’re only good for some cup noodles tonight. You don’t even deserve boiled eggs that you suddenly craved, nor honey chips, and you definitely don’t deserve dessert after what you allowed to happen earlier.

You stop your movements once you realize you’re sitting on the same spot where you and Jungkook had eaten when he drove you home that night he took you to the park. It had been a terrible evening after that incident with your ex, but Jungkook was the protective one who helped shoulder all the anger that you were too exhausted to feel. He was a reliable and comforting presence, familiar yet new with his warmth. During the occasional moments in the weekend after when your mind would go to that night, you’d think of Jungkook and how he made you feel safe.

It feels too much, so you take your noodles and finish them on the bench outside. You walk home after, letting the crisp evening air envelop you as your mind replays what happened.

You don’t think you’ve ever wanted to feel someone the way you wanted to feel him, but you suppose that’s why it hurts as much as it does. You wanted him to want you as much as you did, and you were perhaps foolish to think he’d have the same reasons as you. Maybe you were really just stupid for feeling anything in the first place, knowing your place in his world. You’re everything convenient and easy and familiar and despite the week of walking on eggshells around him, you gave in so quickly. He knew what to do when it came to you.

And maybe that’s on you. You allowed yourself to feel so much for a man whose life is so intertwined with yours that it’s hard to know what’s real. Yet you know that despite all that, your desire for him is still too strong. It’s why you had to leave right away.

Another moment of him pleading for you to not resign and you might’ve given in again. Another second of hearing him ask you to be with him and you would’ve believed him - that there was sincerity in all that, that he’d be with you regardless if you stayed in the company or not. Now you’re left with the thought that the convenience was what he wanted, that as he crossed the line, it was all or nothing for him. And that you’d be the weak one, willing to give up what else you could be outside of all this just for him.

Perhaps you’re also asking for too much. He’s used to a life without much consequences to his actions. There’s a lot he doesn’t know, especially what you had to endure and give up to be here and what you want out of life now that you’re old enough to take control of it. Maybe for him, asking you to stay was that declaration and proof of his feelings; doing so took so much out of him already that thinking of what life would be like without being with you everyday was too hard of a reality to accept or work around.

You’re too out of it that you don’t realize that you’ve been standing outside your door. You’re thankful for the weekend at least. You’ll spend half of it in bed, and the other half preparing yourself for how you’ll face him again, and how you’ll finally say goodbye.

You enter and sigh at the warmth inside. Dropping your bag on the floor, you stand by your tiny dining table and take a bite off the apple you find in your fridge. You gaze at your shelf, the one filled with photos of your family and friends and a few more of different sceneries that you took using the disposable camera that Jungkook had gifted you for your birthday. It’s another reminder of how much a part of your life he’s become, how, of all the people in the world, he’d been the one to show you that capturing moments is a gift you shouldn’t take for granted.

You often wondered what moments he liked to capture. He doesn’t have photos in his penthouse other than those of structures and buildings that are artistically taken. There are framed old blueprints and historical pieces but nothing of him and the people in his life.

Maybe he doesn’t have good enough memories he wants to keep. For a short moment, you wished that the times he shared with you are ones he’d like to hold onto. But maybe the idea would hurt more - you’ll just be a memory like he would be to you.

You always wanted to keep only good ones of him, but the sight of him rooted in his spot and in shock as you turned him down is far from something you want to remember. He’s something you didn’t know you wanted, but he stands between you and the life you’ve always wished for yourself - one where you get to decide, to be free, to be happy.

He’ll let you go and forget all this, you think to yourself. You’ll be the one who walked away. And he’ll be the one who didn’t run after you.

Jungkook is stunned as he watches your retreating form. The sounds of your heels against the marble floor disappear as he remains unmoving from his spot in his room where he’d kissed you just moments earlier. You felt and tasted just like he imagined, and the moment his lips touched yours, he knew he’d want to keep kissing you over and over again.

It was the first time in a long time that he allowed himself to be honest about how he felt, giddy emotions included. It felt freeing to be able to admit all of that to you after all these months of denying it and walking around eggshells when it came to you. He’d been sure, after last night, that you felt the same way, even more when he felt how your body reacted and how your heart raced, aching for him as much as his heart was yearning for you.

You sounded hypnotizing, too. The way you’d moaned his name ignited something in him that none of the women he’d slept with had ever done before, and he knows it’s because he’d never felt anything genuine for them. They were good for the moment but he knew, especially the instance that he felt you close, that he wanted you for more than that. He wanted the soft touches and the gentle whispers, the longing looks and the intertwined hands. He wanted more than he thought he would, but during his most vulnerable state, he uttered the words he’d been dying to say since last night when he learned of your plans.

He asked you to stay. He told you he needs you, that he wants to be with you.

They sounded like pleas and maybe that’s what they were. From the deepest and coldest nooks of his heart, he was pleading for you to not leave. He’d finally admitted what he’d been so scared to accept, but all his words did were hurt you.

You insisted that all he cared about was the convenience of being together everyday, that you staying meant he’d get to keep all that was familiar. And he doesn’t know what would be taken away from you if you did.

You wanted him, too, didn’t you? Wasn’t that enough? And wasn’t being with him all that mattered?

Sure, there’d be complications, but those are things he knows you’d both be able to face, they’re things you can navigate around and figure out together because this isn't just a one-time, spur-of-the-moment type of thing. He wants all of you, everything with you, whatever it takes.

He hadn’t realized it until that second he held you in his arms. And then again when you pulled away, looked at him with glassy eyes, and told him you couldn’t stay.

He’d been too hurt to run after you. He didn’t know what to say then. How would he, when you’re the one who couldn’t commit to what you felt by staying around? He felt that betrayal, of that feeling of inadequacy, of his feelings for you not being enough. He bared his emotions to you after being so scared of doing so, and then you crushed his heart just like that, with his broken pieces that you’d just put together, scattered on the floor.

This isn’t like him. It’s been a long time since he’s allowed himself to feel so much for another person, to care for them, to want them in a way that scares him. But you showed him a life where it was possible to open himself up again, to find out what happiness could feel like this time, and in that same breath, you took it all away.

He’s not sure where to go from here. But he decides he’ll think about that tomorrow. Tonight, he just wants to forget. Tonight, he just wants to wallow in his sadness, erase the memory of your touch and the feel of your mouth against his, and let it all go.

Jungkook instructs Mr. Ri to go home. He’ll drive himself, he insists. There’s just no one right now he wants to be around.

He drinks a glass of whiskey for the road and manages to get home in one piece. He settles on the couch as he finishes another half bottle, then chugs down a few cans of beer after. The image of you gets blurry. His mouth numbs and he starts forgetting your taste on his lips, too.

His head falls on the pillow and his hand mindlessly reaches out. There’s no heartbeat that he feels; he’s forgotten how fast yours was already. The sound of your laughter and then of your moans is replaced with a buzzing in his ear as his mind starts to fall away.

The warmth of your body is gone but somehow he feels hot, so hot but he can’t get his clothes off. He struggles a little, his fingers aren’t doing their job so he gives up instead, curls into the corner of the couch, and for the briefest moment, he sees your smile so clearly. And then his mind drifts away completely, taking his confusion and yearning for you along with it.

At least for now, there’s not much of you he remembers. But somewhere deep inside, he knows that’ll all change when he wakes up in the morning and searches for you, knowing you won’t be around to tell him that everything is gonna be okay.

Hoseok massages his temple as his sixth call to his cousin in the last half hour remains unanswered.

“He’s still not picking up,” he groans, the unusual feeling of annoyance bubbling inside him at Jungkook’s irresponsibility.

It’s Saturday morning and some friends of their family flew from Europe last night for lunch at the Jeons’ estate. This gathering was scheduled in time for their grandfather’s death anniversary today, and it’s an event that Mr. Jeon was adamant that Jungkook and Hoseok attend as their respective families’ representatives and as heirs of the company. Those friends had been there when their grandfather built Jeon Corporation from the ground up, and welcoming them is a sign of respect for that friendship and for the memory of the man they’re celebrating today.

Jungkook had informed Mr. Ri that he’ll be driving himself to the estate and promised to be there before 11 AM, as what his father had requested. It’s half past that and he’s still nowhere to be found. He hasn’t been picking up his phone and his friends claim they don’t know where he is. Knowing how important today is, Hoseok wanted to accompany Mr. Ri in going to the younger man’s apartment to pick him up and find out why he’s late. When the elder Jeon asks, which he will, Hoseok would at least have a reason to give. It just better be a good one.

They both arrive at the building and are informed that Jungkook’s cars are still in their respective slots. He’s not in any of the amenities and the guards report that they haven’t seen him since he arrived on his own last night. He may not be a fan of these types of events but Jungkook always shows up. He knows what today means for their family; if not for his father, then at least for his grandfather, a man he respected and looked up to. If, for some reason, he failed to wake up, then he must be in a bad condition, and Hoseok either has to scold his cousin, or cover for him.

With no one answering the door, Mr. Ri uses his access and enters. It’s dark and quiet inside, with the blinds all closed. When he and Hoseok find Jungkook passed out on the couch with an empty whiskey bottle and beer cans on the floor, it’s the same moment that Mr. Ri’s phone rings, and it’s your name that lights up the screen.

“Hi, Mr. Ri,” you groggily say. “I’m sorry I missed your calls. I had a late night and just woke up. Is everything okay?”

“I’m not sure,” he sighs, as he watches Hoseok pull Jungkook from his cowering form in an attempt to get him to wake up.

“What do you mean?” You ask, standing from your bed now, suddenly awake.

“I was calling to ask if you knew where Jungkook was. Their family gathering is today and he was supposed to be at his parents’ house 30 minutes ago but he wasn’t. He wasn’t picking up our calls either.”

“Oh, I… I don’t know where he is,” you say softly, the mention of his name reminding you of what transpired last night, the image of Jungkook’s dejected look appearing in your mind. You worry about him though, wondering what time he got home. “Have you found him? Is he okay?”

“Hoseok and I are at his apartment and he’s passed out drunk,” Mr. Ri states, as Jungkook finally opens his eyes and mumbles some words that the older man has to walk closer to hear. “What happened last night, ___? Why is he calling your name? And why is he asking for you to come back?”

It shouldn’t come as a surprise to you that Jungkook had spent last night drinking his feelings away. You know enough from your time with him that it’s what he does when he’s stressed or mad or frustrated, and then he wakes up the next morning and hits the gym to deal with his hangover. There’s none of that today, apparently, and you stop yourself from instructing Mr. Ri to prepare him some lemon ginger tea.

“What happened last night, ___?” He repeats. “Did you fight?”

“We…” you start, knowing that if there’s anyone who has to know about last night, it’s the man on the other end of the phone. “We, uh… we kissed. And then he asked me not to resign then I pulled away.”

Walking towards the kitchen to hand Hoseok a glass of water, Mr. Ri asks if you’d told Jungkook of your plans, stating that he hadn’t told him about it.

“He overheard us talking last Thursday,” you respond. “He knew what I felt about him, kissed me, then asked me to stay. He said he didn’t want me to go, that he wanted to be with me, and that we could be together everyday. It didn’t feel right,” you continue, your voice shaking now as you recall the conversation. “It wasn’t supposed to happen that way. We were supposed to talk about it. He wasn’t supposed to use my feelings against me like that.”

“Did you tell him why you’re planning on leaving?”

“No… He just went on about needing me to be with him and I… I couldn’t bear it,” you say, feeling the tears dance around your eyes. “You told me that I could always leave but even then, I’d always have a reason to stay but it would be their reason, not mine. I finally built the courage to decide on this because you know I need this. I don’t want him to be my reason this time. Or else I’ll never be able to let all of it go.”

“I know,” Mr. Ri sighs, knowing more than anyone what you mean.

He’ll never be brave like you, but he understands that burden, that desire to just be free; he knows what it’s like to be held back even if it’s your own decision. Because at the end of the day, you’ll always think you have a debt to be paid. He knows he does, but he’ll always believe that you don’t. Surviving was always enough.

“But I think he has to know, ___,” he continues. “He wouldn’t let himself go through this kind of suffering if you don’t mean that much to him. You have to tell him the truth. And I mean everything. You owe it to yourself, too. I know he means a lot to you but you can’t move forward in any way, with or without him, if you’ll just keep him in the dark.”

You let Mr. Ri’s words settle. You told yourself the moment you entered the company that you won’t let your past define you, including your relationship with this family. You’ll work hard and everyone else will know you for that, and not for any other reason. You also knew that you’d spend every second of being here trying to prove to yourself that you’re capable, despite the irony that you were the one defining your time here based on your past that you just somehow couldn’t run away from.

You weren’t supposed to feel anything for Jungkook. You could’ve gone on with your plan of resigning without feeling bad that you were leaving him behind. And even in that alternative reality where he’d ask you to stay, it would’ve been easy to say no. What makes this difficult is that you started to care. You got scared that if he asked you, you would stay. And now that he did, you have to be stronger than your desire to be with him.

Leaving would be hard, but staying would be much harder.

You wish it was easy to make him understand. But you suppose without him knowing the truth, he wouldn’t be able to.

So you give Mr. Ri permission.

“I don’t know how to tell him,” you say. “You would. Make him understand. Maybe he’ll let me go. Maybe he’ll still come after me. And maybe he’ll forgive me, too.”

Mr. Ri hums and drops the call. He returns to the living room where Jungkook is now seated upright on the couch, downing his second glass of water and taking medicine to deal with the hangover. The blinds are now up, causing him to squint his eyes. At least he looks alive now.

“That was ___,” Mr. Ri says. “She was wondering how you were.”

“Did you tell her I look terrible?”Jungkook asks bitterly.

“I did. She also told me what happened.”

“What… happened?” Hoseok wonders. “Did you have a big fight?”

Knowing he has no way out of this, Jungkook tells the truth. “We, uh, we kissed,” he answers, earning him a gasp from his cousin, who clarifies that while he’s not that surprised, he’s curious as to why both of you aren’t together right now.

“___ plans on resigning. He asked her not to,” Mr. Ri answers. “But you… you have to let her go, Jungkook. She needs to learn who she is and what she can do without anything holding her back.”

“If that’s her reason, then she has to know that she can keep learning who she is and what she can do here, with me,” Jungkook insists, slowly gaining clarity, as all the words he couldn’t say last night suddenly come out so easily. “There’s so much she can do. If what we feel for each other is the issue and that means she can’t directly work for me, then there are other departments where she’d fit well in. This isn’t just about convenience for me. I want to see her everyday but having her around means I get to make sure she’s taken care of, that she’s treated well.”

“And then what? She’ll feel indebted to you because of that?” Mr. Ri counters. “This is more than just developing her skills or building her career, Jungkook. This is about being someone outside of this company. It’s about doing something without feeling like she constantly has to prove that she deserves what she has.”

“And she does. Who does she have to prove anything to? We’re beyond that. Everyone knows she’s capable.”

“She has to prove it to herself. It may be hard for you to understand but she… she won’t get to accept all that she is until she’s ridden herself of the burden she carries. For as long as she works for your family, she’ll always feel it.”

The words feel a little too personal, Jungkook thinks, as Mr. Ri talks about your insecurities as if he’d seen you live them, and perhaps he has. The older man witnessed those first few turbulent weeks, and having known you since you started working here through the CEO, perhaps Mr. Ri had seen how your spirit broke a little because of Jungkook.

But still, something about the way Mr. Ri looks sullenly at him says that there’s more to what the older man had seen, as if he himself is pleading for Jungkook to let you go this way, as if the care runs deep and the words carry so much more emotion.

“She needs this, Jungkook,” Mr. Ri continues. “She’s planned on leaving a few times before but her gratitude towards your family always pulled her back. If you really care about her, you won’t let that happen this time. If you want to be with her, you’ll have to do it without her being here. Regardless of what she feels for you, she needs this more. You can let her go without really letting her go, you have to know that.”

It all feels too much and Jungkook’s mind is filled with so many questions. What do you owe his family? How does proving yourself have anything to do with leaving the company? How does he fit into all this? What do you need time away for? And how can he be with you at the end of it? Would you still want that, given that he didn’t even ask you why?

“How are you sure that’s what she needs?” Jungkook asks, curiosity getting the best of him.

“I’ve known her for 20 years, Jungkook,” Mr. Ri sighs. “I know it’s what she believes.”

Jungkook may still be dealing with a hangover, but he knows his ears didn’t betray him. Twenty years, that’s how long you’ve known the man he trusts with his life, the man his father trusts with his family’s life.

The tale is an open secret. Ri Byung-hun was a kid who grew up in the streets. He tried to steal from Jungkook’s grandfather, whose construction business then was slowly taking off. The elder man took pity on the young teen and sent him to school, and Byung-hun showed his gratitude by working for the family, eventually becoming Jungkook’s father’s chauffeur, bodyguard, and closest confidant all in one. The loyalty goes both ways, and it’s stood the test of time.

Jungkook doesn’t know all the details but he knows enough. What he doesn’t know is who you are in Mr. Ri’s life, and why Jungkook hadn’t heard of you before.

“How do you know ___?” Jungkook finally manages to ask. “Who is she to you?”

“I know ___ because of her mother. And over 20 years ago, Cho Hye-soo was your father’s assistant.”

“She— what?”

Jungkook can’t hide his shock, and neither can Hoseok, who looks just as surprised about the truth as he is. His cousin would’ve been in his early teens at that time, and as it was when it came to their family’s children, training to become company heirs starts early, but they don’t get immersed until during their late teenage years.

“I… I know Mrs. Cho,” Hoseok says. “I’ve met her several times but I… I never knew. They never said anything.”

“It wasn’t something they wanted people to know,” Mr. Ri explains. “Other than both of your parents, I’m the only other person who does. Too much time has passed for people to make the connection. It was just better that no one knew.”

“What else did they not want people to know?” Jungkook asks. “What did ___ and her mom do? What… what do they owe our family?”

The elder man knew that at some point, Jungkook was going to have to learn the truth. He just didn’t think it would have to be under these conditions, and that he’d be the one telling the young man about how your lives are intertwined, that whatever pain you both carried growing up, those would always lead you back to each other.

“Your father and Hye-soo were no different to how you and ___ are,” Mr. Ri starts. “He’d just been appointed President and he was under a lot of pressure - from your grandfather, the Board, the rest of your family… He was always stressed and it didn’t help that he was a perfectionist, just like you. That obviously affected your family, but it also affected those who worked for him, especially Hye-soo, who felt that she had a lot to prove.”

She didn’t have a Seoul education but she was smart and resourceful, incredibly hardworking and devoted, something you inherited from her, the elder man shares. The similarities are striking, and Jungkook braces himself, hoping that they end there.

“She always had to work overtime, including weekends, and that took a lot of time away from being with ___. Hye-soo would leave her daughter in the library where her friend worked, and that seemed to be enough. But of course, it wasn’t easy, especially with a partner who lost his job and started drinking to cope.”

As Mr. Ri continues, Jungkook starts to fear something else, and so he asks.

“Did… did he hurt them?”

“He yelled a lot,” Mr. Ri answers. “I’d hear it sometimes during breaks when she’s on the phone with him and it crushed me every time. Hye-soo wouldn’t say much, just that he was a good guy who just didn’t know how to deal with hardships. She never justified his actions until of course, that piece of shit started hitting her.”

Jungkook’s heart breaks at the words, unable to imagine growing up in a household like that - feeling afraid, unsafe, and unfree.

“Hye-soo assured me that Kang-ho never hurt ___. She was good at that, at protecting her child. One time, she was called to work on a Saturday and that didn’t go well with him, but she… she always puts her daughter first, and that meant work would always be her priority because it’s what pays the bills and what sends her to school,” Mr. Ri narrates, his eyes growing more dejected by the second as he recalls those times.

“She was rushing and couldn’t properly conceal the bruise on her face. She was worried that’s why she took ___ with her. Hye-soo kept crying as your father asked her what happened. She apologized for being late and for bringing her daughter to work, and she asked to stay in the office for the night until she figured out where they could go. I had never seen her break down like that,” he says, his voice shaking now. “And I won’t forget how scared ___ looked. She was just 10 years old then, clinging to her mother and not wanting to let her go. We were all strangers to her but somehow, she knew that we were there to protect them.”

The silence goes on, as both men take in Mr. Ri’s words, but it’s Hoseok who asks what happened after, and eventually, what got you here.

“Mr. and Mrs. Jeon didn’t hesitate to help,” the older man shares. “They had Hye-soo and ___ stay at the staff house in their estate for a few nights until they got a new place to stay. I helped them get their stuff after Kang-ho figured out what was happening and ran. The police had a warrant for his arrest but they couldn’t find him for days.”

Turning to Jungkook, he adds, “your parents paid for all the legal and medical fees. Because Kang-ho knew they were helping, you all had to go away until he was found. Hye-soo and ___ went to Busan where he couldn’t trace them; your parents stayed in one of their houses in Gwangju while you and your brother were in Gwacheon.” Mr. Ri sighs at the memory as he recalls those days. “The reason why you were in that cabin was so they could protect you. I know you held a grudge against them for years because you thought they just left you there but they couldn’t stay with you, Jungkook. You were all in danger and they had to keep you and Jeong-sik safe.”

Jungkook looks back at that night when everything changed for him. Things already weren’t going well with his brother; the three-year gap and the way they were always compared kept them from getting along. His parents knew that, yet they still left him with Jeong-sik, who abandoned him in the woods when they played hide-and-seek. That’s where Jungkook was left alone, lost and scared under the rain, the thunder roaring as he yelled for someone to come. He’s always lived with that fear, always carried that memory of anger and blame within him that transformed into a habit of just pushing people away, of keeping them out because that was better to accept than the knowledge that people he trusted left him on his own.

But there’s a reason, he learns now, one that his parents kept from him to protect you and your mother, too. It’s all too much, but he thinks now that maybe there’s a reason why you were so patient with him, why you didn’t judge him that night at the guest house, why you somehow understood what he was so scared of. He doesn’t know if you know that the night at the cabin had anything to do with what you and your mother went through, but regardless, maybe that’s why he always felt so strongly about you. The connection he was yearning for was always there, it’s tied to something, and he realizes it’s tied to your shared past.

“Did the police find the man?” Jungkook asks now, his headache somehow worsening from all the things he’s learning. But he just wants to know that you weren’t even more hurt, that there was a way that his parents kept you safe.

“I did,” Mr. Ri responds. “I still had contact with people in the streets, and I left Gwacheon once I got a call that they knew where he was staying. I hunted him down and I handed him over… with a bloodied face and a few broken bones. They charged him for domestic violence and a few other crimes, including drug possession that would keep him in prison for years, long enough for Hye-soo and ___ to recover.”

“And what about you? Were you charged?” Jungkook wonders.

“No, I claimed self-defense and I—”

“But it wasn’t, was it?” Jungkook counters, knowing there’s more to what Mr. Ri is saying.

“It wasn’t,” the old man admits, turning away as he says the words. “I could’ve done more but I… I couldn’t lose myself to the anger even if it was all I felt. I knew Hye-soo wouldn’t have forgiven me if I did.”

“You loved her, didn’t you?” Jungkook says, dawning on him now that everything Mr. Ri had done was so he could protect your mother and you. He realizes that all the times that the elder man looked out for you was because he was looking out for someone he truly cared about, someone who mattered the most to the person who mattered the most to him.

“I did,” Mr. Ri sighs. “I still do.”

Jungkook recalls the night during the team building and the elder man’s words, about the woman he’d loved for so long, and that moving on from her meant expending all that love to those he cares about, and now Jungkook knows that he was referring to you.

“Did she know? And did she love you back?”

“She… she asked me to move to Busan with her and ___,” Mr. Ri answers, his eyes faraway as memories of that conversation come rushing back, how he’d wanted to just run away and build a life he never thought he could have with the woman he’d fallen so hard for, but how he had to make the hardest decision then, knowing it was going to haunt him for the rest of his life.

“Why didn’t you?” Jungkook wonders.

“I owe everything I have to your family, Jungkook,” Mr. Ri explains. “They gave me a second chance. Your grandfather got me off the streets, your father taught me everything I know, they… they had my records cleaned. They did it when I was a kid and they did it again when I was an adult. The only way I could ever pay them back was through my loyalty. I couldn’t leave, not after everything they’ve done for me.”

“But you loved her. She was your second chance,” Jungkook argues.

“And that love caused me to commit a crime I shouldn’t have. I was going to pay for it one way or another,” Mr. Ri responds. “That’s how I chose to do it, by letting her go, knowing that I’d be able to look after her and ___ better that way. Your father would protect me, and I would protect them. That’s… that’s how things go.”

It’s a tragic love story, Jungkook thinks. Two people who feel so much having to let each other go, their own pasts pushing them towards opposite directions. Decisions were made and that pulled them apart. He supposes that reciprocated feelings aren’t always enough.

“What happened after that?” Hoseok asks now, wanting to know as well how you and your mother managed, and if there’s any more danger that you face.

“They stayed in Busan for a few years. They only returned to Daegu after they learned that Kang-ho died in prison after acquiring some respiratory disease,” Mr. Ri replies. “Mr. and Mrs. Jeon helped with the move, too. They had me check on Hye-soo and ___ almost every month, just to make sure they were doing well. It was hard, of course. Hye-soo wasn’t earning the same as she was so she took another job just to keep ___ in a good school. Mr. Jeon knew that, so he kept offering to pay for her education but Hye-soo always turned him down. That continued until she got to college, and knowing that her mom won’t accept help again, ___ was the one who decided to take the offer. They paid for her tuition, and she eventually got an internship in the company. She took the job offer, too, and she’s just been working hard ever since, thinking that she has everything to prove.”

“Why does my father think he can buy people’s loyalty just like that?” Jungkook shakes his head in disbelief. “It traps people… it gives them no option.”

“I know it may seem that way but your father knows how important loyalty is, and it’s something that he gives, too. He trusts me just as much I trust him,” Mr. Ri defends. “But when it comes to Hye-soo and ___, it isn’t about loyalty but guilt. He blames himself for what happened to them. Even if it was all Kang-ho’s fault, your father always believed that if he hadn’t been so demanding, things wouldn’t have escalated. It was all the overtime, all the unfair requests that took Hye-soo’s time from her partner, from her daughter. He carries that guilt with him and how he treated her. In a way, I think that was his wake-up call. Work stopped consuming him after. He became considerate of his staff, asking about their families and how they’re doing. He tried to make it up to you and your brother but that seemed to be the hardest thing for him; he didn’t know how to get your trust back.”

“But wasnt ___ choosing to work here about loyalty? She stayed every time he asked her to. She wouldn’t have if she felt indebted to our family,” Jungkook remarks, not wanting to delve into his own relationship with his father.

“She wanted to repay them just so her mom would stop carrying that burden,” Mr. Ri says. “They were able to get away and build a new life where they were safe because of your parents and for ___, that always meant everything. She planned to work for them, but even a part of her felt that all the opportunities she was given was out of kindness. She always felt she didn’t deserve it but your parents also think they can’t ever make it up to her and her mother enough.”

At the silence, he continues. “People are complicated that way, I guess. We all have our own burdens to carry, our own past to deal with, our own actions to make peace with and accept. We make decisions based on what we think is best and just hope we don’t regret them in the future. But we also make them as a way to take control of our own lives. Even if I regret letting Hye-soo go, I at least did it knowing that I’ll either have another chance at being with her, or that someone else will. And someone did, and I know for a fact that he loves her and ___ with all of him.”

“In that sense, maybe resigning is ___’s way of taking control of her life this time, don’t you think?” Hoseok turns to Jungkook, understanding where you’re coming from now, as he knows the feeling of not having to constantly prove yourself to others. “She finally wants to let that burden go, to live as she wishes without feeling like she doesn’t deserve what she has, even if it means not being next to you the way she wants to. If you make her stay, how do you think she can move on from all this? How can you be sure she’s happy?”

Jungkook takes a deep breath, knowing it’s not enough to process everything he’s learned this morning. There’s that past he didn’t know he shared with you, there’s his relationship with his father that he doesn’t know how to mend, there’s his feelings for you, one that’s still so strong and inescapable.

And then there’s the thought that you’d known everything all along. You’ve been patient with him, you've been kind and understanding. Was that all because you felt like you had to? Because he’s the son of the people you feel that you owe a lot to?

It’s not that Jungkook doubts your feelings for him, but he wonders if you do. Now that you’re able to make that decision to leave, what if walking away from his family also means you realize that your feelings are tied to that indebtedness, too? How real was it for you? And after you find yourself outside of all this, would you still want him?

The thoughts make his heart break, and this tells him that after knowing everything, he still can’t deny what he feels about you. He still wants you just as much. Maybe the familiarity he always felt was because you are familiar. Maybe the connection was because of a painful past you both share, of a kind of pain you both understand. Maybe the intensity of feelings is a remnant from his childhood, one that’s tied to yours in a serendipitous way.

He’d like to think that even without knowing, you held out for him. You could’ve chosen to leave anytime before he came but you didn’t, and your paths crossed this way and he convinces himself that you were always meant to meet each other, that you were always meant to make up for how intertwined and unfortunate your lives are. You never met then but this time, when you did, it meant so much more. He could only hope that it’s something you hold onto as well, and that when you decide to finally walk away, it doesn’t mean you walk away from him completely, too.

“Kook, I know there’s a lot to think about but you have to get going,” Hoseok disrupts his thoughts. “Your father still wants us at that lunch. I know grandfather would, too.”

“You should go ahead, Hoseok,” Mr. Ri says. “Just make an excuse to your uncle and say I’m helping Jungkook fix up. We’ll head there right away.”

“No, tell him that I know,” Jungkook insists. “If… if he’s always wanted to mend our relationship, he and I have to start being honest with each other.”

“I will,” Hoseok says as he stands up to leave. “Get your head together, alright? You’re gonna be fine.”

Jungkook massages his temples, knowing that he doesn’t have time to get a workout in and rid himself of this terrible hangover. But he tries, as he takes a warm shower and asks Mr. Ri to prepare him a cup of lemon ginger tea and get some ginseng jelly for the ride.

The trip to his parents’ estate starts off quiet, but the thoughts in his head are so loud that the older man asks what else is bothering him.

“How was her time in Busan?” Jungkook asks.

“It was good. She was a shy kid but she found good people she trusted and that meant everything,” Mr. Ri answers. “I visited them often, even when they returned to Daegu. But I stopped once ___ moved back to Seoul after college. I’d ask her about her mother every now and then. It was nice to hear how well they’re doing, and how happy they are with their new family. Min-woo’s a good man and his daughters love Hye-soo and ___ so much. It turned out well for them. When I think about that, it’s really hard not to justify the decisions I made.”

“Will you make them again? If given the chance?”

“If I still think it’s what’s best then, then I would. Sometimes we make decisions because of the other person, not exactly for ourselves. Sometimes that’s how we realize just how much we love them, you know? When their happiness trumps our own.”

Jungkook merely hums. While he doesn’t think he’s at that point with you, he cares enough to want you to have that chance to find your happiness, in whatever form that may be. And if leaving the company is what it takes, then he knows you deserve that and more. It doesn’t change the fact that he wishes you can search for it while being with him, but perhaps it’s better if you find your way back to him instead. He’ll at least know you chose him, and not because you felt like you owed it to him to stay.

They make it to his parents’ estate over an hour late. The guests have arrived and Jungkook greets them before finding his father. When their eyes meet, there’s a look of sadness in the elder man’s eyes. Perhaps it’s understanding; maybe it’s an apology.

His mother gives him a long and tight hug, one that he savors for the first time in a long while. He remained distant from his parents after he decided to pursue further studies and then work in their office abroad. It’s a relationship he’s still navigating. While his mother has always been present and affectionate, Jungkook is the one who stopped reciprocating. It just seemed easier that way, but he realizes that he’s missed her warmth after taking it for granted all these years.

The lunch gathering lasts for a few hours. Jungkook tries to pay attention to the conversations since engaging requires too much from him, especially after the morning he’s had. But his father doesn’t reprimand him this time, and for that, he’s thankful. Hoseok keeps him on his toes though, but Jungkook’s mind constantly wanders towards you. He wonders how you got home last night, if you managed to get some rest, and if you’re spending your time being angry at him or if, by any chance, you’re missing him like he’s missing you.

It’s 5 PM by the time the last guest leaves, and with Hoseok and A-yeong needing to attend a dinner party, Jungkook is left to speak with his parents alone.

“I heard you know the truth now,” his father says as he sits across from Jungkook in the garden. “I’m sorry I kept it from you.”

“Did you intend for me not to know and find out from someone else?” Jungkook asks.

“___ applied to the company with the intention of contributing in a small way,” his father says. “She made it without any say from me and that’s a testament to her skills and capabilities. When we met after her first day, she asked that she not be treated any differently, and I agreed. I stayed true to my word and I kept my distance, but when I heard about how Mrs. Byun treated her, I knew I couldn’t just stand back. I encouraged her to apply for the EA position, knowing that she would be treated well. And with that, she asked me not to say who she is - not to Hoseok, and especially not to you. That’s not how she wants to be known. And I always respected her request.”

“Does it make any difference, son?” His mother asks. “Does knowing who she is to our family change the way you see her?”

“No, but it makes me wonder how she’d seen me all this time,” Jungkook says. “She put up with me despite how I treated her. She was kind even if I was distant. She… she let me open myself up and that’s… that’s why I like her. That's why I asked her to be with me.”

The surprise on his parents’ faces is immediate, but they stay calm, and it’s what prompts him to continue.

“I just hate to think that she suffered all that time because she still felt like she owed us. If you asked her to stay and help me, she wouldn’t have been able to turn you down. And what if… she’s confused her feelings for me for just… gratitude towards you?”

“Oh, my dear son,” his mother sighs, taking his hand as a form of comfort. “We are so sorry that all this has caused you to doubt her sincerity but if there’s one thing we know about ___ is that she’s genuine, and if you felt cared for by her, then she meant all that.”

“Yes, I did ask her to help you, because I knew that if there was someone who could get through to you, it would be her,” his father says this time.

“So you took advantage of her? Because you knew she’d do what you’d ask,” Jungkook huffs.

“I did that because I knew that she would care, that she would understand. Thinking about it now, perhaps I asked for too much,” the elder man shakes his head. “She’s a lot like her mother, and I’ve come to realize that you’re a lot like me. I needed someone like Hye-soo and somehow I just knew that you needed someone like ___. Both of you opening up and finding comfort in each other just happened, I suppose, and that’s not such a bad thing, is it?”

“I don’t know. Because now, she doubts what I feel and I’m not sure about what she feels, too,” Jungkook admits, letting his own insecurities get the better of him. He hates that he’s started to doubt you as well.

“If it matters, I’ve seen how she is with you. She cares about you, she worries about you. And the way you respond to her just means that your heart feels her sincerity, too,” his father responds. “Don’t let anger or fear taint that for you.”

“Aren’t you mad about what happened?” Jungkook wonders. “She’s my assistant and I ended up crossing a line. I kissed her. In my office.”

“Perhaps I should be,” his father hums. “But with her planning on resigning, I suppose you’re already feeling a lot of emotions about that. I don’t want to add anymore. You’re an adult and you know that your actions have consequences. You just have to deal with them now. And don’t ever do that again.”

There’s no anger in his father’s words. In fact, there’s comfort that Jungkook has never heard before. It suspends his worries only for a short moment, as he’s reminded that you indeed plan on leaving. When that is, he doesn’t know. But he’s gonna have to start dealing with your loss just as he needs to deal with his feelings for you. It’s all too complicated; getting together despite what you both feel isn’t that simple. Your happiness comes first. He knows he cares so much that it’s what he wants you to focus on.

“Letting her go now doesn’t mean you have to let her go for good,” his mother tells him. “She’ll choose you if that’s what her heart says. And at least then, you’ll know for sure that she still wants you after everything.”

Jungkook’s parents’ words echo in his mind for the rest of Saturday that he spends in his living room, choosing wine as his companion for the evening. There’s no intention of getting hammered unlike the night before though. The drink calms him down and allows him to have proper sleep this time. He spends the most of his Sunday in bed, thinking about you, then attempting to remove you from his mind.

Not wanting to deal with any more tension, he instructs Mr. Ri that Monday to just drive you straight to the office. Jungkook arrives and sees you stand up to greet him as he walks through the hallway, and he responds with a nod as his own greeting before heading straight to his room.

There’s that feeling again - of missing you, of hoping he could fix things but not knowing how, of wanting to ask you to stay but knowing he has to let you go, and of wishing that when he does, you’ll find your way back to him again. He shakes off the thoughts during that short walk to his desk, feeling himself weaken with every moment that he spends far away from you.

Jungkook takes his seat and sighs as another day starts without his usual routine. Knowing he has no other choice, he pushes on. From his periphery, he sees you glancing at him through the window, and a part of him wishes it’s your attempt at seeing if you could speak with him, maybe ask if you could talk about what happened later on or about what he now knows about you. Or anything, really. He just wants to hear your voice again. Hopefully see your smile. Despite all his doubts about you, the emptiness he feels tells him that nothing’s changed - what he feels for you is real, and he might not know what’ll happen next, but he at least knows that what he wants is to be with you; he hopes he’ll figure out how to do that with you.

He sees you glance at him again and it sparks a bit of hope. That is, until he spots the envelope on his desk, and inside it, your resignation letter.

He tries to act unaffected as he reads what you’ve written. It’s straight to the point, as you narrate your journey in the company, having started as an intern and then working in logistics before finding your footing as the Vice President’s assistant. You list the skills you’ve developed and other things you’ve learned but that you think it’s time to venture into something new and different, noting how you’ll take all your experiences with you in this new stage of your life.

You thank him for his guidance, and he almost breaks towards the end when you mention the Arts Center. You apologize for leaving before its completion, but you’re thankful because it allowed you to appreciate the beauty of things, that it made you understand the value of meaning and connection, and that his passion for it pushed you to find something that you want to be passionate about, too. You’ve given him something, and now he knows that in his own way, he’s given something to you, too.

You type away on your desktop while not-so-discreetly peeking into Jungkook’s office to see his reaction to your letter. Your plan was to resign after the Arts Center was launched, knowing how big of a project it is that needs all of Jungkook’s attention. He can’t be distracted, and a part of you scolds yourself for being selfish about deciding to do this now.

But you also knew that you couldn’t delay it any longer. After what happened last Friday, you didn’t know how you could face him again, especially now that he knows everything. It didn’t feel right to continue on, not just because of your feelings but because you crossed a line - you kissed and did all that in his office. That itself is unacceptable; it almost feels like a betrayal to his family, whom you’ll have to painfully say goodbye to as well.

Mr. Ri visited you yesterday to give you comfort, knowing that you’d choose to go through this on your own again. Jungkook was devastated but was worried about you more than anything, you were told, and somehow that made the decision less difficult but still painful to make. You don’t know if he’ll ever truly understand, especially if finding yourself means letting him go despite the happiness he gives you.

It’s not everyday you find someone you feel so much for, but then again, human beings are complicated - they can want something and be scared of it at the same time; they can have the chance to have it but doubt it all the same. What you feel for him should be enough to dispel your worries about his sincerity but there’s too much going on in your mind at this point. Right now, you just want to get away. With him learning the truth, you suppose he needs time to process all that as well.

You’ll miss him though. You’ll miss everything about this place. But you’ll miss him the most.

Your phone ringing disrupts your thoughts, and your heart races when you hear Jungkook’s voice on the other end.

“Ms. Cho, please come to my office.”

You calm your nerves and find the strength to get off your seat and walk towards him. He’d been expressionless the whole time, and you wonder if he’ll hold off your resignation because it’s terrible timing. Either way, you try to prepare yourself for what’s to come.

But clearly, you didn’t do so enough, as you’re still left speechless when he holds out an envelope for you to take, the sight of his hands that once held you close breaking your heart again.

“I accept your resignation,” he says, his voice low and firm, his eyes not fully meeting yours. “You have a month until your last day but you have two weeks worth of vacation and I urge you to take them before you leave.”

“Thank you, sir,” you manage to say, your voice soft and shaking compared to his. “I… I will.”

“And this is your recommendation letter,” he says, handing you another envelope. “You’ve shown exceptional skills throughout your tenure here, Ms. Cho. Everyone you’ve worked with says so, and I’ve seen that firsthand. I’m sure that wherever you decide to work after this, you’ll be another great asset. And my family wishes you good luck in your future endeavors. Thank you for all that you’ve done for us.”

The words are too formal, too professional for your liking, and this breaks your heart even more. But you suppose there’s no other way to do it. You’re the one leaving; you’re the one who pulled away. After everything that’s happened, you’re the one who walked out to find your happiness when Jungkook needed you the most, and you could only hope that one day, he’ll forgive you for it. That he’ll forgive you for all of it.

“Thank you, Mr. Jeon,” you bow in thanks. “I’ve said it all in my letter but once again, I appreciate everything you’ve taught me.”

You bravely look him in the eyes as he seems to have found the courage to look at you, and the longer you do, the harder it all becomes.

“Shall I commence the process of finding my replacement, sir?” You ask.

“There is no need,” he replies. “I’ve received approval from my father to have Lucas come in as my assistant effective immediately. He’s scheduled to arrive this week, so you can spend the remaining time you have here turning over everything to him. I will announce your resignation to the team before then. You can also begin the offboarding process with HR so that there are no delays.”

“Understood, Mr. Jeon,” you say, the light in your eyes dimming as each second passes by.

“Is there anything else I could do to help you, Ms. Cho?”

There’s a prolonged moment where you and Jungkook just look at each other, his eyes tinged with a kind of sadness that you perhaps mirror, with words swimming in your own heads that neither of you wants to say out loud.

You wish he’d say that he’s okay, that he forgives you, and that he hopes it didn’t have to be this way.

He wishes you’d say that you’re sorry for leaving him, that you’ll be thinking about him, and that you hope you’ll find your way back to him again.

You want to tell him that he’s all you could think about, that you’ll miss him everyday, that you’ll search for beautiful things that are tangible like you said you would, and hope they would lead you back to him.

He wants to say that he’ll look for you everywhere, that he’ll hold onto every good memory you have together, that he hopes you find whatever makes you happy, and that he’ll wait for you until you realize that it could be him.

But the moment passes and then it’s gone. You bow once more and head out the door.

You take your seat and will yourself not to cry. You can’t help it though, even as you press your palms against your ears to drown out the sounds of your own sadness, of your heart’s call of his name even if you’re the one walking away.

You let the tears fall, a reminder that you’d done this, and that for the first time in your life, you’re crying over losing someone, even if he was someone you didn’t have in the first place.

Maybe you weren’t meant to have him at all.

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ִ ࣪𖤐◞ ꙳ ๋࣭ ⭑ `✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩Workaholic ִ࣪𖤐◞ ꙳ ๋࣭ ⭑ `✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

Synopsis: The one where you fuck in his studio

Warnings: oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, dirty talk, public sex (kinda) , flashback to virgin reader, established relationship.

Pairing: producer!jk x fem!reader

a/n: you guys are so fast because how are we already almost at 400 followers.

(requested by anon)

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Your tired eyes slowly flutter open, squinting because of the bright light of jungkooks studio.

Your eyes immediately land on jungkook, still sitting in the same place he was before you fell asleep. His head was in his hands as he replays the song over and over again, you still weren't quite sure what was wrong with it. It sounded perfect to you.

"What time is it?" you ask, your voice groggy as you sit up and rub your eyes.

No reply, holy fuck. He was so absorbed in his work lately & it was beginning to annoy you. He was stressing himself out big time.

Finally yell his name, and he turns his attention towards you.

You can clearly see the exhaustion on his face. Dark circles were beginning to form under his eyes, and you couldn't read his expression at all.

"We need to go home jungkook... it's late." you didn't really know what time it was, but you could feel that you'd been asleep for a while. And either way, he'd been at the studio for eight hours before you'd fallen asleep.

He shakes his head, pointing at his computer lazily. "I just.. I gotta finish this then we can go." sleepiness is evident in his tone, and you refused to let him overwork himself like this any longer. It was getting ridiculous.

You sigh in annoyance and a bit of disappoint at his stubbornness. "You've been here all day." you say, standing up and walking over to his seat to massage his shoulders.

He lets out a groan at the feeling of you rubbing away all of the tension. Deep down he knew he should be home right now, cuddling with you in your shared bed. He just felt like he couldn't sleep properly until the song was perfect.

He takes notice to how you begin to pepper small kisses down his neck, leaving tiny red lipstick stains with the new product he'd bought you just a week ago.

"Y/n..." he says, dragging your name out for a minute- not even realizing how his head has slowly tipped to the side to give you more access.

Both of your hands sit still on his shoulders now, lips moving up to his ear. "Let's go home.." you whisper out, not hiding the sensual undertone in your voice.

He gives a breathy sigh, slowly pulling you around to the front of him so he can see your face. He sits his hands on your covered hips, looking into your eyes as if he was thinking about something.

"What're you trying to do?" he was catching on, slowly but surely.

Your fingers play with the collar of his plaid shirt, biting your lips as you try to find the right words to say without being too direct.

"I wanna help you relax." you move back slightly to rest your back on the edge of his desk, toying with the waistband of your skirt- slipping your fingers under the material every so often.

For a split second it looks like he could be considering it, but afterward he shakes his head.

"We can't."

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The wet muscles of jungkooks tounge repeatedly licks around your soft clit, pulling your cheeks apart to get a better view.

Obviously, It didn't take much more convincing to get him to loosen up.

Your arousals now smeared onto the inside of your thighs, and all over jungkooks lips. He'd been at it for ten minutes now, still not having enough of the way you squirmed around him- and the way he had to keep shushing you to make sure you kept quiet.

His studio was in fact soundproof, he just loved the way you looked when he forced you to keep quiet.

"Know you love getting your pussy ate." he mumbles, face still buried far between your thighs as he pushes his tounge in and out of your slippery hole- just waiting for him to push his dick inside of you.

You don't even answer him, legs shaking as he brings you right to the brink of orgasm- your leg pulls away from his grip just to prop it up on his desk, giving him more room to do whatever he pleased.

You can feel his lips curve into a smile right on your cunt before he pulls away, making you whine in disappointment.

"Patience baby." he says, slapping his pink tip on your ass cheeks- switching between both sides just to tease you.

He grunts when you push your ass back against him, clearly tired of the teasing. You just wanted him to fuck you.

He senses your need, and doesn't make you wait any longer. Pushing the fat head of his dick in between your folds & into your dripping cunt.

You suck him in with no problem. Your walls quickly adjusting to the size of his dick.

Jungkook was huge- no exaggeration.

You'd come a long way since the first time you both had sex. And oh boy was it was hell the first time around, you remember the day all too well.

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"It hurts.." jungkooks hold on your thighs softens up, slowly lowering your foot down to the bed.

You try to focus on anything else other than the stretch you were feeling down there, keeping your eyes on his chain hanging down into your face before he sits up- still only halfway inside of you.

"I can pull out- we don't have to go all the way baby." he wipes away some of the tears still on your cheeks, grabbing the base of his dick and beginning to pull out of you.

You shake your head urgently, pulling him back down over you so he doesn't move.

You wanted this so bad, and the last thing you wanted was for him to stop just because of a little pain. "Keep going.. i want it." you whisper, and he gives you a concerned look- both his hands on either side of you to keep himself up.

"You sure?" he asks, his voice soft and caring. He wanted to make sure you were okay with everything he was doing.

"I'm sure."

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You almost laugh at the thought, because that was nothing compared to the way he was fucking into you now. His hand already had pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail, slamming his hips into your ass.

It was a good thing you liked the rough sex, because right now he had no desire of going slow- too focused on relieving himself of all the pleasure he deprived himself of this entire week.

"You like that? Like getting bent over my desk like this?" you let a couple moans spill past your lips now, not bothering to cover your mouth anymore.

Your pussy fluttered around him as he snaps his hips into you, making sure to push every inch into your cunt before drawing back out.

"Y-Yeah.. fucking me so good.." your voice is soft and breathy, out of breath from the way he was fucking you with such force.

He presses his sweaty chest to your back, lightly sucking on your neck as he squeezes the flesh of your breasts.

He slips his cold hand into your flimsy top, toying with your nipple between his fingers. He continues the assault on your vulnerable neck, only moving away from it when there's a nice pinkish bruise left.

"Your squeezin' the shit out of me baby-" his deep voice was choppy, thrusts slowing a bit since you were gripping him so hard.

You couldn't help it, seriously. Everytime he fucked you- you were insanely tight.

"Sorry-" you mutter, poking your ass out so you can meet his thrusts.

You finally make the effort to turn your head and look straight at him, finding the way he was staring down at your cunt so sexy.

When he notices you staring at him, he fastens his thrusts again. He wanted to do this forever- let you come into his studio whenever he thought about your needy ass.

He'd fuck the shit out of you any chance he got.

"I'm gonna cum-" you say, whining pathetically as he grins at you. He reaches under your body, rubbing frantic circles around your clit to push you right over the edge.

"Cmon.. cum for me." his tone makes you realease everything you were holding in, falling apart around his still stiff dick.

He gives a few more punishing thrusts to your sore cunt, soon pulling out and flipping you around to push you onto your knees.

You already knew what to do, opening your mouth and sticking out your tounge for him like the good girl you were.

The sight of you being so obedient made him smile, moaning as he jerks himself off- his tip right above your face.

"Gonna let me cum all on your face? Yeah?" you nod in urgency, gripping his thigh as he lets out one last pleasured grunt.

Spurts of his cum fall messily from his tip, his head thrown back as he finally reaches his long awaited orgasm. He looks down at you when he recovers, taking in a shuddery breath when he sees you swiping his cum off of your face and into your mouth to clean it up.

"Your such a good girl- shit." he pulls you up by the arm, taking your face into his hands and bringing you into a loving kiss.

He pushes his tounge past your lips, and the fact you can still taste yourself makes you let out a small giggle when you pull away from him.

"What?" he says, giving you a grin as he pulls down the sides of your skirt to cover you up again.

"Nothing."

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kooklovee · 12 days

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Blank Pages. JJK [m]

bestfriend!jungkook x reader

Genre: one-shot; smut; romance; non-idol!jk; f2l

Words: 8k

Synopsis: You have a secret: you're a popular writer on Wattpad. The worst thing that could happen is your best friend Jungkook to discover that your erotic novels are about him...

Warning: protected sex; oral sex (f. receiving); writing of sex scenes

JK was pounding into me at an animalistic pace. I couldn't help screaming his name due to the overstimulation of the three precedent orgasms. His grip around my hips tightened as he was reaching his high. A few more dick strokes were provided before I could feel his hot shots of cum inside my pussy.

It didn't take long for the both of us to fall asleep, exhausted by the intense sex ride.

Your cheeks are red when you finish posting the new chapter of your story on your Wattpad account. Vivid images of the imaginary roll in the hay fill your brain — and your panties with wetness. You always feel the same after writing a sex scene starring your best friend: horny and guilty. You can't imagine how Jungkook would react if he knew he was the main character of a popular erotic online novel... You would die of embarrassment, knowing your best friend, whom you are madly in love with, had discovered your deepest sexual fantasies — featuring him. On the other hand, writing those filthy stories is your way to control both your feelings and your desires. Jungkook is your best friend, you can't risk your friendship.

You didn't have any thoughts other than trying to contain your sexual attraction for him when you created your Wattpad account. You had never thought that so many people would read your stories. You can't deny that you feel kind of proud that people love your writings but you also feel horrified that so many strangers are fantasying — and obviously masturbating — on your best friend. You are so glad that you kind of anonymized him by using his nickname JK. You mean, people could think it stands for Jin-Keon, right?

Just as if you needed some reminder that your writing is nothing but fiction, your phone screen brights up to notify a new message from the very same Jungkook.

'Hi, buddy! We're going to the club with the guys, wanna join?'

You hate so much when Jungkook calls you 'buddy'. It's so far away from the nicknames you wish he'd give you. In your stories, JK always uses 'baby', 'babe', sweetheart' and this is what you want... Not a stupid 'buddy' like you were his classmate in sixth grade!

You growl in frustration and answer that you're too tired and you're just going to bed. Your best friend replies that he is disappointed not to see you tonight and you hate how your weak stupid heart melts at that. You are also disappointed not to see him tonight or every single day of your life. You wish you could go home after work and know that Jungkook is waiting for you before heading to bed, together. You know damn well those are silly thoughts and maybe that's why they hurt so much. They are too far away from reality.

As you think.

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You hum, half-asleep as you feel something moving against you. You tighten your arms around the thing next to you to keep it still. However, it moves again to softly caress your hair.

"Y/N, let's go to bed" A whispered voice says

You lowly growl and bury your face deeper into the thing you're hugging. If you weren't in this sleepy state, you could notice that what you have in your arms is actually Jungkook. He doesn't really mind and it's not the first time your movie night ends up with you falling asleep. He'd just let you gradually collapse on him because he knows you always feel cold when you are sleeping. So he is happy to provide some warmth while you're visiting Morpheus' world. He even rested his arm around your shoulders to be a little more comfortable to watch the end of the movie — and enjoying this excuse to hug you.

But now, the film has ended and the couch is not the best place for a full night of slumber. Jungkook sighs when he accepts the fact that you just won't wake up. He tries, as gently as he can, to stand up and lifts you up in his arms. He pushes his bedroom door open with his foot, which causes him to almost loose balance. Finally, his mission is a success when he lands you on his bed without waking you. He smiles softly as he looks at you. He wonders what you are dreaming about right now. Are you having nightmares because of the horror movie? Or are you in a happy place full of your loved ones? He hopes for the latest.

He heads to the bathroom, brushes his teeth and joins you in bed. He knows you don't bother sleeping with him — it's not the first time either. And honestly, if he knew your feelings for him, he could be even more aware of how poorly you care. He makes sure the covers are tightly wrapped around you and scoots closer to hug you. He likes how your smaller body fits in his embrace — it's way better than his usual pillow. He gives you a small peck on the top of your hair and follows you in dreamland.

The sunlight coming through the unwell closed curtains wakes you up. You're surprised not to feel cold as usual in the morning. You want to lift your hand to rub your swollen eyes but you can't: something, or more like someone is completely wrapped around you. Your eyes snap open when you realize it's Jungkook. You turn your head and your heart melts at the sight: his sleepy face is so cute, especially with his pouty lips. You're close enough to clearly see his scar on the cheek as well as the little molds on his nose and under his lower lip. You wish you could taste its softness. You move carefully to free one arm and you caress your best friend's hair as softly as you can to not wake him up. You almost moan when you feel how silky it is underneath your fingertips. God, Jungkook is so perfect that it hurts to look at him.

Your heart beats fast in your chest due to the proximity but it suddenly stops when Jungkook, in his sleepless, presses you closer against his body. And then, you feel it. As clear as day. His morning wood. It stands hard against your lower belly and you gulp. Does your saliva drive straight to your pussy? Because your panties are now soaked. Oh god, Jungkook's cock is pressed against you and you love it. All kind of sinful scenarios take control of your brain and you wish your best friend was a sleepwalker but more like a sleepfucker. Okay, you are clearly deranged...

A normal person would try to bring some space between your two bodies but you do the opposite: you scoot closer, almost grinding on his boner.

Small sleepy growls from Jungkook make you stop moving as you really don't want your best friend to know how much of a sexual freak he is turning you into.

"Good morning, goober" Jungkook says with his sexy raspy voice before kissing your forehead

"Hi" You reply with cheeks as red as a tomato

Fuck, you still feel his dick but Jungkook doesn't seem in a rush of stepping away. Does he not feel it? Or maybe he does and he needs some friction because he fucking holds you tighter. You wish you could feel embarrassed but it's not the main emotion you experience: your horniness takes the most of you. If Jungkook doesn't release you soon, you could jump on him to ride him. Perhaps all the hot sex scenes you have written are messing up with your brain and you can't distance fantasy from reality.

(Un)fortunately, your best friend frees you to stretch. You try your best not to peak at the tent of the sheets caused by his hard-on. Jungkook leaves the bed and stands up in front of you, asking about breakfast with a very distant — according to you — voice. However, you can't focus on any words he is saying because the only thing that gets your attention is his — huge — bulge in his boxing shorts. He clearly doesn't wear any briefs and your mouth waters at the fact there is just one layer of fabric separating you from his cock — and also a whole moral code but you can't care about it right now. On the hand, it's not like Jungkook would stop you but you don't have any idea of it. A sparkle of playfulness brightens his doe eyes as he notices how you are gazing at his dick.

"Are you even listening to me?" Jungkook asks while snapping his fingers right in front of your face

"I-Jungkook, you..." You start but struggle to find the words that won't make you look like a sexual freak

"What?"

"You, uhm, seem to be awaken" You eventually decide to say

Jungkook looks at you with a faked questioning face and you point at this crotch. Rather than to be embarrassed, your best friend smirks proudly.

"Impressed, right?" He teases you and your cheeks take a new brighter tint of red

"Jungkook!" You scold him but you secretly are impressed by his obvious blessed area — way bigger than you have wrote

Your best friend just laughs with his childlike cheerful chuckle and announces that he'll cook some rice with sausages. You fall back on the bed, sighing in frustration. Jungkook is driving you crazy and you wish you could take off his wry smile by sitting on his pretty face. However, you decide it would be wiser to just sit on a chair and have breakfast with him.

"I could like to go to Songdo Beach today and go on a ride of the Busan AirCruise" You say at one point, your mouth full of food which makes barely impossible for Jungkook to understand you

"Why? You already did it a hundred of times"

"But it's raining today!" You pout "You know I love the atmosphere the rain gives to the skyline"

Your best friend does know it. You have told him countless of times how relaxing you find the sound of the rain on the glass cable car and the pale blue, almost lavender color, the Busan sky gets tinted on rainy days. Jungkook sighs to pretend it's a burden to go with you but you both know he likes it too.

As usual, the queue is not that long. Busan people tend to stay home or to take shelter in the numerous trendy coffees. What a shame people don't appreciate how nice it is to fly upon the near ocean while raindrops surround you. As usual, Jungkook buys the tickets for the two of you. You don't quite understand why he insists every time to pay but you can't deny it is heart-warming. Your best friend knows it's one of the things you love the most in life so he just wants you to enjoy it entirely.

A soft smile paints your lips as you step in the cable car. Slowly elevating you in the sky, you watch the nearby buildings growing away between the big and round drops of water. The sight is blurred yet so poetic. The glass floor allows you to take a peak at the waves and if you look at the ocean side, you can see some huge cargo boats, waiting in Busan bay to deliver their merchandise.

The calm atmosphere, enhanced by the melody of the rain on the glass, soothes you. However, Jungkook couldn't just let you be and he suddenly moves to make the cable car swing. You scream and scold him which only makes him laugh. As usual.

"Let's take a picture" Jungkook says while pulling off his phone from his oversized bomber jacket pocket

Then, he sits next to you and frames to crystalize both your two faces and the skyline in the background on the photo. You and your best friend smile brightly. If someone asks Jungkook right now, he could say that it's one of sunniest days ever because of how radiant you are.

"A last one" Jungkook announces

He clicks on the button to snap the picture at the exact moment he pecks your cheek. The photo clearly notifies how surprised you were, your eyes growing wider and your mouth slightly opened. However, your shy face mixed with your blushed cheeks make you really, really cute in Jungkook's opinion. He can only chuckle as he gazes at the picture with affection eyes. He will definitely make it his new wallpaper.

However, the small peck you have received from your best friend moves you more than it should. Your heart beats so loud in your chest that it seems to echoes down to your toes. You try to calm down and you resonate: it doesn't mean anything for your best friend. It's just a small friendly peck. Fuck, you write some erotic stories in which the characters fuck like beasts, you can't be all shaken up by a stupid kiss on the cheek!

You soothe your crazy heart by focusing on the view of the grey tinted skyline and on the few people defying the rain with their umbrellas. Deep down, you know it's the best memory you will have on the Busan cable car despite the numerous times you went on.

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"What do you think about this one?" Jungkook asks you a few days later while presenting another shirt in a dark blue color

You try hard to put a smile on your face to hide your painful chest. Does your best friend have any idea that helping him choosing an outfit for his date is torture for you? You could wince at the pain if you didn't have to act like normal.

"I think the white one is better" You answer nonetheless "You can't go wrong with it"

Jungkook nods and then finishes you completely: he casually takes off his t-shirt, flashing you with his so perfect buff chest. If it's true that you sometimes gripe when your best friend spends two hours at the gym, you are so thankful of it now. You practically drool when your eyes run through his flexing biceps — the right one delicately wrapped with ink —, his well-defined pecs and his fucking hot abs. You almost faint when your glance ends up its route on his very low pants, making his V-line and the hem of his black underwear visible. His skin seems so soft, your fingertips tickle at the thought of touching it. Fuck, this is better than anything you have ever written. You gulp when you think about all the nasty things you could like to do with Jungkook's torso.

"So, what do you think?"

Jungkook's question snaps you out of your fantasies but you have absolutely no idea of what he is talking about. Suddenly, the thread escaping from your jeans is very much interesting and you just pray that Jungkook hasn't noticed how you were eying him.

"About what?" You timidly ask

"Gogi Yummy, the restaurant I'm taking her to. Do you think it's a good idea?"

Your heart squeezes painfully when you think about Jungkook having a perfect date, doing everything you could like him to do, with someone else. You wish you could be a good best friend and be happy for him but the truth is that you love him too much not to feel hurt when he is going on a date.

"I think it's great" You reply as cheerful as you can be but still not looking to him in an attempt to hide the hurt in your eyes

"What about you?" Your best friend suddenly asks

"What about me?" You repeat his words with confusion, brows furrowed

"When are you going on a date?" He clarifies

You sigh while notifying him that you don't have time to look for a date. The real reason is obviously your feelings for Jungkook, you don't want anyone else but him.

"You know Jimin, right? The last time I saw him, he told me you were cute. Maybe you should give him a chance" Jungkook tells you with an encouraging tone but you only wince, which makes him sigh "Look, if my date goes well, we'll do something together, the four of us. This way, you won't feel pressured. How does it sound?"

Awful. But there is no way you'd confess that, especially when Jungkook is looking at you with his sparkling doe eyes and his so cute bunny smile. So you tell him that it's a great idea and you hope, even more than before, that his date is a disaster so you don't have to go on a double-date during which you won't be the partner of the person you love.

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JK was drawing delicious patterns on my clit with his tongue. I couldn't help tugging on his raven hair, not really knowing if it was to stop him or to urge him to do it harder. My breathe was cut when I felt a long and thick finger sliding into me, automatically making my walls clench around it.

"I'm close"I told JK, which provoked a proud smirk on his face

His only mission on Earth seemed to be providing me great orgasms — and he'd never failed.

"Come on, baby. Make me taste your yummy juices" He teased me, sending me on the edge

He stood up and took off this t-shirt so I could admire his delicate yet strong torso, the definition of perfection. His muscles were making me feel all kinds of butterflies in my stomach — or was it the remains of the orgasm? — and JK knew it well. He knew he was teasing me, and the way he was flexing his muscles proved me right. My mouth watered and my hand caressed the bulge of his six-pack. His tattoos always had an effect on me, making him as intriguing as sexy. A sin I wouldn't care to go to Hell for.

I wished I had time to enjoy it more but I had to go to work — JK's cunnilingus made me late as it made me come.

You save the last chapter and publish it on Wattpad. You stroll through the comments and smile when you read some very supportive ones. Almost every readers are in love with JK — only of they knew that real life Jungkook is one hundred times better. You sigh in content and close your laptop, ready to head to bed but your phone rings, stopping your plans of having a good and relaxing sleep.

'My date went great. Save your Friday night buddy cause we have a date ;)'

Why does your best friend have absolutely no clue of the draggers he is stabbing into your heart? To be fair, he went on this date because he thinks he doesn't stand a chance with you but you obviously don't know that. You growl and turn in your bed, tugging your sheets around you like if you were a burrito. Yes, going on a date with Jungkook is one of your dreams but going on a double-date with Jungkook having another date than you is a nightmare. You spend the night ramming through all the possible ways the date can go, which leads you to cry when scenarios of your best friend kissing a girl in front of you play in your mind.

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You growl while taking your clothes out of the washing machine. You don't what went wrong but it seems like every single pieces of clothing has sized down. Well, you could guess what went wrong: you were deep in thought and clicked on the wrong washing program. You sigh when you see your favorite dress... A slight and ridiculous hope that maybe it's not too bad makes you try it on, which takes you way more efforts than usual. But it only confirms what you thought: the red dress is now so tight that it looks like a second skin. The bottom hem barely covers your underwear and shows some of your ass in the back. And let's not talk about the neckline because it's worse: half of your bra is on display.

Of course, fate is never on your side — because it has been such a nice day so far. You hear your front door opening and it only means one thing: Jungkook is here. He is the only one to have a spare key — which was supposed to be for emergency but turned out to be a way to visit you without warning every time he is in the mood to. You start to panic but you don't have time to cover yourself as your best friend's pretty face appears. You feel embarrassed to show so much skin to Jungkook, even though you often fantasize about him seeing way much more. Shock — and some other expression that you could interpret as lust — paints his features. His eyes run through your very exposed body and your cheeks match the color of your 'dress'.

"Are you going to wear that?" Jungkook asks with a as natural as possible tone while he places his hands in front of his crotch to prevent you from noticing his growing boner

"Are you crazy?!" You defend yourself "I fucked up my laundry, that's all. I have no other choice than to throw away my favorite dress" You sigh in despair

On the other side, Jungkook likes the new style of the dress. It's now his favorite. Fuck, you're hot. You look so naughty. And it's even better when you turn around and some of your asscheeks are visible. He wonders how they would jiggle if he'd spanked you. He knows he shouldn't have this kind of thoughts about you but he can't help it. Your body is so fucking perfect. The peak he had of your big rounded tits, covered by your bra which led appear the shadow of your picky nipple, and the almost peak he had of your panties drive him mad. He does't think you should throw the dress away. You should keep it. For him. For when he fucks you.

Jungkook tries to get rid off those thoughts but his hard-on makes it difficult. When you send him off to change, he gladly accepts and opens your fridge, pretending he is looking for some soda, to let the cold soften his cock. You'll be the death of him.

"What are you doing here?" You asks, making your best friend jolt

Jungkook grabs a random can and turns around to discover you are now wearing your usual light green sweatpants and an oversized t-shit — former his, if he might add. You are really messing with his brain because earlier, with your tiny dress, he could pretend that his attraction was just a normal one of a guy seeing a sexily clothed girl. But now, even with a not so appealing outfit, he still thinks you're beautiful and hot.

You lift one brow when your best friend doesn't answer. Jungkook clears his throat and tries to gather his thoughts. He needs to focus on something other than you, otherwise he risks to cancel all his plans to fuck you against your washing machine.

"I wanted to ask you if you wanted to grab some food at PadThailand. It's been a while and I know you like it"

Your heart melts at the fact that Jungkook thought about you before ordering from one of your favorite restaurants. Your smile seems to illuminate the place, so much that your best friend wishes he had sunglasses. You nod with enthusiasm, spurring Jungkook to call the restaurant and book a table.

You've changed, for the third time of the day, into a simple jeans and long sleeves sailor top. You feel proud to match the area of PadThailand, the restaurant being close to one of the small ports of Busan. Delicious scents of fresh cooked fish fill the air, putting you in the mood of eating. You could even change your usual order and try the lemongrass cod fish. You giggle with eagerness, you can't wait to have your stomach full of delicious food.

"You look like you're in a good mood" Jungkook notices, a few meters from the restaurant location

"Of course!" You reply, cheerful "I'm going to one of my favorite restaurants and I'm with my favorite person"

You don't realize how your words made Jungkook stop his track. You continue your way to the door while Jungkook is trying his best to hide his wide bunny grin.

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Friday night. The day of your 'date'.

You did make an effort on your outfit, opting for a cute black denim skirt and silver top. Actually, you were quite surprise when you stepped into the restaurant and discovered that your clothes matched Jungkook's. Your heart skipped a beat at the thought that people around you would mistake you two as a couple. However, the euphoria left soon as your eyes landed on your best friend's date: a gorgeous girl named Minji. It took you everything you have to smile at her and lie while saying 'nice to meet you'.

Thankfully, the awkward silence that was getting set at your table disappears with Jimin's arrival. You can't deny that the brown haired man is handsome. Honestly, if you weren't so head over heels for Jungkook, you could kill to kiss Jimin's pulp lips. You also like the white light cotton t-shirt with longs sleeves Jimin chose to wear: the thin fabric gives a peak of his dark inked patterns. Do you have a tattoo kink? Well, it's definitely Jungkook's fault.

After ordering some drinks and food, you are starting to think that the night is not a complete torture — despite the occasional kisses between Jungkook and Minji. The girl is actually very nice and tries her best to find common tastes between the two of you. It honestly would be way easier if she were a bitch... You can't even hate her!

Jimin, on the other hand, is funny and shares a lot of stories of his last holidays which were a rollercoaster of unpleasant events. You don't have to force yourself to laugh and genuinely find his company pleasant. Yet, you can't imagine having feelings for someone other than Jungkook. You love him like you've never loved before. He swipes away every competition without even trying. He is more handsome, funnier, nicer than anyone else. He knows you more than anyone and he knows how to help you before you can even say you need him. It's like he can read in your mind, what a shame he can't see in your heart that it's full of him...

However, Jungkook begins to regret having set a date for you. Yes, he is Minji's date but it's just an attempt to stop thinking of you. Actually, he thought that if you were with Jimin, it would help him putting an end at his stupid crush. But the dragger in his heart when you smile at Jimin is a clear reminder that it's not just a silly crush... Jimin is having everything Jungkook wants to have with you. He wants to take you at the restaurant, as a date, just the two of you. He genuinely had more fun at PadThailand with you the other day — when he could pretend it was a real date, even if it was just in his head — than now with Minji. But he thinks you'll refuse if he asks you out, you have never acted like Jungkook could be something other than your best friend.

"Hey, Y/N" Minji starts with a cheerfulness that you can imagine innate in her "You said you love reading. You should follow this Wattpad account"

She hands you her phone and you stop breathing when your very username appears on the screen. Your whole body freezes and your blood is redirected in your legs to run away.

"The author is so good! Her writing is amazing" Minji continues

The compliments would please you in other circumstances but right now, it's the worst thing ever.

"And fun fact, the character of JK makes me think of you" She adds as a killer shot for you when she turns to address Jungkook

You feel so ashamed that you just keep your head down, the phone giving you a great excuse for it. You wish you could just curl up and die. Oh my god, what if Jungkook reads it? What if he knows it's about him? He will definitely know JK is supposed to be him! And he will fucking know how you dream about him fucking you in all kind of lustful fantasies! He'll think you're sick and deranged, there is no other way. He'll think you are obsessed with him and will cut all ties with you. Your throat is so tight that you can't even breath properly. You need to escape, far and fast.

You wait ten minutes not to sound suspicious and then fake an emergency, lying that you have received a text from one of your friends. Jimin, so kind by nature, offers you to drop you off but you refuse, even though you do appreciate the gesture. You basically run away and yell a taxi to head home as fast as possible.

Panic takes control of your body, making you shake and breath heavily. You walk back and forth in your bedroom as you wonder how you are going to get rid off this troubled situation. You definitely can't delete your Wattpad account now, it'd look way too suspicious. The only thing that soothe you is that Jungkook doesn't like reading so he won't look at your — erotic — stories. Right?

Why did you have to write those? You are so stupid, fantasizing on your best friend and making the whole world know! You should have kept your sexual dreams in your bed, rather than crystalizing them on white pages.

Your hands cover your burning cheeks before going to the bathroom and splashing some cold water on your face as a ridiculous attempt to wake up from this nightmare.

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Two weeks have passed since the double-date. Jungkook and you have hanged out like nothing happened — actually for Jungkook nothing happened. However, even though you really wanted to hide from him out of embarrassment, you couldn't without presenting yourself as the culprit of these stories. Your best friend was his usual self and he didn't even talk about your Wattpad account, which slowly relieved you. Like you said, Jungkook doesn't like reading, he won't do it so you can live your life without thinking about it anymore. You did stop writing though and you felt sad when you've read comments of people missing you and waiting for the next chapter.

What you don't know is that Minji has insisted so much, arguing that the main male lead of your story was just like Jungkook, that your best friend took on himself to browse through your Wattpad account. And he read everything. At first, he was quite amused at the resemblance: more than the JK name, the fictional character has black hair and tattoos just like him. The sex scenes were intense but still a little too soft for Jungkook who likes it real rough — but it's not like you can know it. But then, Jungkook grew suspicious, some scenes being very familiar to him. Like the one of the two main characters going to the beach but can't to swim because they forgot their swimsuits. Or the one when they were cooking together and JK seasoned the meal the narrator took hours to cook with sugar instead of salt. Another example was an argument between the two characters over the film they should watch at the theatre. Jungkook clearly remembered a very similar scene with you that ended up just like the book: him buying his own ticket for Fast&Furious and you throwing your popcorn on him.

A — absolutely ridiculous and impossible — thought came to his mind: were you the author? That couldn't be. You were his best friend, and you've never seemed to be interested in him — despite his endeavours he might add. But then, how could the scenes in this book be so much like the ones you two'd shared? And then, a crazier thought lighted up in his brain: are all the sex scenes you have written one of your desires? Would you like him to fuck you, to finger you, to lick you? Thinking about your pretty face torn by pleasure made him hard in his pants. He went though the hot scenes for a second time, trying to acknowledge what you like. As insane as it might seem, if Jungkook has the chance to, he'll fuck you and he wants to be prepared. Well, that's if you are indeed the author of the book. Which is such a foolish idea that he can't allow himself to grow too excited because the odds are not in Jungkook's favors.

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You are heading to Jungkook's place after receiving a text from him. He asked you if you wanted to watch a movie and you accepted. However, when you enter his apartment — you also have a spare key of your best friend's door —, the usual bowl of popcorn is no where to be seen. Jungkook has a ravishing look with his grey sweatpants and black oversized t-shirt. It's just his common look but it's so good on him.

"Hi" You greet him with a hug "You don't have any popcorn?"

"No, but maybe I have some underbaked cookies that we could eat with ice cream" He replies

You just freeze. Those underbaked cookies with ice cream are something you've written in your story. Did Jungkook read it? It's a catastrophe. You have to act like it's nothing, like you don't know what he means but god, you're such a shitty actress and your best friend knows you better than anyone else.

"Why would I want underbaked cookies?" You ask but your tone is so unsure that it only betrays you

"I don't know" Jungkook starts "Maybe because I'll get to eat you out to be fully satisfied"

Oh god. He. Did. Read. Everything. You wish the ground opened underneath your feet to swallow you whole. You throat is too dry to reply anything and your burning cheeks are screaming 'I'm the author! I'm guilty your Honor!'. You want to run away but you can't, your body refuses to move and you just keep looking down. You are so ashamed that your eyes get watery. Jungkook must hate you to have sexualized him like you did. Worse, you published this sexualized version of your best friend on the Internet and thousand of people have read it.

"Why did you write those stories?" Jungkook asks you

His tone is not harsh but not sweet either. It's just a little softer than neutral and it hurts in your heart.

"I don't know" You whisper with a shaky voice

"Don't lie to me, Y/N" Jungkook cups your face with his hands to force you to look into his so beautiful doe eyes "Tell me, I'm just trying to understand"

You are destabilized not to see any anger or disgust on your best friend's face. You thought he could be furious but he is not. He really seems curious to know. But that would mean you'd have to confess your feelings and you're not ready to hurt.

"It's just things that came to my mind" You half-lie

"So it doesn't mean anything?"

Your mouth opens in surprise at your best friend's question. Or more precisely at his tone. It's like he is hoping for it to mean something. You're taken aback. It's really not the reaction you expected. You remove his hand from your face so you can try to think again. You're lost in all the overwhelming emotions you're experiencing.

"I-" You start but nothing follows

You don't know what to say. Especially when Jungkook is looking at you with such an intense yet loving eye. Like he wants you. All of you. Your mind, your heart and your body. And you'll be happy to give them to him actually.

"Do you love me, Y/N?"

Once again, your eyes widen. You shouldn't be this surprised, it is just a logical question to ask after your interaction. You want to tell him but you're scared. Jungkook is perfect. He is the most handsome man but it's nothing compared to his personality. He is sweet and caring. He is hard-working and never gives up. He is supportive and always willing to help his friends. He is so perfect. Too perfect for you. You have nothing to offer him, he could find someone better just by snapping his fingers. But your best friend stops all those negative and destroying thoughts when he speaks again.

"You don't have to tell me" Jungkook says with a deep voice you've never heard before "I won't either. But I will show you"

With those last, enigmatic words, he cups your face with his tattooed hand. A immediate feeling of warmth rises upon the area he is touching. His thumb caresses your cheek, so delicately that you could think Jungkook is afraid to break you, but it soon drifts away to land on your bottom lip. The thinner and pinkish skin is soft underneath the pad of his finger and he can't wait any longer: he needs to feel the softness with his own mouth.

He kisses you and god, what a perfect kiss. The best one ever. His pulp lips feel like silk. The pressure is the right one: deep enough to draw butterflies in your stomach but not too much to completely overpower you. Jungkook wants to give you the opportunity to stop the kiss if you want to. But you surely don't want to. Quite the opposite: you want more.

Your hands go up to hide in his black hair to keep him close. It's the sign Jungkook waited to deepen the kiss. His hands are now on your back, pressing you closer against his strong body. Everything is just right. You seem to know each other's body like your own. Jungkook said he was going to show you he loved you and he does. The kiss is passionate but so loving at the same time. You have the feeling to fall in love with him all over again.

Without breaking the kiss, he leads you to his bedroom, which is easy since you know well his apartment. Jungkook takes off your shirt and he looks at your breasts long enough for you to grow embarrassed. But then he whispers to himself 'so perfect' and you don't feel unsure anymore. The way Jungkook looks at you makes you feel like the most beautiful woman alive. To be fair, you are for him.

Jungkook cups your tits still covered by your bra and leans down to hide his face in the valley of your boobs. God, he loves them so much. You moan when he starts to kiss the available skin. But it's not enough, for any of you. Your hand sneaks behind your back to undo your bra and finally free your breasts. Jungkook doesn't waste time and grabs one boob before squeezing it in his large and warm palm. His mouth works on your other nipple, licking, sucking and even deliciously biting it.

He invites you to lean on his bed and you're happy to do it. Jungkook grabs the hem of your pants and slides them down with your panties. Your pussy is already glistening with arousal and it's driving him crazy. He can't even control himself when he step closer to eat you out. His tongue is fast and precise on your clit and you can't help the moans from escaping your lips. Your head is thrown back and your fists are clenched around the sheets. Your cunt is soaked by your horniness and Jungkook's saliva, creating a real mess between your legs.

"More" You groan

Jungkook smirks while he enters your tight pussy with two fingers. The stretch is so fucking good that you whimper. His pace doesn't show any mercy but you fucking love it. Maybe it's Jungkook's skills or maybe it's your strong feelings for him but your orgasm is close. Your legs start shaking and you rest them on your best friend's shoulders.

"Your pussy is so good" He says against your wet clit "You've dreamt about that, uh? You little minx"

Your head is spinning because of your horniness. You feel like drowning into pleasure and Jungkook's expert fingers hitting your g-sport repeatedly are pushing you over the edge. Your back arches and your toes curl while you're trying to control your orgasm. It's too good, you don't want Jungkook to stop just now. But then, he talks again:

"I've read how you wanted me to eat your pretty pussy. You're a little slut for me, isn't that right?"

His dirty mouth — both words and acts — makes you cum on his face and fingers. Jungkook's digits are squeezed tightly by your walls and he pushes your limits by pushing on your sweet spot harder. It cuts your breathe and you feel your orgasm lasting and lasting until you can't take the overstimulation anymore. Your legs try to close but they are stopped by Jungkook's head and your hands tug on his hair.

"I'll fuck you good"

Jungkook's promise lights up your body once again. You settle down from your high just in time to watch his strip show. His pecs and abs are so perfect. You wish you could lick them but your body is still in the fog of your orgasm so you just can lift your hand to caress him like you've dreamt of so many time. His skin is warm and soft but his muscles are hard right under. Jungkook closes his eyes to enjoy your touch. He's imagined it many times before you and your delicate fingers on him are delightful. His hard cock twitches in his pants when your hand reaches the hem of his sweatpants. The bulge is clearly visible and your mouth waters.

You push the pieces of fabric down to free is big cock. Oh god, it's bigger than you thought. Some pre-cum is leaking from his tip and you use it to jerk him off. Jungkook growls out of delight and your hand works fast on his length. The sight of your small hand around his cock is fucking hot but Jungkook wants to fuck you. You two will have a lot of time in the future to experience other things.

"I want to fuck you" Jungkook says but it's also a consent question

As much as he wants to, he won't if you tell him no.

"I want it too, Kook"

Your best friend walks to his nightstand after getting off of his pants and underwear. He grabs a condom that he quickly puts on and joins you on the bed. You're gorgeous, all naked, in his bed. Lust is written on your face and he still can't believe you're looking at him. He wants to worship you and he will, but right now, he will fuck you like there is no tomorrow.

You open your legs wider for Jungkook to take place between them. He grabs his hard cock and slides the tip up and down on your folds. Your back arches.

"Please, Kook, I want you" Your whipped voice is driving him crazy

He enters slowly, not wishing to hurt you. The way his dick is stretching you out is insane. Jungkook is big but it's fucking good. He fills you so well. When he sees you relaxing, he starts to move back and forth. Your soaked pussy helps him to enter you without any difficulty. His hands cup your face to kiss you. Your moans are swallowed by Jungkook's mouth and your hands grabs his wrists when he pounds you at a faster pace. Soon, your tits are bouncing with rhythm and your groans get louder.

The grab on your jaws tightens and Jungkook rests his forehead on yours. He fucks you passionately. You wrap your legs around his waist to deepen the poundings. The slight change of angle places his dick directly to your g-spot.

"Here!" You scream and clench around him

"Your pussy is so tight but you still want to be fucked rough" Jungkook smirks "You told everyone but me. I'm so disappointed, baby"

His dick strokes are harsher and deeper, kicking the air of your lungs every time. The sound your clapping skins create is loud and sinful. You're close again and Jungkook can feel it.

"You're sure you don't want to tell me that you love me?" He asks with heavy breathe "Because I'll fuck you better if you do"

It's enough for you. Your walls are squeezing him impossibly tight. Jungkook almost winces but the fucked expression on your face is so worth it.

"I love you, Kook!" You scream when you cum hard on his cock, your vison blurred by the tears of pleasure and love filing your eyes

The euphoric state provoked by your orgasm and your feelings make you loose your mind. You kiss him but a salty taste mixes in your kiss. When Jungkook wipes the corners of your eyes, you realize you're crying. You don't even know why.

"I love you too" Jungkook whispers

A few more hard poundings are provided and Jungkook cums in the condom. You're both panting and Jungkook is almost crushing you but you don't care. His face is hidden in the crook of your neck, kissing your skin tenderly. You hug him tightly when you finally realize that your best friend loves you too.

Your cry shakes your body and Jungkook lifts up his head and his heart squeezes when he sees you.

"Hey, don't cry, baby"

He kisses every single inch of your face: your lips, your cheeks, your nose, your forehead and even your eyes to make your tears disappear.

Jungkook pulls out of you and takes off his condom. He quickly comes back to hug you tight. You truly appreciate how gentle he is. He has always been but now, with the love in his eyes, it's even better. Your whole body feels full of love. You know it's the right moment to share all the things you've kept to yourself for years.

"My head and my heart are full of you" You say "I'm drowning in the ocean of the love I feel for you. I love so much that it hurts, Kook"

"Your words feel so good" Jungkook replies with watery eyes, gently patting your hair "I can't describe as good as you my feelings but one thing I can say is that I love you. I love you, Y/N, and I'll never be tired of telling you or showing you how much I do"

You cry like a baby, undoubtedly the result of your post-sex tiredness and the tsunami of emotions Jungkook's confession provokes. It's the first time tears provoked by your best friend are welcomed.

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"So, what's next?" Jungkook asks the next day during breakfast

Just as the last time you've spent the night at his place, he woke up with a morning wood. Except that, this time, you made love. It was different from yesterday but as good. Maybe even better because you weren't in the over-everything that your love confessions provoked. You took your time, you kissed and kissed again while caressing and feeling each other.

"Maybe I'll need some inspiration for the next date scenes" You tease him

Jungkook giggles while scrunching his cute nose. He knows you so well and yet, this part of you, your writer part, was completely unknown until a few days ago. He also knows that your book is just an excuse to take you on a date. Honestly, he doesn't have to make any excuse to ask you on a date. He wants to do it. He has been wanting for years and now, you're his girlfriend.

"You're sure you don't need inspiration for your sex scenes?" He asks playfully

You smile and scoot closer to wrap your arms around his neck.

"I could use some help" You whisper before kissing him

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kooklovee · 12 days

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— playing in the park lot ★ with: jjk!

#pairings: bf!jungkook X reader #synopsis: after getting a little too angry at a random guy wanting his girlfriend, jungkook decides to give him a present. #tags: pwp, angry sex, public sex, no condom, spit kink, both drunk. #notes: JUST STREAM HOPE ON THE STREET! #wc: 1,4k blog em português X twitter

"no, don't even start, jungkook!" you muttered as soon as you saw your boyfriend staring at the guy on the other side, bringing the beer bottle to his mouth and swallowing the liquid in visible hatred.

"i'm not starting anything! the guy over there has no respect and is eating you with his eyes," muttered, still staring at the man.

"half the party is also staring at you and eating you up with their eyes, and that's not why i'm freaking."

"of course not, you like this shit!" he said loudly, pulling your waist against his.

don't take this the wrong way, jungkook was the perfect boyfriend, he cared for you too much, he'd face a bullet for you or whatever, he just fucking loved you and wanted to protect you from everything and everyone.

but sometimes he went overboard, and that was one of the times.

god, jungkook was completely irritated just because a guy looked at you from afar, and yes, you knew it wasn't an innocent look, but you just ignored it.

"do i like that shit?" you asked offended. "jungkook, if I wanted to fuck with another guy, i would have done it a long time ago." you rolled your eyes, continuing to roll around to the music that was playing. "relax, baby, hm? you know i'm just yours, don't you?"

you stood on your tiptoes, trying to give your annoyed boyfriend a kiss, but it didn't do much good, jungkook was actually angry about the situation, god, how could anyone be so stupid?

for the next few seconds, your boyfriend finally calmed down a bit, continuing to dance with you. that was one of the things you liked most about jungkook, he wasn't the kind of guy who held your waist and expected you to roll around on him all night, he just drove you crazy with him. pressing his hips against yours, rubbing his cock in your body, dancing with jungkook was begging to get wet in his arms, and you liked it that.

due to the large amount of alcohol you had consumed, the need to go to the bathroom became apparent, so you left, heading for the bathroom and leaving jungkook on the dance floor.

you waited a few minutes, the waiting line was infinitely long and peeing yourself silly was always an event.

a comical event, by the way.

but as soon as you'd finished, washed your hands and touched up your lipstick in the mirror, you left the bathroom, looking for your boyfriend on the dance floor.

or at least trying to, since a large hand grabbed your waist.

and you knew that hand wasn't your boyfriend.

"hey, kitten, decided to give your boyfriend a break, have you?"

"don't touch m-"

you didn't even get to finish, because the next second jungkook was punching the face of the guy who tried to kiss you.

and that's the story of how you and jungkook got kicked out of the club.

shit.

"there's no point in getting angry, jungkook! i didn't do anything."

silence.

"fuck, aren't you going to say anything?"

his boyfriend didn't answer, keeping silent all the way to the parking lot where the car was.

and that's where you got angry. fuck, it could have been anyone's fault but yours, you'd done absolutely nothing.

"jungkook, it's not my fault you're a lunatic who doesn't know how to socialize in public, stop acting like i did something." you pulled him by his arm, spitting the words in his face.

"you knew he was dying to fuck you."

"and what the hell do i have to do with it? literally the only person who fucks me in this world is you, shit! if i wanted to give it to another guy i would have given it to him ages ago, now, if you're going to get angry about something that didn't even happen, maybe i should go back inside and fuck with him!" you shouted.

you didn't even see how it happened, but the next minute jungkook's body was pressing you down on the hood of the car, his wet tongue making a mess of your mouth and his hard cock rubbing against you as he pulled your skirt up roughly.

"jung-jungkook, the cameras." you tried to say, the words being swallowed by the mouth on yours.

"now you care if anyone can see you?" he laughed. "you don't want to fuck, sweetheart? you're going to fuck me right here, right now!"

it would be a lie to say that it didn't turn you on, unfortunately that was a truth you were forced to deal with, jungkook's jealousy made you horny, very horny, and the insanities he committed after a crisis gave you the best orgasms ever seen in the history of the face of the earth.

in the process of lifting your skirt, he ended up breaking the zipper, and too irritated, he just ripped the strap of your thin blouse, exposing your breasts there as he leaned over the hood and started sucking on your nipples.

his nimble hand went to your wet hole, rubbing his middle finger over the lace panties you were wearing. yes, it was a fact that you intended to end the night with jungkook's cock inside you.

you just didn't count on the element of surprise that it would happen to him in the parking lot of the club.

"that dirty little cunt got wet seeing me jealous, didn't it? go ahead, whore, you love it when other guys get desperate to cum in you and i get angry."

without any warning he penetrated your middle and ring fingers, quickly establishing a punishing rhythm while biting and sucking on your nipples.

you moaned something disconnected, your boyfriend looked so handsome with rage and that made you even hornier.

a third finger was added and with your loud scream jungkook took the opportunity to spit in your mouth, slapping you across the face immediately afterwards.

it was pathetic how he put you over the edge in such a short time, and it was only a matter of seconds before you screamed that you were going to come on his fingers.

but he wouldn't let you.

jungkook flipped you onto your back in an aggressive way, the cold metal of the car in contact with the nipples of your breasts was enough to make you cum, but everything got even better when jungkook put his thick cock in your cunt, slamming it hard against you while bending your body even more on the hood of the car.

"my cockslut, you're such a beautiful little whore for me, baby. let me fuck your hot little hole right here where everyone can see you."

and you contracted hearing those words.

"you like it, don't you? desperate for your man to fill your pussy with my cum, you'll take anything i want, right?"

the heavy hand slapping against your ass, leaving red marks, while you drooled on the hood of the car because you couldn't even close your mouth.

"i'd like to take you back inside and spurt in your pussy in front of everyone. you'd love it, wouldn't you? everyone seeing that you're so desperate for cock that you'll accept me fucking you anywhere."

"j-jungkook!" you moaned, and your boyfriend understood what that moan was all about.

jungkook moved his middle finger to your clitoris, making relaxed movements while he thrust into you, calling you a whore, a slut, a bitch. you could only moan.

and when he pressed your face even harder against the side of the car, you came, so hard that Jungkook came right after, filling your hole with his warm liquid.

"good, baby, you were so good! so perfect for me…"

you smiled, feeling good about your recent orgasm.

"shhh, hold on, don't get up yet!" jungkook took his cell phone out of his pocket, squatting down to record a short video of you lying on the hood of the car and leaking his cum. "so beautiful, so fucking mine, i love you so much, princess."

jungkook kissed your back, and as you lifted your head you saw that he was staring at a specific point in the parking lot.

the guy who hit on you was watching everything from the other side.

your boyfriend laughed before helping you into your clothes, or at least what was left of them…

he blew a lazy kiss to the man who was staring at everything and opened the car door.

"you're bad, jungkook!" you laughed.

"me? fuck, princess, you're the one who agreed to give it to me this cunt in the middle of the parking lot."

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kooklovee · 25 days

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when worlds collide || series || jjk || 04

☾ pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

☾ rating: 18+ minors do not interact.

☾ w.c: 5,8k

☾ genre: angst, smut, slice of life, strangers to lovers, college au, fuckboy jk, inexperienced/virgin reader.

☾ warnings: mentions of death, grief, explicit language, mature content

☾ author's note: keep in mind that this is all fiction and there's no connection to reality here. some details, traits and personalities may deviate from real life! also, english is not my first language so im sorry in advance for any grammar and spelling mistakes. hey guys, i was supposed to post this on monday or wednesday, and now it's sunday 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 i apologize for the delay; i really wanted to post it, but i had some personal issues. i know this part is shorter, but let me know what you guys think okay? 🩷🩷🩷✨

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"You two here?" she chuckled. "So, are you like, together?"

You narrowed your eyes and shook your head negatively. Not because of her question, but because you were completely incredulous at Minji's audacity and lack of awareness. She was ridiculous. In an almost involuntary movement, you crossed your arms, showing her that her approach was not welcome, as if she cared.

Neither you or Jungkook said anything, both staring at her, while she seemed to be enjoying the situation. She was a bitch. You couldn't even understand how you could have ever considered her your best friend when her eyes were overflowing with cruelty at that moment, or so you thought.

Minji was a year older than you, the daughter of your father's sister, and you grew up hanging out together and attending the same school. She was raised only by her mother because her father was always traveling and almost never at home. You spent countless hours in your room playing pretend when you were kids. Then, as you grew older, there was always some band to obsess over and dream that one day you would date them.

In high school, you became accomplices. Your aunt was quite strict, and your parents had always been more relaxed, while you were extremely responsible, making you the perfect ally for the escapades Minji liked to have after school. You loved it too; you were so happy during those times, and you were best friends.

But then it all happened, or rather, they happened. Hyeon-seok and Jihwan. Minji was in love with Hye, as you called him, and his best friend, Jihwan, had a crush on you: it was perfect, you could date best friends, go out as a couple. You didn't even like Jihwan, but he was cute and funny, although you didn't really like it when he started trying to teach you about race cars, but you agreed to go out with him so Minji and Hye could go out.

But then, one day, her aunt discovered everything and grounded Minji. At that moment, teenage love was already permeating Minji's veins and you, like a good cousin and friend, accepted a plan she had to go to a hidden party with her to meet the boys. You went with everything planned, but no one could know, so the four of you simply hid in the back house where the party was taking place in the main house.

You knew that Leah, one of the girls in the class and Minji's neighbor was watching Minji. Your aunt paid the girl to give daily reports about her daughter, to make sure she wasn't dating in secret. Toxic madness, but Minji managed to be a great liar and deal with it all well. But that day, a crowd gathered at the door of the back house where you guys were hiding and, luckily, before the number of high school students gathered because they swore there was a couple having sex inside and thirsty for gossip, she managed to get out through the back door. But you do not. And people managed to get in and there were you and two other guys, with rumors that someone was having sex there.

Gossip seemed obvious to teenage minds.

A threesome.

Hyeon-seok and Jihwan sharing you.

The idea was absurd, a total distortion of facts, and you were shocked when people started to actually believe it. But boys will be boys, and being boys, they strutted around like studs. It was incredible that they pulled off this stunt. But girls will be girls, and you went to bed crying every day after everyone at school called you the worst names imaginable. You hated this attention and couldn't understand how it really caught on among the gossip mongers. It was absurd.

And Minji, oh, Minji. She could have defended you, she could have denied it. She could have. Truly could have, but she didn't.

No, she never lifted a finger to defend you, and all you had done was help her.

"Minji, you have to help me," you cried to her several times.

"You know I can't," she said indifferently. "My mom can't find out I was there, she can't."

So you were slut-shamed throughout your school, and you lived through the worst days there. It got to the point where the school counselor had to tell your parents what was happening. At the time, your father was so angry; you had never seen him so angry before. Your mother was calmer and really tried to understand what had happened, and you told her through tears. Your father listened too, but it took him a while to believe you. But when he did, he went to his sister's house to question why Minji had done this to you, which led to a huge fight and an imminent estrangement.

You went to school wishing that hell would end and swearing that you would leave Seoul at the first opportunity because you never wanted to see Park Minji's face again, because she broke your heart. And you had a plan to go to the same college. But you managed to get out of there. However, your mother's illness made you return to Seoul. Ironically, in the end, you both ended up going back to the same college, in different courses. And Minji even texted you when your mother passed away, but you never replied. You couldn't.

And now she was in front of you, with a mocking look at you and Jungkook. By the way, why the hell was she even there?

"What are you doing here?" you finally asked, your voice stern, and she sighed.

"I paid a fee and came to take the class," she said as if it were obvious. "Can't I?"

"You can, but you can also just ignore the fact that I'm here and turn your back and do the class on the other side of the room," you said with an ironic smile.

"No, I can't. It's hard to ignore your presence here," she looked directly at Jungkook. "You two make a lovely couple."

"Minji," Jungkook said in an almost growl.

"Do you two know each other?" You asked, "What did I miss?"

"Of course, I know him," Minji scoffed, "Isn't he friends with Yoongi, that idiot?"

"Don't talk about him like that," Jungkook looked angrily at your cousin.

"You don't need to get jealous, you're also an idiot, Jungkook," Minji said sharply.

Jungkook took a deep breath and rolled his eyes. You weren't sure what to do in that situation, so you placed your hand on Jungkook's chest, and he looked at you.

"Let's just go over there, okay?" you nodded towards the other side of the dance studio with your head.

"Actually, I'm not sure if I want to stay," Jungkook replied, making Minji laugh.

"Damn, is that your boyfriend?" she mocked.

"Fuck you, Minji," Jungkook said, rolling his eyes and turning to you. "Look, I really won't stay, but we'll talk later, okay?" Jungkook said, kissing you on the forehead and leaving, leaving you confused in front of your cousin, who stared at you in silence.

You took a deep breath, not sure what to feel. But you didn't like what had just happened one bit.

"He's not good for you," Minji said softly, and you looked up at her, angry, trying not to break down in tears right there. "And I miss you."

You let out a bitter laugh at the last part and took a deep breath, walking away in firm steps because you didn't want to cry in front of everyone and especially not in front of Minji. How could she manage to ruin literally everything?

You didn't even have time to talk to Hobi that you were leaving, you didn't even have time to enjoy something nice with Jungkook, you had such a good day and now you were walking home with the cold hitting your face and tears falling down your cheek. You were so angry that you didn't even know how to act properly, but you knew that arriving home with your face all red from crying wasn't a good idea, but you didn't care much about that. That damn Minji had ruined your night and Jungkook had acted so strangely too.

Why did he do that? Why did Minji come up with that nonsense? Did the fact that you were finally dealing with things more important than mourning your mother bother her so much?

She had no right to meddle in your life. She didn't even care about you. She was never able to defend you, and you didn't know how not to be affected by all of this. You couldn't ignore everything that had happened.

You wiped your cheeks dry before arriving home because you had already seen your father's car, and you didn't want to explain too much, even though your swollen lips and red nose would give you away. You took off your shoes and came face to face with your father in the living room, sitting with Khai while they did homework. Your father looked at you, and you averted your gaze to your brother.

"Hey, Khai," you said a bit curtly. You didn't want to sound so cold, but unfortunately couldn't control the tone and nodded to your father. "Hi, dad," you mumbled, walking towards the kitchen.

"Hi, noona," your brother said with a smile.

"Where were you?" your father asked.

"At dance class," you simply replied, entering the kitchen and opening the mini wine cellar your parents had. Yes, you were going to do the most adult thing possible: drink wine.

You picked the softest one you could find because you didn't like dry wine and walked back to the living room with the bottle, receiving a fiery look from your father as you pretended not to care about it.

"What are you going to do?" your father asked again, and you opened the china cabinet, grabbing a glass.

"Drink," you replied, showing him the wine glass.

"Do you know what time it is?"

"Like five-thirty?"

"And is this the time to be drinking? With your brother around?"

You huffed, looking at Khai.

"Khai, this is adult grape juice, do you mind if I drink?" you asked, crouching down to his level and looking him in the eyes. The boy chuckled.

"I know what wine is, and I don't mind if it's okay with dad," he looked at his father, who frowned disapprovingly.

"Dad, it's Friday, and I want to drink," you tried hard not to roll your eyes.

"Then drink," he said in a serious, low tone, "But drink in your room because I'm going there for a talk."

You headed up to your room, opened the bottle of wine, poured some liquid into the glass, and took a good sip. You lit an aromatic candle, changed into a cozy pajama, and slipped into a pair of slippers you had for years. Sitting in the armchair near your bed, you crossed your legs and placed the bottle on the corner table. You grabbed your phone and typed out a message to Jungkook.

You: What the fuck was that?

You: I mean, you owe me an explanation. That was weird as fuck, Jungkook

You had just set your phone down when your dad knocked twice on the door. You took a sip of your wine and invited him in. With an upright posture, he leaned against the door, looking at you for a moment as if assessing your stance.

"Did you come here this afternoon?" he asked, making your blood run cold.

"Huh?"

"Did you come here this afternoon?" your dad repeated, his tone calm yet rigid.

"Yeah, why?"

"Did you come with a boy?"

You felt the air being sucked out of your lungs and your cheeks burning. How on earth did he know about that?

"What are you talking about?" you tried to deflect, but he was too sharp for that.

"Just answer."

"You already know the answer."

Your dad chuckled softly, shaking his head and lowering it.

"Who told you?" you asked, with a slightly angry tone.

"It doesn't matter."

"It does matter because I literally just came here to change clothes and we didn't stay here for 10 minutes," you snapped, knowing your tone was more heated than you'd like. But your dad remained unfazed.

"Are you bringing boys home when no one's here?" he asked, looking you in the eye.

"No," you replied immediately.

"Don't lie."

"No," you repeated in the same manner.

"If you're dating, you need to tell me."

"If I were dating, I would tell you," you sighed, taking another sip of your wine.

"Just take care, okay? I know you're an adult, but people talk."

"I know, Dad," you said, sighing. "I know."

"And your grandmother will be living with us for a while," he said. "She's not doing well health-wise, and as you know, she can't manage living alone, and your aunt living in Australia won't be able to come back, so we'll take care of her for a while."

Your grandmother, your mother's mother, was one of your greatest inspirations, but you knew she wouldn't be able to live alone for much longer because her episodes of falling were frequent. She wasn't that old, but when she was young, she had an accident that broke her hip and leg bones, so it was taking its toll on her in old age. She only had two daughters, and your aunt lived in Australia, and your mother had passed away, so there wasn't much option but to stay with you guys. Of course, you didn't mind; you adored your grandmother, and you knew your father considered her a second mother.

"Just tell me who told you about me being here this afternoon," you insisted, and your father sighed.

"Sooho."

"Sooho, the neighbor?" you raised an eyebrow. That teenager who spent all day on the computer, meddling in other people's business, was a fucking brat.

"He asked if everything was okay because he saw a man entering here," your father cleared his throat. "With you."

"That brat," you grimaced. "Gossipy little shit."

"Hey, watch your language," your father reprimanded you. "I know you're trying to prove you're an adult, but please, don't mess up. If you want to be treated like an adult, you need to act like one."

"Fine," you replied, rolling your eyes. "But seriously, Sooho needs to mind his own business."

Your father nodded.

"Agreed. But still, be careful. I don't want you getting into any trouble, especially with rumors spreading around."

"I know, Dad," you said, "I'll be more careful.”

Your father left your room, leaving you alone as you checked the message on your phone, but Jungkook hadn't replied yet. You sighed, refilling your wine glass and taking another good sip as you opened a tab for an online shopping, starting to add random items to your shopping cart. A few minutes passed until Jungkook responded.

Jeon Jungkook: yeah, i know, but i can explain

You: Okay, I'm waiting.

You typed quickly, and his response came shortly after.

Jeon Jungkook: can we meet tomorrow?

You: No, don't do that, don't wait until tomorrow to tell me

Jeon Jungkook: it's better

You: Is it that shocking?

You huffed, feeling a bit impatient with all the suspense, but his response brought a stubborn smile to your lips.

Jeon Jungkook: no, but it's a good excuse to see you

You headed out in the late afternoon the next day to meet him. It was getting a bit warmer, so you wore a long-sleeved shirt, but not as thick as the clothes you had been wearing in the past few days.

"Can I use your car?" you asked your father in the living room. He looked up over his reading glasses and examined your outfit.

"Going out with who?" he inquired.

"With a friend," you shrugged. "Can I?" you asked, eyeing the car key on the keychain.

"Yes," your father said simply, returning his attention to the book he was reading. You smiled with satisfaction and picked up the car key between your fingers, then headed out the door. You sent a message to Jungkook letting him know you'd be passing by his apartment to pick him up, and as you approached his building, he was already waiting for you, wearing a white shirt and dark-washed jeans, the same as the jacket he wore. Jungkook smiled as you approached.

"Hey," he said, getting into the car and fastening his seatbelt.

"Hey," you replied, glancing at him briefly, but you couldn't help feeling anxious about where the conversation would lead, "I thought we could hit up a drive-thru and grab something to eat while we talk," you suggested, eyes fixed on the road.

"Works for me," Jungkook shrugged, reaching for the car radio and turning up the volume on a song playing.

You drove in silence, listening to Jungkook hum along to some songs on the radio. You grabbed two combos from McDonald's and pulled over onto a quiet street, switching off the radio so you could eat.

"So," Jungkook began, taking a sip of his soda and clearing his throat, "You know Minji dated Yoongi, right?" You nodded. You knew Minji and him had a thing back when you were still close, but the actual relationship happened right after you two fell out, so you hadn't kept up with the details, but you knew the gist of it. "And you know how she screwed Yoongi over?" he asked, furrowing his brow.

"No," you said, munching on a fry.

Jungkook sighed and continued.

"Well, I met Yoongi right after they broke up and saw him suffering so much because of that girl," Jungkook grimaced, "You have no idea how she messed with his head, manipulating him and not knowing what she wanted, putting him through hell. She was never honest, always leaving him hanging and making him suffer like crazy." Jungkook paused. "Forgive my language, but she's a bitch. I know she's your cousin."

You chuckled, without humor.

"I know how she can be, no need to apologize to me."

"Good that you know because that makes things a lot easier," you heard Jungkook say and nodded, "The other day I heard she's trying to get close to him again and I swear I lost it and we fought, she was there and well, I said what she wanted and didn't want to hear and I don't think she's too fond of me."

"Minji only cares about herself, Jungkook."

"Funny, because she got all protective when Yoongi casually mentioned us hooking up."

You widened your eyes, choking on your own saliva.

"You told him about us?" You asked, nervous.

"Not everything you think I did, but he knows about that day at the cabin."

"WHAT?"

"Calm down, I didn't spill the details, just said we kissed," he said in a calm voice, taking another sip of soda, "Geez, Y/N, just chill."

"I asked you not to tell anyone," you said, hurt.

"And since you asked, I didn't, but I think Minji saw us and put two and two together," he said, shrugging.

You fell silent, looking at Jungkook's relaxed face as you tried to process all the information. Damn, what a mess. If there's anyone you wanted to keep out of your private life, it was Minji.

"Shit," you muttered.

"But you know what? She doesn't think I'm good enough for you," Jungkook said, taking a bite of his burger, and you looked at him.

"She said that?" you raised an eyebrow.

"She did," he replied, "She says you're her little cousin and..."

"Bullshit," you cut him off, and he frowned.

"She really said it," Jungkook said.

"That doesn't sound like her," you were still confused. This girl wasn't even a part of your life, why was she meddling?

"Are you two feuding?" he asked, analyzing your expression.

You sighed and told Jungkook the whole story, who even stopped eating to pay attention to every word, making faces of indignation at what your cousin was doing.

"And since my mom died, the only thing she did was send a message, you know? We used to be best friends..."

"Your mom died?" he asked, furrowing his brow and with a surprised expression. You don't just blurt that out without context. You know how people react to death, looks of pity, and sometimes, they don't even know how to react, but it just came out. With your closeness and Jungkook's, the topic came out effortlessly.

"I guess I hadn't told you before," you whispered softly.

"You hadn't," he said with a concerned tone.

"It's been a year. Liver cancer, and four months after diagnosis, she didn't make it. That's why I came back to Seoul," you spoke with surprising naturalness, even for yourself, but the pang in your heart that you always felt was still very present.

"I'm sorry," he said, looking at you tenderly. "Why didn't you tell me before?"

"I guess the topic just never came up."

"And you've been dealing with all of this alone?" he questioned, you raised your chin and sighed.

"I'm not alone, I have my dad and Khai."

"You know what I meant."

You sighed. Yes, you understood.

"I've been handling it fine on my own, I even go to therapy," you chuckled humorlessly, "But I don't want everything to be about that, my grief and the loss of my mom take up a huge space and always will," you sighed, "Sometimes I just want to forget about it, but it's hard." You look at Jungkook, who reaches his hand to your cheek and strokes it, you close your eyes for a few seconds and continue speaking when you open them, "Actually, it's impossible. I miss her all the time," you feel a lump in your throat and an overwhelming urge to cry, "But I don't want..." your voice falters, "I don't want it to consume me anymore, Jungkook. I don't want it," you feel your cheeks burning and involuntary tears streaming down your face. Without hesitation, Jungkook pulls you closer, your face buried in his chest and his arms enveloping you. "I miss her every second," you whisper, amidst tears, and Jungkook doesn't respond but hugs you tightly.

With your face pressed against his chest, you take a deep breath, inhaling the faint scent of fabric softener on his shirt as you can't contain the tears. You don't remember the last time you cried with someone because of your mom, you always did it alone and not even in therapy did you cry. But there you were, crying in Jungkook's arms, and the conversation shouldn't have gone that way, but it felt right at the moment, and you allowed yourself to cry a little more as he comforted you and kissed the top of your head.

"And now I'm here with you, okay?" you heard him whisper.

The movement on that street was calm, and you enjoyed venting to Jungkook. He didn't force you to say anything, you just cried in his arms for a few minutes, and then you went back to eating your meal, and the conversation became lighter. After finishing the meal, you suggested going for a drive, aimlessly, just driving around the city and listening to music on the radio.

"Can I drive?" Jungkook asked, his eyes bright.

"And do you know how?" you raised an eyebrow, and Jungkook raised his eyebrows, shaking his head.

"No."

You laughed.

"Teach me, you're a good teacher," he said, with a playful smile on his lips.

"Not really," you shook your head.

"Why not? I've driven once with Jimin, and it was fine," Jungkook shrugged.

"I don't want to die young."

"I'm not gonna kill us!" he said in a feigned tone.

You pondered for a few minutes while he insisted he would be careful, rolling your eyes, finally giving in and swapping places with him. Jungkook settled into the driver's seat as if he knew exactly what he was doing. He fastened his seatbelt and placed both hands on the steering wheel.

"Okay, now what?" he asked, his eyes fixed on the car's dashboard.

"This car is automatic, it's not even difficult," you grimaced.

"Lucky us, huh?" he chuckled softly.

"Press the brake, this pedal here," you pointed, and he obeyed, "That's it, now turn the key to start the engine," he nodded and reached his fingers to the key, turning it, and the engine roared to life. "Okay, now slowly release the brake and accelerate."

Jungkook did so, smoothly starting the car. The car began to move, still slowly. Jungkook seemed poised and confident, showing no signs of it being his first time.

"You know how to drive," you quickly observed, and he chuckled softly.

"Yeah, busted," Jungkook admitted quietly, accelerating the car a bit more.

"Idiot, why did you say you didn't have a driver's license?"

"Because I don't, but I can drive," he shrugged, "I just need to get the license, and I wanted to see if you were willing to teach me."

"You wanted to see if I'd risk my life and my dad's car in your hands?" you looked at him, smiling. Your tone was one of indignation.

"Don't be dramatic," he said, wrinkling his nose.

"I'm not!" you defended yourself, watching how he drove, completely unconcerned and knowing exactly what he was doing. "Damn, you fooled me good," you muttered, feeling a bit sulky.

Jungkook glanced at you briefly, not taking his eyes off the quiet streets of the neighborhood, and smiled with his cheeks slightly flushed.

"Sorry about that, okay?"

"Serves you right for tricking me into trusting you," you said, with a slight pout, "But please, don't wreck my dad's car."

"Relax, I got this," Jungkook reassured you.

You let out a small sigh, trying to relax as you realized Jungkook was indeed a capable driver. He drove for a while until you reached a busier avenue, and that was your cue to switch places with Jungkook and take over driving for a bit longer. You stopped at a lookout point and stepped outside the car, gazing at the city skyline, which seemed so peaceful from that vantage point. Jungkook stood beside you, and you rested your head on his shoulder as he intertwined his fingers with yours. You both remained silent for a while, simply enjoying each other's company.

When you grew tired of admiring the scenery, you locked eyes, and without a word, you kissed. It felt like a mutual motion as your lips met and began to glide against each other gently, unhurriedly. His hands on your waist, yours around his neck, and your bodies pressed together. No rush, just the quietness of the world around you. After exchanging a few more kisses, you both decided it was time to leave.

It was Monday, and you were in the typical Monday mood, sitting on one of the benches on campus with your earphones in, but not really listening to anything. You watched the sea of people passing by, laughing, and you couldn't fathom how anyone could be in a good mood on such a gray day at seven-thirty in the morning. Your weekend had been okay; you went out with Jungkook on Saturday and spent Sunday helping your brother with a school project and watching some movies with him, feeling quite relaxed. However, sometimes you felt like you needed more than just two days off to recharge your energy. Today, you had gone to class alone, without Jungkook's company, as he was only going to class later. Two guys you had never seen before in your life sat down next to you and started gossiping about a possible pregnancy of a girl on campus, which made you roll your eyes. The place was too big, and yet people seemed to know too much about each other's lives. You sighed and got up, heading to your class, which was about to start.

Nothing extraordinary had happened that morning, and frankly, you were bored. In fact, you wished time would pass a little faster so that Jungkook would finally arrive, even if just to see him from afar. It was so silly; you didn't even know why you were thinking such things.

You had lunch and soon returned to the classroom. Upon entering, you saw Jungkook sitting at one of the tables in the back, chatting animatedly with Jessica and another girl you had no idea who she was. You automatically rolled your eyes, even cursing yourself for doing so. I mean, were you jealous? No, definitely not.

He noticed you, and for a few seconds, your eyes met. You raised an eyebrow and sat down at your desk, putting your bag aside and pretending to be extremely interested in scrolling through your Instagram feed until the professor showed up, but there were still a few minutes left until class started. You were a bit distracted, but then you saw Jungkook sitting two seats away from you, and you looked at him confusedly. He smiled, then looked away and grabbed his phone. Shortly after, a message notification appeared.

Jeon Jungkook: it's better to see from here than from the back, and I'm not even talking about the class.

You read it, involuntarily smiling and shaking your head.

You: You and your smooth talk...

Jeon Jungkook: you like it.

The response came almost immediately.

You: Do I? I'm not sure.

Jeon Jungkook: oh you sure do

You: Shut up and pay attention in class.

Jeon Jungkook: but class hasn't even started yet...

You were about to type a response, but the professor walked into the classroom. You glanced briefly at Jungkook and set your phone aside, focusing on the lesson. Everything proceeded as usual, with Jungkook occasionally sending messages and you stifling giggles in the middle of class to respond. And at the end of the lesson, Miss Choi announced that she would be handing out the graded tests to all of you. You were calm; after all, you knew you had done well.

You watched as she began calling out the students' names and handing out the tests. But you were nervous about Jungkook's grade in that subject where he had struggled, and you had helped him through tutoring, where it all began.

When Miss Choi called Jungkook's name, he walked with a relaxed posture to the professor's desk, giving a sideways smile as he looked at the grade. Something was said quietly between them, but you didn't quite catch it, and you didn't have time to process as your name was called right after. You had done well, scoring 96%. You smiled at the professor and then sat back in your seat.

"How'd it go?" you mouthed to Jungkook, moving your lips without emitting a very audible sound. Hopefully, he could understand you. Jungkook grimaced and shrugged. Maybe he hadn't done so well. You turned back to the front and watched as some students seemed to look at their grades with expressions of frustration. This went on for a while until the class was properly dismissed, and you and the other students were let go. You gathered your things in your bag, and when you turned to leave, you saw Jungkook fully focused on Miss Choi, who smiled at you when she noticed your gaze.

"Only a few people managed to score on this test. Was it tough?" she asked directly to you. You frowned.

"Not much different from what you usually give us in class."

"Ah, great," her face lit up at your response. "I'd like you, Jeon, to consider what I told you about mentoring."

Your forehead furrowed instantly, and Jungkook shot you a quick glance. Him, giving mentorship?

"Yeah, I'll think about it. I really need to go now," Jungkook said, rushing.

"Please do consider it. You have the highest grades in the class for this subject," Miss Choi said, and you felt your body freeze. The highest grades in the class? Wasn't he struggling with that subject?

Silence, then realization.

Fuck it, he lied to you.

Your eyes met his, and you were furious. You swallowed hard and bit your lower lip, angry, and headed out of the room. Why did he say he needed tutoring? Why did he insist on it? Why the hell did he even approach you?

All those questions flooded your mind, and you felt like you were suffocating, not understanding anything. What did that mean? What was Jungkook doing? You remembered the conversation with Jessica that day when she said his grades in that subject were actually good, but you just thought she was jealous.

You walked with firm steps, and soon heard Jungkook calling your name, but you didn't stop, just kept walking straight ahead, dodging people in your path. He called your name again, and you refused to look back. And again. The fourth time, it wasn't your name he called, but him grabbing your hand.

"Top student in the class, huh?" you turned to him with anger. Lips pressed together, and a look of disdain. "Why did you lie?"

"I can explain," Jungkook said softly, his eyes searching yours with a look of pleading.

"You better start," you released your arm from his grip and crossed it over your chest. "I want to hear this one." You chuckled sarcastically.

"Just listen to me, okay?" He was nervous, his voice a bit shaky, you raised an eyebrow, encouraging him to speak. "I needed a reason to get close to you."

"And lying about your grades was a good way to do that? Who are you? Cady Heron?"

"Who?" he asked, confused.

"Never mind, Jungkook," you said irritably, "It doesn't make any sense for you to lie about being bad at a subject you're probably even better at than me." You began to gesture, clearly annoyed. He lowered his head. "What's your grade, huh?" you asked, but he didn't answer, "tell me."

"100."

"Oh, fuck you." You said in disbelief, shaking your head negatively. The bastard lied convincingly.

"But I..." he said softly, "I'm sorry."

"And all that time I spent tutoring you was for absolutely nothing?" you exclaimed, irritation coursing rapidly through your veins.

"It wasn't for nothing, we got closer," he spoke softly, his head still slightly bowed, and you laughed ironically.

"There was a better way to do it, Jungkook," you practically spat out the words, "better than lying."

"You make it sound like it's easy to get close to you because you don't let anyone do that, right? So, I didn't have much of a choice." Jungkook said, looking at you now.

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Welcome Back.JJK [m]

bestfriend!Jungkook x female Reader

Genre: drabble; smut (basically just porn)

Words: 3.6k

Synopsis: After almost two years of military service, you finally meet your best friend again. While you have planned a cosy night, his plans are a little bit on the physical side.

Warnings: oral sex (f. receiving); dom!jk/sub!reader; unprotected sex; rough sex; praising kink; big dick jk; hair pulling; spanking; crying of how good sex is; choking

18 months.

You've waited 18 months to see him again. You diligently mark each day on your calendar, waiting for him. The few weekends he was allowed in the civil life weren't enough to do everything you wanted and honestly, he was so tired that most of the time he just ate and slept.

But today it's different. Because Jungkook is finally free from service. You finally have your best friend back.

You've planned everything for your encounter: cake, embarrassing sign saying 'I CAN TAKE MY BUNNY HOME' and a whole night of snacks, games and movies, just like you used to do before Jungkook got into the army.

You're not the only one waiting for a loved one. A small group of friends and family have gathered in front of the military base, waiting for the soldiers to get off duty for good.

You are clearly feeling impatient, bouncing on one foot to the other. When some squeaks are heard from the crowd, you try to get a visual on the men coming outside by standing on your tiptoes but it's in vain. The only thing you see is a bunch of shaved heads...

It's only when some reunions decide to step aside that you finally see him. And gosh, you are so happy that you could fly. A big fat smile paints your face and Jungkook mimics you when he notices you and your sign.

He looks a little bit tired but he looks good anyway. The months he has spent in the army got him buffer — even though he was already a gym rat — and his military uniform just increases that. His hair is definitely short but he clearly let it grow a little. Honestly, he looks like a kiwi. A cute kiwi.

And his bunny smile is just the same: sweet and feeling like home.

When Jungkook walks to you and hugs you tight, you can't help but shed a tear.

"I missed you so much" You whisper, tightening your arms around his neck — you don't care if you're strangling him at this point

"Missed you too" He whispers back

"And..." You say as you are scooting away to grab the box you left on the ground "I got you a cake!"

Your excitement peaks through your voice, making Jungkook chuckles.

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It really feels like old times.

Jungkook's apartment hasn't changed at all. Well, you've been there a few times just to make sure that there wasn't any leaks from the upper flat, or to open the windows to change the air. But you missed it with Jungkook inside. It's like the whole place takes his energy.

As Jungkook takes care of his bag in his room, you settle everything you have prepared on his coffee table: cake and games. Several times a week, you were spending evenings together and you really want to find back this atmosphere.

You happily clap in your hands when your best friend appears in the living room. You light up the candles on the cake and start singing — not so good but you don't care — 'Welcome back, Kookie'.

Jungkook blows the candles and sits next to you on the couch. He has changed his clothes, opting for a style you know very well: baggy black t-shirt and oversized black sweatpants. He must feel good to finally dress as he wants.

"So" You start, already excited about this night "I have UNO, Monopoly, Cluedo but we can also play something on your Switch or we can watch a movie. I heard that the new one with Ryan Gosling is very n—"

"Y/N" Jungkook stops you

You can see he is a little embarrassed at the way he scratches his neck.

"Yes? Tell me" You encourage him, your usual sweet smile on your lips

"I don't want to be rude or anything, because it's super sweet what you've done but..." Your best friend chews on his lower lip — he used to chew his lip rings but they're gone "It's just that... I haven't done it for almost two years and I was expected to, you know, do it tonight"

Jungkook has a light blush on his cheeks that indicates that he is not as relaxed as his manspreading on the couch lets think.

But you're a little confused. You don't understand what he is trying to say.

"You don't want to play the games?" You try and Jungkook shakes his head lightly but doesn't dare to look at you "And you want to 'do it'? You mean going live on Twitch?"

Jungkook growls in frustration. It's so weird to talk about that with you. You're his best friend, it's not really the kind of conservations you two have.

"No!" He whines "God, Y/N, I want to fuck!"

You're speechless. And blushed. Because gosh, you never talk about that and you're also embarrassed not to have thought about it. You totally get that Jungkook wants to... blow off some steam.

You just didn't realize that he might have called one of the numerous girls that were crushing on him before he went to the army and asked her to join him tonight.

"Oh" You manage to say "I—" You clear your throat "I'll get going then. You can call me tomorrow or whenever"

You quickly stand up and try to hide the redness of your face. But Jungkook grabs your hand and pulls you down. You clumsily land on his lap, setting your knees on both sides of his hips last second to avoid hurting him.

Your heart stops at the intimate position. Never in a billion years you could have imagined being like this with your best friend. Your breathing stops too as you get to see Jungkook's face so close, maybe for the first time in your four years of friendship. He is handsome, always has been, so you don't know where to look: his eyes — not in their usual doe shape but way more intense —, his cute bubble nose or his lips. Yeah, your eyes definitely settle on them, especially when he slyly licks them and coats them with a thin and shiny layer of saliva.

You gulp and don't really know what to do. Yet, it seems very easy for Jungkook because his big and warm hands caress your waist, sending shivers down your spine.

"Let me fuck you. Please"

You don't know if he is begging or ordering because his voice is so hoarse. It's really, really hard to resist. And maybe his hot breathe caressing your face makes you a little high because you nod.

You fucking nod at your best friend asking if he can fuck you.

Worse, you feel aroused by the idea if you consider how your pussy is getting wet.

In just one second, Jungkook's lips are on yours. The kiss is not sweet at all, it's rough and urging. You're never witnessed this side of Jungkook and you already can tell that he loves being in control. He always has been the nice and caring friend but right now, he is like a starved man. His inked hand settles at the back of your neck, preventing you from escaping but you have absolutely no willing to do so.

His mouth literally owns yours, pressing his lips so hard that your teeth clink but it's not like you really care — this awesome kiss fogs your brain with horniness. He slides his tongue between your lips and you hum at his velvet muscle against yours.

His hands tightens their grip, bringing you closer to him. Your boobs are pressed against his torso and there is no another place for your arms but around his neck. His short hair tickles your fingers but it feels so soft at the same time. Too bad the kiss completely occupies your brain that you can't appreciate the sensation in your fingertips.

As Jungkook abandons your swollen lips for your neck, his hands are traveling down to rest on your hips as they urge you to grind on his hardening cock. You roll your hips, pressing your core against his crotch and gosh, it feels good. You are so, so glad you've chosen leggings today because you can feel his bulge. You press harder and harder against it, trying to satisfy the need of friction your throbbing clit demands. You are so, so wet that it's embarrassing.

You can't help a sweet moan from escaping your lip and it seems to make Jungkook crazy. He lifts up your body to make you lay on your back and grabs the hem of your leggings, tugging on them and your panties at the same time. You're surprised that he doesn't slide your clothes all the way down but stops mid-thighs, just enough to get a full view of your cunt, already glistening with arousal.

You don't even have time to grow embarrassed at the idea of your best friend looking at your pussy because Jungkook is in a rush.

"Pretty" He whispers with a hot smirk right before he dives into it

His hands strongly maintain your legs up against your chest while his tongue rolls around your clit. It feels so fucking good that you can't think straight. Maybe that's why you can't have enough sense to mutter your loud moans.

Jungkook changes his pattern by taking a big fat lap from your entrance, gathering on his tongue your arousal that was starting to drop through your hole. Your head rolls back and your hips buckle up just to feel more of him.

"Taste fucking sweet" He praises and you don't know why you feel so proud of it

The wet sounds of his mouth on your cunt are sinful and at this point, you don't know if your pussy is covered by your arousal or Jungkook's spit but you don't care. It's even hotter than he is eating you out so messily. The sloppy sounds are scandalous but it arouses so much that you feel like going crazy.

When he harshly sucks on your sensitive bud, you gasp and shut your eyes close. Your hands desperately try to hold on something but there is nothing to help you down the path of this pleasure.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god" You keep moaning

You're close, you know it. Your pussy keeps clenching around nothing and Jungkook's tongue doesn't slow down. His hands grips the flesh of your thighs harder, surely marking you with bruises, so you don't escape from the unbearable pleasure. And then, Jungkook decides to bring you straight to Heaven when his wet muscle enters you as deep as possible, making his nose bump into your clit. Your restrained legs due to your leggings and his grip only add to your arousal. You've never felt so overwhelmed by pleasure before but here you are: being eaten out by your best friend.

"Kookie, wait, I'm gonna— I'm gonna—" But you never finish your sentence

You scream something that sounds like his name as your legs shake in his grip and you cum on your best friend's face. Your walls clench around his vicious tongue that happily gathers your arousal pouring from your hole. You even feel him smirking against your cunt while he takes a final lap.

"Sweet juicy pussy" He says, making your blush "You're cute when you cum on my tongue, baby"

You don't really have time to catch your breathe because Jungkook grabs your waist and tosses you around so you're on your knees. He makes sure to bring your ass up, landing a harsh spank on your flesh. The stinging pain brings tears to your eyes but wetness to your pussy.

You rest your head on your couch, obediently waiting for Jungkook to pursue his needs.

"You're so fucking cute like that, your pussy full on display for me only, right?" He praises and claims you and doesn't miss how you clench

You both didn't know you had a praising kink but Jungkook will sure use it.

"You're gonna be a good girl and let me fuck you dumb, aren't you?"

You can feel the heat on your cheeks and you grow impatient to feel him inside you. Jungkook's hot, that's a fact. And the way he is acting right now makes you know that you won't be disappointed in his sex skills — not really surprising since Jungkook is good at everything.

You nod to answer, afraid to moan rather than to form words but it doesn't satisfy Jungkook. Another spank, way rougher than the first one, lands on your asscheek, making your jolt. A red mark in the shape of his palm instantly appears on your plump skin in the hottest way possible for your best friend. A sob leaves your mouth but you don't have time to realize it because Jungkook's tattooed hand goes up to gently caress your cheek, swiping away the tears.

"Talk when I ask you to"

His tone is quite severe and you're surprised how sexy you find it. You're never witnessed the dominant side of your best friend before, since you always saw him as a cute bunny.

"Yes" You reply, so politely, so innocently while your ass is up for your fucking best friend

"Good girl"

You hear some rustling of clothes, a sign that Jungkook is getting rid off of his shirt and slides down his sweatpants and briefs mid-thighs too.

You turn your head just enough to watch him pumping his absolutely huge cock. Your eyes widen as you wonder if you'll be able to take him. You haven't had a lot of partners but they surely can't compare with Jungkook's size.

The slight fear on your face is delightful for your best friend. He can see your pussy is tight and he can't wait to stretch your hole like it deserves to be. Honestly, he didn't plan to fuck you tonight. He thought he was going to text a random girl but after all, you're his best friend and you're the one who has planned a welcoming party.

Grabbing his thick dick at its base, Jungkook pats your sensitive clit with his tip. You jolt but moan, instinctively pushing your hips towards him. Some sticky links connect your pussy and his member in the most sinful way. Jungkook teases you again, rubbing his angry tip against your clit just to hear you groan his name.

However, he knows he won't last long and he has waited too long for a teasing game.

His free hand roughly grabs your asscheek, spreading it so he can fully see your beautiful cunt clenching. He lets a blob of spit slide along your puckered hole and down your pussy so he can penetrate you easily — actually, you are wet enough for that but your best friend just likes it messy.

He brings his cock to your entrance and pushes in. The tip is enough to stretch you out so much that the air is kicked out of your lungs. Your mouth opens, unable to make any sound, and your hand desperately grabs his forearm.

"You're so big" You gasp, another tear rolling down your cheek

It doesn't help that you're in this position: you can feel him better like this, aware of every since inch inside you.

"Too much?" Jungkook asks, genuinely worried

Despite how horny he is, he doesn't want to hurt you. If you tell him right now to stop, he'll do. Even though the way your walls throb are so fucking good, and he has just put the tip.

"No, it's okay. Just—" You take a deep breathe "Just wait a sec" You say

Jungkook nods and draws some soothing circles on your asscheek. And it works: he can feel you relaxing which allows him to slide more inches of his cock into your tight cunt.

You won't lie: the stretch is almost unbearable but the sensation of being so full makes you high. Way beyond clouds. You're feeling completely euphoric of your best friend's dick inside you.

"Fuck, you fill me up so good" You can't help but confess

"You're such a good girl, baby, taking me all" He smirks, rewarded you with a nice spank on your already red ass

When all his length is swallowed by your dripping cunt, you feel him deep, deep inside. You need a minute to get used to his size but it's damn hard for Jungkook to stay still when he has been waiting for so long and when you poor dripping cunt squeezes him so tightly. He can't control how his dick twitches, making you moan and clench tighter.

Your best friend attempts a faint dick stroke, earning a gasp or a moan from you, he can't define but the bliss on your face is unmistakable. This spurs him to pull out more, until just his tip is caged between your walls, and to slam back inside completely.

"Fuck, Kookie" You moan

"You like that, uh?" You nod frenetically, especially when Jungkook provides a rough cock stroke "Who knew you were such a good slut"

You don't quite know what to respond when Jungkook fucks you so good that your brain can't work. You just moan loudly, not caring one bit about Mrs. Kim, his 83 year-old neighbor.

The strength of Jungkook's poundings makes you jolt and if he wasn't holding you tight by digging his nails into the flesh of your ass, you'd be completely resting on your stomach by now. Even though his grip will surely bruise you, you absolutely don't give a fuck, not when you have such a good dick inside you.

"Fuck, you feel so fucking good, baby" He hisses when you clench around him

You're not sure you'll last long. And maybe your body is not connected to your head anymore because it only seems to seek for your release. You start to bounce back on Jungkook's cock, slapping your ass against his lap each time.

Your best friend watches in awe how naughty you become despite your usual innocence and he just wants to see your fucked up face more. For that, he grabs a good amount of your hair and tugs on it. Your back is so fucking arched that it feels like you're going to break in two but you don't care. The only thing you can feel is this good cock in you.

"Kookie, I'm so close" You whine

Jungkook might have the same goal as you: making you cum, because he wraps his other arm around your chest and lifts up against his torso. He makes sure to have a strong hold on you and forcefully provides you his amazing dick strokes.

The new angle is the perfect one, his cock hitting your sweet spot repeatedily and you have no other choice than to gasp. You've never been fucked this good and you don't even know how to breathe correctly anymore.

Jungkook's growls of pleasure as he buries his face in the crook of your neck and the sound of your skins clapping fog your brain. You grab his tattooed hand and place it around your throat. Jungkook gets the message and chokes you.

"You're such a naughty girl" He teases you, bitting your skin as he gives you powerful poundings "I'm sure that you like being fucked dumb, right baby?"

"Yes!" You scream despite your blocked throat

You're high on sex and low on oxygen: the perfect mix to bring you on cloud nine. It's like Jungkook already knows all the things you love about sex. But he is your best friend, he knows everything else so why not that? And if he is so good with you, then you don't mind sharing all your secrets with him.

"You're gonna come for me?"

You nod at that but almost bend over when Jungkook's vicious fingers find your clit despise your tied legs. He is circling it so fast that your legs shiver. Thankfully, his large palm around your air column prevents you from escaping his delightful treatment.

"Fuck, Kookie" You sob, shaking in his hold

"Cum for me, cum on my cock" He urges you "I know that you're a good girl and good girls cum when they are told to do so"

The specific knot builds inside you, and you don't know what you are saying anymore. You are not even aware of your tears on your cheeks and the drool at the edge of your mouth anymore. Your toes curl and you dig your nails in his forearms when you reach your high. White dots paint your vision, even though your eyes are closed.

You might be screaming Jungkook's name but you're not sure. You are just too far gone.

You fall miserably on your couch, trying your best to keep your ass up because your best friend hasn't stopped nor slowed down one bit. He has pushed you all the way through your orgasm and even beyond, so much that it's almost barely impossible for you to take him anymore. His dick is just too big, stretching your walls that are begging to clench.

"Please, Kookie" You beg, tears of overstimulation appearing on your face "Come now, I can't— I can't anymore"

"I'm almost there, hold on for me" Jungkook reassures you, his voice a little softer

He knows that you are taking more than you can right now: the way your body shakes is a clear sign. He is close too and a last slap on your abused ass helps him.

He pulls out suddenly, leaving your hole gaping and stupidly empty, and pumps his soaked with your juices cock to cum on your ass. The contrast between your red asscheeks and his thick white seeds is perfect. Jungkook pants while he looks at his masterpiece, a satisfied smirked on his lips.

Exhausted, you fall on his couch, almost falling asleep right after.

"You're okay?" He worries

"Uhm, uhm" You nod

"It's the best welcome party ever" He brightly smiles at your tired face and you can't help but give his smile back "Thank you so much, Y/N"

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take me down slow | jjk

title: take me down slow

pairing: jeon jungkook x f!reader

genre: m, smut, established relationship au

summary: jungkook is back home from work and even if you've missed him a lot, you let him rest tonight. though, out of all night, you have a wet dream tonight. and even if jungkook is tired, he's happy to take care of you.

warnings: dom!jk sub!reader, needy reader and sleepy koo 🥹, a little bit of oral (m receiving), a little bit of fingering too, unprotected sex (pls be safe), degradation (jk calls reader a whore like one time), daddy kink, kink discovery, creampie, just basically some lazy sleepy sex... until it's not so lazy.

wordcount: 2.2k

note: HELLO !!! 🫡 this is just a little story i wrote a long time ago and since part 3 of basic needs is still a work in progress i wanted to give you something to read while you wait :) this one is not edited at all so don't expect the greatest thing. either way, i hope you enjoy it 🩷

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you open your eyes with a gasp and when you take in the dark room you realize it was just a dream. it felt too real. you can almost still feel jungkook”s hands all over your body, well, you kind of actually feel them now.

jungkook is fast asleep by your side, your legs tangled together while your arm is thrown over his middle and his is wrapped around your waist to keep you close to him even in his unconscious state.

he came home from work yesterday, it’s been almost four weeks since the last time you two were together but that’s what being an international star does to his schedule. he got home late in the afternoon and you only got to prepare dinner together and share a comfortable and much needed talk during dinner before he said he was so jet lagged and he needed to go to sleep. you needed him so bad but didn’t say a word, just went to bed with him and fell asleep together.

but out of all nights, you had to have a stupid wet dream tonight.

you’re actually sweating, your skin is hot and your underwear is starting to feel uncomfortable because you can feel it’s soaked. and jungkook is sleeping. he’s peacefully sleeping with his pouty mouth and furrowed eyebrows. you feel so bad but you need him even more, so you guess you can feel bad about it tomorrow morning.

you shift a little and get closer to his neck, giving his skin sweet little kisses as you slowly start to rut your hips against him to try and find any kind of friction on your crotch. like a bitch in heat, that’s what you feel like.

a groan escapes jungkook’s mouth at one specific suck to the side of his neck and his hand twitches where it’s placed on your waist.

“baby.” you whisper in his ear.

“yeah...” he only groans with that sleepy rasp to his voice you missed so much.

“i’m so horny.” you whine as you keep rutting against his hip.

that comment alone seems to wake jungkook up. he lifts his head a little to look down at you with what you suppose is an arched eyebrow, the little light in the room coming from the city lights through the window.

“baby.. .” he says and drops his head back on the pillow, closing his eyes again. he’s tired. you feel so bad.

“i’m sorry, i.. fuck..” you feel like crying but god, you’re so horny you don’t even think your brain is working anymore.

“it’s okay, baby.” jungkook mumbles and his hand that was on your waist goes down to squeeze one of your asscheeks out of nowhere, making you whimper on his neck.

“kook.. so horny..”

“mhm.. i know.” you swear if he keeps talking with that raspy voice you could come completely untouched.

“want you so bad.” your hand goes down to cup him over his sweatpants. he’s soft but you can definitely feel him twitching a little at the contact.

“make me hard, baby.” jungkook squeezes your asscheek again, making you moan.

“yes!” you quickly get up on your knees and throw the comforter away from his body, wasting no time in pushing his sweats down.

“good girl.” your boyfriend praises, his hand going to your hair when you bend over to blow air on his soft dick teasingly.

“missed you so much,” you take him into your hand and start giving his head little licks, feeling it slowly starting to harden on your hand. “missed your cock in my mouth.”

“missed your mouth too.” jungkook hums as he brushes your hair out of your face so he can see you.

“you’re so hot..” you whine when you feel him getting to full hardness just in a matter of seconds. you put it in your mouth, your lips wrapping around him and drowning in the groan that escapes jungkook’s mouth.

“that’s my girl.” the praise makes you so wet you could feel it running down your thighs if your underwear wasn’t soaking all of it.

you bob your head a few times to get him wet enough and pull away with a desperate moan, “kook, i need you.”

“i know, come here.” he pats his thighs. you work quickly, sitting down on his thighs and leaning down to catch his lips in a desperate kiss, trying not to grind against his cock.

“i love you.”

“i love you too baby,” jungkook chuckles fondly against your mouth. “c’mon, sit that pretty pussy on this cock, yeah?” he gives you one last kiss before putting his hands on your waist lifting the big shirt —his shirt— so he can take it off.

you’re only wearing your panties so as soon as the shirt hits the floor, jungkook groans at the sight even through te darkness in the room.

“pretty baby.” he praises, running his hands up and down your sides as you sit back on his thighs.

“i’m so wet.” you mutter, looking down at where you’re sitting in one of his thighs.

“yeah, can fucking feel it,” jungkook says. “would make you ride my thigh, but i want you on my cock,” he easily lifts you up by your hips and positions you on top of him. “take them off.”

you sit up for a second to take the ruined panties off and throw them away before sitting back down on top of him, your most sensitive part just above his cock.

“let me feel you,” jungkook brings one of his hands down and you choke on a moan when his fingers start running through your wet folds. “fuck yeah, that’s my whore, huh?”

“kook,” you whimper, grinding your hips against his hand. “fuck yes...” a little moan escapes through your lips when he slips two fingers inside.

“so little resistance, are you this needy for cock?” jungkook hums in question and you almost cry out as he slips another finger inside. you don’t tell him you’ve been using toys while he was away. either way, his fingers always feel better than any toy.

“yes, need your cock baby.”

“c’mon, sit on it.” he gives your pussy a wet slap that makes your thighs twitch for a second and then grabs the base of his cock to make it easier for you.

“okay.” you whisper and lower down, positioning on top of his cock and moaning absurdibly high when jungkook decides to drag the head of his cock through your folds.

“so wet.” he mumbles.

you think you might die if you don’t have him inside you now so you start to sink down on his cock slowly, both of you moaning in unison, until you’re sitting on top of him with his entire length inside.

“missed you so much.” you whine, feeling like you could cry.

“i missed you too baby,” he puts his hands on your hips. “so much.”

you stay there for a while, just feeling him inside as you bend down to kiss him again. he wraps his arms around you and kisses you back with so much passion you’re out of breath seconds later.

“pretty.” he looks up at you with that type of smile that makes your knees weak and you straighten up again, putting your hands on his chest for balance.

“you feel so good, kook.” you tell him because you need him to know.

“mh... yeah?” asshole.

“yes.” you moan and start grinding your hips for your pleasure, still not giving him what he wants.

“i can’t fucking see anything right now but i’m sure you’re creaming my cock so good, right?” the words make you clench around him with a whine and you hear him groan at the feeling. “so fucking tight.”

but you eventually sit up a little, letting him pull out until only his head is inside you and slowly sink down on him again. you do it slowly, still tired from how little you must’ve slept, but jungkook seems fine with it. little hums and groans escape his mouth sometimes but the time he lets out a high-pitched moan you clench so hard around him, making him moan again and grip on your hips for dear life.

“baby, god...” he breathes out. it’s clear he’s still sleepy, but it’s so fucking hot.

you lose yourself the moment his tip grazes against that spot, your hips grinding desperately for him to keep hitting it. but jungkook helps you by bending his legs a little, planting his feet on the mattress and starting to thrust up into you.

hard. you didn’t think he could be on his full potential when he’s as sleepy as he is now, but he proves you wrong fucking you so hard that you fall on top of him, your bare chest against his clothed one. yes, also the fact that he’s still half clothed and you’re completely naked makes you even wetter. but he’s slow, he gives your deep and hard thrusts but still doesn’t do it fast.

“oh my– fuck...” you breathe out against his neck, not being able to move anymore.

“feels good, baby?” he doesn’t stop fucking you, his hands also pulling your hips down to meet his thrusts so hard you know you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.

“yes daddy,” the word slips out of your mouth before you can even process it and you feel jungkook stopping completely. “fuck...” you whisper and hide your face on his neck in embarrassment. “i’m sorry, i don’t know why i said that.”

“daddy?” jungkook asks and you hate the way you don’t know what he’s thinking right now.

“i’m so sorry... fuck, that was so weird– i’m sorry baby.”

“no, let daddy hear you baby.” he suddenly starts thrusting up inside you and you let out a scream.

“kook! oh my god!” he’s fast now. fast and hard. your whole body is completely limp on top of his.

“that’s not my name, babe.”

oh fuck.

“d– daddy..” you stutter because you can’t even form words right now.

“there you go.” he chuckles and fuck, how can he chuckle while fucking you so hard, you can’t even form a single thought in your brain right now.

“fuck!” you whine when his tip keeps brushing against that sweet spot. “i’m so– i’m so close, daddy.”

“gonna cum?” he hums.

“yeah...” you cry out and the chuckle he lets out makes you clench incredibly hard around his cock.

“gonna cum on daddy’s cock?”

“fuck! yeah... yes, yes, please.” you mumble dumbly, feeling closer and closer everytime he speaks.

“please what?” jungkook hums as his hips keep that punishing pace that has you seeing stars.

“please let me cum,” you beg. “please daddy.”

“cum for me, baby.”

your orgasm washes over your whole body like a wave, leaving your legs shaking as you fall completely limp on top of his body while he keeps thrusting to cum just a few seconds after.

“fuck...” jungkook groans as he fills you up, the sensation making you squirm a little on top of him. “that’s my good girl.” he mumbles as he rubs your back up and down soothingly.

“i missed you.” you say and finally lift your head up to leave a little kiss on his lips.

“i missed you too baby,” you can see his smile even through the dark. “i’m gonna turn us around, okay?” he warns and you just nod, letting him hug your waist to flip you two around so that he’s the one on top.

“it’s gonna be messy.” you giggle as he positions himself on his knees to pull out.

“it’s okay, i’ll change the sheets now.” jungkook shrugs and starts to pull out, making you hiss a little in discomfort but sigh when you instantly feel his cum spilling out of you and straight onto the sheets.

you can’t help but giggle again when jungkook sits back and looks down, like he’s admiring the view.

“like what you see... daddy?” you tease as you slide your hand down your body until you get to your pussy and slip two fingers inside.

“you don’t know what you’re doing to me.” he rubs his hands up and down your thighs as he keeps his eyes down where you’re gathering some of his cum with your fingers. a low groan leaves his mouth when you bring your messy fingers to your mouth and suck on them, tasting him on them.

“missed your taste.”

“you better stop that shit before i get hard again,” he warns you and you break in laughter. “wanna have a quick shower?” he asks.

“yeah, i’m a little sweaty and i feel gross.” you nod as you sit up. he nods.

“mh, i’ll change the sheets while you shower, okay? i’ll join you in a minute.”

“okay.” you smile and lean closer to him to steal another sweet kiss before getting up from the bed and making your way to the bathroom, turning the lights on first.

“baby.”

you turn around at that and jungkook looks up and down your naked body before saying, “i really missed you.”

you smile. “i missed you too.”

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A/N: i hope you liked this story !!!!! please feel free to comment or send me an ask telling me what you thought of it, feedback helps a lot ! see you in the next one :) 🫂💐

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kooklovee · 1 month

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Jungkook- ff recs masterlist 🔞

So here's my fav Jungkook ffs of all time plus a MUST READ compilation 💌.

All the recommended ffs are 18+ so MDNI!!

S: smut | A: angst | F: fluff | ❤️: extreme favs

(fics are not ordered in any specific order of preference and neither do they entertain infidelity or any major triggering themes 🙃)

Starting off with the 2 most "SEVEN" mv inspired one shots I've read till now -

■ Night after night by @brown-bi-beautiful ❤️ ( S, A, F )

■ Devoted to trouble by @jeonsweetpea (S, slight A, F)

Seven days a week by @jjkeverlast (S, slight A, F)

Thirteen rounds by @moni-logues (S)

Slow motion by @rerefundslocals(S, A, F)

@personasintro 's masterlist ❤️

Legit ALL her ffs are TOP NOTCH. So here's link to her entire masterlist. Fav author for a reason 💜

Ps - Mutual help & Away from you are Ultimate lovee!

Stay with me by @jungk0oksthighs ❤️(S, A, F)

Reminder by @dollfaceksj ❤️ (S, A, F)

Over wine (Ongoing) by @koocycle (S, A)

There's no way by @redjoonie (S, slight A, F)

Seven ways to sunday (Ongoing) by @jeonjcngkook (S)

Bad Omega, Sweet Omega JJK by @helenazbmrskai (S, A)

Drabble collection by @onlyswan (F)

Office break by @vminizzle (S)

Two point five by @bratkook (S, F)

My you by @wnderkoo (S, slight A, F)

This is how we break by @ahundredtimesover (S, A)

Unplanned night by @vminizzle ❤️ (S)

Rolling stone by @kooktrash (S, A)

4-7-8 by @jiminrings (S, heavy A, F)

Sleepless nights by @wnderkoo (S, F)

Backstage quickies by @btsqualityy ❤️ (S)

So good by @ggukiepie ❤️ (S)

Lost on you by @letjungcoook7 (S)

Cramped quarters by @btsqualityy (S)

Kink series by @btsqualityy ❤️ (S)

Bts reactions by @cheolhub (S)

Early riser by @moni-logues (S)

Bf!Jk drabble by @letjungcoook7 (S)

Standing next to you by @back2bluesidex (S)

On my mind by @angelguk ❤️ (S)

Ceo!Jk one shot by @letjungcoook7 (S, slight A)

All over again by @jungkookstatts ❤️ (S, F)

Return the favor by @back2bluesidex (S, F)

Jk!drabble by @borathae (S)

The bet by @letjungcoook7 (S)

Bf!Jk (kinda break up au) by @letjungcoook7 (S, A)

Bf!Jungkook by @jungkookstatts ❤️ (S, F)

Cherry flavored by @jungkookstatts ❤️ (S, F)

Black dye by @mercurygguk (S, F)

When the end comes by @oddinary4bts ❤️ (S, F, huge A) happy ending tho

Down on you by @ki-yomii ❤️ (S)

I want you to stay by @ahundredtimesover (Ongoing)

Birthday boy by @jeonfics (S)

Wishing for you by @kookiestarlight (S, A, F)

Guilty Pleasures (Ongoing) by @kookslastbutton (S, A)

The violence of the dog days by @youarewhatyoulove-blog ❤️ (S, F)

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kooklovee · 1 month

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the violence of the dog days.

pairing: jeongguk x reader

summary: In the midst of summertime, after a week of neglect, your boyfriend has a way of making you feel even more heated.

you're hot and horny for jeongguk.

rating: mature🔞 (minors please dni)

genre: non-idol au, college au, established relationship, smut, fluff, pwp

word count: 9.2k words of unadulterated smut.

warnings: reader and jeongguk are absolute horny simps for each other, but they're also so inlove, soft boyfriend jeongguk (because yes that is a warning), jeongguk is a law student (oof), overuse of the petname 'baby', reader hasn't been getting it seven days a week😔, switch jeongguk (kinda), hair pulling, hickeys, making out, thigh riding, nipple play (jeongguk is proudly a boob guy), religious imagery because jeongguk worships reader like a god, usage of the words 'c*nt' and 'p*ssy' (because i know some people are iffy about that), cunnilingus (f-receiving), jeongguk is low-key a sadist y'all (in his fantasies), a bit of dom/sub dynamics, prayers for reader because jeongguk's got that big d🙏🏽, unprotected sex, doggy style, degradation, a teeny weeny bit of overstimulation, creampie - like this is just pure smut guys 😬, possessive sex, choking, aftercare, reader kinda hints at having attachment issues (but don't we all).

author's note: 1. please ignore any typos :). of course, i'd appreciate any feedback or constructive criticism. but if you find yourself uncomfortable by any of the themes in this fic, there's no need for hate, just kindly move on. 2. also, this is a lot longer and softer than i intended. this fic was supposed to be purely hard smut, but i fell in love with the characters and their relationship, and some aspects of the story just turned out sickeningly sweet - so proceed with caution.

You're an hour into tossing and turning when you can't take it anymore.

The heat.

With June coming to a close end, the surviving remnants of summer creep in through your bedroom window with barely a whisper of a breeze. It clings to every part of your skin, that ever-lingering humidity thickening the air, and wraps itself around your body like a cloak. For some reason, you thought that scrolling aimlessly through the various apps on your phone would help distract your mind from the muggy weather or maybe, by some miracle, even lull you to sleep.

But it hasn’t—of course it hasn't. Because summer is here to stay, burrowing deep within your bones and making a home there. Each passing minute is a testament to that, insomnia creeping up your spine with ill intent and wriggling into every cranny of your mind until you feel like you're losing it.

Perhaps you are, you think.

Because when the desk fan a few feet away suddenly stops whirring and the fumbling grasp you had on sleep slips from your reach like a fleeting dream in the morning light as a result of it—drifting further and further away—you hit your breaking point. The lack of white noise and cool air blowing your way mounts your frustration into place. It hangs there in the ether like a looming shadow but, unlike your slumber, has no plans of deserting you.

With an annoyed huff, you drop your phone back onto the nightstand for the umpteenth time and kick your leg out from under the duvet.

“Fuck.” You sigh, rolling onto your back.

A thin sheen of sweat lingers on the surface of your skin, causing the sheets to stick uncomfortably to every part of your body. You spread your limbs out like a starfish in some futile attempt to cool them down, hoping that you'll catch a draft, but the action only reminds you of how largely cavernous your bed feels right now.

The space beside you is missing a particular doe-eyed boy and, as your hand brushes over the empty spot, you realize that it's not so much the seasonal heat that's making you feel weirdly restless, but rather Jeongguk's absence. In an inconveniently clingy way, you need his body settled next to you at night, your legs and arms a tangled mess beneath the blankets.

You don't know why that is. Why sleep eludes you like a compass without direction, unable to find its way to you when Jeongguk isn't near. But you don't mull over it or give the thought a foothold to stand amongst the endless anxieties already in your head.

All you know is that cuddling up with him in the evening is perhaps one of your favourite pastimes. Akin to a baby with it's bottle, falling asleep in his embrace is something you've grown incredibly used to, maybe even a little dependent on—like a security blanket or night-light—and there's nothing you can do about it.

Sneaking a glance towards the dim light spilling in from beneath the bedroom door, you picture Jeongguk on the other side. Chances are, he’s still where you last left him. Sitting cross-legged on the couch with a laptop balancing carefully on his lap, eyebrows scrunched together in concentration, as he catches up on coursework.

You worry your lip, the thought of your boyfriend causing your mind to wander...

He looked so good tonight; adorned in a pair of grey sweats and a baggy t-shirt with his tattoos fully exposed. His dark hair was strewn across his forehead, falling into his eyes in a way that made your fingers itch.

You, on the other hand, are sporting an old, oversized shirt you opted to steal from Jeongguk's wardrobe to combat the high temperatures, but it hasn't helped much. The heat still loiters, creeping up the back of your neck and imbuing your cheeks with warmth.

It makes you long for winter, for the bitter nip of frosty ice and pelting rain, and the desire for that inadvertently reminds you of that fucking silver lip ring Jeongguk had gotten recently.

The memory of its cold, metal sting against your lips as he kissed you goodnight sends a distant, carnal hum coursing throughout your veins. It's probably tugged anxiously between his teeth right now whilst he types away, eyes deadset on the screen before him, and the image of that sends you reeling. Makes your skin flush further, yearning to feel its steel bite again.

For some reason, it propels you into motion, skin prickling as you throw your legs over the edge of the mattress without a second thought.

The last thing you want to do is bother his progress or interrupt his work, but selfishly, you persist. That gnawing feeling deep within your chest is too hard to ignore, heart beating voraciously with each step you take because it longs to be satiated by Jeongguk's presence. Your boyfriend is only one room over, just four thin walls separating the two of you, yet still—you miss him, want him.

Treading lightly, you hear the persistent click-clack of his keyboard and the muffled sound of typing only grows louder as you step out into the hallway. The wooden flooring is frigid beneath your feet, a sensation you immediately relish in as soon as the fiery crawl of discomfort across your skin begins to lessen. Your shirt—or more precisely, Jeongguk’s shirt—falls flat from your waist, landing a few inches above your knees, as you wander further into the apartment.

Just as you’d predicted, Jeongguk is all pretzelled up on the sofa, too focused on his work to hear you enter. A few empty bottles of soju and convenience store snacks litter the coffee table, serving as silent witnesses to the length of time he's been out here. He must have dimmed the lights as well because a faint, warm glow shrouds every facet of the room, making him look particularly soft at this hour.

You walk up behind him, wrapping your arms around the length of his shoulders as you bend over the couch's headrest to envelop him in a hug. ”Hey,” You hum softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Jeongguk startles slightly at the contact, shaken from his deep concentration as he angles his head to look up at you. “Shit, baby. You scared me.” He breathes, voice rough from disuse. It rumbles through you like a distant thunderstorm, body vibrating with electricity.

“Sorry,” You murmur, glancing at the assignment he's been working on and tiny pangs of guilt gradually trickle into your stomach. “I didn't mean to disturb you, but-”

“You're not disturbing me.” Jeongguk instantly reassures, scanning your face with a knowing look. “Can’t sleep?” He asks and you nod, burying your face into the crook of his neck. The scent of his body wash immediately encompasses you like a warm embrace, wild pinewood and bergamot invading your senses.

“I thought you’d be in bed by now.” You mumble against his skin, unable to hide the pout in your voice.

Jeongguk frowns, eyes flickering to the time at the bottom of his laptop screen.

Shit, he hadn’t even noticed how late it’s gotten, the hours skulking along the cusp of a new day. He should probably be turning in for the night, head to bed and worry about this project tomorrow, but he’d rather not postpone his responsibilities. Not when you’re staying over the weekend and he could be spending that time with you instead.

“I know.” Jeongguk responds, hand coming up to intertwine with yours. “I’ll be there soon, okay?” He promises, bringing your knuckles to his lips. The featherlight kiss he presses there soothes you like a curative balm.

“Okay,” You relent, untangling yourself from his body. “But, can I stay here for a bit? It’s too hot in there.” You half lie, gesturing towards the bedroom while simultaneously walking over to the kitchen only a few feet away.

“Yeah, of course.” He murmurs, eyes following your movements.

“Thanks, Kook.” You smile, sparing him a glance over your shoulder as your eyes sparkle with mirth. “By the way, your fan broke down again.”

“Again?” He laments, eyebrows furrowed together whilst he runs a disgruntled hand through his hair. “I seriously need to get that old thing repaired or maybe even replaced.” He grumbles to himself, before a guilty afterthought occurs at the sight of you. “Fuck, I'm so sorry, baby. No wonder you couldn't sleep.”

You don't tell him that it's not so much the heat keeping you awake but, more so, him.

“No, don't worry about it.” You settle on instead, trying to dispel his concerns. “It's not your fault.”

This isn't the first time that Jeongguk’s fan has given him problems. He's had the thing since high school; so it’s no surprise that the motor tends to give in every now and then, running a little too hot. He’s been meaning to get the issue sorted, but hasn’t really found the time to do that these days.

“Plus, I'd much rather be out here with you.” You add.

Jeongguk smiles at you so sweetly then, dimples making an appearance, and your body flushes all over, burning once again.

God, what is wrong with you tonight?

You need to calm down, cool down. At this rate, you feel like an overheating engine, bound to crash in on yourself and combust.

Grabbing a glass of ice water from the fridge dispenser, you rein yourself in, distracting your mind with conversation. “I promise not to be a bother though, like you won't even notice I'm here.” You say, before chugging the cold liquid down on the spot, completely ignorant to the way that Jeongguk drinks you in.

A welcome sight is what you are, so cute tonight with your hair all mussed, practically drowning in his shirt. “You’re never a bother.” He responds, mouth going dry when you lean back to empty the glass. The action causes your shirt to hike up, the creamy expanse of your thighs further exposed to his hungry eyes.

He feels his dick stir at the sight.

“How much longer do you think you’ll be?” You ask, wiping your lips with the back of your palm, as you place your cup in the sink and shuffle over towards your boyfriend.

“Uhh…” Jeongguk clears his throat, broken out of his stupor. He turns back to face his laptop, skimming the Word document that's open before him when he feels you nestle into his side a second later. Automatically, he brings a hand down to rest against your leg.

“I’m not sure,” He grumbles, thumb rubbing soothing circles against your bare thigh. The absent-minded touch ignites something in you, skin blazing at the contact, and you try your best to suppress the goosebumps that rise in Jeongguk’s wake. “Maybe another hour or so?” He guesses.

“Oh.” You mumble and, although you fight the disappointed curl of your lips, Jeongguk doesn’t miss the deflated look on your face.

“I’m sorry,” He squeezes your thigh apologetically, frown overtaking his pretty features. “I know it’s been a while since we spent time together.”

A week exactly, you note, but ultimately keep that detail to yourself. After all, neither one of you is to blame for being so busy, constantly caught between work and university.

You think that's maybe the reason you're feeling so needy tonight, body set ablaze by every minor look and touch from your boyfriend. In a way, you're feeling a little neglected since your relationship’s taken the backseat, not by choice but by consequence, and you don’t know how to deal with it.

“It's fine.” You shrug. "It's not like we can help it.”

You try to be nonchalant about the matter, injecting the slightest hint of indifference into your tone, but Jeongguk sees right through you.

He always does.

“Come here.” He says suddenly, voice soft as he shifts his laptop onto the coffee table.

You look up at him, confusion clear on your face.

“What?” You blink, but your question falls on deaf ears because Jeongguk merely uncrosses his legs and pats his lap.

“Come here,” He then repeats and reaches for your waist.

You're uncertain for the briefest of moments, eyeing Jeongguk suspiciously, before you ultimately give in like malleable clay in his soft hands, allowing him to pull you onto his lap with ease. “I've been working for hours.” He grumps once you're comfortably straddling his waist, hands resting on either side of your hips. “Hardly seen you since you got here.”

You hum, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth in thought. It's no secret that you've been spending a lot more time at Jeongguk's place in lieu of your ratty little dorm room. You felt bad about it at first, feeling as though you were invading his space and overstaying your welcome. But your boyfriend couldn't be happier about it. He rather likes the idea of your lives interlocking, melding together as if they were puzzle pieces falling into place. He likes that when he's working, like on nights like this, that you're just on the opposite side of the door, not one phone call or car ride away.

He likes that you're his and he is, equally as much, yours.

“I wanted to leave you to your work.” You explain, curling your arms around his neck. Your fingers absentmindedly play with the ends of his hair that have grown out and the light touch only brings about the memory of how much he has missed you these past few days.

“Well, it's about time I take a break, don't you think?” Jeongguk muses and you become hyper-aware of the way his fingers brush up your spine. “Give my girl some attention…” He trails on, eyes flickering to your lips.

You practically preen at the idea, smiling shyly as you lean into his touch. “I wouldn't object to that.” Your heart patters in your chest, beating wildly at the mere sight of Jeongguk. At the thought of him finally touching you, kissing you, quenching your thirst after this week-long drought. “I've missed you.”

Jeongguk chuckles faintly. “Me too, baby.” He murmurs, perching his head upwards to press his lips against yours.

The kiss is gentle, chaste, his plush lips feeling so featherlight against yours. You almost imagine they were never there to begin with because Jeongguk pulls away before you can truly savour the taste of them.

“You know, you look so pretty in my clothes.” He begins, large hand spreading lazily around your left hip and up your back. “Kinda makes me want to wreck you.”

“You already wreck me.” You breathe without missing a beat.

“Yeah?” Jeongguk rasps, his voice low and a little dark. It sends a thrill straight up your spine.

You nod in response, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks. “No one makes me feel the way you do.” You admit, eyes flitting across his face. It's an unwavering truth—one that simultaneously scares and excites you in this quiet dead of night.

“Can I kiss you again?” The words come out as a breathy whisper; as if you've been holding on to them for too long, as if they're the oxygen you so desperately need to breathe, and Jeongguk tilts his head, bewildered frown on his face.

“How is that even a question.” He gripes, slanting his head in a means to meet your mouth halfway, but you have another idea.

You press into him instead, leaning forward, and set out to peck lovingly along the curvature of Jeongguk’s jawline. He huffs in amusement, endeared by the way you take control. Because, although he’s usually the dominant one in the bedroom, he doesn't mind when you take charge like this. In fact, he's grown to love it. Loves the way you come into your own, toying and teasing with him, until your own actions cause you to grow desperate.

It's one of his greater weaknesses, his Achilles heel, and right now, you want nothing more than to expose it. Unveil a certain side of him. The one that'll see how far you can push before he starts to push back. The one that'll give in and take you right here on this couch after he's entertained your antics for long enough and you finally beg him to fuck you.

Your body practically hums at the thought.

You map out his skin, lips brushing against the surface like you're exploring a new land. Every movement careful, every touch claiming what's yours. And it almost goes to your head—how quickly Jeongguk submits to your mouth’s assault, his body relaxing into the couch like he's letting you have your way with him.

Jeongguk doesn't tell you that he is. That your lips are a holy grail he'd happily yield to.

When your teeth graze lightly at a particular soft spot below his ear, he lets out a small groan, eyes falling closed at the sensation. You feel the sound roll through you, the ache between your legs becoming hard to ignore when you think about the fact that you've roused that melody from his mouth.

It spurs you on, makes you want to hear it again and again. You want to paint the entire column of his neck red and then watch your confession of love fade to a bruised purple in the weeks to come. You want to rediscover all the ways that you can make Jeongguk sing, and the way your body dances to his tune in turn. Your lips lap him up, kisses becoming indelicate with desperation, teeth nipping with intent along his upper jaw, tongue tracing over the skin before you repeat all these gestures twicefold.

You can feel yourself growing wet, relish in the way that Jeongguk's hands tighten around your form. “Shit,” He mumbles and your body crows. Without pause, you shift against his lap and move to the neglected side of his neck, targeting the skin there. You can feel him getting hard beneath you, your core situated right above his growing erection, and it causes a shiver to run down your spine.

You plant a few messy kisses against his throat, nibbling vehemently, but then Jeongguk tuts and pries his eyes open before you have the opportunity to really sink your teeth into him.

“Baby,” He warns, curling a hand into your hair to form a makeshift ponytail. “No marks. I've got a presentation on Monday.” He says and pulls you back by an inch. His movements are somewhat hesitant, voice rough, like he's not entirely sure he truly wants you to stop.

But he has to. He can't afford to show up to class on Monday and present the most important project of his life with hickeys all over his neck.

“Next time.” He promises, but you consider outright ignoring him for a second, even though it's nonsensical, like some twisted form of punishment for a week of neglect.

But it’s Jeongguk—Jeongguk who’s been extra stressed lately about completing his degree. Jeongguk who’s carving time out of working on his big assignment right now—one which, not only counts forty percent of his grade, but could also earn him an internship at one of the top law firms in Seoul if he's lucky enough—all to pay special attention to you.

So, “Fine.” You give in, albeit a little petulantly, and brace your hands against his chest, face feeling flushed. “I’m sorry. I just wanna be close to you is all.”

“I know. Me too.” He rasps, grip on your hair loosening a touch, but not completely. “We don't have to stop though, just don't mark me up.” He explains, free hand rubbing up and down your thigh.

“Okay,” You slide your palms up his chest, feeling the toned muscles tense beneath your touch. “I really love you, you know?”

Jeongguk's eyes soften, a hint of a smile creeping up on his face. “I know,” He hums, tugging at your hair in a way that makes your scalp tingle. “But I don't think it comes close to how much I love you.” He rasps, using his grip as leverage to pull your head backwards until the delicate skin of your throat is exposed. “It's incomparable.” He murmurs, placing a single kiss on the side of your mouth before he travels south, lips peppering across your jawline.

You shiver, hands twisting into the thick material of Jeongguk's t-shirt. You want to tell him that it's not a competition, that you'd love him until the sun stops rising and, even if this one week of distance had been more, you know that he feels the same.

But the heavy palpitations in your chest causes the words to dissolve on your tongue because Jeongguk pulls the collar of your shirt to the side a second later, exposing more of your skin, before he traces a path along your décolletage. He's touching you like a starved man, mouth just as desperate and feverish as you’re starting to feel.

A stuttered gasp escapes your lips, your hands moving upwards, unsure of where to be, when he nips at a particularly sensitive spot. You settle them on his shoulders.

“Jeongguk,” You moan, the tingling between your legs maturing into an unbearable ache.

“I know, baby.” He abruptly pulls away from your clavicle—lips red, eyes blown. “Tell me what you want.”

His demand goes over your head because you don't know what you want; can barely think straight with the lingering feeling of Jeongguk's lips on your neck. With the growing wetness sticking uncomfortably to your panties. With the burning, hot embers laying at the base of your stomach, begging to be set ablaze. And Jeongguk knows that. Knows that you're neither here nor there, only somewhere in the middle, teetering on the line of endless choices. So he lets go of your hair then, manoeuvres your body until you're straddling only his left thigh.

“Don't think about it, baby.” He murmurs, both hands moving to your hips. He guides them back and forth, slow and gentle, with just enough pressure to relieve that desperate throbbing in your pussy. “Just feel.”

And you do, sinking into your own little bubble, a paradise as impenetrable as the gates of heaven. You take your time to grind up against him, moving in tandem with the flow of his hands and a soft whimper climbs up your throat at the sensation of your clit brushing against the firm muscles of Jeongguk’s thigh. You're already so soaked, underwear absolutely sodden from the relentless pendular motions of your pelvis, and when you look down to find a dark, damp spot beginning to stain Jeongguk's sweatpants, you can't help but intensify your movements.

It should be embarrassing, how quickly you've become turned on, how much you're dripping, when Jeongguk's barely touched you, but instead you just feel liberated. Pure power coursing through your veins because your boyfriend has given you the reins, is letting you use his body like a bitch in heat, and it's exhilarating; intoxicating every facet of your mind.

“That's it,” Jeongguk purrs, deserting your hips once you gain momentum to instead sneak both hands up the hem of your shirt.

Your breath escapes its chambers when he trails past the soft curve of your waist and straight to your breasts. “Fuck, you're so beautiful.” He grunts, gaze intent on your every reaction, like he's watching artwork unfold. His nimble fingers circle your nipples, tracing them with the most tantalizing pattern, until they begin to harden.

“Please,” You choke, clasping his shirt in between your fists like it's some sort of lifeline. You're not even sure what you're begging for, pace quickening as you ride Jeongguk’s thigh more aggressively. Every rut forward sends sparks shooting throughout your body, nerve endings alight, and when Jeongguk pinches your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, your back arches in pleasure. A throaty moan penetrates the room otherwise filled with nothing but your uneven pants and the sound of Jeongguk's voice.

“Gonna make you feel so good,” He groans, hands inching towards your shirt’s lower seam. He drags it over your torso, itching for better access to your breasts. Even in your muddled state, you meet him halfway, raising your arms above your head until the damned thing is off and you're left in nothing but your lacy underwear.

You hardly have time to adjust to the humid air hitting your torso, when Jeongguk tips his head forward, enveloping your right nipple into his mouth with reckless abandon. The response is instantaneous, a strangled sob slipping past your lips at the feeling of his warm mouth encased around your stiffened peak. His tongue swipes across your nipple, shockwaves manifesting at the blissful contact, and you don't know how much longer you're going to last—an embarrassing feat you don’t ponder on too much.

Instead, you squeeze your eyes shut, focusing on the attention Jeongguk pays you. Whimpering when the pads of his fingers move to fondle the nipple of your forsaken breast while the other submits to his mouth’s pleasurable torment, each purposeful pinch causing them to tighten all the more. Your skin feels like it's on fire, the warmth of Jeongguk's touch igniting the cinders glowing from deep within your belly. “I-I think,” You swallow, your pussy rubbing deliciously into Jeongguk's leg. “I think I'm going to come soon,” You manage to admit through a repressed whine, voice so strained it sounds foreign even to your own ears.

You don't think you've ever hit an orgasm this quickly. You've never had to. Because you and Jeongguk are like inseparable magnets; every atom in your bodies drawn to each other, always connecting like two poles seeking the other out—never going more than a few days without some form of intimacy. Never mind a week.

At least, not until now.

So when Jeongguk bounces his leg upwards to meet the force of your pussy coming down on his quadricep, adding to the way you slam into him, your clit positively throbbing at the impact, you feel the onset of that familiar coil in your stomach tightening.

“Just let go, baby.” Jeongguk rasps, granting you permission with one final flick of your nipples and then you're coming undone, white fiery heat flooding every fiber of your body, as you cry out his name. Only his name, forever on your lips. You feel the way your entire form convulses, the way Jeongguk helps you through it, flexing his thigh so that you can get the most out of your orgasm, and your hips buck forward—unrelenting and greedy—before they finally ease into a slow rut. Grinding into him until the receding, minuscule waves of pleasure begin to fade.

With the last few clenches of your pulsating core, you slowly catch your breath, muscles slackening as you become pliant in Jeongguk's arms, the weight of your body suddenly too much for you to bear. Your boyfriend holds you tight though, both hands moving to your waist to keep you secure.

Behind the darkness of your closed eyelids; you hear Jeongguk softly murmur your name and feel the way his hand comes up to your face, tucking a few stray strands of hair behind your ear before he cups your cheeks. “You okay, angel?” He asks, voice emerging as a hushed tone.

When you manage to tear your eyes open and give him a soft, affirmative nod, Jeongguk seems satisfied, pressing a delicate kiss to your sternum before he shifts you from his lap and onto your back in one fell, but gentle swoop.

Your head hits the soft leather of the sofa with the aftermath of your climax still lingering against your skin like crackling electricity, fuzzing up your mind. “You think you can take more?” He asks, eyes flitting across your face to get a read on your current state of mind.

You nod your head assuredly, reaching out to make a grab for his body, to bring him closer. “Yeah I can,” You say confidently, arm's snaking up his back to explore the taut muscles that reside there.

Jeongguk is hovering over your body, thigh pressed hotly between your legs, and even though you can feel the rush of arousal, brought on only a second ago, pooling uncomfortably in your underwear—you want more. You want him. “I want to carry on.”

Jeongguk studies your demeanour, casting your body and expression a careful once-over, because he wants to feel you, be in you, wants to make you see stars. But it's only a matter of whether you're able to handle that right now. He has barely had his way with you, but you already look so fucked out, so perfect for him. It makes the blood rush straight to his dick. “You make me crazy.” He rasps, eyes locking with yours as he brings a hand up, tracing his thumb along your bottom lip.

You almost cower beneath his touch, beneath the sincerity of his gaze; appraising the very depths of your being as if you were a delicate treasure, as if he were staring at a god or something of a divine beauty.

Jeongguk thinks that maybe he is; thinks you’re the light, the one thing he’d worship morning, noon and night through blind faith. And there are barely enough words in the dictionary for him to express this notion to you, so instead he settles for “I love you.” Voice as rough as the high tides, but softer than moonlight.

He feels compelled to tell you this every chance he gets, a hopeless slave to his feelings for you. “Like I've never loved anything else in my life.” He continues. It's a quiet confession in the night, not a new one, but the words mean just as much as the first time he admitted them to you.

You feel yourself melt, can't remember ever feeling this cherished. Not since before Jeongguk and hopefully, never after. “I love you too.” You murmur, taking a moment to drink in every detail of the man who has left you restless all night.

Your eyes flicker over the defined cut of his jaw. The delicate curve of his lips and the pretty mole resting just beneath it. The small kissable scar on his cheek. The feathery flutter of his eyelashes. The strands of hair that have fallen over his face, and you retract your hand from his back to push them away.

How did you ever get this lucky?

“So much.” You emphasize and your voice thickens with the weight of your words, spoken from the very depths of your soul. “More than you could ever know.” Because there aren't enough words in the dictionary to get this notion across, so instead you lift your head, planting a firm kiss to Jeongguk’s lips as if sealing a vow, a promise of forever.

Jeongguk receives your kiss like he does with everything else related to you; openly, hungrily. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip—once—twice—and you instantly become pliant under his weight. Your fingers find his hair, tangling into the dark tresses as you deepen the kiss. It’s hot and it’s heavy, and in the distant part of your mind, you register that Jeongguk tastes like peaches, most likely from the alcohol he’s been drinking.

The sweetness of his lips immediately goes to your head; drunk and euphoric, and all grace flies out the window the next second. “Touch me,” You murmur breathlessly against his mouth, fingertips skimming over the nape of his neck. “Please, I need you.”

Jeongguk groans, a husky sound resonating from deep within his throat. “Fuck,” You can feel how rock hard he’s gotten, his erection pressing into your inner thigh and it's making you delirious with need. “I’ll give you anything you want.” Jeongguk rumbles, his mouth forming a wet, messy trek away from yours to embrace the flesh of your breasts.

You want to tell him that it's him, only him you want. Puppeteering your every move, body relinquishing itself to his touch. But you don't. You can't, not when Jeongguk's teeth leave scarlet marks across your chest that render you mute, words evaporating on your tongue like sacramental bread.

“My pretty baby,” He coos tenderly and you fight the urge to rut up against him. “Always so fucking ready for me.“ He praises, kisses traveling southward and it burns, searing, everywhere that Jeongguk touches you. You think you might erupt or shatter, and nothing less, if he doesn't meet you where you really need him to, your cunt begging to be satiated with his fingers, or his tongue, or his dick—anything.

A whimper escapes your lips, an embarrassing, desperate sound hanging in the thick air, as you glance down past your heaving breasts. You watch as Jeongguk abandons your boobs, planting a trail of kisses across the expanse of your stomach, your hip bones—takes the tiny little ribbon on your underwear between his teeth and tugs. The deliberate gesture causes your panty to rise up a bit, ever so slightly brushing against your clit in the process, and you bite down on your bottom lip, holding back an ungodly moan.

You can't take it anymore, all this teasing.

Jeongguk can read it on your face; sees it in the way you swiftly tilt your head back, eyes closed, brows scrunched together. He knows you like the back of his hand, which is how he gauges that you've fallen back into a place of submission—done with the tortuous foreplay, done with calling the shots, done with delaying the inevitable. You want him to fuck you, to use your body the same way you had used his mere minutes ago. And if his dick could get any harder at the thought, it would.

Jeongguk licks his lips, slips a finger into the curve of your waistband as he murmurs, “I’m gonna take this off now, okay?”

You nod your head, not daring to open your eyes to confront the image of Jeongguk's face a mere hair's breadth away from your cunt. It's too erotic. Too much. You feel him drag the thin garment down your legs, a string of arousal following suit, and suddenly feel self-conscious, attempting to close your legs to hide how shamefully wet you are.

But Jeongguk's not having any of that.

He carelessly chucks the lacy material to the side like it’s nothing but a rag, a nuisance, and then grips your inner thigh. “Don't you dare,” He grunts, using his grasp to keep your legs apart, lifting them upwards until your knees are bent to your chest and your ankles are resting over his shoulders, giving him the perfect view of your dripping cunt.

You barely have time to register the ticklish feeling of Jeongguk's breath fanning against your core before he dives straight in, licking a long stripe across your pussy, and your hips instinctively buck up. “Shit,” You mewl, rejoicing in the way his tongue traverses from your slit to your clit, lapping up every drop of arousal.

Jeongguk groans, a sound so low, stemming from the heart of his diaphragm, when he samples that first morsel of your leaking nectar. You taste like heaven, so sweet and unbearably wet, and all just for him.

“So fucking good,” He grumbles, mouth drinking you in. His tongue is unrelenting in its efforts to devour your pussy, and the overwhelming sensation of him slurping and sucking—of him eating you out like a connoisseur tasting the rarest of delicacies—causes frenzied pools of pleasure to ripple within the base of your belly.

He keeps at it, nose brushing against your clit as a byproduct, and after a few minutes the pure, unwavering rapture of Jeongguk's tongue becomes excruciating. A feeling so good, it’s almost too much. “Jeongguk,” You wail, heels digging into the couch as you try to back away from his mouth, but your boyfriend merely hooks his arms around your legs and pulls you closer. Holding you in place; unable to run or escape from the ruthless onslaught of his tongue, from the metal bite of his piercing brushing against your lower lips. “I can't,” You cry, writhing beneath his touch.

With his grip keeping you firmly anchored, Jeongguk brings one hand down to toy with your swollen clit, fingers moving in languid, clockwise motions. “You can,” He grunts thickly, tongue slipping between your folds and prodding deliciously at your hole. “I know you can, baby.” He mumbles in between fucking your drenched pussy with his fleshy muscle.

You shake your head frantically, eyes screwed shut, as you feel the waves of your second orgasm surfacing. “Not like this,” You beg, using your hands to reach down, fingers twisting into his fluffy hair as you desperately try to push him away. “Please, I want you in me.” A sob runs free, your walls pulsating around nothing because Jeongguk is taking his time with you, teasing your opening like he's got all night. But you don't. You're close, so fucking close, you can feel it in the tightening muscles of your pelvis, in the quivering of your legs.

But Jeongguk isn't giving you enough. He isn't giving you what you need. Your boyfriend, in all his hot glory, is taking you there with his tongue, swirling insufferably along your orifice—bringing you right up to the edge of the plank with an ocean of pleasure waiting just below your feet, but then he pulls you back. Drags you from the precipice before you can allow yourself to fall in, and it causes a frustrated whine to escape your lips. You need his cock deep inside, filling you up, pushing you off the ledge and into troubled waters. Your pussy throbs at the very thought. “Please Kook,” You find yourself beseeching for the second time. “I wanna cum with you in me.”

And any thread of composure Jeongguk has been holding on to up until that point, snaps at the pure neediness burrowed within your tone.

He looks up at you; lips glistening, eyes dilated—a mess of a man. But you don't look any better—or, if you were getting a glimpse of yourself through Jeongguk's point of view, never better—skin flushed, gleaming with a fine film of sweat, lips swollen from the way you've been biting them, and all at once, Jeongguk is overcome with the desire to give you everything you've ever wanted.

“Fuck, okay,” He curses, rising to his knees and you force your eyes open at the rough edge tainting his voice, at the overwhelming relief of getting what you wished for. “But it’s going to be a bit of a stretch, baby.” He says, not having prepped you fully. It's been a while since the two of you have had sex and, if he had it his way, he would have given you his fingers first, would have warmed and widened your lubricated walls, to ease the initial discomfort of him entering you.

But you look so pretty beneath him, so impatient, and—“I can handle it,” You mollify, voice a sweet concoction of sultry persuasion.

He nods in response, a curt motion, because if he thinks about how eager you're being, about how you're willing to take a little bit of the pain for the insurmountable pleasure, he might just come right there. Might just think of all the other ways you like to hurt; of the way you'd react if his palm made rough contact with your ass cheeks, or what would happen if he handcuffed you to his bedpost and stuffed you full with a vibrator and butt plug—if he fucked you tonight with no end in sight. He wonders if you'd cry, if you'd beg him for more or want him to stop, sopping and spent. More than that, he wants so badly to find out.

Jeongguk’s dark eyes find yours, their typical doe-eyed demeanour having turned hooded a long time ago. Yours are twinkling with anticipation, watching intently as he pulls his sweatpants down, letting them hang low beneath his buttocks. His cock immediately springs free, slapping against his stomach, and you sink your teeth into your bottom lip at the sight.

“Come here,” Jeongguk's voice carries a jagged intonation, raw and untamed, and breaks through you like crashing waves. But when he makes a grab for your body, his hands are nothing but gentle, hoisting you up onto your knees and positioning you on all fours.

With your ass bared before him, face pressed into the cold faux leather of the couch, Jeongguk smooths a hand down your back, watches with satisfaction as your spine yields before his touch, and then he takes a hold of his dick. Doesn't even bother giving it a few preliminary pumps because he's already painfully hard, precum leaking from the tip as he lines himself with your hole.

He doesn't put it in though.

First, he teases your little cunt with only the head of his length, not fully embedding himself within your warmth just yet. You whimper pathetically at the testing prod, fingers balling into frustrated fists, while Jeongguk watches in awe as your entrance narrows, pleading to be stuffed.

“God, look at you.” Jeongguk groans, eyes traveling from your glistening pussy to the state of your overall servile form.

He places one hand on your hip, fingers digging into the skin there, as he inches just the slightest bit forward, his dick slowly pushing into you. Your mouth parts at the sensation and you shakily prop yourself up onto your elbows, head falling forward with a moan. “So fucking needy, huh.” He goads when you attempt to meet him in the middle, subtly backing up against his pelvis.

“No,” You shake your head as if it's some sort of lie, as if you haven't been thinking about this moment since you stepped over the doorsill of Jeongguk’s apartment earlier. And your boyfriend laughs—he actually laughs—a maniacal, derisive sound that rings in your ears.

“There's no need to deny it, baby.” He drawls like smooth liquor hitting the back of your throat, a silky succour that, for some reason, has you dumbly nodding along. Because Jeongguk’s entering you more now, his dick fighting against the tight restraint of your heat, and you're too distracted by the feeling of it to fully comprehend what he's saying.

“I mean,” He continues, reaching down between your legs to gather the wetness clinging to your folds before he bends over your back, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “You’d think you've never been fucked a day in your life.” He murmurs, bringing his slick fingers to your level of sight.

You flush instantly, burning at the way your arousal dwells on Jeongguk's digits and forms a translucent web when he parts them into a V shape. “I can't help it,” You breathe shamefully, about to protest that it's his fault for letting you go so long without attention, for not taking care of your sexual needs and making you this susceptible to moments of depravity, when Jeongguk fully entrenches himself into your heat without so much as a warning.

“Aah,” Your jaw slackens at the sudden stretch of his length against your walls, the sensation so unfairly delicious you find yourself clenching around the intrusion with gasp, and your boyfriend uses the opportunity to stuff his letch-laiden fingers into your mouth.

“Clean them.” He grunts, lazily rocking forward and you choke back a moan, mouth instantly closing around his fingers. Head full of clouds, pussy filled to the brim, you obey. Your tongue licks up the juices stuck to his slim digits, gliding sensually across each one with care, and you vaguely hear Jeongguk curse below his breath, hips grinding into your core. “Fuck, just like that, angel.” He praises, allowing you to suck them clean for a few more seconds before he pulls them from your lips altogether with a lewd pop.

“Such a good girl,” He murmurs lovingly, pressing a singular kiss to your shoulder blade before he straightens to his full height behind you. “Always so perfect for me.”

Jeongguk's hands find your ass again and he gives the supple flesh a few gentle squeezes, savouring the way you whine in response.

“Please,” Your words come out embarrassingly broken and wretched, heart hammering in your chest with want, as you peek at Jeongguk over your shoulder. “Please, no more teasing. Just fuck me.”

“What do you think I'm doing?” Jeongguk asks, eyebrow raised, voice harbouring a hue of cockiness. He withdraws his thick length from your warm embrace at an agonizingly slow rate before thrusting right back in, repeating the motion steadily. “I'm fucking you right now, aren't I?”

You want to cry, your need to come so severe, it's starting to physically hurt.

Your fingers leave deep indents in the couch as you tackle the burning coals of frustration setting every inch of your body on fire. “M-More,” You stammer, feeling a pearl of arousal trickle down your thigh. You're so turned on right now, your mind an empty haze as Jeongguk edges you into oblivion, cunt so wet, you can barely feel the brush of his shaft against your walls anymore. “I need more.”

Jeongguk grins, feels the crown of his cock brush against a particular soft spot, and then decides to give you what you want. Because he loves it when you beg, when you become a blubbering mess beneath him, so cock-hungry, you forget yourself.

Without a moment's pause, Jeongguk pounds into you with unbridled vigour. His hips slap against your ass, the sound echoing throughout the room, and your body jerks forward at the impact. Your core is so drenched he's able to enter you with little resistance now. Emitting a rough, throaty groan, he fixates on how your creamy arousal coats his cock, disappearing in and out of your cunt.

“F-Fuck,” You hiss, your hand reaching back to firmly grip Jeongguk’s wrist for support, but he takes advantage of your extended arm and yanks you up until your back is pressed to his chest.

The new position gives him better access to your front and Jeongguk ghosts a hand around your waist without a second thought, smooths it down your stomach until he reaches your clit. Your body jolts the instant his fingers make contact with the swollen bud, legs quivering with the strength it's taking you to stay upright.

Your boyfriend notices your struggle and hooks his other arm around your waist, his fingertips holding you so tightly you won't be surprised if some bruises appear there tomorrow.

“Fuck, I've missed this.” He rasps, more to himself than you, whilst drilling against your g-spot. But the words affect you just the same as your pussy tightens in response, squeezing him into a death grip, and Jeongguk's hips stutter. “Jesus,” He groans, making a mental effort to stave off his own orgasm, trying to focus solely on you.

You really are going to be the death of him.

He breathes heavily through his nostrils before starting up again, slowly driving into you and his cock burrows so deep, you swear you can feel it in your uterus.

His fingers skim over your clit, tracing the nub ever so slightly because you're starting to flinch from his touch, starting to grow sensitive. And when your head falls back against his shoulder, a choked whine forcing its way out your throat, Jeongguk knows that you're close.

“You gonna come for me?” Jeongguk's lips brush against your temple, his hand deserting your pussy in sympathy to knead your breasts instead. You feel his thumb run over your nipple, static lightning steamrolling across your skin with each sweep.

“I-ah!” You can barely form a coherent sentence, the inklings of even one lucid thought slipping from your empty, fucked out mind as Jeongguk slams into you. He's setting a brutal pace, the noise of skin-against-skin undeniably obscene, but you can hardly find the will to care when the muscles in your abdomen begin to tense. They twist up like a clockwork toy, winding and winding, until Jeongguk hits a particular spot that makes your toes curl, and then you're coming undone for the second time tonight, knees buckling with the sheer force of your orgasm.

It hits you like a freight train, your body spasming. White dots of euphoria blur your vision, the pleasure so blinding, and Jeongguk's hold around your midsection is the only reason you don't collapse right there onto the couch.

“That's it, baby.” He reveres, hips never ceasing their movements even as your walls contract sporadically, determined to fuck you through it. An uncannily pornstar moan spills from your lips, mind and body having finally plunged into the silvery, stormy torrents of your climax, and the strangled sound causes something impossibly primal to rupture within Jeongguk. It thrashes at his chest like a wild caged animal, demanding release, and he recognizes the feeling all too well.

“You're mine, right? ” He finds himself grunting, voice husky with strain. The hand that was attending to your boobs instinctively ascends to your throat, squeezing slightly as he chases his own high, gives in to that grueling streak of possessiveness that only every rears its head when he has you like this—naked and vulnerable—and you groan at the familiar pressure.

You hum, walls clenching around him. “Only yours.” Your own hand reaches up, cuffing around his wrist for support as a tremor runs down your spine.

Jeongguk feels his balls tighten, the knowledge that he’s the sole witness to this side of you, so subservient and docile, sets him off the deep end.

Then you angle your head to the side, joining your lips with his. It's a messy, sloppy kiss, but the intimacy of it all causes Jeongguk's last bit of composure to crack.

He spills into you with a groan, the sound muffled by your mouth, as he rocks forward until every last drop of his seed is snug within your warmth.

The feeling of his cum bursting inside of you, length twitching, causes your pussy to flutter by reflex, milking Jeongguk of every ounce of cum, only suspending their contractions once he's thoroughly depleted.

By the end, you're both a heaving mess; chests rising and falling in unison as you come down, the electric current pulsing through your bodies fading into a comfortable hum.

Your skin is still buzzing, head befuddled, when Jeongguk presses a few lazy kisses across your shoulder—as if to ground you, to bring you back from the constellations he's painted behind your eyes.

“You were so good, baby.” He commends, smoothing the hair at the side of your profile and you can't help the soft, but dopey smile that breaks out onto your face then.

“I've been dreaming about that for forever.” You murmur, submitting to the assault of his lips. Your boyfriend chuckles in return, nuzzling your neck as he commits the smell of your skin, an alluring scent of sex and lavender, to his memory.

“Me too,” He hums, thumb gliding gently across the contour of your waist. Your sensitive pussy throbs at the light touch, rousing from the stimulation; which only reminds you of the unpleasant remnants of arousal coating your inner thighs.

As if reading your mind, Jeongguk whispers against your skin. “Let's get you cleaned up, okay?”

He eyes your figure carefully, waiting for any hint of consent before he leaves you here alone.

You manage to muster a nod and then feel his dick slip from your entrance a second later, withdrawing in a way that makes you cringe and leaves you feeling oddly empty.

“I’ll be right back.” He assures, his lips quickly, but comfortingly, brushing against your hairline. Thereafter, from your peripheral, you see Jeongguk detach himself from your side, pulling his pants back up as he disappears into the bathroom to do what he does best—take care of you.

In the meantime, you resist the temptation to slump back onto the sofa, feeling a hefty load of cum leaking down your thighs. Every muscle in your body feels relaxed, those sparks from earlier sizzling down into sleepy, smoky remnants that weigh you down. Mind a dazed mess, not sure of how much time has passed, you almost give in—the slumber you so desperately sought out at the beginning of the night finally settling into your bones—when Jeongguk walks back into the living room. He's changed into a pair of briefs and is carrying a wet cloth, as well as, a small tube of ointment.

Your body instantly perks up, a little rejuvenated by his presence.

“Hey,” Jeongguk murmurs once he's back in your close vicinity, fingers brushing against your cheeks as he peers down at you with a soft smile.

“Hey,” You tiredly grin back, pointing a finger at the items in his hand. “Those for me?”

Jeongguk hums, draping an arm around your waist to steady you. If you had the energy to freshen yourself up, you honestly would but currently, you can barely keep your eyes open. So instead you lean on your boyfriend—figuratively and literally—clutching onto his biceps as he brings the warm cloth to your nether regions. You hiss a little at the contact, still feeling delicate down there, but Jeongguk handles you with a gentle mindfulness that makes your heart swell. Makes you think back to a little over an hour ago, when you were alone in bed unable to fall asleep because he wasn't there.

And sometimes it worries you. How much you need him. How much something as simple and basic as sleep, needs the warmth of his touch to make its mark on you. How much you’ve grown to love him in the span of a few months, your life endlessly orbiting around him like the earth to the sun. How much the deepest crevices of your soul, where the vile fear of abandonment and instinctual desire to run, relinquish themselves to the light of Jeongguk’s unconditional love.

You watch him toss the used washcloth to the side before unscrewing the top of the ointment. Sigh; as his fingers, tender with purpose, apply dabs of vitamin K salve to your hips where the marks from his fingertips are starting to surface. “Shit, I'm so sorry baby.” He apologizes, the raspy, hushed tone of his voice communicating how guilt-ridden he feels. “I didn't mean to be this rough.”

And, you've never known a love like this. One that rustles through your hair like the wind on the drive down to your parents. One that meets you in the dead of winter between classes, wrapped up in coats and scarves, and coffee as the snow falls. One that kisses you goodnight, hands cupping your cheeks while the street lamps flicker outside.

One that dresses all your bruises.

It makes you want to run in the opposite direction every now and then, fleeing until you forget that you ever knew it could be this good, this safe.

But, staring at Jeongguk and the careful, intricate way he's massaging ointment onto all your black-and-blues, you bury these trepidations away, laying them to rest in the one place they belong—the past.

Because yes, you’ve never had this sort of love before—the seriousness, the commitment.

The emptied-out drawers for your clothes.

The spare toothbrush at his place.

The conversations of a future together—the clear line being crossed from fling to forever.

Even though it's a concept so scary and unfamiliar, and foreign to you—you never want to let it go.

You never want to let him go.

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kooklovee · 1 month

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➥ pairing | jeon jungkook x f!reader ➥ overall warning(s) | 🔞 smut; dirty talk, established relationship, accidental voyeurism, exhibitionism, semi public sex, masturbation (solo m), panty kink, cum play, implied choking kink, edging, handjob, teasing, switch!jk, orgasm control, soft dom!reader ➥ summary | jungkook isn't as alone as he thinks he is (aka you catch him jerking off in your bed with a pair of your panties)

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➥ two for the show part one of two | completed it’s unfair how pretty he is like this; so wanton and needy, half naked and stretched across the middle of your bed ➥ encore part two of two | completed “Just relax,” you breathe, mouth tracing along the cut of Jungkook’s jaw, feeling the muscles bunch and flex against your tongue, “You asked, so let me take care of you now.”

➥ soaked request | completed "was wondering if you could do another short chapter of what will happen if y/n chose to wear the underwear jungkook used to masturbate with🥲"

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kooklovee · 1 month

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liquor lips || jjk || +18 || one shot

☾ w.c: 1,5k

☾ pairing: bf!jungkook x fem!reader

☾ rating: 18+ minors do not interact.

☾ genre: smut

☾ warnings: porn without plot, drunk sex, car sex, masturbation, hair pulling, name-calling, light degradation, deepthroat, cum swallowing

☾ author's note: idk i hope you liked it, let me know your feedbacks, i missed writing smut and my account is dry as fuck

You two were drunk in the back seat of his car. You didn't exactly know how alcohol would feel like in the next morning, but right now, you only cared about your boyfriend's hands on your ass, pressing your skin so hard you winced in pain, yet in pleasure. Your dress hiked up as Jungkook slid his hand under your tight black dress while you passionately kissed his neck, tracing your tongue along the curve, and he tilted his head back, giving you enough space to kiss his skin. His neck was his weak spot, and you knew it.

Jungkook's laughter echoed in the car, the windows fogged up and the vehicle parked near several others on a lawn behind a friend's house, where a party with loud music, drinks, and intoxicated people was going on.

"Why do you insist on wearing a dress without panties?" Jungkook said, staring at you with a sharp gaze, his jaw clenched. He smacked your butt, hard, and now your dress was already bunched up around your hips. He wasn't angry, but fucking horny.

"Because it makes your life easier when you're fucking me," you replied, unbuttoning his pants and quickly unzipping them, but not with very good skill due to the drinks. Jungkook laughed again, a devilish, lustful laugh. Your thighs supported on the car seat with him sitting in the middle of your legs. You loved climbing onto his lap.

"I want a blowjob," he whispered, looking down, along with you, staring at his hard dick inside the black underwear that seemed to be squeezing him. You licked your lips slowly and nodded. You also wanted to give him a blowjob. You were salivating to have his cock in your mouth.

As you adjusted, moving off his lap and kneeling on the seat, he raised his hips and let his pants pool around his knees, and so did his underwear, revealing his hard cock, making your eyes sparkle as if it were the first time you'd seen it, hard and with veins bulging all the way to the base. You closed your hand into a fist, positioning your fingers around his cock, slowly sliding up to the tip, pressing it between your thumb and forefinger, applying pressure and hearing Jungkook moan.

You press your lips together, your gaze fixed on Jungkook's hard cock between your fingers where, now, your fist moved slowly up and down. Jungkook squirmed in the car seat, and you enjoyed the sight of him so surrendered, with his arms loose, legs spread apart, and his face thrown back, mouth slightly open, eyes closed, and brows furrowed.

His dick pulsates between your fingers, making you press them tighter around it, while he spreads his hand over the top of your back, his knuckles pressing against the skin exposed by the dress. The position you were in, kneeling and leaning on the seat, wasn't very comfortable, but comfort wasn't what you were thinking about at that moment; it was just about making your boyfriend cum.

The speed of your movement increases, and Jungkook groans. You loved that sound, loved how the alcohol made them more needy and with a touch of desperation. Jungkook firmly grasped your hair, wrapping it around his own fist and giving it a tug, making your head tilt back, causing you to grumble. His eyes meet yours, and you already know what he wants.

"Why do you love torturing me?" he rasped.

"Because it's fun," you replied.

Another tug of your hair, and you have to suppress a smile. You loved teasing him and tried to hide the satisfaction at that moment because he didn't like the answer. Not in that position, so desperate.

He pushed your head down, making you lean even further over him, leaving your mouth inches from the head of his cock, shiny and sticky with pre-cum that, at that point, was already spread along the entire length of his thick shaft too. You salivated, pausing your movements and letting his cock rest against your mouth, running the tip of your tongue over his dickhead, licking and tasting your mouth with a slight salty flavor. You made circular motions there, hearing Jungkook moan, pressing your lips around the head and sucking. Another moan and a smile from you.

You were addicted to this cock.

Your tongue slid around the head, using the tip of your tongue and sucking with enough pressure to drive him crazy. Gradually, you lowered your head, making his cock enter further and further into your mouth, moving your head in short movements. Your hand was still at the base of his dick, gradually moving in the same rhythm as your head. Jungkook flexed his thighs, and with his free hand, he brushed away the strands of hair falling over your face, while the other hand still held onto your hair.

"You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth," he said, and you moaned, muffled by his dick, looking at him sideways, seeing the desire in his eyes, but letting you suck him as you pleased.

And you did.

Not for long, because Jungkook was a pusher, so he started to push your head against his cock, making you swallow even more of it, and you moaned once again. Having his cock forced down your throat could be a bit uncomfortable, but you loved it because you enjoyed a certain degradation.

Jungkook's cock was big and thick, you kept your jaw as relaxed as possible so you could suck him for as long as possible, and he loved your dedication. He forced your head at an accelerated pace, ruining your mouth as he went deeper and deeper, using a bit of hip thrusting that also made him deeper into your mouth.

"Fucking slut," he says, amidst moans. His voice husky as you gag on his cock, making him let out a wicked laugh.

He forced you to swallow him all the way down, keeping your head still when his entire dick was inside your mouth, making you choke. Your eyes welled up with tears and streamed down the corner of your eye, you rolled your eyes and tried to breathe through your nose, while your throat accommodated his dick and your body had slight spasms.

"That's it, just like that," Jungkook whispers in a dirty tone, "You take this fucking dick so well." With his thumb, he brushes your cheek, wiping away an involuntary tear, "I love how good you are at deepthroating, babe."

With that said, he releases your head, and you pull away, feeling your throat burn. You cough a bit and glance at him as he smiles, giving a kiss on your cheek as you stare at his glossy cock covered with your saliva, leaving you even hornier.

"You okay?" he asks, and you nod, returning your hand to the base of his cock and moving your fingers, now at a faster pace. "Fuck," Jungkook whispers, his cock pulsating in your fingers as you lower your face once again, but now towards his balls.

You brush your lips against his balls before using your tongue to caress them. Jungkook shivers in the seat as you slowly suck on each one, moving your head from side to side. As you release them, you breathe heavily, sliding your tongue from the base of his dick to the head, then swallowing him again, now faster, with your hand also aiding in the movements, your head bobbing up and down, saliva dripping from the corners of your lips.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Jungkook says, throwing his head back and pressing his hand against your ass cheek. You don't slow down, continuing to suck him until he grabs your hair again and, with a pull, moves your head away, now just holding the tip between your lips. His hand on yours, masturbating him and squeezing his cock. Jungkook's moans become frequent, needy, and agonized. Your mouth slightly open with the head of his cock resting and your eyes closed, soon feeling his cum being shooting into your mouth, the salty taste filling your tongue.

"Don't swallow," he orders, his voice hoarse, still in the process of cumming into your mouth. Once he's done, with his cum in your mouth, he rubs the head of his cock across your lips and gives it a few taps.

"Do not swallow," he repeats, holding your face and making you lift your face closer to him. The warm, salty cum filling all your taste buds, making you emit a low moan. "Do you like my cum?" Jungkook asks with his mouth near yours. You nod, unable to give any verbal response with your mouth full. He smiles devilishly. "Alright, now swallow."

You obey, swallowing and breathing quickly after feeling his cum going down your throat. Jungkook lets out a low laugh, and you look at him, smiling too. He presses his lips to yours, moving his tongue in yours in a passionate kiss, making you sit on his lap once again, with your legs open and your pussy in contact with his uncovered and still slightly hard cock. Jungkook's fingers slide down your groin, gliding over your clit, making you moan into the kiss. The kiss stops, but your mouths are still close. He looks at you.

"Now I'm going to fuck you," he says, plunging two fingers into your already soaking wet pussy without warning.

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when worlds collide || series || jjk || 03

☾ pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

☾ rating: 18+ minors do not interact.

☾ w.c: 16,6k

☾ genre: angst, smut, slice of life, strangers to lovers, college au, fuckboy jk, inexperienced/virgin reader.

☾ warnings: mentions of death, grief, explicit language, mature content

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"Jungkook, I can’t, I'm a virgin," you said all at once, averting your gaze because you didn't want to see his reaction.

"What?" he asked, breathless and a little shocked.

"Yeah," you swallowed hard, and he sighed.

"Okay, sorry if I..." he stuttered, seeming embarrassed. "We can... stop," Jungkook looked at you, "I... didn't know," he said, adjusting his erection which now, without the jeans, was visible in the black boxer briefs he wore.

"It's okay, I let us get this far because I was horny, and I..." you sighed, "I didn't think it through, I should have told you earlier."

You felt your pussy pulsating and your whole body burning for more contact; you needed to be touched, you needed Jungkook, but you didn't think it was the right time yet. You both looked at each other for a moment, breathing a little heavily. Jungkook with his pants halfway down and his dick fully hard, and you with your breasts out and your panties soaked.

Damn, you had sworn you'd never kiss him again, and you were almost fucking him.

"It's okay, no problem," Jungkook said, pulling his pants back up. "Can you give me a minute? I kind of...," he said, looking at his dick, and you bit your lip, somewhat proud of having gotten him in that state. "Have an issue here."

"Sorry," you said, grabbing your shirt and covering your breasts.

"Are you apologizing for getting my dick hard?" he chuckled. "That's a new one."

"Sorry for getting it hard and not being able to help you with it," you shrugged, "And to be honest, my panties are soaked, I can feel it."

Jungkook laughed, biting his lower lip.

"Sorry for getting you all wet and ready for me, babe," he whispered, leaning closer to you and giving you a kiss on the cheek, leaving you completely breathless.

"Asshole," you muttered as he pulled away.

"Which one of these doors is the bathroom again?" he asked casually, looking at the three closed doors.

"The one in the middle," you replied, putting on your shirt and flopping onto the couch.

The ride home was silent. It was already dark outside, and you couldn't stop thinking about what you and Jungkook had done in the cabin or what had almost happened. You felt a bit regretful for not letting yourself go further, but you also knew it wasn't right.

"I'm sorry for breaking the mood," you said softly, and Jungkook looked at you. "I should have told you earlier that I was a virgin."

"No need to apologize. It's not like you should walk around with a sign saying you're a virgin for everyone," he replied calmly, adjusting himself in the passenger seat. "But I could never have predicted that."

"Predicted what?"

"That you were a virgin," he shrugged, "You seemed to know exactly what you were doing."

You chuckled. The comment made you happy, embarrassed, proud. Being a virgin wasn't a big issue for you, but sometimes you questioned it.

"It was instinctive," you explained, and Jungkook laughed.

"Yeah, I guess that's how these things go."

Silence filled the air again for a few more minutes.

"What's the furthest you've gone? I mean, it's okay if you don't want to answer," Jungkook broke the silence with a hesitant tone.

"Just a handjob for my ex," you said, staring at the road ahead.

"Nothing in return?" he asked.

"Nothing in return," you confirmed.

"That's sad.”

"Yeah," you chuckled humorlessly, "But he did suck my tits like you did."

"And was it as good?"

"Jungkook, I'm not going to answer that," you said, quickly averting your gaze from him.

"Come on."

"I won't," you shrugged.

No, it wasn't as good as what Jungkook did.

"It's the least you can do for leaving my balls sore," he tried to convince you, and you laughed.

"Does that really happen? I mean, does it really hurt if you don't cum?" you asked, curious.

Jungkook chuckled at your question, his eyes glancing at you briefly.

"Yeah, it can hurt," he replied, his tone light. "It's more like a discomfort, you know? Like the body's way of saying, 'Hey, we need some relief down here.'”

"Guess I have an idea of how it feels," you said, somewhat distractedly, as you steered the wheel to make a turn, Jungkook's laughter echoing through the car.

"Sure you do, but it's probably not quite the same for you," he teased.

"But it does... down there," you admitted softly, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment. Jungkook chuckled again, his fingers dancing over the car radio.

"I bet it doesn't hurt as much as it does here," he replied simply after a pause, tapping the radio dial. "Mind if I put on some music?"

"Nope," you shrugged, "And it's not a competition, I felt the pain too," you grumbled.

"Of course, it's not a competition," Jungkook said, turning on the radio and tuning it to a different station than the one preset in the car. "Because if it were a competition, I'd have won."

You laughed, tilting your head back slightly but not enough to take your eyes off the road.

"You refuse to lose?" you teased, raising an eyebrow.

"It's not that I refuse, it's just that I never lose, period," he said, a victorious smile playing on his lips as he leaned his head against the car window.

"Right," you said amidst laughter.

The journey back seemed shorter than the trip there, and in a matter of minutes, you were back on the bustling streets and avenues of downtown Seoul. Both of you chatted randomly about trivial matters, nothing too deep. Occasionally, there were lulls in the conversation, but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence, rather a satisfying one. Jungkook guide the way to his apartment, not too well because he made you take the wrong exit twice, prompting you to huff in irritation. But you admitted to yourself that you often got lost in the city, both on foot and by car, so you couldn't judge him too harshly.

You slowed down, pulling over in front of Jungkook's apartment building. He unbuckled his seatbelt and grabbed his backpack.

"Thanks for the ride," he said, a smile playing on his lips.

"Thanks for the company," you replied, returning the smile.

"If I had known you could drive, I would've hitched more rides with you," he joked as he opened the car door and stepped out onto the sidewalk.

"Well, next time, I'll hitch a ride with you instead," you called out, half-jokingly. Jungkook scratched the back of his neck and chuckled nervously.

"Yeah, sure," he rolled his eyes, "Except that won't be possible because I don't know how to drive. Anyway, see you, Y/N." Jungkook rushed through his words, already turning towards the apartment entrance before you could fully process the information. You chuckled, shook your head, and changed the radio station back to your usual one before heading home.

"I get really sad when you fight with daddy," Khai spoke, as you crouched down to his eye level to properly say goodbye at his school's entrance. You sighed, wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him into a hug. It pained you to hear him talk like that, but the argument wasn't entirely your fault, even though you knew Khai was too young to fully understand that.

The previous night, when you got home, your father questioned who had given you permission to use his car, and when you reminded him that he had always allowed you to use it, he fell silent, unable to dispute what you said because, indeed, using his car had never been an issue.

"I know it must be hard for you to see me argue with daddy, but Khai, there are things you're still too young to understand," you said slowly, in a calm tone, as you broke the hug.

"Yeah, like math equations," he said with a pensive expression, "But I can understand that you and daddy aren't doing well, and that makes me sad," he pouted. "Don't you get sad too?" Khai asked, his eyes wide with concern.

You smiled softly at Khai's question, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead.

"Of course, it makes me sad too, but sometimes, grown-ups have disagreements, and it we just need some time to work things out."

Khai nodded slowly.

"But can you please try not to argue with Dad?"

"But can you please stop chattering and go to class? It's time, okay?" You say, turning him away from you and towards the school entrance, while adjusting his blue backpack on his back.

"That sucks," he grumbles.

"Don't talk like that," you say, standing up and giving him a kiss on the head. "I'll pick you up later."

"Okay," he said a bit grumpily and walked slowly to the school entrance as you watched him go in.

You walked for a while longer until you reached your college, already running late, so you took larger steps and headed towards your next class. But while you were totally focused on reaching your destination, you heard a voice call your name. You stopped abruptly, searching for who had called you and found Yoongi running towards you, looking as rushed as you were.

"Hello," he said a little breathlessly.

"Hey," you replied hurriedly, hoping this conversation would be as brief as possible.

"What's up?" he asked calmly. Oh God, what now?

"What’s up?” you replied, furrowing your brow.

"I just wanted to say you literally saved me," Yoongi began, and you furrowed your brow even more as he spoke, "I mean, your notes probably helped me get a passing grade on the test."

"Oh, that's good," you said, already turning to leave.

"Hold on," he said quietly, "I want to return this to you." Yoongi pulled your notes out of his backpack, "Thank you so much," he smiled genuinely.

"No problem," you took the paper from his hand and again prepared to leave.

"You've always been really cool, I told Jungkook," Yoongi continued, eliciting a deep breath from you. You knew he had good intentions, but you were so late for class.

"Thanks, Yoongi, but I really have to go now, okay?" you smiled at him, a little forced, you had to admit, and hurried with quick steps to class.

You made your way to the class, settling into your usual spot. Retrieving your things from your bag, you began jotting down class notes. Thankfully, there wasn't much to catch up on, which suited you fine. You don’t want to have to interact with classmates to fill in the gaps from missed discussions, but it seemed the teacher had just iniciated the topic.

As you transcribed everything she elucidated about the stock market, your mind drifted back to yesterday. Jungkook's touch, the way he moans and stirred sensations you'd never experienced before. Like the sensation of his mouth on your nipples, hardening them, and the palpable presence of his cock beneath you, pushing you to ecstasy.

You swallowed hard, cheeks flushing at the memory. Reaching for your water bottle, you brought the straw to your lips, savoring the cool liquid as an attempt to assuage the internal heat, despite the chilly temperature.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, you tossed your head back, contemplating the possibility of maybe you wanted to be another one on Jungkook's list.

Not really, you didn't want to.

But what if, just maybe, it was your time?

After all, your perspective on sex had shifted; it wasn't the huge event you once thought it to be, which explained why you'd waited so long to shed your virginity, while your friends had done so in high school.

Would he be willing to take your virginity? Don't guys like to brag about that sort of thing? Obviously, he would be willing. That's how it seemed yesterday.

But okay, fine, you could think about that later; right now, you needed to focus on figuring out the best approach to the stock market or something like that. Not on how Jungkook's hands seemed to know exactly what they were doing as they roamed unreservedly over your body.

Oh, damn. You needed to concentrate, fuck you, Jungkook.

Just for a little while, you needed to think about something other than him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

That was going to be too difficult.

You were leaving class when you saw the notification of Hobi's message on your phone. You immediately smiled. You liked receiving the messages he sent you.

Jung Hoseok: hey, was thinking we could grab lunch together if you don't have anything more interesting to do

Jung Hoseok: I want to convince you to give street dance a chance and I'm determined

You chuckled at the message and swiftly typed your reply as you strolled through the university hall.

You: Lunch sounds great, and I'm curious about your determination

You: My class ends at 12 pm. How about meeting at that restaurant near the studio at 12:40 pm?

Jung Hoseok: Yes! Great!!

You eagerly waited until lunchtime to meet up with Hobi. He was always great company and never failed to cheer you up. However, the hours seemed to drag on, and during your last class, which you usually shared with Jungkook, you noticed that hes missing. You hadn't seen him around campus all morning, and for a moment, you wondered if he was okay. Yet again, you didn't feel comfortable enough to send a message asking.

Even though you had felt comfortable enough to get all rubbing with him yesterday.

You rubbed your hands over your face, trying once again to push that thought out of your head. Jeon Jungkook was a pain in the ass, and that's why his reputation echoed so loudly across campus.

When the professor concluded the class, you dashed out of the door, walking briskly to the nearest bus stop to meet Hoseok. Taking a seat in the back row of the bus, you put on some music as you made your way to meet him.

But you arrived too early because there were still a few minutes left before the appointed time, and no sign of Hobi. So you walked through the streets, admiring some beautiful clothing displays in the storefronts. You even stepped into a cosmetics store, leaving empty-handed but eyeing a pretty pink gloss that caught your attention.

Sitting on a bench across from the restaurant, you took your phone out of your purse and opened Instagram, scrolling through the stories of familiar faces. Then, a notification popped up from Instagram itself, inviting you to see what you were doing on the same day two years ago. Without much thought, you opened it, and to your surprise, it was a photo of you and your mother: both of you smiling broadly, cheeks pressed together, and eyes closed. Your hair, in the same color and texture, blending into one as you wore winter clothes and hugged each other. You remembered that day vividly, at the cabin, a celebration because she had been promoted, so you spent the weekend there and invited some of your parents' friends.

You felt your heart tighten and a lump form in your throat. For a moment, your eyes stung, threatening to form tears. You took a deep breath and rolled your eyes upwards, trying to prevent any tears from escaping. That's when Hobi arrived, and his voice could be heard.

"I'm here," he said excitedly, with that radiant smile on his lips, and you sighed in gratitude.

"Just in time," you smiled, picking up your bag and adjusting it on your shoulder, tucking your phone inside.

"You got here early?" Hobi questioned, walking alongside you.

"The bus didn't take long, and neither did the class end," you shrugged, "I got lucky."

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long," Hobi said, adjusting the yellow winter coat he was wearing.

"Not at all," you shook your head as you both walked towards the restaurant's entrance.

You both entered the restaurant and took off your coats; it was definitely warmer inside than out on the streets. You sat at a table facing each other and both ordered the same thing: Japchae with some side dishes. You settled into your chair while Hobi looked at you amused.

"Well, are you ready?" he asked, his voice playful.

"Ready for what exactly?" you raised an eyebrow, looking at him as he bit his lower lip.

"I could have made a whole PowerPoint presentation to convince you to attend one of my street dance classes," he chuckled, and you did too, "but unfortunately, I'm terrible at that kind of art."

"Hmm, what about persuasion?" you asked, amused, adjusting your hands on the table.

"Alright, here we go," he cleared his throat and straightened up, grabbing his phone. "Reasons why you have to take a street dance class with me," Hobi said, reading from his notes, which made you chuckle. "First and foremost, my company."

"Okay," you nodded in agreement.

Hobi continued, a playful glint in his eyes, "Secondly, you'll get to learn some moves that you'll actually use in real life, unlike ballet."

You laughed, grimacing at the second part. You remembered begging your parents to let you take ballet lessons, and your dad insisting it was outdated while your mom agreed but knew it was a great way for you to learn discipline.

"Third," Hobi made the number three with his fingers, "It's much easier than ballet."

"I think we've agreed to disagree on that one, haven't we?" you squinted and smiled, watching him bite his tongue and release a small chuckle.

"Yeah, whatever. Third, it's another way for you to relax, and from what I know, you could use it."

"Hey," you raised your eyebrows and pouted.

"Hey, I'm just saying it like it is," Hobi replied with a playful shrug.

You rolled your eyes, but before you could respond, Hobi interrupted your thoughts. "Fourth reason, it's going to be fun, I promise," he glanced up from his phone, "Fifth," Hobi hesitated, "uh... well, there isn't one, but that's basically it," he chuckled, and you couldn't help but join in.

"Alright, I'm in," you said simply, observing the change in his expression, his eyes sharpening beneath the broad smile on his face.

"That was easy," he muttered to himself, pleased with the outcome.

Hobi seemed puzzled, furrowing his brows and wrinkling his nose, making you laugh.

"I heard you were hard to convince."

You sighed and chuckled.

"Well, I was already leaning towards agreeing."

"That's good," the blue-haired boy said softly, "Your mom would like that."

You closed your eyes at his words, shifting your gaze and staring at your thighs. Your mom would indeed be happy to see you making friends, trying new things. She was your number one cheer, but you had lost all motivation to do anything since she got sick because your goal was to spend her last moments with her.

"I think she would," you agreed with a smile, followed by a deep breath.

Hobi's expression softened right the way, "It's important to honor her memory by living fully," he said, reaching out to touch your hand.

"Yeah, I'm trying," you admitted, squeezing his hand.

"We'll make sure she's proud."

Making your mother proud was clearly a goal you didn't think you had achieved, but on her deathbed, one of the last things she said was that she was proud of you.

Those words made you crumble with relief and sadness, all mixed up because you didn't think you had come anywhere close to the woman you wanted to be or the woman you wanted your mother to witness.

A few months before she became very ill, but already with the devastating diagnosis of pancreatic cancer, she had called you out for not studying enough and showing up to a video call with her hungover while she was undergoing chemotherapy. You hadn't moved back yet, and her prognosis wasn't the worst at that point. You remember her words well, "I need you to be the woman you've always wanted to be, the woman you're proud of." And that haunted you sometimes because you didn't know if you were exactly someone you were proud to be.

The lunch continued with more conversation and laughter. The food was delicious, and you enjoyed your outings with Hobi because he was great company and always made you laugh. As you left the restaurant together, you needed to head home soon to pick up Khai.

"Wow," Hoseok remarked, passing by one of those claw machine games, "I used to love trying to grab plushies from these machines, but my dad always said it was just a waste of money and that it was always rigged."

"That's not true," you replied, hands in your pockets as you approached the machine that Hobi was eyeing with gleaming eyes. "I used to grab plenty when I was younger, but of course, it depends on the claw, some are really weak, and it never works out, it also depends on the latch and many things." You chattered away as Hobi looked at you impressed.

"Do you think you can grab one?" he asked, and you examined the plushies behind the glass. The machine was full, which was good. There were plushies that seemed to be in a more favorable position for the claw's grip, which was also good. You shrugged and nodded.

"Can you hold this for me?" you asked, handing him your bag, "We need some coins."

Hobi was quick to fish out some coins from his pocket and handed them to you. You spotted a bear with a pink nose and fur matching Hobi's hair color right next to the acrylic box where you were supposed to drop the plushie after grabbing it with the claw. You smiled, inserted the coin, and aimed for that bear. The claw managed to grab it, but soon dropped the toy, eliciting frustrated sighs from both you and Hobi. He handed you another coin, and once again, you focused as the claw nestled between the bear's arms and legs, releasing it precisely where it should.

You and Hobi both erupted in joy, quickly embracing as you picked up the bear and handed it to him, receiving it with a big smile on his face.

"Wow, I'm impressed," he said, examining the bear. "I always believed I'd never get one of these from a machine."

"Well, that was before you became friends with me; now, I'll always grab a bear for you," you grinned at him, a confident smile because you were delighted to have gotten him a bear.

You both chatted as you walked to the bus stop, where you waited with Hobi until your bus arrived shortly after.

You attended therapy.

You started before your mother passed away; she believed it was important. But it was hard to find a good therapist in Seoul. Initially, you went every Tuesday, then when your mother died, you went on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Afterward, it went back to Tuesdays only, and now you only went every other Wednesday, once every two weeks. You liked going every week, but your therapist thought you were well enough to switch to bi-weekly sessions.

Khai, on the other hand, still went to therapy every week. Your father thought it was nonsense; he and your mother always disagreed on this, but your grandmother insisted on paying for both of your therapies, as a final wish of your mother.

On that therapy day, you had told her how you were trying to do new things, and she was very proud of you. Smiling and congratulating you on your progress. You could see how proud she was, and her approval made you happy.

Jungkook had also been a topic you discussed with her in that session and the previous one, and she even suggested that you give this "friendship" or whatever it was a chance. And that stayed on your mind because you didn't know if you should or shouldn't do it. Especially since the day at the cabin, you hadn't talked anymore. Not your fault, not his, but he missed class yesterday, and today you left before he could talk to you. If he were going to talk because it was something you also didn't know would happen.

You sighed, considering that maybe it would be nice to pay him a visit. No ulterior motives, but at the same time, it would be nice to spend some time with him.

Or did you have ulterior motives after all?

You sighed again, trying to make a decision, and signaled for the bus to stop at the next stop, which you knew was roughly near Jungkook's apartment. And when the bus stopped, you had no idea where to go. You knew you were close, but you didn't know how close or where his street was, and you realized it was the dumbest idea on the face of the earth.

You tried retracing the steps you took when you went there the first time, from the bus stop to the streets you had to walk, but you didn't get anywhere. You were simply standing on a street you had never seen before in your life, and it didn't resemble Jungkook's street in the slightest. Then you realized you would have to call him, and you did, but he didn't answer.

Fuck.

There was nothing else to do. You kept walking until you saw a little shop with a yellow and light green front, standing out from the other buildings, and you knew you had seen that little shop before. You walked a bit more, crossing the wrong streets, always coming back to the same shop. You were no longer patient with the frustrating attempts to find Jungkook's apartment alone when finally, you spotted the building. You sighed in relief; at least you knew he lived on the ground floor.

You were glad to finally find the place you needed, and with a smile, you rang the doorbell. After a moment, a woman answered the door.

"Yes?" The woman smiled, her eyes reminiscent of Jungkook's, with a gentle expression and familiar features. Oh no, it was his mom. His parents didn't even live in the city, what was she doing here? And you had to meet his mom like this, out of the blue?

"Hi," you tried to smile awkwardly, making an effort not to stutter. Damn, this really was the worst idea ever. "My name is Y/N. Is Jungkook home?"

And the response that came out of the woman's mouth was what you feared.

"No, he's not home, dear," the woman smiled warmly, gesturing for you to enter Jungkook's apartment. You quickly gestured a no.

"No, never mind, I'll catch up with him later," you smiled, feeling your cheeks burn.

"Don't be silly, come on in," she insisted, and you pondered for a few seconds, but sometimes it's hard to say no. You nodded and took off your shoes before stepping into Jungkook's house.

"Jungkook has mentioned you," the woman said, looking at you. "Said you didn't want to join us for lunch the other day."

"Oh, did he?" you replied, leaving your shoes by the door. Damn.

"He mentioned it," she shrugged, speaking softly. You walked into the living room and found a man with dark hair and a beer belly sitting on the couch; on the coffee table, there were two half-empty wine glasses and a bottle in the middle. You wondered if you interrupted something.

"Honey, this is Jungkook's friend, Y/N," the woman hurried to introduce you, and you leaned in to greet the man.

"Nice to meet you, sir," you smiled, feeling your heart racing. What an embarrassing situation. "Actually, I came to drop off some books for Jungkook; he left them in class today," you blurted out the lamest excuse for showing up unannounced.

"I guess he forgot to mention we were back in town, huh?" his mom chimed in, and you smiled.

"We have a birthday party for one of my business partners here in Seoul to attend, and we're celebrating early," the man nodded towards the wine glasses, and you chuckled. "Honey, get a glass for Y/N."

As Jungkook's mother filled your glass with their wine, you quickly interjected, "It's really not necessary." But she was quicker, handing you the glass.

Great.

You thanked her as you took a sip, trying to appear more polite.

You imagine Jungkook must have been surprised when he came home and saw you and his parents sitting on the floor, with the coffee table between you, an open wine bottle, and playing blackjack. He looked puzzled at the scene, and you already felt the effects of the wine in your body as you greeted him with a smile while he analyzed and puzzled over it all.

"Hey, Jungkook," you said, diverting your gaze back to the cards, "I came to return some books you forgot in class and stumbled upon your parents," you chuckled.

"And she's winning again," his father spoke, making you smile even wider. Jungkook tried to make some noise but just shook his head at the scene and chuckled, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Well, I'm glad you all got along," he ran his tongue over his lip piercing and raised an eyebrow upon seeing two empty wine bottles. He picked one up and inspected it, "Looks like you're having fun."

"This is our last round; we have Richard's birthday, remember?" his mother spoke softly but still paying attention to the game.

"I remember," Jungkook walked over to the sofa, flopping onto it. The spot Jungkook chose to sit was right behind you, and now you had no view of him, which made you a bit uncomfortable. You wondered what he thought of the whole situation. "So, aren't you joining us for dinner? Are you staying for dinner, Y/N?" His tone sounded relaxed, which relieved you.

"Sure," you tried to sound relaxed and casual too.

"No, we're heading back to the hotel, and in fact, we're already late," his father said, looking over the cards he held and flashed a satisfied smile. "And I just won." He revealed the cards, forming a perfect 21. You sighed in frustration while Jungkook's mother laughed.

"Well played, sir," you said.

Jungkook's father stood up, as did his mother. They bid farewell, and Jungkook escorted them to the door. You remained seated in the same place and could see Jungkook's father whispering something to him, something you couldn't even begin to imagine, but perhaps it was better that way. Jungkook closed the door behind him and walked towards you with a playful yet suspicious look. You leaned back, supporting yourself on your palms, and tilted your torso backward.

"There's no book," you said, confessing that the excuse you used to see him was false. You suppressed a smile, biting your lip, but couldn't help your lips from curving into a smile.

"I know, all my books are with me," Jungkook laughed, approaching and laughing heartily. "Are you drunk?" he asked, without losing his amused expression, and sat in front of you, with the coffee table between you.

"No," you laughed, "Maybe, I don't know, yes?" You squinted, waiting for his reaction, which prompted him to laugh.

"So, what brings you here?" he asked, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow. You shrugged. You didn't know the answer to that question either.

"I guess I wanted to kiss you," you said, in a moment of courage fueled by the alcohol. He chuckled.

"You are drunk," Jungkook said as if it were obvious.

"So what?" you replied.

"And I'm not going to take advantage of you," he replied simply.

"I'm not drunk, I'm tipsy," you said, rolling your eyes.

"Still."

You looked at him, slightly indignant. You knew he was doing the right thing; after all, taking advantage of someone drunk was wrong. But at the same time, your insecurity made you feel like it was something more than that. You opened your mouth to speak, but he was quicker.

"And besides, I'm not going to kiss you just for you to get all excited tonight and less than ten minutes later, regret it and then want to kiss me again, and the cycle repeats," he spoke as he stood up, facing you and gesturing with his fingers, making circular motions to emphasize his words, "if you want it, you need to make up your mind first," Jungkook said, biting his tongue and locking eyes with you for a few seconds. You remained silent, trying to keep from gaping at the moral lesson he was giving to you. Fucking stupid. "Make up your mind and stay sober," he continued, chuckling. Despite his sharp words, he had a smile on his lips. "Now come on, I'm going to cook dinner for us, and you're going to help me," Jungkook extended his tattoo-covered hand towards you.

You pondered for a moment but took his hand, which helped you to push yourself up from the couch, and he pulled you into the kitchen, which was conveniently close to the living room in an open concept layout. You let go of his hand and leaned on the kitchen counter.

"What if you get drunk too?" you teased, and he chuckled, walking over to the fridge.

"Never seen this side of you before," he teased back, taking some vegetables out of the fridge, and you rolled your eyes at his playful remark.

"What side?" you asked, already knowing or guessing the answer.

"This straightforward side of yours," he said, grabbing a knife and starting to chop the vegetables in front of you as you rested your chin in your hand.

"Is that a problem?" you raised an eyebrow, looking at Jungkook, who furrowed his brow slightly, focused on what he was doing. "Are you afraid of straightforward women, Jeon Jungkook?"

He laughed, glancing at you for a moment.

"I'm afraid of some things, but women aren't one of them."

"I find it funny how that day at the cabin you were pretty straightforward about wanting to kiss me, and now I just did the same," you smirked confidently, glancing down at his hands, marked with veins and tattoos, as his long fingers moved deftly.

"Let's stop with the straightforward talk, enough already, and if I hear that word again, I'm giving up on cooking," Jungkook said, setting down the knife and transferring all the chopped vegetables into a bowl. "And get up to help me."

"I am helping, giving you moral support, like go Jungkook! Cook for us," you said in a falsely enthusiastic tone.

"I'm serious," he said, his expression stern, and you huffed, getting up. "What do you know how to cook?"

"Instant noodles?" you said, looking at him as he gave you a reproachful look."Lucky for you, today you're going to learn more than that," he handed you the bowl of chopped vegetables, and you grimaced.

You kind of knew how to cook, but you didn't enjoy it much. You definitely weren't a great cook, and your meals weren't appetizing. And you were also a bit clumsy, and the combination of alcohol with you in the kitchen didn't seem very promising. Jungkook realized this a bit late when you spilled some soy sauce on his pristine white kitchen floor, earning a reprimanding look and a long sigh of impatience. You chuckled and quickly cleaned the floor, apologizing several times, but he didn't respond. He just continued giving you orders and holding back laughter when you had to ask for more detailed instructions, insisting it was just a simple bibimbap, and you would learn from him.

But Jungkook wasn't very patient in the kitchen. Everything seemed so easy for him that your inability to do the simplest things made you feel foolish. He did everything as if it were obvious, which made you lose patience and sulk in the corner of the kitchen like a child. He had scolded you a few times already, and you were getting hungry.

"Careful, you might trip over that giant pout of yours," he said playfully, breaking eggs. You rolled your eyes and grumbled.

"I'll just stay here in the corner so I won't disturb you, chef," you grimaced at him.

"Are you sulking because I told you to be careful not to spill detergent foam into the pan with the vegetables?" Jungkook laughed.

"Not because of that, but because you're grumpy and impatient," you simply shrugged.

"And you're spoiled," he replied, laughing. It all seemed to be quite amusing to him.

You narrow your eyes and scrunch your nose, looking at him as if he had deeply offended you, which he kind of did. You roll your eyes, and his smile widens.

Yes, he's definitely enjoying the situation.

"Go to hell," you mutter and step away from the wall, heading towards the living room, but his arm blocks your path. You hadn't even noticed he had come closer, and Jungkook simply wraps his left arm around your waist, turning you to face him, his face mere centimeters from yours. You feel his breath on your cheek, and his lips inch closer to yours, but instead of kissing you directly, he plants a kiss right at the corner of your mouth, making you sigh, a bit frustrated because you were too close to a kiss.

"You look cute when you're angry. Now sit down so we can eat, okay?" he gazes at you, his eyes piercing into yours, and you move your face away from his, nodding affirmatively, unsure of what to say.

"Okay," you reply and sit where he had requested. Jungkook starts placing the dishes in front of you and beside you where he would sit.

You had dinner together, and you discovered one more thing about Jungkook: he cooked really well. Like, really well. Better than your dad, who was literally the person who made the food you liked the most.

After dinner, the two of you sat on the couch, side by side, and Jungkook started searching for a movie on Netflix that he swore he knew the name of. He chatted about the movie, something about a boy fleeing from a war or something like that, claiming it was a sad film that you would enjoy. But you were getting sleepy and knew you should head back home. You stretched your leg and yawned, catching Jungkook's gaze fixed on your Hello Kitty socks, and he chuckled.

"Hello Kitty socks?" he raised an eyebrow.

"I don't say anything about your sock with a hole in the sole," you retorted, "and it's warm and comfy."

Jungkook laughed.

"Let me take a closer look at that sock," he said, pulling your leg onto his lap, and you grumbled as he held your foot, examining your pink sock with white details and the Hello Kitty face, whiskers, eyes, and bow drawn on it. "It's cute," Jungkook concluded. "Do you have dancer's feet?" he laughed and made a gesture to remove your sock, but you quickly pulled your leg away from his lap.

"They're not that ugly, but I don't like them!" you said with a pout.

"I've never seen you so pouty before," Jungkook teased, poking at the piercing on his lip.

"Stop it," you rolled your eyes. "And it's getting late, I have to go," you sighed, knowing you'd have to walk home.

"But what about the movie?" he asked, sounding slightly offended.

"You don't even know the name of the movie, Jungkook!" you retorted.

"But I'll find out!" he declared determinedly, making you laugh and stand up from the couch.

"You find out and let me know, and I'll come watch the movie with you, okay?" you said, facing him as he rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Fine, whatever," Jungkook said, standing up and facing you. He was too close, too close indeed. His eyes locked onto yours, and you could feel your heart race with the proximity. "Are you sure you need to go?"

You swallowed hard. His voice was husky and soft, almost like music to your ears. He seemed about to touch your waist, but he didn't, leaving you slightly frustrated and giving you enough motivation to step back.

"I do," you replied, heading towards the door.

"Tomorrow, I could pick you up for college," he followed you, his hands in the pockets of his baggy sweatpants.

"No, I take Khai to school, and he's a little gossip," you sighed. The offer sounded tempting, but you doubted Khai's ability to keep quiet around your dad.

"I'll bribe him. Does he like candy?" Jungkook leaned against the wall, facing the door, and you chuckled.

"He can't have sweets on weekdays," you replied, grabbing your shoes.

"Exactly why he'll love being bribed," Jungkook smirked.

You lowered your head and chuckled as you tied your sneaker. "Yeah, I guess that could work," you switched to the other foot, "But nothing too sugary, or he'll be bouncing off the walls all morning."

"Alright, I'll keep that in mind," Jungkook smiled, watching you get ready to leave.

"Look, Khai," you said, adjusting the white beanie covering your brother's ears. You were crouched on the corner of your house, looking into his eyes, which carried an innocence you no longer possessed. Yet, they also bore a resemblance to yours in shape and tone. "I have a friend, and his name is Jeon Jungkook. He's going to pick us up today, okay?" you said calmly, and Khai wrinkled his nose.

"A boy?" he asked, and you nodded. "Are you dating him?"

You chuckled inadvertently and shook your head. "No," you moistened your lips, "But I want this to be our little secret, okay?"

"What secret?"

"That Jungkook is coming to pick us up," you met his gaze and zipped up his jacket.

"But why?"

"Because dad would be even angrier with me if he found out, and I really don't want to fight with him anymore. I know you get sad when we argue, don't you?" You didn't avert your eyes from his. It felt like you were doing something very wrong, but you weren't. You were just walking with a friend of yours and your brother to college, but your father made you afraid to be open.

"I don't want daddy to be mad at you," Khai replied with concern as he looked up at you.

"I know, buddy. That's why it's our little secret, okay? Just between us."

"Okay, I won't tell daddy," he promised, his small hand reaching out to hold yours.

"Good boy," you praised him, ruffling his hair, "now, let's wait for Jungkook together, alright?"

"Alright, but what kind of car does he have?" he asked, and you stood up, laughing and patting your knees to brush off the part of your jeans that had touched the ground.

"He's going to come, and the three of us will walk to your school," you replied, and Khai's expression changed from excited to a pout, disappointment evident on his face.

"You couldn't find a boyfriend with a car?" he asked, sounding sulky.

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, you spotted Jungkook turning the corner and walking towards the two of you. He had his hair concealed under a black beanie and was wearing a matching black tracksuit. Jungkook flashed a smile upon seeing you and Khai standing at the corner. Your brother reached for your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours as Jungkook approached.

"Hey," you smiled and squeezed Khai's hand, signaling him to greet Jungkook.

"Hi," Khai leaned forward to greet him, "I'm Khai."

"Pleasure to meet you, Khai. I'm Jungkook," he said in a friendly tone, a wide smile on his lips. "I brought this for you." Jungkook handed over a white plastic bag from the pocket of his hoodie, which Khai received with a skeptical expression. Jungkook glanced at you and winked, making you smile.

"Wow," Khai exclaimed, his eyes brightening as he pulled out a pack of candies from the bag. "Candies, and today isn't even saturday!" Khai grinned even wider and then wrapped his arms around Jungkook, who was surprised by the hug. Jungkook gently patted the boy's head, caressing his white beanie. "Thank you!"

“You're welcome, Khai. Enjoy the candies."

You watched the interaction between Jungkook and Khai, and Jungkook turned his attention to you.

"Ready to go?" he asked.

You nodded, a smile playing on your lips.

"Yeah, let's get going."

You three were walking to Khai's school, which wasn't too far. His hand intertwined with yours, but all his attention was on Jungkook, who clearly had more interesting topics than you, as they spent the whole way talking about good dinosaur movies. The journey passed quicker than usual, and the interaction between Jungkook and Khai seemed so natural and genuine. You found yourself smiling at Jungkook, who also glanced at you occasionally, as if seeking your approval for everything he was doing.

Upon reaching Khai's school, you bid farewell, and now you and Jungkook were alone. Walking side by side, you shared his earphone and made your way to school listening to an American band you weren't very familiar with, called Fleetwood Mac.

"You know something?" you said when you were two steps away from entering the college campus. You took off the earphone and turned to Jungkook. "I've been thinking a lot, and actually, I can't stop thinking about you."

You say it all at once, in a hurry. You had indeed thought extensively about what you wanted, and yet it took a long time to understand that these emotions about Jungkook were conflicting. It was challenging not to feel lost or alone when you didn't have a friend to talk to about it, to tell you that either you're being foolish, and all of this is a terrible idea, or that you should go for it. Taking control of your own life and doing what you need to do is difficult. You knew you could deny it, but every time Jungkook approached and had a close interaction, your heart raced, and you couldn't stop thinking about how soft his lips were. Perhaps your mistake was letting him kiss you the first time.

"Like, I'm not saying I'm in love with you, but I think..." you sighed, unsure of the right words to use.

"You're turned on by me." Jungkook chuckled softly, biting his lower lip and releasing it quickly. Your cheeks flushed, and you rolled your eyes.

"Yeah, kinda like that," you shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal.

"Funny you said you didn't want to have sex with me when we first met," Jungkook still had that smug expression that always made you want to pretend none of this had happened and just forget about him.

"I may have changed my mind?" you say, a bit impatiently.

"You can, of course," he drops the smug look, perhaps because you seem irritated. "It's okay to change your mind, and I..." he sighs, "I've been thinking about you too, but I don't want it to be a reason for you to regret anything."

"I don't want to fuck you and have everyone knowing about my sex life because you have no filter and go around bragging to everyone," you say firmly, "That's my only concern. I don't want gossip about me."

"It's not quite like that," Jungkook defended himself, and you raised an eyebrow. "Okay, sometimes I talk too much, but don't worry, I won't tell anyone about us."

"I don't want anyone to know," you replied, looking him in the eyes. "Not Jimin, not Yoongi."

Jungkook grimaced and rolled his eyes.

"And Taehyung?" he said playfully, smiling afterward. You narrowed your eyes, choosing not to respond, but he got the message. "Okay," he huffed, rolling his eyes.

"Great, then be a good boy and keep it to yourself, and I'll reward you later," you smiled and handed him the earphones that were in your hand. "I don't want us hanging out together either, so, see you later, Jungkook."

You smiled at him, and he stood still, just watching you and processing the information as you walked towards the classroom.

You hated having to stretch the back of your leg because it felt like pulling too much, and you always tried not to grimace when, with your legs extended, you reached for your feet, your torso bent over your knees, and your hands gripping your ballet slippers. You had already done plenty of stretching in that class and practiced for the presentation, but Harmony always liked to stretch at the end of classes too. Your feet hurt because you had trained a lot on pointe today, and some jumps, and listened a lot to the teacher telling you to keep your arms looser, asking for more gracefulness in executing the movements, a correction you received frequently.

"Okay, now let's stretch the quadriceps, everyone stand up," Harmony said with a firm voice and a stern expression. She was always firm during classes and maintained a line between dance teacher and friend.

You sighed and stood up, leaning on the barre, and bending your knees backward, holding them with your heel touching your butt. You didn't mind doing this stretch; it hurt less. Next, Harmony wanted to finish with the adductor stretch, and with your legs stretched to the side of the barre, you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your hair was pulled up in a high bun. You had used plenty of hairspray to keep any frizz from escaping your hairstyle, making you look crazy. The black leotard molded your body, and the tight white tights underneath the outfit made your already long legs even more beautiful. Being a ballerina had the advantage of giving you very nice legs.

"Alright, guys, that's it for today!" Harmony announced, drawing everyone's attention to her. You took a deep breath and walked over to the corner of the studio, grabbing your towel and wiping the sweat from your face. That's when you glanced outside the ballet studio and saw Jungkook leaning against one of the large pillars in the lobby, watching you from afar. You furrowed your brow and walked over to him, and he smiled as you approached.

"Nice flexibility," he said with a mischievous grin, and you slapped his shoulder.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, arms crossed.

"Oh, stop pretending you weren't happy to see me, and this isn't campus where you can avoid being seen with me," he said, the last sentence affected and mocking, which made you roll your eyes. "I thought it was cool seeing you in that tiny outfit doing splits."

You rolled your eyes again and huffed, suppressing a smile because deep down, you were glad he was there. You walked ahead and sat on a bench to remove your pointe shoes that were pinching your feet, and Jungkook chuckled, walking over and sitting beside you.

"Walked away so I could stare at your ass in that tiny leotard?"

"It's not tiny, and stop sexualizing me," you said, untying the ribbons of your shoes from your ankles.

"Ouch, looks painful," Jungkook commented as you peeled off the part of the sock covering your feet, revealing some bruises even though you had put on toe pads and taped your heel and sides of your feet with microporous tape.

"And it is," you said, flexing your toes.

"Your feet aren't that ugly," he chuckled, and you slapped his leg with the back of your hand. "Can you stop hitting me?" Jungkook says, holding your wrist with his hand.

"Can you stop making those kinds of comments?" you raise an eyebrow and release your arm, and he laughs.

"I'll stay quiet then," Jungkook says in a faux affected tone.

"Great," you smile without showing your teeth as you remove the other ballet slipper. Jungkook just watches your movements in silence as you peel off the tapes from your foot and all the things that theoretically help make the pointe shoe less uncomfortable. Not that it helps much.

Once you finish, you stand up and flex your toes on the floor, cracking your knuckles, a habit you have whenever you take off your ballet slippers. Jungkook grimaces, and you laugh.

"I'll just change clothes, will you wait for me here?" you look at him, and he raises his eyebrows and nods. "Okay, I'll be right back."

You walk barefoot to the locker room, where you open your locker, grab your sweatpants, and put them over your leotard, then pull your sweatshirt over it, look at yourself in the mirror, wash your face to relieve the sweat, and put on your socks, slipping into your sneakers. Returning to the lobby, now with a bag on your shoulder, you find Jungkook standing in the same spot where you left him.

"Do you want to grab something to eat?" you ask, and he nods, getting up. You shake your head. "Jungkook, you can talk now.”

You two walked together and stopped at a burger joint along the way. You couldn't linger, and Jungkook knew that, so you both moved quickly. Ordering two burgers and plenty of fries, you sat at a table and ate while chatting about two specific things: ballet and the high school band Jungkook was part of.

You told him about your first ballet performance when you were little, how it was about the difference between the sun and the moon. You painted your hands yellow to represent the sun, and at the end of the performance, you ran your hand through your hair, getting it all messy with paint. Your mom used to love telling that story.

Jungkook shared about how his band performed at every school party. According to him, they were good, writing their own songs. But then one of the guys got his girlfriend pregnant, and her parents forced them to marry. He had to work while finishing high school, and the band never recovered. They tried playing at different venues and sending their demo to several companies, but they all rejected them. Eventually, they gave up.

You walked together to your house, and only when you reached the same corner where he had waited for you earlier, he held your waist with both hands and kissed you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and returned the kiss, eyes closed. His lips moved slowly against yours, unhurried, as if savoring the moment. Your tongues met, and you sighed into the kiss, feeling the intensity gradually increasing. You didn't know how long the kiss lasted, but it felt like a blend of too much and too little time. Because time never seemed enough. Eventually, reluctantly, you both pulled away, breathless and smiling.

"Wow," Jungkook whispered, his breath mingling with yours.

"Yeah," your heart still racing.

For a moment, you simply stood there, looking at each other's gaze, before reality slowly started to creep back in. You cleared your throat, breaking the silence.

"I should probably get inside," you said, stepping back. "It's getting late."

"Right. Don't want to keep you out here too long."

You shared one last lingering look before reluctantly parting ways, each heading towards your respective homes.

You arrived home, took a quick shower, and tucked Khai into bed. The atmosphere with your father was tense, to say the least. Days seemed to drag on without any resolution in sight, leaving you feeling frustrated and deeply upset. Yet, your pride kept you from reaching out to your father to initiate a conversation. It was a rare occurrence for you to take that step, preferring instead to let things settle on their own over time.

You were lying perfectly in your favorite black pajamas, buried in blankets, and your mind wandered to Jungkook. You remembered the kiss you shared, although brief, it was intense and you wanted more.

Jungkook was like a drug to you.

Something you knew you shouldn't indulge in too much because it could be dangerous, but at the same time, every time you had more, you wanted even more.

And you were afraid.

Afraid of him breaking your heart. Afraid of what people might say. Afraid of him simply changing overnight. Afraid of what investing in this could lead to. And also afraid of not investing in it and regretting it. In other words, there were plenty of reasons to regret things.

But at the same time, everything seemed to be a whirlwind of emotions. You seemed to change your mind all the time. And you really did. You always wondered why you couldn't make up your mind fully on this matter. But at the same time, you wanted to see where it would go. You were curious, you desired Jungkook.

You liked the way he kissed you. You liked the texture of his lips on yours. You liked it when his tongue touched yours. You liked feeling the kiss deepen enough that you could almost melt into it and couldn't tell where he began and you ended. You liked all the new sensations Jungkook brought you. You liked how addictive his scent was. And how you always thought of him between your classes and tried to look for him during campus breaks.

Even if you pretended you didn't care. And you also liked pretending that your heart didn't race every time he stood beside you and his touch reached you. And you also liked pretending that you found it extremely annoying that you always ended up bumping into him at certain moments. You also liked pretending that he didn't affect you so much, but he really did. You always wondered why you couldn't make up your mind fully on this matter. But at the same time, you wanted to see where it would go. You were curious, you desired Jungkook.

You swallowed hard, unable to shake off thoughts of that day at the cabin, of feeling his body so close to yours, his hands exploring every inch of your body, his breath against your face, the taste of his mouth. You longed for more.

You wanted to feel his body pressed against yours, to experience the sensation of being so close but without any barriers. What would it be like? What would it feel like to have that kind of intimacy?

You sighed once again, and before you could even realize it, your hand was sliding down your left thigh, over the cotton fabric of your pants. Your fingers grasped the fabric as if you wanted to tear and rip that piece from your body. You squeezed the fabric against the palm of your hand, rubbing one leg against the other, craving friction. You longed for it, for him, for his body against yours. You wanted all these profane thoughts to become a reality. You wanted to know how it felt to have his cock sliding in and out of your pussy. You didn't even know what it felt like to have a cock inside you, but just the memory of feeling Jungkook's hard dick underneath you that day at the cabin had stirred something within you. It was a sensation better than your wildest dreams.

Your index finger toyed with the waistband of your pants, and the tips of your fingers wandered there, making you bite your lip as they trailed towards your groin, covered by your panties. The thin fabric posed no obstacle whatsoever because, before you knew it, your left hand's fingers were all inside your panties.

Fuck.

You needed that.

Your mind raced with anticipation as you explored your folds, your middle finger sliding between the lips of your pussy, and you could feel how slick you were, but your finger just moved up and down slowly as you were lost in the heat of the moment, you closed your eyes, imagining Jungkook's hands on you, his lips trailing kisses along your skin, his breath hot against your neck.

You bite your lip hard as your index and middle fingers approach your clit, and you rub it in upward and downward motions, applying a bit of pressure, enough to feel your sensitive spot being deliciously stimulated. You gasp softly, with your right hand now sliding over your belly, but in your head those hands touching you were Jungkook's. It was him, in your mind, who trapped your clit between his fingers, it was his fingers that stroked you intensely, it was his fingers that explored your waist and your skin against his fingertips.

A sigh escapes your lips because you know you can't moan, even if you want to. Now you reach for your hole, teasing it with the tip of your finger before thrusting your finger inside. You're so slick, feeling the need for another finger. It wasn't enough because deep down it wasn't what you wanted, and you couldn't remember the last time you felt such a strong urge to masturbate, but you needed relief from all those feelings that left you soaked in lust.

Your fingers slide in and out of you, each time with more ease, each time spreading your juice all over your length, making the movements easier and, consequently, more rhythmic. You tightly shut your eyes and bite your lower lip, trying to make as little noise as possible. The blanket, which previously covered your body, had ended up on the other side of the bed, your knees bent and your legs spread as you fuck yourself as deeply as you can.

Jungkook could go deeper, and you knew it. And you were burning for it, it was an almost desperate sensation. You could feel his wet mouth sliding on yours and could try to imagine in as much detail as possible what his face looked like when he was thrusting. At that moment, you really wanted to be just one more on the list of girls he had fucked, because your body craved it, and nothing else mattered to you at that moment; you just wanted to imagine what it would be like to have him inside you.

Now you curled your fingers and hit your G-spot, stimulating it while you needed to swallow your moans. You had a great understanding of your body and knew exactly how to cum. That was the consequence of waiting so long to actually have sex, and once again, your mind didn't know why you were still waiting when clearly what you needed most at that moment was someone to fuck you senseless.

You continued to touch yourself, your thoughts consumed by the images of Jungkook and the desire to feel him inside you. Your body responded to your own touch, your pussy clenching around your two fingers and your breath coming in shallow gasps as pleasure threatened to overwhelm you. And you couldn’t stop imagining all the ways Jungkook could satisfy your desires.

You increased the pace even more as your body arched forward, and in desperation, with your free hand, you grabbed one of the pillows from your bed and covered your face, muffling your moans as you climaxed on your fingers. You could distinctly feel the walls of your pussy pulsating around your fingers, which made you press the tips of your fingers against them and your thumb reaching somewhat clumsily for your clit, which was sensitive.

Your body hit the mattress again when you finished, and your fingers immediately withdrew from inside you. You breathed quickly, feeling your own scent and all your juices between your index finger and middle finger. You stared at your fingers, and after relieving yourself, you thought about what you had just done and could hardly believe that you had reached this point.

Fuck you, Jungkook.

On Friday morning, Jungkook picked you and Khai up once again. You could hardly believe that Jungkook had won over your brother in literally two days to the point where he let go of your hand and went skipping away hand in hand with Jungkook, who chuckled at you when Khai got extremely excited to see him. You walked a little behind as the boys talked about a video game that you had never heard of and preferred not to pay much attention to. But it was cute to see the interaction between your brother and Jungkook. He was good with kids.

You dropped Khai off at school, and you and Jungkook walked towards the college campus, once again listening to music and once again Jungkook showing you all the bands he liked and enthusiastically talking about music. And a few blocks before reaching the campus, Jungkook turned to you and said, "Well, I think you can give me back the earphones and walk ahead," he said with a crooked smile.

You shrugged, taking the earphones and handing them to him. "Yeah, you're right," you said, adjusting your bag and ready to take a step forward when he held your hand, making you stop.

"Wanna skip class today?" Jungkook asked, raising his eyebrows, making you laugh.

"Hmm," you made a thoughtful expression and smiled, "Maybe, if you have better plans."

"I do, actually," Jungkook grinned cockily, clearing his throat, "We could go to my apartment and watch a movie."

You laughed and rolled your eyes, making a slight grimace. Of course, the option was tempting, and after last night, all you wanted was to spend some alone time with Jungkook, but at the same time, the thought of it made you scared and insecure.

"Watch a movie?" you repeated, with an affected tone, and he nodded.

"And maybe grab something to eat," he shrugged.

"Every time we see each other, we eat something, have you noticed? Are you trying to fatten me up?" you joked, biting your lower lip lightly and locking eyes with him, which now narrowed due to the smile he flashed. My God, he was so handsome.

"Just making sure you're eating well," he says, reaching for your hand to grab the earphones, but instead of pulling his hand away, he lingered for a few extra seconds. "Come on, I'll get us an Uber."

So there you were, in his apartment, peppering kisses along his neck, grazing the tip of your nose along Jungkook's neck curve while he pressed his body against the wall, keeping both hands on your waist. You hadn't even made it past the hallway. You pushed your hips away from the wall, pressing even closer to Jungkook, who by this point had tilted his head back with his eyes closed, feeling your kiss. It was only when you slid your tongue along his skin that you heard him moan, sending shivers down your spine with that husky sound of his voice echoing like a chorus in your ear. You smiled amidst the kisses as his hands moved to your ass, wedging between your body and the wall. His hands squeezed you tightly, and you sighed, returning your mouth to his.

The kiss seemed to have its own rhythm and fit, and the more you kissed, the more it felt like the movements were instinctive. You didn't feel in control of anything; it was as if your body was operating on its own.

He pressed you against his body, and you breathed heavily as his hand explored you, your hips grinding together, craving more contact and friction. Jungkook turned his head slightly, and now it was his turn to explore your skin, starting with a kiss below your ear and sliding down to your neck, making you shiver all over. His hands still gripped your butt, and you groaned in frustration because you wanted more than that, you needed more, and Jungkook probably knew it. He knew you were aroused and that all of this was new to you, and somehow, he wanted to explore it. And now you could already feel his bulge beneath his pants, which made you crack a discreet smile.

Jungkook pulled back, and you noticed his lips were more pink and swollen than usual. He looked at you for a few seconds, directly into your eyes, and you always had that feeling that he could stare into your soul.

"If you don't mind, I'm going to take this off, okay?" he said, pulling the red hoodie by the collar and removing it from his body. Now his tattoos were exposed, and he looked even hotter, which you thought was impossible until then. But the white shirt he wore helped create a wonderful contrast with the black ink on his skin.

You stared at him for a while, examining every detail of him, and he didn't seem to mind you obviously staring at him. On the contrary, he reached for the zipper of your hoodie and started pulling it down.

"If you want, you can take this off. It's warm in here, hm?" he said, his gaze following the zipper as it descended, and you felt your chest rise and fall with the movements he made. There was nothing particularly exceptional about him unzipping your hoodie, but it was so erotic that you couldn't quite explain why.

Your heart pounded faster in your chest when he finally reached the bottom of the zipper, your hoodie fell open, revealing the fabric of your shirt underneath. Jungkook's eyes lingered on your exposed skin, his gaze intense and filled with hunger.

"You look beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and husky, "but I think you'll be even more beautiful without this."

His fingers trailed along the edges of your hoodie, before urging you to slip it off. You licked your lips and nodded, feeling his eyes trailing down your body as he swallowed hard. Your hands reached for his arms, fingertips tracing over the tattoos, but they still hesitated.

"You have a lot more tattoos than I thought," you murmured, noticing the ink extending up to his shoulder. Jungkook chuckled softly and rolled up his sleeve, revealing that the tattoos stretched all the way to his shoulder. You bit your lower lip. "Wow," you let out unintentionally, admiring his tattoos.

Jungkook moved your hand away, and you looked at him confused, but before you could dwell on it, you noticed him grabbing the hem of his own white shirt and pulling it up, leaving him shirtless. You rolled your eyes for a moment, understanding that it's all just a little game for him. But you couldn't help but shiver at the sight of him shirtless.

You knew he was athletic, but he worked out much more than you could have imagined, evident in the muscular definition of his arms and his perfectly sculpted abs. You found yourself admiring the body he took such pride in, and rightfully so. Now his jeans were clearly low on his hips, exposing his black boxers and a well-defined V line. You raised your gaze to meet his eyes, which seemed pleased with the way you were looking at him. And of course, you couldn't help but notice that his dick was now evident, just as you had felt when your hips were pressed against his. Damn, all of this was even better than you had imagined last night.

Jungkook stepped closer, his chest almost brushing against yours as he leaned in, his breath grazing your ear.

"Like what you see?" he whispered.

You swallowed hard, "Maybe a little too much."

His lips curved into a smirk, and before you knew it, his hands were on your waist, pulling you closer again. He lowered his head, his lips hovering just inches away from yours. But his hands descended to your blouse and pulled it up, and you didn't resist, just letting him remove the garment from your body. His gaze dropped to your tits, and he seemed as pleased with the sight as you were seeing him shirtless. Jungkook pulled down the straps of your bra, causing it to uncover your boobs, which he soon cupped, squeezing them against his palm and bringing his mouth closer, his gaze locked with yours and his brow furrowed. You moaned, and this time it wasn't quiet. I mean, how could it be with his mouth on your tits? His tongue wrapped around your nipple, sliding slowly around it, which was now fully erect inside Jungkook's mouth.

Oh, fuck, that's exactly what you needed, and you almost melted against the wall when he wrapped his arm around your back, finally releasing your bra and pressing you against him, making your tit enter even further into his mouth.

"Jungkook," you moaned once more, feeling your heart almost leap out of your mouth. His finger pressed into your waist, and he pulled his face away from you, looking at you for a brief moment before leading you to the living room, pressing his body against yours, your mouths now connected as you stumbled towards the couch, where he seated you, with your legs apart.

"If you want me to stop, you'll have to say so," he said, looking at you with a sharp gaze, brimming with lust in a way you hadn't seen before. You didn't even respond; it wasn't necessary. You didn't want him to stop.

Jungkook knelt down in front of you, his hands hooked on the elastic of your jeans, which he quickly unbuttoned, revealing your lilac panties. He smiled at the sight of the cotton fabric, causing you to roll your eyes. Of course, if you had known he would see your panties today, you would have chosen the prettiest ones with lace, but Jungkook didn't care about that kind of thing. He simply pulled your pants down, and damn, now you were almost naked in front of him. And yes, that's what you craved, but his gaze burned into you as he caressed your leg.

"Nice legs," he whispered, his lips grazing your calf as he planted a kiss there. Fuck, that was hot.

The kiss made you tremble, and you could never have imagined that you would enjoy someone kissing your legs so much, like now, as Jungkook kissed closer to your knee, heading towards the inner part of your thigh, making you bite your lip in nervousness and desire for him to reach the spot already.

You were already pathetically soaked, and it was evident because there was a darker spot on your panties, which made Jungkook smile, and you cursed yourself for being so sensitive. He pulled away before reaching your groin, and you furrowed your brow, a little confused about what he was doing, but he just smiled and leaned up to kiss you. He slid his tongue along your lower lip, and you grasped the back of his neck. It was ridiculous how surrendered you were, on his apartment couch, just in your panties with your legs spread. You kept your eyes closed, too focused on the kiss, but you felt when Jungkook's fingers reached your panties and began to pull them down. You sighed into the kiss, lifting your hips to help him. You also felt your cheeks burning, both from embarrassment and desire. Jungkook broke the kiss and looked down, but you grabbed his hair and grumbled, resuming the kiss; you didn't really want him to notice you at that moment.

The kiss continued, growing more intense, with both of his hands resting on your leg, pressing your skin against his fingers, and you moaned into the kiss. That was all you wanted. The kiss was once again interrupted by him, who stared at you, and you could notice that he too was slightly flushed and breathless, adrenaline coursing through his veins as well.

Jungkook trailed his lips down your neck, and your hands went to his back, feeling his muscular definition beneath your fingertips. You could no longer have full control of your body, and you scraped your nails along his skin, eliciting a low groan from him, followed by a soft laugh. Your mouth was already dry, a stark contrast to how wet your pussy was by that point.

Jungkook traced a trail of kisses from your collarbone to your belly, nibbling and licking his way down. You squirmed when he reached the curve of your waist, which made him laugh. On impulse, you almost pushed him away. The touch felt good, but it tickled you a bit because you were too sensitive. With the tip of his index finger, he trailed along your groin. You swallowed hard and averted your gaze, tilting your head back. So, it was really happening. Jungkook lightly touched your pussy, sliding his fingers over the outer lips, and you let out a heavy breath through your mouth.

His fingers glided over your folds, and he carefully ran them along your length, making you grunt and close your eyes as he found the exact spot of your clit, causing you to shudder. Your legs closed in an instinctive, almost frightened movement. Then you looked at him, parting your legs slightly.

"Are you okay?" he asked, furrowing his brow.

"Fine," you nodded a bit nervously. "It's just very sensitive."

"I know," Jungkook murmured in response, pressing his fingertips against your clit. "But does it feel good?"

You bit your lip and nodded, his fingers sliding slowly up and down, and you held back a moan in the back of your throat. His eyes were on yours, and you briefly noticed that, but couldn't hold the eye contact, so you closed your eyes once again. And as he varied the speed, you writhed on the couch, pressing your fingers into the cushion and breathing heavily through your mouth. It felt too good. Damn it.

Jungkook slid his fingers along your pussy until he reached your hole. He looked at you first, silently asking for permission to continue. You opened your eyes and glanced downward, silently granting permission. He understood, and with the tip of his middle finger, he traced your entrance, teasingly sliding the tip of his finger inside, making you moan softly. He just left the tip of his finger inside and rotated it slowly as if he were preparing you, and in an involuntary movement, you pressed your hips a little more against his finger, feeling it sink a bit deeper, making you gasp.

He looked at you, biting his lower lip, and slid his finger even further inside you, making you gasp again, feeling the wall of your pussy yield to his touch. He didn't move it, perhaps allowing you to get used to the sensation, which made you smile slightly because he was being so considerate of your "situation."

"So tight," he whispered, more to himself than to your ears. You sighed, pushing your hips a bit more against his finger, and he understood, starting to move in and out, making you moan and bring both hands to your face in slight desperation. How should you react to this?

"Fuck," you unintentionally exclaimed, your hands muffling the sound a bit. Jungkook used the curse word as encouragement to keep moving his finger inside you, not losing pace and causing your hips to move each time he reached a new spot that elicited new sensations.

He continued like that for a few seconds, then withdrew his finger from you, making you grunt. You weren't prepared for him to stop, and you hadn't been satisfied enough for him to cease. But before you could protest, he was already looking at you with a mischievous smile, bringing his finger to his mouth and sucking on it, causing you to chuckle softly as he spread your juices across his lips.

"You're dirty," you said, looking at him.

"And you're incredibly hot," Jungkook replied, swiftly sliding his arms beneath your legs, hooking your thighs over his arms, and bringing his face closer to your pussy. You didn't even have time to process what he was doing when his lips glided over the lips of your pussy. You moaned loudly, feeling that entirely new touch that you could never provide for yourself. His piercing touched your intimacy, his mouth eagerly opening to engulf you whole as his tongue slid between the folds of your pussy.

You couldn't distinguish whether it was heaven or hell, but you knew you wouldn't be the same after that touch.

Jungkook licked your pussy with dedication, occasionally trapping your clit between his lips, sending you into a frenzy as you struggled to control the volume of the noises escaping your mouth. He kept his jaw loose and explored you shamelessly with his tongue. Your hips moved uncontrollably against his lips, and you gripped his shoulders, leaving nail marks. It was desperate to feel so out of control.

You leaned forward, feeling your body react on its own. Your legs closing with Jungkook's face in between them, your abdomen contracting, and your right leg trembling as Jungkook understood that he couldn't stop because you were almost cumming, and my God, it felt so good.

You reached for the roots of his hair, pulling him even closer - as if it were possible - and leaned in further, moaning loudly and breathing heavily as you came in Jungkook's mouth. He gladly continued what he was doing until you let go of his hair and his face emerged from between your legs.

Your body went weak, and you simply slumped back against the couch, staring into space and processing what had just happened. Jungkook breathed heavily, running his tongue over his lips and sitting on the floor, letting out a victorious laugh. The room was filled with the sounds of sighs and breaths trying to return to their normal pace. Your chest rose and fell, and now you looked at Jungkook, whose mouth was even more swollen than usual. He looked at you too, as if waiting for you to speak first.

"I guess I'm half of a virgin now," you say, and Jungkook laughs, shaking his head.

"Is that how you feel?" he raises an eyebrow and leans on his palms.

"Yeah," you shrug, and your eyes drift down to his body, his pants seemed too tight around the groin area, and you were sure it was uncomfortable because it looked very, very snug, and your mouth almost salivating because you wanted more, damn it, you wanted to touch him, you wanted more of him.

Jungkook notices your gaze and smirks, clearly enjoying the attention. "You want more, huh?" he teases, his voice low and suggestive.

You swallow hard, feeling a rush of heat flood your cheeks.

"Maybe.”

He pressed his lips against yours and wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you off the couch as he rose from the floor. Jungkook pressed his bare chest against yours, sending shivers down your spine with the skin-to-skin contact. His tongue danced with yours, and his hand pressed against the small of your back, your naked hips meeting his clothed ones covered by the thick fabric of his jeans.

In an act of boldness and complete shamelessness, you reached for his cock through his pants. His moan mingled with the kiss, and it crossed your mind that he must be bursting with desire. Your hands worked quickly to unzip his pants, and he assisted you in pulling them down. You didn't stop kissing him as your hand grasped his cock through his underwear, finally feeling him more distinctly between your fingers, with only a thin layer separating your hand from Jungkook's shaft, making you sigh in anticipation.

"You don't have to do this," he said, breaking the kiss, and it sounded sincere to you.

"Please," you whispered softly, glancing down, sliding your fingers along the length of his covered cock.

You looked at him now, pausing your fingers to o remove the fabric from the way. At that moment, Jungkook looked at you with pleading and frustration, perhaps wondering if you had given up, but you hadn't. You simply lowered his underwear, just enough for his fully erect cock to spring out. You swallowed hard, and he sighed, shifting positions with you and sinking into the couch. A shy smile formed on your lips, but you sat beside him, your body nestled against his as Jungkook wrapped his arms around the back of the sofa, holding onto your nape and leaning in to kiss you again.

The kiss didn't last long because you needed to touch him, and as you did, you could feel his cock, marked with veins, the head swollen, thicker than you imagined, yet still perfect. The glossy pre-cum on the tip of his cock made you sigh. You closed your fists around the base of it, feeling it twitch in your hand, the pressure you applied making Jungkook moan.

"Like this?" you ask, a bit uncertain, as you begin to stroke him at a slow pace.

"Exactly," he confirms, groaning softly and letting his head tilt back slightly. You bring your mouth closer to his neck and slide your tongue slowly while your fingers wrap around his cock, gradually increasing the pace. He seems to enjoy it, judging by the longer groan he lets out.

Handjobs were the only thing you had done before, so you at least had a vague idea of what you were doing. His fingers intertwine in your hair, giving a gentle tug as you press your fingers tighter around his throbbing cock, just for you.

Jungkook clenched his fingers on the couch cushion and bit his lip hard, while you were too mesmerized to look away. The sight of him was magnificent, and for a moment, you could hardly believe that all of this was happening, that it was reality and not just you in your room masturbating like last night.

His hand, which was previously free, now enveloped yours around his dick as he guided the movements with more speed, pressing his forehead against yours and locking eyes with you. Somehow, that position left you completely shameless, and you felt like you were in control of him, so you returned Jungkook's fierce gaze with equal intensity. His eyes were darker than usual, sharp, with a clenched jaw. Neither of you dared to look away. He groaned again, throaty, thrusting his hips against your hand, catching you off guard with a soft sigh. Then his mouth reached your ear, and very softly, he moaned your name.

You felt every muscle in your hand acting on its own, increasing the movement once again, being a little clumsy but Jungkook's nibble on your ear, followed by whiny moans, was the encouragement you needed to continue. With your whole body tingling and your hand moving practically on its own, you felt his pulsating cock even more in your fingers, taking only a few seconds for you to feel a warm liquid spilling over your fingers, coming out in spurts as he melted underneath you.

As Jungkook came, his heavy breaths filled the air, and you could feel the tension easing out of his body. You withdrew your hand slowly. Was this real?

Jungkook leaned back against the couch, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes met yours, and then he glanced down at your hand, completely covered in his cum.

"Sorry," he said, with a tired smile.

"No need to apologize," you replied, looking at your hand painted white, as well as some parts of his thigh and belly. You bit your lower lip, and Jungkook noticed that you weren't quite sure what to do, so he reached for your wrist and pulled you up from the couch.

"Come here, let's clean up," he said softly, and you nodded.

You followed Jungkook to the bathroom, feeling a bit awkward with your hand still sticky with his cum. He turned on the faucet, adjusting the water temperature, and then he grabbed a washcloth, wetting it before handing it to you.

"Here, let me help," he offered, taking your hand and starting to clean off the mess.

"Thanks," you murmured, and, once your hand was clean, he turned his attention to his own body, cleaning off the remnants of his own orgasm.

After a few moments of silence, he spoke again, his voice soft.

"Did you enjoy it?" he asked, looking at you, completely at ease with his own nakedness, while you had your arms crossed over your chest, attempting, albeit unsuccessfully, to cover yourself.

"Mm-hmm," you murmured again, and he smiled, placing a hand on your hip and pulling you closer to him.

"Really?" Jungkook stared at you, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. Your heart raced, both from his proximity and the softness in his voice, as well as from the direct contact of your naked body against his.

"Yes," you said, averting your gaze, eager to put your clothes back on. Jungkook chuckled, lifting his arms around your back and pressing your body against his in a hug that you reluctantly accepted, only uncrossing your arms when his chest was fully pressed against yours.

"Are you feeling shy?" he asked, a low chuckle escaping him.

"Shut up," you grumbled, trying to pull away, but he pulled you closer, refusing to let you go.

"You’re so cute.”

Afterwards, you both went to the living room, got dressed, and Jungkook put on a movie. You weren't exactly thrilled about watching the movie because the previous events kept replaying in your head, and you were still processing everything.

Occasionally, you glanced over at Jungkook, who was fully engrossed in the film. He seemed genuinely interested in having you pay attention, occasionally making comments about it, to which you simply nodded.

Your hands rested on your lap as you sat in the exact same spot where moments ago you had been completely surrendered to him. And Jungkook seemed to have been too good at everything. He was patient, dedicated, affectionate. You sighed, fearing how drawn you felt to him. It was as if a magnet was pulling you towards him, and you couldn't resist. Your eyes were fixed on the screen, but your mind was drifting in a reverie that you couldn't quite shake off.

You only realized it when Jungkook's fingers intertwined with yours. You looked down, seeing his long fingers embracing yours, and you closed your fingers, firmly pressing the back of his hand, while he kept his eyes on the screen, as if holding your hand was no big deal. And maybe it wasn't, even after you two had practically fucked. Your thumb caressed his skin, and in response, he tightened his grip on your hand, as if to reaffirm everything.

It didn't take long for you both to move even closer, exchanging a few pecks, and your head resting on his shoulder, which he seemed extremely comfortable with, just like you.

The movie ended, and you were sprawled on the couch while Jungkook went to the kitchen to get some water. When he returned, placing the glass on the coffee table, he looked at you and asked, "What are your other plans for today?" He raised an eyebrow, and you yawned, stretching.

"Well, I have a dance class later," you said, remembering your commitment to Hobi. Jungkook gave a crooked smile and, without warning, simply lay on top of you, his elbows resting on either side of your face and his mouth on your neck as you laughed in surprise at his unexpected gesture.

"Are you sure?" Jungkook said between kisses. "What if you cancel your plans and stay here with me, hm?" He brushed the tip of his nose against the curve of your neck, inhaling your scent. "You dance every day."

"I don't dance every day," you retorted, feeling his kisses becoming more ticklish than seductive kisses. "And it's a different kind of dance, not ballet."

"Is it?" he asked, looking at you.

"It's an experimental street dance class."

"And do you like street dance?" he furrowed his brow.

"I don't know," you shrugged, giving him a peck on the lips. "You could come with me," you smiled, suggestively.

"Hmm, I'm not sure about that," Jungkook whispered.

"Come on, it'll be fun," you insisted.

Jungkook chuckled, his lips curling into a grin.

"I don't know if street dance is my thing."

"You won't know until you try," you teased, running your fingers through his hair.

"Fine, I'll go with you."

"Really?" you exclaimed, surprised by his sudden agreement.

"Yeah, why not?" Jungkook shrugged, leaning in to kiss you softly.

"All of this just to spend more time with me?" you teased, running your thumb along his cheek as he wrinkled his nose, making a face.

"You're the one who invited me to go with you," he countered, licking his lips. "So, you must really want my company. Falling for me already?" he joked.

You laughed, leaning forward and placing both hands on his chest, as if to push him away.

"I take back what I said, I don't want your company anymore!"

"Oh, I think you do," he insisted, pressing his body closer to yours and planting kisses on your cheek while you giggled.

"Stop it!"

"Stop it," he mimicked in a high-pitched, affected voice. "You always say 'stop it' when you actually mean the opposite, don't you?"

"I don't know, do I?" you said with a hint of teasing, making Jungkook giggle as he leaned in, capturing your lower lip between his teeth and giving it a playful nibble before pulling away, and stand up.

"What should we wear for a dance class?" Jungkook asked, standing in front of you. You sat back on the couch, fixing your tousled hair, and shrugged.

"Anything comfortable, I guess."

"Too bad you don't get to wear that tiny leotard," he teased.

"Jungkook," you scolded, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Okay, okay, I'll stop," he said, scratching his chin. "So, how much time do we have until class?”

You spent the day at Jungkook's house. It was a great afternoon in his company. You don't even know how time flew by so quickly because you were chatting and stopping everything for make-out sessions that always left you both breathless, trying to refocus on what you were doing before. You had already done quite a lot of different things for just one day, but at the same time, it seemed like you couldn't keep your hands off each other.

Sometimes, amidst one of Jungkook's stories, you found yourself with a wide grin from ear to ear and quickly fought against yourself to wipe the smile away. But it didn't take long for you to be smiling again. It was dangerous, but you decided to stop thinking about it for now because you were enjoying his company too much.

When it was 4 p.m, you decided to go to your house to change into something more comfortable than your jeans, after all, you would need to move around. So, you went inside and quickly changed clothes. There was no one at home, which made the process easier, and Jungkook waited in the living room while you changed upstairs. You chose a simple white sweatshirt set, comfortable and everything you needed for your class.

You wet downstairs, and Jungkook was looking at a picture of you as a child, with a smile on his face. It was a photo of you on the lawn of your backyard, with your old dog Lion between your legs. The Golden Retriever was almost bigger than you, with its mouth open and tongue out while you smiled widely.

"You were adorable," Jungkook said, examining the photo.

"Thank you," you replied, pulling his arm, "Now let's go before someone sees you here with me."

Jungkook wrinkled his nose.

"I feel like we're in a secret relationship."

"But we're not in a relationship," you said without looking at him, just pulling him towards the exit door.

"I know, but what if we were? Would you still keep it from everyone?" he asked in a low voice, and you shrugged, opening the front door.

"No, because then you would be a changed man, and it would be serious, right? I mean, people would take our relationship seriously and not just think I'm another fuck for you."

You left your house and locked the door, but at that moment, you wondered if you were just another fuck to him. You glanced at him briefly, but he didn't say anything, nor did you. For a moment, you waited for some response from him, but since there was none, you just sighed and began walking ahead of him, heading to the ballet studio.

The journey was a bit quieter, and you had a whirlwind of thoughts in your head. Did you have feelings for Jungkook? Were you just attracted to him? Did you want to lose your virginity because you thought it was time, or because you wanted to fuck him?

He also seemed lost in thought, walking in silence with his hands in the pockets of the gray hoodie he was wearing, just as casual as yours. Occasionally, you exchanged glances, but it seemed like the last conversation you had was still a palpable tension in the air.

You both entered together, and he followed you into one of the rooms of the studio that you had never been in before. The class hadn't started yet, but Hobi was there, greeting some people. He opened a smile when he saw you and walked towards you with his arms open for a hug, which you returned happily.

"Good to see you here," he said, stepping back, and his eyes shifted to Jungkook. "And you brought company."

"Yeah," you smiled weakly, "This is Jungkook, a friend from college."

Hobi raised his eyebrows suggestively at you and then turned to Jungkook, greeting him.

"Have you ever taken a dance class before?" Hoseok asked, with a friendly look.

"No, never," Jungkook spoke softly, looking around, his eyes shining. "I probably won't be very good at it," he replied, lowering his voice.

"Nobody is born good at it; it's all about practice," Hobi said, smiling. "I hope you both enjoy it; we start in 10 minutes." He looked at the clock and walked away, leaving you two alone again.

You turned to Jungkook, about to ask if everything was okay, but then you saw her. Minji. Park Minji, your cousin.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," you huffed, rolling your eyes, not believing that she was here, now walking towards you with a smile on her lips. Fake. That's what she was. A fucking fake.

Jungkook looked in the direction you were looking, frowning, with an expression you couldn't quite understand. But you noticed that Minji's smile became even more cynical when she laid her eyes on Jungkook. She approached, her perfectly straightened hair falling in place, and turned her head slightly, analyzing the two of you.

"You two here?" she chuckled. "So, are you like, together?"

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