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break the ice; part 1.

jeon jungkook x fem!reader x park jimin

genre. hockey au, friends to lovers, smut, comedy, fluff

There are three rules to become an official Puck Bunny:

1. You have to love hockey. No exceptions. 2. You have to had slept with at least three hockey players. Starters, no benchwarmers. 3. And most importantly, have fun!

warnings. thigh riding, sexting/phone sex, dirty talk, pillow riding 01 | 02 | 03

[5:45 PM] Jungkook —u r still cumming to the game tonight right?

[5:47 PM] You —cumming?? 🤔

[5:47 PM] Jungkook —i knew he was doing something shifty to my phone earlier…

[5:48 PM] You —who?!?!

[5:48 PM] Jungkook —that asshole taehyung is so sexy —wtf… taehyung is so sexy

[5:48 PM] You —oh i see…

[5:48 PM] Jungkook —TAEHYUNG IS NOT SEXY WTF

[5:51 PM] You —i already know the truth now, no need to deny it anymore

[5:52 PM] Jungkook —shut up

[5:52 PM] You —and im cumming tonight!! —i would never miss my best friend win his first tournament trophy!!

[5:55 PM] Jungkook —do u know anything bout hockey??? —if we win this game we have to win 3 more to win the cup…

[6:03 PM] You —I KNOW THAT YOU ASSHOLE!! —I’M JUST BEING OPTIMISTIC YOU PIECE OF SHIT

[6:05 PM] Jungkook —cool —can you pass by my dorm before you come here? —I left my mouthguard and helmet in my room

[6:07 PM] You —😒

[6:07 PM] Jungkook —thanks Y/N!! —I love you!!!!! 💘💖💗💏

Monday - Game One

There were many, many times when you ask yourself why Jeon Jungkook had the title of Y/N’s Best Friend ™, and this was one of them. You were perfectly fine with going to his dorm to get the equipment he had forgotten even though it’s out the way, the opposite direction from where you needed to be – your University’s hockey rink – after your long, busy, and not to mention draining shift at work was done. It was no inconvenience, not at all.

But now, there you are, standing outside the home team’s changing room, hearing the rambunctious voices and laughter coming from the other side of the door, as you looked down on your phone with a frustrated expression. You had texted Jungkook that you were there and that he should meet you outside so you could give him his stuff, but he had a different suggestion.

[7:37 PM] Jungkook —just come in

Gritting your teeth together, you send him a few angry texts telling him that you couldn’t do that and why. They go unanswered, and you contemplate on just leaving his stuff in front of the door and just text him that it’s there. But then you remember that Jungkook was probably freaking out about the upcoming match, the first of the final games that could name Yonsei University as the Champion of the National Korean University Hockey Cup – the first time in 10 years, and against Yonsei University’s fiercest rival, Korea University, as well. The whole school is counting on the Yonsei’s men’s hockey team to win so they can rub it into the faces of the Korea University students who have been on their high horses for far too long, thinking that they’re so much better than the students at your school.

So you’re going to give Jungkook a break – just this once.

With a deep breath – and boy you need it, because the youngest player was still in his high school AXE spray phase – you turn the knob of the door and open it, taking your first step into the loud and musky-smelling changing room. As you walk through the room to find your best friend, whistles and catcalls can be heard from every direction.

“Y/N, baby, smile for us!” You hear Kim Jonghyun (Jong3) call out, probably because of the unamused expression on your face. You don’t do as he says, choosing to stick your tongue out instead and that makes him laugh, smacking the arm of the poor, unsuspecting rookie, Lee Donghyuck, beside him.

In just under a minute, you hear every sickly pet name a guy could say to a girl – baby, sweetie, honey, sugar, angel, my little broccoli (Yugyeom is a weird one), baby doll, baby girl, babyface, babe, bae, and did you already mention, baby? - and if it were any other guys but the Yonsei’s men’s hockey team, you would have been putty in their hands. But alas…

Okay, sure, they were all good looking and they all have incredible bodies, but you knew them all too well. They were like 18 brothers from 17 other mothers.

“Y/N! You naughty girl! I knew you couldn’t get enough of me!” a fully nude man by the name of Kim Taehyung says, blocking your path with his legs spread far apart and his hands on his hips. He wiggles his brows up and down, smirking, and it takes a lot of effort to not look at the thing dangling between his legs. Okay, you can’t call this one your brother because the two of you kind of did the ol’ roll in the hay, like two bunnies in heat, once before.

“If we win today, you’ll make my night again, right? Like you had many times before,” he whispers in your ears, occupying your space.

“It was only two times!” You whisper back harshly, looking around to see if anyone had heard.

Fine, it was twice. But never again.

You heave a sigh of relief when you see that no one overheard, they were all too busy in their own conversations (but let’s be real, the other boys probably already know).

“You had fun though, don’t lie,” Taehyung says with a giggle. You ponder it for a moment, and yeah… You guess he was right. But you shrug, not wanting his ego to inflate even more. Winking, he adds, “I had fun too…”

The dark chuckle that falls out your mouth as you shake your head while looking down, hair falling to your face, had Taehyung shivering in fear – or was it arousal? He concludes that it was definitely a mix of both.

“Taehyung, sweetie…” You begin, bending down to pick up a skate close to you, still avoiding looking at his little friend. When you’re up again, you begin to slide off the skate’s guard seductively and Taehyung follows the way your hand grips on it tight, his Adam’s apple bobs with a hard swallow. “If you don’t move out of my way right now –“ Your eyes finally flick down to his length, involuntarily biting your bottom lip at the sight of it. You clear your throat after realizing what you had done, gaze quickly flicking up to see Taehyung licking his lips seductively.

“I will cut your dick off,” you finish, making his eyes widen in shock.

The captain of the team,Kim Jonghyun (Jong1, or JR), hurries over when he hears this, snatching the skate out your hands. “Hey, hey, hey… I don’t think Jooheon wants the blood of Taehyung’s dick all over his skates-“

“Definitely not!” Jooheon calls from across the room, grooming his hair up in front of the mirror (what for? You had no clue, it’ll be covered with a helmet anyway…).

Jong1 chuckles, then slaps a hand down on Taehyung’s shoulder, squeezing hard so the boy finally snaps out of his shock daze to look at him, “- and we still need this one to win the championship, unfortunately,” he gives you a wide smile, “- but when the games are over, feel free to cut his dick away!”

“Hey!” Taehyung pouts. “So you think that’s all I’m good for?”

Jong1 ignores him to continue, “The Golden Boy is in the shower, that’s who you’re looking for right?”

As some of the boys snicker at the words ‘golden’ and ‘shower’ being used so closely to each other, you shake your head, looking at the backpack hanging on your shoulder. “I just need to drop off some of his stuff and I’ll be off on my merry way.”

“Oh, in that case, you already know which locker is his,” Jong1 says as he pushes Taehyung and himself out of the way so you can walk by. You say your thanks to the captain, then headed for Jungkook’s locker at the back of the room, hearing Taehyung ask no one in particular behind you, “Is it weird that what she said turned me on?”

You set down your backpack down on Jungkook’s designated locker/stall when you get there, his jersey - #19 – hanging on the hook in front of you. Sitting in the stall beside Jungkook’s was the team’s left defence, Hong Jonghyun (Jong2), and the only one who is almost ready to step into the rink, already tightening up his skates.

“Hey Y/N, how are you?” He asks, grinning.

“Good, tired, excited,” you reply, grinning back as you unzip your backpack to take out Jungkook’s helmet and mouthguard case. “How about you?”

“Excited, tired, good,” he says, chuckling. “Hey, you’ll be sitting with Yura, right?”

You smile wide, nodding while you place Jungkook’s things on the bench. “Yeah, of course!”

He nods slowly, lips pursing as he starts to reach into his left pocket.

“In that case, can you give her this…” He asks. With another nod, you wait for him to give you whatever it is he wanted Yura to have. He finally fishes it out of his pocket and holds it out for you. Your mouth drops, eyes wide at the black lacy thong that’s dangling in front of you. Jong2 realizes his mistake, stuffing it back in his pocket. “Shit, sorry!”

You laugh awkwardly. “I was going to sa—”

And then he was dangling another pair of panties in front of you, this time bright red and silky. “This is clean, don’t worry. The other one is the… lucky one.”

Letting out a disgusted ‘eugh’, you quickly snatch the underwear from him. You didn’t want the other boys to see your friend’s undergarment. Stuffing it into the front pockets of your backpack, you narrow your eyes at Jong2 as you say, “You mean it’s the used, dirty one.”

“Tomato, tomato.”

You hear an amused laugh from behind you. “You’re disgusting, hyung.”

Turning to face your best friend, you were greeted with the sight of him with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist – his well-defined chest glistening and his still slightly damp hair dripping droplets of water on the ground. Your eyes trail over him from chest to toe for just a quick second, before your looking into his big brown eyes.

“Your things are over there,” You tell Jungkook as you flick your gaze to the bench then back on him. “You owe me one.”

Then without warning, you reached your hand over to him, pinching and twisting his left nipple as you beam up at him, “Good luck, Jungkookie!”

He yelps just as you let go, cackling and already walking away.

“Hey! What the hell, Y/N?!” Jungkook screeches, but there’s a way too amused grin on his face for anyone to believe that he was seriously mad. One of his hands cups his chest, rubbing at the tingling and sensitive area that you had just touched while he bites his bottom lip, a faint pink coloring his complexion as he watches you give words of encouragement and inside jokes to his teammates before finally leaving the room. He giggles, shaking his head, only to catch Jong2’s eyeing him, the latter’s gaze going from his eyes to the bottom half of him.

“What?” Jungkook asks a little too defensively, turning his body away from the left defence’s sight, but he knows he has already been caught.

Jong2 laughs, standing up to clap a hand on Jungkook’s back. “You should go take care of that, Jeon.”

Jungkook grumbles incoherent curses under his breath, but turns around to head back into the shower room. Being hard while on the ice is uncomfortable as fuck.

The stadium stands were already quite full when you arrive, but you knew that there is a seat saved for you so you weren’t worried. You make a beeline to the front, passing by a few of your classmates that say their hello. It seems like every student at your school was there, wanting to be a part of history – to say that they were there at the first game that Yonsei University had finally beat Korea University. Of course, there were a few Korea University students in the stands as well, wearing their school colors of crimson and beige. Although small in numbers, they looked so smug. Like they knew that their team was definitely going to win tonight’s game. It makes you frown deeply, giving the stink eye to anyone adorning the opposing team’s color.

“Y/N! Over here!”

Stink eye and scowl dissolving into a cheerful smile, your eyes find the girl who called your name. She waves excitedly, her yellow-blonde shoulder length hair bounces as she does so. With a wave, you make your way to Hyoyeon and the other girls sitting in the front row, right beside the boards of the rink, the best seats in the house.

The spot they saved for you was in between Hyoyeon and Solji and the middle of all four girls, and when you sat down, the former was already offering the bag of her favorite sour cherry candy towards you, so you take one to pop it in your mouth. As you chew, you discreetly take the piece of clothing that Jong2 gave you earlier before setting your backpack down beside your feet. You reach across Solji so you can give it to Yura. You tried to do it discreetly but the girl just grabs it, holding it up in front of her just like Jong2 did, so shamelessly.

“That motherfucker! I was looking for this one!” Yura shrieks. She then leans to get closer to you, asking, “And he has another one doesn’t he?”

You nod. “Yeah, a black lacy one.”

She gasps, scandalized by the information. “Then that asshole has two! He asked for my frilly baby blue ones on Sunday!”

Solji takes the red thong from Yura. “These are so cute! Where’d you get them?”

Already on her phone to text Jong2 some angry messages, Yura answers absentmindedly, “I think those are from Chuu.”

Hyoyeon frowns at that. “Ugh, I hate their underwear. So uncomfortable.”

“Right?” Yuri, who was beside Hyoyeon, agrees. She holds her nose up high, humming. “And I would never give the boys my underwear. All of mine are from La Perla.”

“All of mine are from La Perla,” Solji mocks teasingly, the high pitch of her usually low voice and the funny face she pulled makes you giggle. “Come on, Yul, everyone here already knows you don’t wear underwear.”

Yuri rolls her eyes. “I never said I wore them, did I? They’re just in my drawers as an aesthetic thing.”

You sigh, green with jealousy. “Man, I wish I could own $500 underwear just for aesthetic reasons.”

“Bitch, you could!” Hyoyeon exclaims, arm jerking back causing the sour candies to hit the couple sitting behind her. They glare at her, but Hyoyeon is too focused on you to care. “Remember Kim Joonmyeon, the left wing forward for Kyung Hee University? He is loaded and he wanted to take you out! But nooooooo, our little Y/N didn’t want to go out with one of the hottest players in the league!”

“What about the captain of Konkuk University’s team? Min…” Yura trails off, forgetting the name.

“YOONGI!” Solji provides for her, remembering the sexy, broody captain whose team played against Yonsei a couple months ago at a practice match.

“Yes, Min Yoongi!” Yura exclaims, looking from Solji then to you. “He wanted you too, didn’t he? How did you have the heart to reject him? HE IS SO HOT!”

“And you can’t forget Lee Taemin! Didn’t he and Yoongi fight for your attention- like, literally?” Hyoyeon ask. Ah… The infamous Yoongi and Taemin brawl on the ice – when in the middle of the game, the two boys - who are on the same team - fought each other until they were pulled apart with purple bruises and bleeding cuts on their pretty faces. Needless to say, you never called either of them after that.

“Or what about —“

“Okay, guys! I get it! I’m irresistible!” you say over Yura, earning the giggles from the other girls.

“Y/N… You could have been an Official Puck Bunny girl months ago,” Yuri says with a sad sigh.

“A year ago, even!” Solji states.

“Hey! I like my unofficial title!” You say, grinning.

Hyoyeon pouts, grabbing your arm with both her hands. “But it would be so fun if you were official! We could all…”

As Hyoyeon lists out the reasons why you should be an Official Puck Bunny girl, you reminisce the days you started becoming friend with these weird but amazing group of girls. It was two years ago when Jungkook got into the hockey team. Being his best friend, you started going to almost every practice and games that you were able to attend – and the four girls were always there (before there was 5 of them – but the lovely Kim Yujin had graduated last year). For the first few times you saw them, you never had the nerve (or the care) to approach them, and vice versa. But their curiosity got the better of them, they had seen you many times with the rookie at the time, the one the other’s called ‘The Golden Boy’, that they wanted to know more about you – and him, of course. Yuri – being the most straightforward – sat down beside you two months after the first time they saw you, asking your name. And that was the start.

After that initial introduction, they started calling you over to join them more often. Soon enough, they realized they weren’t too interested in Jungkook (“Oh my god! He’s a baby!” Solji had cried with a shudder when you told them a story about Jungkook not knowing who the Spice Girls are) but they were more keen in getting to know you. So they let you in as an unofficial member of their little club. They called themselves ‘The Ice Bunny Hoppers’, a group dedicated to sleeping with the men from the ice hockey league. They said that every University had a group like theirs.

There were rules that they abide by, rules that they share with the other girls (and boys) from other schools. Rules that were meant to be followed to a T:

1. You have to love hockey. No exceptions.

2. You have to had slept with at least three hockey players. Starters, no benchwarmers.

3. And most importantly, have fun!

For you to become an official Puck Bunny, you had to fulfill rule number 2, only needing one more notch on your belt. You had slept with Taehyung, of course, and during high school, you were going out with Im Jaebum, the captain of your high school’s hockey team. If it weren’t your connection with Jaebum, you would have never been friends with Jungkook – seeing as your best friend was two years younger than you and the only thing you had in common with him at the time was that he was on the hockey team with your boyfriend.

So those were the two hockey players you’ve slept with, but you had no intentions of sleeping with any other. Both those boys were too much for you to handle – personality and ego-wise. The sex was amazing though.

So you know you’re never going to be an official Puck Bunny girl, never ever.

But you hold no judgment against the girls because all the boys in every hockey team you’ve seen playing in the University League tournament are so damn gorgeous

Although, if you were to pick a sports team at your school to ‘ho around’ for, it would be the swim team. The men’s relay team consisted of Nam Joohyuk, Kim Jisoo, Seo Kangjoon and Kim Seokjin. For those four, you’ll be the #1 water bunny – if that term even exists.

Your fleeting daydream about getting simultaneously gangbanged by the four hot swimmers was rudely disturbed when Yuri’s shrill shrieks fill your ears. With the palm of your hands pressed to your ears, you look around and see the everyone was doing the same, so you turn your attention towards the rink. While you were too busy daydreaming, the light display of your school’s emblem had already started flashing on the ice – the introductions were about to begin.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome your home team – The Yonsei Eagles!” The announcer calls.

One by one, each member of the Yonsei University’s men’s hockey team steps into the rink. They skate around leisurely, waving to the boisterous cheering attendees that were there to support them.

“On goal tonight is #30 – Kim Taehyung!”

When his name was called, Taehyung goes to the centre of the rink and slides across the ice on his knees. When he stops, he smiles his rectangle smile with his eyes squeezed shut and a peace sign held close to his face, the audience laugh and cheer him on loudly.

“On left defence, #2 Hong Jonghyun, and on right defence, #10 Lee Jooheon!”

The two defencemen meet in the middle, high-fiving each other and then they join Taehyung at the left side of the rink.

“And our left wing forward is #3 Kim Jonghyun!”

Jong3 skates to the middle, bowing and blowing a kiss to the audience, and even the girls cheering for the rival team swoon at the sight of him.

“And now give it up for the center forward, #19 Jeon Jungkook!”

The crowd goes wild for Jungkook – he is the Golden Boy after all. He skates a full lap around the rink so dangerously fast that if you didn’t know him any better you would have been concerned that he will wipe out and break his back. Of course, his speed still worries you, but you’ve seen him do it so many times that you don’t hold your breath over it anymore. He zips past you, waving with a huge smile on his face, before skidding to a halt at the centre. Jungkook loves the attention, and he truly basks in it, nodding and smiling as the crowd kept on cheering him on. You roll your eyes as you clap, and when he looks your way, you couldn’t stop yourself from shouting, “Jeon Jungkook, your conceited ass better score some goals!”

Jungkook laughs when hears, giving you a thumbs up before joining the others.

“And finally, last but not least, right wing and team captain, #1 – Kim Jonghyun, otherwise known as JR!”

The handsome captain skates to the middle, waving to the crowd. Solji was screaming the loudest; and when he finds her eyes and winks, her screams resound a treble higher - if that was even humanly possible. He then skates to the side so he can be with the rest of his team, completing the lineup.

And as soon as he joins them, the Korea University players step into the rink to do their own introduction. The crowd was at a 50/50, half cheering and half jeering. The girls you were with cheer them on, they don’t discriminate against rival teams – that would make their player pool quite low if they did that. You choose to just clap languidly.

You weren’t paying much attention to their lineup, the most you listened to was that their goalie was named Park Chanlee – or was it Chanyeol? Honestly, you didn’t really care… That is until a blond haired beautiful Adonis-like man skates past you, staring right into your eyes with a casual and flirty smirk on his beautiful face. Wait, did you already say beautiful? Because that’s what he is, so freaking beautiful.

After that, your gaze never strays from him, and you watch him skate around and around – more like a figure skater than a hockey player, so graceful and beautiful (there’s that word again) - until finally, his name was called.

“And left wing, #7 – Park Jimin!”

Wait a second… that name sounded so familiar.

“Holy shit?! That’s Park Jimin?!” You say out loud, in pure disbelief. Shy, brown-haired and cute Park Jimin? No, no, it can’t be.

“It’s funny how a couple coats of bleach in your hair can change your whole persona, huh?” Solji mumbles, agreeing with you. She shifts her eyes to Hyoyeon. “Hyoyeon’s another example of that.”

“Hey! I was always a sex goddess!” Hyoyeon argues back.

“I have pictures that say otherwise,” Yuri sing-songs, holding up her phone that probably contains 19 years’ worth of blackmail material.

As the two girls argue amongst each other, you hold onto Solji’s arm, looking away from Jimin, who was now at the lineup on the other side of the rink, to peer up at your friend, “How is that possible? When they were here for practice game just 7 months ago, he couldn’t even look at any girl because he was so shy! He couldn’t even look at his team manager!”

Solji shrugs. “I don’t know. Why are you so curious?” She raises her eyebrows, at the faint rosy blush across your complexion. “Oh, I see! You think he’s a hottie!”

Yura leans over, smiling deviously, “I think you’re finally going to earn your official title, Y/N!”

“No, no I’m not!” You say quickly, and then you address Solji’s statement next, “And no I don’t…”

“Oh, really? Not even when Park Jimin can’t stop staring at you?” Yura asks, batting her eyelashes innocently, then both your line of sight goes the golden haired boy across the rink.

And she was right, he was staring at you. Quite intensely as well.

When he sees your eyes were also on him, he bites down on his plush bottom lip before flashing you a panty-dropping lopsided smirk.

The audible swallow you take doesn’t go unnoticed by the mama of your group.

“Sploosh,” Solji jokes, nudging your arm with her elbow. “How wet are you right now, Y/N?”

“Wet?! What?! How does he look?! I’m not wearing my contacts!” Hyoyeon cries in disappointment.

Scoffing, you don’t answer. But when you sat down when they start setting up for the game and getting into their starting position, you realize that with just that look alone, you were very wet indeed. And because of that, you had a hard time taking your eyes off of Jimin the entire game. Even when your best friend scores the winning goal of the night, your eyes stayed on Jimin and the disappointed, defeated look on his gorgeous features.

The thought of bending down on your knees in front of him to make him feel better crossing your mind.

It was chilly outside after the game, and as you wait for Jungkook beside a pillar close to the front entrance of the sports center, shivering and teeth gritting together, you wonder what was taking him so long when almost all of his teammates were already outside talking with the girls or had gone home. The only other one missing was Jong1, and since Solji was missing as well you had an inkling that the captain was getting a victory blowjob somewhere nearby.

For some odd reason, the other girls had told you to stand alone by yourself, and whenever someone would try to approach you to start a conversation (like Taehyung and the two brothers, Doyoung and Gongmyung) they would instantly call them over to talk to them instead. It was very strange; you wonder what they were planni—

“Hey, it looks like you need this.”

In the middle of texting Jungkook ‘HURRY THE FUCK UP’, you peer away from glaring at your phone to the hot pack being held out for you to take. Your gaze travels up, only to find yourself staring eye to eye with Mr. Beautiful himself, Park Jimin. The crease between your eyebrows softens in an instant and you swiftly nod because it’s true, your hands were freezing. Jimin’s face breaks into a cute grin as he shakes the hot pack again and you take it from him, a small ‘thank you’ slipping from your lips.

“You’re Y/N, right?” He asks, but you’re sure he already knows the answer.

“Yes, I am…” Brows drawn together, you drawl out, “And you’re… Park Jimin? Right?”

“Yeah,” nodding, Jimin’s grin widens. “I’m surprised you know my name.”

You managed to bite your tongue and not say ‘well they did announce it before the game started’, the image of Hyoyeon in your head scolding you to ‘not be such a bitch all the time – especially when talking to a hot guy’. Then Yura’s face pops up beside Hyoyeon’s – like two shedevils on your shoulder - screaming for you to stroke his ego. “Yeah, well…You were one of the best players on your team.” You feign shyness, biting down on your bottom lip before saying, “It was hard to take my eyes off of you.”

The visible bob of Jimin’s Adam’s apple at the hard swallow that he takes makes you giggle internally. Boys are way too easy to please and easy to tease.

Nervously, Jimin licks his lips as fumbles to get his phone from his pocket, stammering as he chokes out, “Can I h-have your number?!”

You wanted to make him sweat a bit, pretending to contemplate as you stare hard at the phone in his hand – but you already know that you wanted to give it to him. How can you resist?

Once you actually see him start to perspire slightly on his forehead, that’s when you hold out your hand with a tilt of your head and Jimin’s eyes lights up as he places his phone on top of your open palm. Chuckling, you enter your contact information, adding your favorite emoji beside your name before you hand it back to him.

Jimin stuffs the phone back into his pockets, the pleased smile on his face rounding his rosy cheeks. Then he takes you by surprise by taking both your hands in his, leaning his head down as his eyes peers up into yours through pretty, long eyelashes. You were flabbergasted, particularly when his lovely, plump mouth gapes open slightly to start blowing out his hot breath onto your freezing fingers, warming them up. It wasn’t only your hands that felt the effect, your face also starts to heat up, and more so, the heat between your legs. Discreetly, you rub your thighs together, and a soft moan accidentally leaves you when his soft lips come in contact with the side of your thumb.

Jimin stops what he was doing to smirk when he hears you, straightening up as he gently lets go of your hands. They fall uselessly to your side, the left one still holding onto the heat pack he gave you, but it felt more like a stress ball by the way you were gripping so tightly onto it – aroused and frustrated beyond belief.

“You have to keep warm, okay Y/N? I would hate for you to get sick,” Jimin says with an exaggerated frown. He then closes the space between you, hot breath once again on you but this time on the shell of your ear. You deeply breathe him in and he smelled absolutely divine, like dark chocolate and patchouli; and you hear him groan because he can smell you as well – bergamot, vanilla, and the scent of the wetness pooling underneath your jeans. He pushes his thigh in between your legs, rubbing against the fabric of jeans. He doesn’t stop moving his leg back and forth, the friction now being felt completely by your sensitive core. You whimper keenly as your hands come up to hold onto his muscular shoulders, all the while in his raspy Busan dialect, Jimin whispers in your ears, “Maybe when you get home, you can warm yourself up by touching yourself. I can already feel how hot and wet you are. I bet that your fingers will warm right up when you put them in that pretty spot in between your legs, hmm?”

You nod, eyes squeezing shut.

“I want to hear you, baby girl…”

Not wanting him to stop, especially not after hearing him call you that baby girl, you answer raggedly, “Y-yes.”

But Jimin backs away just when you start to try to grind into him, and you quickly open your eyes, disappointment evident in your features. Ignoring your obvious need, Jimin just smiles so wide that his eyes turn to crescents, and in a cheerful tone – like he hadn’t just whispered dirty things into your ears, like he hadn’t just given you metaphorical blue balls - he says, “It was nice meeting you, Y/N!”

You swallow hard as you stare at him unblinking, still heavily breathing and still slightly dazed as you nod your head. “Y-yeah, you too.”

It’s only when he jogs away that you realized that you weren’t even pissed off that he left you hanging, you were just more turned on. And you also realized that in just a matter of seconds, Jimin had managed to turn the situation around – you became the flustered, stuttering mess while he became the confident one in control. And your final realization was that you were willing to ride his thigh out in the open with so many people around.

Now all of that was surprising.

Once you got your head together, you look towards to the spot where your friends were before Jimin had arrived, and sure enough, the girls were still there, all staring at you with parted mouths and eager rounded eyes. The only upside was that the boys they were with didn’t seem to have witnessed your interaction with the opposing team’s left winger, all too busy horsing around with each other.

But oh god, the girls are never going to let you live this down.

And with a beckon of Yuri’s perfectly manicured hand, you make your way towards them, feet dragging on the ground. There’s no way of getting out of this…

Your walk of shame was interrupted when an arm wraps around loosely on the back of your shoulders, and you peer to the side to see the bunny grin of your best friend. Before you can say anything, you see a girl walking by his side, clearly walking with him. She takes a couple steps ahead and turns around to face the two of you, and you all stop in your tracks.

“I’ll see tomorrow, Jungkook!” the pretty short-haired girl says to your best friend, fluttering her eyelashes prettily. Then her gaze pierces you for a second before it softens to look at Jungkook again. “I had a nice time getting to know you!”

“Yeah, it was great getting to know you as well, Eunha!” Jungkook says happily, flashing her a wide, beautiful smile that exposed all his pearly whites. You look between them, feeling a bit awkward, and even more when she walks away, looking back one more time to do a telephone signal with her fingers, and she mouths with a wink, “Call me.”

Jungkook whistles loudly, staring brazenly at the swaying backside of the girl walking away, then he turns towards you, smirking with a single eyebrow raised, “She’s cute, huh?”

You shake your head in utter disbelief – not because of the girl, but because he kept you waiting to do god knows what with that girl. “Yeah, she’s cute. But didn’t we have a deal that if you were ever to stick around after the game, that you had to text me to LET ME KNOW, instead of me waiting out here in the freezing cold for your horny ass?!”

“We didn’t do anything! We just talked!” Jungkook insists, and you roll your eyes. Sure…

“Okay, whatever, just text me nex—“

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!” You were interrupted by Yura, coming up to jab her index finger on Jungkook’s chest. “WHAT WERE YOU DOING WITH HER?!”

The rest of the girls and the members of the hockey that were still around all surround the two of you as well. The other girls looked as pissed off as Yura, and the boys were giving Jungkook sympathetic looks.

As Jungkook tries to give them the same implausible explanation he just told you, you knew that your indiscretion with Jimin was now old news. Because if there’s one thing that your friends can’t shut up about, it would have to be the girls who wore the ‘lone bunny’ badge proudly, without a care or shame.

And that’s exactly who Jung Eunha is - a lone bunny.

And even worse… A lone bunny from Korea University.

“Can you believe them? How is it even any of their business who the hell I talk to?” Jungkook whines, hands gripping firmly onto the steering wheel of his car out of irritation.

“I mean… if you felt that strongly about it, why didn’t you defend yourself?” you ask absentmindedly, your attention more focused on your phone that still hasn’t received any messages from a certain blond-haired Sex God than Jungkook’s dilemma. It’s not like you to be like this, but Jimin has you obsessively checking your phone every second like lovestruck idiot – scratch that, luststruck idiot.

“I tried!”

You shoot him a look as you put your phone back in your pocket, and Jungkook feels your piercing gaze on him, knowing you well enough to know exactly which of your many ‘looks’ you were throwing him even though his eyes were on the road. It was the ‘Cut the Bullshit’ look. “Alright, alright… maybe I didn’t, but why do I even need to defend myself? Eunha’s harmless…”

You agree with him; the girls were a being a little too much. But since you’re not really an official member of the puck bunny club, problems such as ‘the lone bunny’ girls didn’t really matter to you.

Hold on… Weren’t you basically like Eunha if you go after Jimin?

You quickly take out your phone (still no text from Jimin…) and sent a message to the groupchat with the girls.

[11:46 PM] Hyoyeon —nope, you’re good! —No one has dibs on him ^^

[11:47 PM] You —okay… good —wait who has dibs on jungkook??????

[11:48 PM] Yura —you…

[11:48 PM] You —hardy har har, very funny… —no seriously, someone has dibs on JK?!?

[11:49 PM] Solji —jennie kim from snu —and also…you

[11:49 PM] You —JENNIE KIM THE BEAUTY QUEEN?? —WANTS JUNGKOOK!? —I’M SHOOKED —*SHOCKED —AND SHOOK —I DON’T HAVE DIBS ON JUNGKOOK, STOP THAT!

[11:50 PM] Yuri —yeah you do —has jimin txted yet?

[11:51 PM] You —no :’(

Disappointingly even two hours later after Jungkook drops you off at home and after you do your usual nightly routine, your phone was still absent from any message from Jimin. You were starting to lose hope that he was going to contact you at all. You were getting tons of messages from other people though; the girls were blowing up your phone, asking for updates you couldn’t give them, and Kim Taehyung was drunk texting you again - nothing naughty, he was just sending you videos of kittens again.

But it was when you were comfortably in bed and ready to go to sleep when your phone buzzed with a new text. You were expecting to see another link to another cat video or another one of Yura’s many selfie with Jong2 but no it wasn’t. It was a text from Jimin.

It jolts you wide awake, and your heart beat accelerates when you read the message:

[1:32 AM] Jimin —hey Y/N :)

Tuesday - Game Two

The next day around noon, Jungkook picks you up in front of your apartment to carpool to the game together. He was a bit more relaxed today, the win still pulsing adrenaline through his veins, and he was eager to talk to you more about it. You were too tired to celebrate with him and some of his teammates last night, the girls had ordered him to take you straight home before going to the bar and you insist that you were fine to come along but they weren’t having it. Jungkook has always been a bit terrified of his noonas, and especially more after the earful they gave him about talking to Eunha, so Jungkook did what he was told. But you did give him a long tight hug and a kiss on his cheek to congratulate him before you left and that was honestly better than any other congratulations that he received yesterday.

He was still smiling just thinking about - a stupid, love-stricken smile.

From the corner of his eyes, he sees you coming out of the front doors of the apartment building, and so he looks into the rear view mirror to fix his hair, parting his bangs a bit to the side.

He should have detected your foul mood as soon as you entered his car, slamming the door closed and tugging the seat belt with such force that maybe any harder, it would have torn right off the car. But he didn’t, and instead gleefully bids you a good morning.

“Morning…” You reply brusquely.

Finally, he notices the bags under your eyes and irritation laced in your tone. Frowning, he asks, “What up with you?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you grunt, turning on the radio to stop him from prying any further.

But Jungkook shuts off the radio, causing you to glare at him. “Just tell me.”

“Seriously, Jungkook… Just leave it.”

Jungkook’s frown deepens. Shit, you seemed angry with him. He knew he shouldn’t have listened to Taehyung… That asshole was probably trying to sabotage any chance that Jungkook has with you – if he had any in the first place.

“Please don’t tell me you’re also pissed off at me for talking to Eunha last night…” He says with a lick of his lips. Grinning playfully your way, he adds, “You don’t have to be jealous! I told you nothing happened!”

Jealous?! You shake your head, now even more annoyed than before. “Jungkook, I really couldn’t care less about who the fuck you talk to, or screw, or whatever… Not everything that’s happening in my life is about you.”

Startled at the way you snapped at him, Jungkook’s mouth gapes open slightly, staring at you while his eyebrows knit closer together. When you refused to look at him, Jungkook scoffs, starting his car and starting to get pissed off himself. “Geez, sorry for asking! I just wanted to make sure everything was cool between us. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. Is that so fucking terrible of me?”

Silent tension fills the air between the two of you as Jungkook drives towards the sports centre, the game once again on home ice. Neither of you even bothered to turn the radio back on, both seething quietly to yourselves.

It takes ten minutes for you to break the silence, feeling cruel for taking out your bad mood on Jungkook. He has so many things that he is probably worried about, you didn’t want to be another one of them. You turn to him, expression remorseful, “Look Kook… I’m just having a really bad day. I’m really sorry that I took it out on you… Please forgive me?”

From the corner of his eyes, Jungkook sees that you were giving him your signature adorable puppy-like eyes that he could never ever say no to. He has tried many times, believe him, but his effort always futile.

“Fine…” Jungkook relents. “But only if you tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’m just frustrated.”

“Frustrated?”

Nodding, you answer nonchalantly, “Yeah, I really need to get laid. Masturbating isn’t cutting it anymore…”

The car comes to a screeching halt, and you both lunge forward, getting whiplashed. You groan, massaging the back of your neck before you turn to Jungkook to ask him if he was okay, but he beats you to it.

“Fuck, sorry!” Jungkook apologizes, eyes widening with worry. He reaches over to clasp a hand on your shoulder. “Are you okay?! Fuck, I’m really, really sorry.”

“Yeah,” you say with a nod. You were panic stricken, causing you to take short, fast breaths that makes your chest heave in a way that makes Jungkook focus on them. “What about you?! What the hell happened?”

Snapping out of it, Jungkook snatches his hand away from you and place them back on the wheel, feeling his face heat up. How can he explain that the reason for the sudden break was because he was picturing you, in your bed, naked, touching yourself, and begging for him? No, he can’t tell you that! “I… I saw a chipmunk on the road.”

“A chipmunk?” You repeat, looking around to see any sight of a small furry creature, feeling uneasy. “Did you… Did you hit it?!”

“No! I stopped just in time!” Jungkook exclaims, and you sigh with relief with a hand over your heart.

As Jungkook starts driving again, you’re back to your happy and talkative self, changing the subject completely away from the chipmunk and about you being sexually frustrated, which Jungkook was glad for.

Because like he mentioned before, being hard while on the ice is uncomfortable as fuck.

You meet up with the girls at a table by one of the many food stands inside the building. They excitedly bombard you with a million questions about what happened last night, all of them about Jimin and if he had texted you.

In a clearly disappointed voice, you answer, “Yeah… He did.”

Looking at each other, the girls start to worry at the sight of your slumped shoulders and obvious dejection. Before they can ask, you hand them your phone to let them see for themselves the conversation that occurred last night – or more accurately, very early this morning, that has left you feeling exasperated.

“What the hell is this?” Hyoyeon grimaces as she squints at your phone. You shrug, not really knowing how to answer her. Yura peers over Hyoyeon’s shoulder to read the texts you received from Jimin at one in the morning.

“’What kind of music do you like?’!? ‘Haha, I like Arctic Monkeys too!’?! ‘Have you heard— Okay, I can’t read this anymore!” Yura says as she throws her hands up, completely appalled with what she had just read. “He’s so… boring. How can someone so hot be so boring?!”

“’How can someone text you at that time of day just to ask such pedestrian things?’ is a better question,” Yuri throws in. She sighs as she pats your back to comfort you. “This is so disappointing… Here we thought he turned into a Sex God but I guess we were wrong.”

“No one – and I mean no one - can turn into a Sex God overnight,” Solji tells her four deflated and disillusioned friends, her voice so sure. “By looks, maybe… but at the very core where it matters the most? Not likely!”

“But you didn’t see him last night Solji!” Yura cries, shaking Solji by her shoulders. “He was practically fucking Y/N with his glorious thighs out in the open!”

“SHHH! Yura, not so loud!” you beg, pressing a finger on her baby pink coated mouth and she darts her tongue out, licking you. With a glare and a grimace, you wipe your finger on a paper napkin as Yura giggles to herself. After scrubbing your hands clean with the bottle of overly lemon-scented hand sanitizer that Solji had quickly handed you (which Yura was highly offended by but the oldest just shrugs, replying, “We all know where that tongue has been!”), you sigh, “But… yeah… I was really looking forward to… I don’t know…” You’re at a loss for words. After the whole exchange after the game last night, you were hoping for something more… Sexual with Jimin. It’s cute that he is trying to get to know you better, but…

“Come on, forget about him,” Solji says as she hands you the hot dog that you had ordered. You stare at the phallic shaped food, sulking, and she continues, “There are plenty of other guys. Don’t get hung up on this one.”

“Mhm… Oh! Wendy told me that their centre is really good in bed,” Yura relays the knowledge she obtained from a puck bunny from Korea University. “I think his name is Jung Hoseok? You should ask her to introduce him to you.”

Shaking your head no, you take an angry bite off your hot dog. Sure, Jung Hoseok is very good looking, but he’s not Jimin.

“Speaking of… Did you get deets on that girl Jungkook was with yesterday?” Yuri asks Yura, and the latter nods, motioning for the rest of you to lean in closer.

“Oh, have I got a story to tell you all, Tiffany told me…”

The puck bunny community was surprisingly very adoring and friendly. During in-seasons, they would cheer for their respective team but whoever wins, the puck bunnies would still be cordial to each other. They would also share information, like who to avoid (“That guy only cares about getting himself off, don’t bother…”) and who they think would get on well (“Hyoyeon! You would totally love Yeo Changgu!” “The cute goalie?” “Yeah! Here, let me give you his number.”). And then, during off-seasons, puck bunny groups from different Universities would even hang out with each other, forming bonds stronger than their love for hockey (and the players).

And astonishingly enough, the puck bunny group that you and your friends were very close to was the Korea University group – consisting of Kim Kibum, Tiffany Hwang, Wendy Son, and Nam Jihyun.

Even though your two schools are bitter rivals, you have respect and love for one another.

And that’s the reason why lone puck bunnies were so loathed in the puck bunny community because they don’t respect others and they don’t honor The Code. The code that if one of your puck bunny sister or brother has their eyes on a certain player, you back off.

“So, yeah… She might look all cute and innocent but she’s a SNAKE!” Yura finishes her story, jutting a piece of fry at Solji’s face as she hisses out ‘ssss, ssss’.

Solji waves her off then turns you. “You need tell Jungkook about her.”

“Ew, why me?” You say, face scrunching up. You’d rather not, Jungkook’s love life – or sex life - is none of your business.

“Because he’ll only listen to you!” Yuri states like it’s a matter of fact.

“Oh, nonono… This morning, he already had the audacity to state that I was jealous of her…” you tell them. “If I say anything, his tiny pea brain will definitely be convinced that I was.”

After all of you laugh at the joke at Jungkook’s expense, Hyoyeon asks, “Were you though… you know, jealous of her?”

You stare at her like she had gone crazy. How could she ask you that?

Sure, you felt something when you saw Jungkook and Eunha together last night, but it was more awkwardness for feeling like you were caught in the middle of their flirtatious exchange. It wasn’t jealousy… Right?

Right?

“O-of course I wasn’t! What… I… Why would you even? Me… Jealous of girls flirting with Jeon Jungkook?” You scoff, rolling your eyes. “How could you even say that!?”

Yuri snorts. “Mmm… That’s quite convincing, Y/N.” And the other girls giggle.

“Guess you’re not really over that little crush you got on him last year…” Yura sing-songs, and the rest states their agreement.

“Guys, I’m seriously over it! The crush was so tiny, an ant could have squashed it!” You insist, but they didn’t look convinced, all of them giving you sly smirks. Ugh, stupid drunk Jeon Jungkook…If he hadn’t said what he said that night last year during Kim Jonghyun’s 24th birthday, you wouldn’t have ever gotten that stupid crush on him. That stupid crush that you are most definitely over.

“Has he called you ‘noona’ recently, Y/N?” Yuri asks teasingly.

You shake your head no because he hasn’t. Thank goodness.

“Awww, that sucks… What did you tell us before? That hearing him call you ‘noona’ was enough to—“

You cover your ears as you repeat over and over again, “Shut up!”

That’s it, you hate your friends. You told them never to bring that up ever again. You confessed it during a moment of weakness and when you had 4 glasses of red wine running through your veins. It was never meant to be heard.

“I’m going to find a seat now,” You say standing up. You look around at your friends with a glower. “Away from all of you.”

But once in the stadium, you take your seat beside them anyways – with all the girls wrapping their arms tightly around you in a big group hug. You love your girls way too much to stay mad at them.

Yonsei beats Korea U once again, and this time, Jungkook comes out early and drags you along to another celebratory after party at a bar on campus. You and Jungkook spend the whole night by each other’s side, but by his fourth drink, touchy-feely Taehyung comes out in full force and forces his way in between the two of you.

Jungkook doesn’t understand Taehyung. There are many times when his older friend would urge Jungkook to take a leap of faith and ask you out, but then he does a full 180 and tries to get into your pants himself.

Which is exactly what he was doing right now, when yesterday, Taehyung had convinced Jungkook to use Eunha to make you jealous. Fuck… Maybe he was really just trying to sabotage Jungkook’s chances…

“So, Y/N… Did you see that amazing block I did during the 2nd period? Shit, that Park Jimin guy might be tiny, but his slapshots are no joke!” Taehyung slurs, his arm around your shoulder and his mouth dangerously close to your mouth.

“Mhm…” you hum, smiling at him, although you could see his line of sight is nowhere near your face, but instead on your cleavage. “It was quite impressive.” From over Taehyung’s slightly bowed head, you give Jungkook a look, and he nods. Standing up, Jungkook pulls Taehyung away from you.

“Okay hyung, I’m taking Y/N home now…” Jungkook says, while Taehyung squirms in his arms and calls your name.

“Sorry, Tae. I’m taking a long and early morning shift tomorrow so I can go to your game on Thursday,” you tell him, and he nods sadly, accepting your answer. You and Jungkook take Taehyung to Yugyeom first, one of the designated drivers, before heading out. As your legs were a little bit wobbly from the alcohol, you grab onto Jungkook’s hand to keep yourself balanced. He looks back at you with a grin and squeezes tightly onto it, and you flash him a bright smile back.

“Thanks!”

Jungkook chuckles, pulling you closer to him. “No problem… You know I’m always there for you.”

As he winks your way, you roll your eyes before you tell him, sounding sarcastically yet completely genuine, “And I’ll always be there for you as well.”

“Promise?” Jungkook asks, his pretty eyes sparkling.

With no doubt in your mind, you bob your head in affirmation, laughing a bit with a small smile on your face. “Promise.”

Since he had only less than half a bottle to drink, Jungkook drives you home with no problem. He doesn’t drink much anymore… Especially not after an incident that happened last year at Jong3’s 24th birthday party. Actually, he wasn’t sure if it really happened or not.

It seemed like a hazy, terrible nightmare. One where he told you all his deepest desires of what he wanted to do to you – or more like, what he wanted you to do to him. And then he called you ‘noona’, something that he had never called you in all the years of knowing you. Then he remembers you being flustered and how you told him to sleep it off before leaving him all alone in Jong3’s guest room. Then you both proceeded to act like it never happened which he was glad for because as much as he wants something more to happen between the two of you, Jungkook would rather have your friendship than nothing at all.

“Well see you tomorrow, and congrats again,” you say when Jungkook parks his car near your apartment. You lean in to kiss him on the cheek just as he turns his head, and – SMACK – your lips are on his.

Although slightly chapped, Jungkook’s lips still feel delightful against your own. In fact, you thought it felt perfect.

Cupping his face, you intensify the kiss by pressing yourself harder against him as your thumb caress over the scar on his cheek that he got during his sophomore year and your senior year in high school. It’s the scar that signifies the reason why the two of you were best friends in the first place. After a horrifying 3 men collision during one of their practice, Jungkook came out of the pileup with a gushing, deep wound caused by one of the other players’ skates cutting his face. The ice was a bloody mess from what you could remember, and even more so, Jungkook. You felt guilty, thinking it was your fault because you were the one who had distracted Jaebum and that was the reason for the crash, and so you would visit Jungkook every day for the entire week he was in the hospital. During that time, you got to know the shy, talented kid that you never really paid much attention to; and you found out that the two of you had so much in common and how much you enjoyed his company. The two of you became inseparable; and soon enough, he became the one person that you knew you couldn’t live without.

So as you grasp what you were doing – practically shoving your tongue down your best friend’s throat and most probably damaging your friendship - you quickly jump away, feeling beyond mortified. “I’m so sorry…” Blushing deeply, you try to explain what had just happened – although quite awfully. “Um… That was for scoring 4 goals tonight?” You groan, hand over your mouth, it was like you were blocking it from doing or saying something more stupid. “Please just forget that happened!”

Flabbergasted, Jungkook just nods, his mouth hanging slightly open, while you chuckle awkwardly, already opening the door to make your escape. As he wets his lips nervously, he still has the taste of you on his mouth, on his tongue, and now forever locked into his memories. You tasted like the apple cider that you drank earlier at the bar, and more so, heaven – whatever heaven tastes like, Jungkook thinks your lips were definitely it.

“Alright… I’ll see you tomorrow?” you ask when you step out of the car. You sounded so unsure and Jungkook wanted to tell you that the kiss was perfectly okay. And as he looks up at you while you wait for him to answer back, gnawing at your bottom lip and standing dumbly outside his car as you hold on tightly to the edge of his car’s passenger door, he wanted even more to unbuckle his seat belt and crawl over and kiss your beautiful, swollen lips one more time to show you just how perfectly okay it was.

But, “Yeah, of course,” was all Jungkook could manage to say.

Smiling tightly, you nod, bidding him a good night.

“Sleep well noona,” Jungkook says softly as you close the door. To think that if you had just slammed the door a second quicker than you might not have heard it.

But you did hear it, and it has you feeling more frustrated than you were that morning.

Shit, you really needed to get laid. And soon.

The moment you shut and lock your front door was the exact moment your phone vibrates with a new text. You fall on your coach before you fish your phone out of your purse, kicking off your boots as you read the text.

You really hadn’t expected Jimin to ever message you again, especially not after you left him on read; but surprisingly, the new text was from him.

[1:35 AM] Jimin —this is goign to be a weird request

Intrigued and still tipsy, you answer back:

[1:37 AM] You —i’m listening…

You collapse on your couch, trying to calm down the dizzy feeling of the alcohol in your system. You’re pulling off your tights as you wait for Jimin’s answer. You didn’t have to wait very long.

[1:37 AM] Jimin —but i’m drunk nd i can’t get you out of my mind

You let out an amused giggle now that you know he is drunk as well. But that wasn’t his only message.

[1:37 AM] Jimin —and i need some cheering up after the last two games —can you that for me?

Cheering up? With an eyebrow quirked up and smirk playing on your lips, you type out:

[1:38 AM] You —do you want to talk about our favorite tv shows again??

[1:38 AM] Jimin —NO! —FUCK NO!

[1:39 AM] Jimin —sorry but no

Now you’re laughing out loud. Good, you thought.

[1:41 AM] You —I’m just messing with you Jimin ;P

After you sent the text, you switch out of the messaging app for the camera. Maybe if you weren’t slightly drunk, you wouldn’t be slowly lifting up your skirt, spreading your legs so the recording can get an eyeful of you running two fingers up and down your laced-covered slit, and teasingly ending the video with you pushing up your light pink fuzzy sweater just until your underboobs were shown. But you were slightly drunk, so that’s exactly what you did.

[1:43 AM] You —sending IMG_5253.MOV

[1:43 AM] You —does this cheer you up enough?

As you’re waiting for Jimin’s reaction, you push your sweater up some more to fondle one of your breasts. Your eyes flutter shut, remembering the boy from last night with the wicked smirk and muscular thighs. At first, you were picturing unfamiliar hands with rings cold against your body, but then he’s morphing to… something more familiar… Calloused and veiny hands, shy bunny grin asking does it feels okay? as he pinches your nipples between his fingers, his other hand sliding underneath your underwear to feel the heat between your legs.

Then your eyes snap open, realizing that five minutes’ passed without any word from Jimin. Maybe you were being too presumptuous by sending the video. Stricken with self-consciousness and embarrassment, you take your hand out of your underwear and tug your sweater back down. Good thing you didn’t show your face in the video. Bad thing you know that sleep won’t help you forget what you just did.

You were about to stand up from the couch and call it a night when your phone vibrates with a new message.

A video message.

From Jimin.

You run your hand through your hair, realizing you’ve pretty much sobered up already. Maybe you’re not drunk enough for this anymore, you thought as your thumb hovers over the play button.

Then you thought, screw it. Drunk or sober, if there’s even a tiny chance of seeing Park Jimin’s dick in that video, you’re up for it.

As you wait for the video to download, you bite the nail of your other thumb in anticipation.

What if he has an ugly penis?! That’s like your number one fear! What if it’s not even a dick vid?! What if he is just scolding you for sending him such a lewd video?! Highly unlikely but…

Oh! It’s downloaded, all you have to do is press the play button again…

So you press play.

You take an involuntary intake of air when the video starts. If you hadn’t, you might have already been drooling over the sight before you.

There was absolutely no point in worrying about all the things you were worried about a couple minutes ago, because holy shit, he has a beautiful cock. It’s a nice size, not too big and not too small, great girth, and so, so hard and perfect looking with his hand wrapped around it.

You watch the 17 seconds video, completely breathless and rubbing your thighs together for a bit of friction. The way Jimin was pulling at his dick languidly was euphoric torture. He zooms out, and you can see him wetting then biting his lower lip before letting out a low groan. There was so much happening in the video that you had to play it over again, now focusing on his gorgeous body; the way his grey sweatpants were pulled down (giving you an eyeful of his thick thighs), his well-define abs and light hair trailing down from under his belly button to his cock. The carpet obviously doesn’t match the drapes but for some reason, that’s so sexy to you.

While you replayed the video, Jimin had sent you several texts in succession.

[1:49 AM] Jimin —fuckufckuck baby girl fuck —why didn’t I ask you this yesterday?? —hold on, i’m gonna call you —pick up

And right as you finished reading the last text, your phone starts to ring.

Jimin is calling…

“Hello?” You answer, heart racing.

A breathy ‘hey’ was the only answer you receive. As you press your phone harder against your ear, you could hear Jimin’s deep breathing more clearly. You could only guess that he was still doing what he was doing on video he sent you. The image was still clear in your mind, and you groan thinking about it, once again slipping your hand underneath your underwear.

“Jimin?” You call out his name as you press your finger against your opening, waiting for Jimin to say something – anything – for you to get off on.

“Sorry,” he begins, sounding embarrassed and adorable. “I’m just thinking about the video you sent, I’m still a bit speechless… Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” You feel yourself heating up more because of his words. Then his tone changes, just like last night, voice raspy and sexy, “Are you touching yourself right now?”

You slip a finger inside you as you answer, “Mhm.”

“Good. How are you doing it?”

“I have a finger inside me.”

Jimin groans. “Fuck, I bet you’re really wet, aren’t you?”

“Mhm.”

“Do you still have your underwear on?”

“Yeah.”

“Take them off.”

After quickly slipping your underwear down and letting it fall to the floor, you let him know, “It’s off.”

“Now use two fingers, can you do that for me, baby girl?”

“Y-yeah,” you answer, easing two fingers in yourself. You curse under your breath because even though you were sopping wet, two fingers were still a tight fit.

“You okay?” Jimin asks.

“I’m okay, it’s just a little too much, but it’ll be fine in a second,” you tell him honestly and he hisses, cursing how you’ll be the death of him.

The two of you then listen to each other’s breaths, moans, and gasps of pleasure; fantasizing how the other looks like with the help of the video that you sent each other earlier. You were both trying to help each other reach your high with words of encouragement. You thought you were able to come soon but realized that you were going to hit a wall.

“Jimin, it’s not enough,” you tell him, irritated. It’s been like this for a long a time now. You’re always so, so close, but never get there.

“First it was too much, now it’s not enough?” Jimin laughs, “What are we going to do with, baby girl?”

“I’m s-serious, Jimin.” You’re panting desperately now, letting out little whiny noises. Jimin was quiet for a second, though you hear him breathing heavily and other noises that you could only assume is him pulling and tugging on his hard cock.

“God, fuck, you sound so fucking needy. I wish I could actually be fucking you right now… Hearing you make those filthy noises that you’re making right now while you’re underneath me… Ah, fuck…” You let out a wanton moan, painting the picture he had laid out for you in your mind. It was helping, definitely, but still not enough. “Do you have a vibrator?” Jimin asks and you tell him that you do. He orders you to get it but you look across the room at your closed bedroom door and whine in his ear.

“It’s too far for me to get, Jimin. I need to come now.” You know you sounded so whiny, but you couldn’t even be bothered because you were so close.

“Alright, alright, baby, we’ll think of something else, don’t worry,” Jimin reassures, and you nod wordlessly, forgetting he couldn’t see you. As you kept pumping your fingers inside you, Jimin says, “Use a pillow.”

“Pillow?” you ask, stopping what you were doing to look back at the couch cushion beside you.

“Yeah. Fold it in half and sit with it between your legs.” It was a command, not a suggestion.

“Okay, hold on,” you tell him as you place the phone down. You scramble around on the couch, trying to do as he says. You sit up on your knees, placing the folded cushion between your legs, slowly sitting down until the edge is pressed against your core. You gasp at the contact with the cold fabric, and you hear the faint sound of Jimin chuckling. Instead of picking up the phone again, you just put Jimin on speaker. “Okay, I… I’m on the pillow now.”

“Now ride it…” As soon as he says it, your hips start to move, causing friction between the pillow and your heat. The pressure against your clit felt so good, you didn’t know that riding a fucking pillow can feel like this. “Ride it like the way you were grinding on my thigh last night. You know it took so much of me to leave you there, right? I wanted to make you come in front of everyone, screaming my name for all of them to hear.”

You buck forward, swiveling your hips faster now, one hand on the couch to keep you steady and the other underneath your sweater, twisting at your hardened nipple.

“I bet you’re soaking that pillow the way you did my jeans…”

You hum, letting him know that it was indeed the case.

“You know what I just realized?” Jimin asks, voice so low that it causes you to shiver. “In the video you sent… You were already pretty wet. Now as much as I hate to say it, I’m pretty sure that wasn’t because of me… So tell me, baby girl, who else were you getting that wet for?”

Jungkook’s face flashed in your mind, the way his mouth felt against your own, and you could have sworn you were about to come right then and there. “W-what? I- I don’t know what y-you’re talking abou—“

“Don’t lie to me, baby girl,” Jimin growls.

You gasp, slowing down a bit, admitting the truth with your silence. Then as if he was a psychic, Jimin commands, “Don’t you dare stop or slow down, but don’t you dare come either.”

You nod, only making an unintelligible noise to show your obedience, before picking up the pace again and trying to stave off your orgasm.

“I know you’re close, baby girl, but I can’t allow you to come just yet,” Jimin says with a sigh. You know if you wanted to, you could just come anyway and he will never know, but something about the way Jimin was talking to you made you want to please him.

Biting your lip, you kept up the rhythm. It’s getting harder and harder to deny yourself from coming that you find yourself incoherently begging Jimin, “Please, Jimin – I – fuck, oh my god – please, let me… pleasepleaseplease…”

“You want to come, baby girl? Maybe if you hadn’t gotten so wet thinking about another guy, I’d let you come,” was his response. It’s torture, but in the most pleasurable way. You know you have to do something or say something that will make him allow you to finally come.

“J-Jimin, please let me come,” you’re whining now, falling forward, lying against your cold leather couch, while still circling against the pillow. Your cheek is also pressed against the couch, your cellphone just a few centimeters beside your face. “I want to come just for you, I’ll only come for you from now on!”

“Yeah? Your pussy mine now, right?” Jimin says, and now that you’re closer to your phone you can hear his grunting and panting better. Like you, he sounded like he was close to finishing.

“Yes, Jimin, my pussy’s yours! L-let my pussy come for you, that’s all I want to do! Come f-for you, please, Jimin! Let me – hungh – come for you!”

“Then come for me, baby, let me hear you.”

You let go on his command. Body trembling, back arching, and eyes rolling back as the most out of body sound rips from your throat. You couldn’t even stop yourself from grinding against the pillow, allowing another wave of mind-blowing pleasure to ripple through you. A mantra of Jimin’s name falls out your mouth during the second orgasm, along with other obscene nonsense that you would have never thought in a million years that you would say out loud. But here you are, saying – no, screaming them for a complete stranger.

When you start to come to and calm down, you could hear Jimin mumbling his praises for you. You were slightly disappointed that your orgasms seem to have deafened you to hear his. Only slightly.

You both stay on the line, listening to each other catch your breaths. It takes minutes before you speak up.

“Jimin?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you,” you mumble through a yawn, eyes dropping from exhaustion.

“No problem… You tired?”

“Mhm.”

“I should let you get some rest.”

“Okay… Goodnight, Jimin,” you say, yawning again.

Jimin chuckles, pauses, then says, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

The softness in his voice awakens the fluttering in your stomach.

“Night,” you say, just as softly, and you listen to Jimin’s husky laugh and last goodnight before finally hanging up.

Too tired to move to your bed, the only thing you do was strip off your sweater and skirt before flopping back on the couch. Though before you do all that, you send one last picture to Jimin: a picture of you sitting up slightly away from the pillow, so he can see the mess you made on it.

[2:26 AM] Jimin —WOW!!

You laugh, realizing that Jimin is probably really just an awkward texter which explains last night. A college boy through and through.

A minute later, Jimin sends you a picture back. You grin, liking the way that he always gives back what he receives. And he doesn’t disappoint. The picture he sent you is the cherry on top of this night. Jimin had his hand still wrapped around his flaccid cock, the tip still coated with sheen, and there are ropes of cum splattered all over his abs where he had ejaculated. You’re satisfied knowing you had a hand in that.

[2:28 AM] Jimin —thank you btw —also remember —your pussy’s mine now ;)

Laughing tiredly, you text back:

[2:29 AM] You —dw I won’t forget —gn

[2:30 AM] Jimin —better not… —goodnight Y/N

You fall asleep drenched in your sweat, a mess between your thighs, and a pleased smile on your face.

Thursday - Game 3

The next two games are on Korea University’s ice, so you booked an Airbnb apartment on their side of the city for an overnight stay. You got to the place around one in the afternoon after your morning class. It was a small one room apartment, but it’s not like you were going to spend much time in there so it was perfectly fine. Meanwhile, the Yonsei team and some of the girls are staying at a nice hotel close by Korea U. Yuri had sent you snaps from earlier this morning of all of them inside a large Jacuzzi.

This place might not have a hot tub or free courtesy snacks but at least the bed is somewhat comfy, you thought as you fall into it.

Once your head was on the pillow, you close your eyes. For the first time in weeks, you felt good. Like, really good.

It’s probably because of last night, or more accurately, early this morning. God, that must have been the best orgasm you’ve had in months. All thanks to Jimin.

You giggle at the memory, opening your eyes so you could take your phone out of your pocket to watch a video and picture that you’ve been obsessively looking at over and over again since you received it. But before you could press play on the video, a cluster of knocks on the door stops you.

With a sigh, you hop out of bed and walk towards the door, opening it with a playful hard glare at people on the other side.

“Yes? Can I help you?”

Without a greeting, Taehyung smirks at you before barging into the apartment. Your mouth drops at his rudeness, showing the appalled look on your face to Yugyeom and Jungkook. Yugyeom shrugs, pulling you into a quick hug.

“Hey noona!” Yugyeom greets happily. When he parts from you, he asks, “You ready for lunch?”

“Yeah, almost, I just need to touch up my makeup,” you tell him, and he nods, joining Taehyung inside. When you turn away from Yugyeom, you focus your attention on Jungkook, who was on his phone, texting rapidly with a grin on his face. All of the sudden you remembered what had occurred last night. Shit, the kiss. You’ve been thinking about Jimin so much that you completely forgot about it.

“Hey Jungkook, you coming in or…?” You ask nervously, and he looks up, still grinning.

“Oh, right. Sorry,” he says as he steps inside, ruffling the top of your head. “Hey, Y/N.” Then his phone buzzes again and his attention goes back to it. You frown as you close the door, running your hand through your hair to fix the mess Jungkook has made. Maybe he forgot about it like you had… So you guess everything is back to normal? That’s good… Right?

“Is everyone already at the restaurant?” you ask while you grab your cushion foundation out of your purse that you placed on the counter earlier.

“Nah, I think Jooheon and Hyoyeon just got there and they’re the first one,” Taehyung answers. He was laying on the bed with Yugyeom sitting beside him, both of them already acting like they owned the place. “Y/N, can I stay with you tonight? I’m rooming with Jungkook, but he’s been on his phone all day, so I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t want to be in our room tonight.”

“Shut up,” Jungkook says while his face reddens, finally looking up from his phone and quickly stuffing it in his pocket. Turning to you, Jungkook adds, “Don’t let him stay here.”

“I wasn’t planning on it,” you tell him as you put away your makeup, done with getting ready. You hear Jungkook’s phone vibrate again, and he takes it out of his pocket again. You’re a bit curious on who was texting him so much. “Is everything okay, Kook?”

Yugyeom giggles. “Yeah, Kookie, who are you sexting - I mean texting - so much anyways?”

Sexting? Jungkook was sexting someone?

“Uh, it’s Eunha,” Jungkook answers, and you feel your stomach dip at the sound of her name. You miss the way he looks over at you for a quick second because you find yourself staring blankly at your purse. “And we’re not sexting. She just wants to give me a tour of their campus.”

“Tour of their campus or tour of her campus?” Taehyung jokes, snickering. Yugyeom laughs along, but you stay quiet, not finding the joke very funny.

“What the fuck does that even mean?” Jungkook asks, face pinched in confusion.

“You should invite her for lunch!” Yugyeom suggests, then he looks towards you. “Right noona? Isn’t Tiffany and her friends also coming?”

“Huh?” You snap your head towards Yugyeom, you hadn’t caught what he said because you were in your head.

“He wants Jungkook to invite his new girlfriend to lunch,” Taehyung says, a teasing smirk on his face.

“She’s not my gi-“

“You should invite her,” You interrupt Jungkook with a forced smile on your face. You had no ill intentions, if Jungkook likes Eunha, you’ll support it. The weird, slightly jealous feeling you’re having was unnerving you anyway. You wanted it to stop. With a shrug, you add, “It would be fun.”

“Fun?” “Fun?!” “FUN!” All three boys say in unison with different inflections and reactions.

“Did you forget that Yuri pretty much wanted to skin Jungkook alive for even talking to Eunha?” Taehyung asks, looking at you like you’re crazy.

“So? If he likes her then it shouldn’t matter what they think, right?” As you say this, a small part of you wanted him to protest that no, he didn’t like her. But Jungkook doesn’t, and you felt a bit disappointed. What the fuck is wrong with you? You turn to Jungkook to ask him more directly, it’s like you needed a confirmation, “You do like her, right?”

Jungkook mouth parts slightly. The weight of your stare causing goosebumps all over his body. His gaze catches Yugyeom’s and Taehyung’s for a second and it seems like they were holding their breath as well, watching the scene in front of them like a damn romantic drama. They know about the kiss, and Taehyung said it happened because of his brilliant plan of using Eunha to make you jealous. Yugyeom and Taehyung also crafted a Phase 2 of the plan on the drive over to your Airbnb, which is pretty much the same as Phase 1 – flirt with Eunha while you’re around. Jungkook just didn’t know that they were planning on making him date her in front of you.

When he looks back at you, you were still waiting for his answer, your brows were raised slightly and it looked like you were biting the inside of your cheek.

“Would you care if I like her?”

Jungkook almost groans out loud at how fucking lame he sounded. From behind you, he sees the way Yugyeom and Taehyung face palm at his stupidity as well.

“What?” You ask, coming out in a whisper. Oh god, did he really detect your childish jealousy? After clearing your throat, you add, “W-why would I care? I’ve already told you, it doesn’t matter to me. I… I think it’s great you like someone, actually. Eunha seems… nice, and she’s pretty. So yeah… Ask her out to lunch, it would be great!” You grab your purse, wanting to change the subject. “We should really get going or we’ll be late.”

Jungkook frowns, reaching for your arm when you start to head for the door. “Wait, Y/N…”

When you feel his touch, you whip around to look at him. “What?”

Jungkook’s looking deep in your eyes, wanting desperately to tell you that it’s you that he likes, not some girl he just met a few days ago. But like always, he chickens out, letting the hand that was touching you to drop to his side.

“Lemme just invite her…” Jungkook mumbles, taking out his phone to send the invite. His phone buzzes a second later and it lights up with a notification of the new text from Eunha. It’s hard to read what it said because you’re seeing the screen upside down, but the abundance of heart emojis in the text was pretty clear.

“So she’s coming?”

He nods at your question, and you thought he would be more excited but he just looks a bit apathetic about it.

“That’s great… I’ll… I’ll tell the girls to put away their fangs. I’m sure they can be civil for at least an hour or so,” you tell him, trying to keep a joking tone to make it seem like everything is a-okay with you. You avoid his eyes by leaning to the side to look at the boys still laying on your bed. They’re pretending that they’re not that interested in the scene that you and Jungkook are providing for them – but really, they’re loving it. “Let’s go, boys! Chop, chop!”

Then you’re out the door before anyone else can say another word.

The girls are keeping their fangs and claws in check during lunch - at least from where you’re sitting, you think they are. You wouldn’t know for sure because you decided to sit at a different booth – with Taehyung, Donghyuck, Jong3, the Kim brothers Doyoung and Gongmyung, and the only male member of the Korea U Puck Bunny Club, Kim Kibum – instead of the table where the other girls (+ the Korea U Puck Bunny girls: Tiffany, Wendy, and Jihyun) were surrounding Eunha and Jungkook, probably intimidating and interrogating the poor girl.

The food on your plate turns cold, half uneaten, because your mind was more preoccupied in wondering about what their table was talking about, always glancing their way every five seconds. From where you’re sat, you have a perfect view of Jungkook and Eunha sitting beside each other.

You have to admit they look really good together. If they were celebrities, people would definitely want them to be together.

You see Eunha open her mouth, everyone’s attention was on her. Squinting, you to read her lips but you couldn’t decipher anything she was saying. Though you didn’t have to wait very long to figure out what she said because their whole table erupts into laughter. She must have said something really funny.

You felt sick. Really sick. Seeing the way your friends getting along so well with Eunha might be the cause of the stirring in your stomach. On one hand, you’re glad they’re all getting along. Really, truly, from the bottom of your heart, you are. But on the other hand… It’s stupid. Seeing the way Jungkook laughs so hard that he’s squeezing his eyes shut and clapping and slapping his knee makes you feel awful because there are only a few people that could make Jungkook laugh that hard – you, his mom, and the cast of Brooklyn Nine-Nine. That’s all. You didn’t feel like Eunha deserves to be a part of that list… Which makes you feel even more terrible because why are you feeling so possessive over Jungkook? It isn’t like you. Sure, you’ve liked him before, but you were never like this. Never. During that very small time period that you had a crush on Jungkook, there were a handful of times that girls had shown interest in Jungkook and he had shown interest back, and you were totally cool with it. So why are you being like this now? Was it because of the kiss or have you gone completely insane?

As if to take you shake you out of your crisis, your phone shakes against the tabletop. You quickly check the new text message.

[2:52 PM] Jimin —are you coming to the game?

Stop being jealous over Jungkook when there’s a perfectly hot guy that’s interested in you, you chastise yourself as you read the text. Nodding to yourself, you’re determined to get over whatever these feelings you’re having towards Jungkook are. You’ve done it before it, you can definitely do it again.

[2:54 PM] You —yes, I am : )

2:55 PM] Jimin —good, I’ll score some goals just for you —hehe

As you were about to send your response, a chorus of ‘ooooh’ being howled tears your gaze away from your screen. What you see when you look up causes your stomach to drop. It was Jungkook and Eunha, standing up together and her arm around his, her hand gripping his upper arm.

“Guys, I’m just going to show him around campus, nothing else,” Eunha says with a giggle. You see the way Jungkook smiles down at her. God damn… They look so pretty together.

There’s a bitter taste in your mouth. Maybe getting over this feeling for Jungkook is going to be harder than you thought.

Jimin skates past your section and smirks your way after the first goal he scores that night. You’re a giggling mess and the girls demand to know what the heck just happened.

He winks at you after the second. The girls’ mouths collectively drop and your metaphorical panty drops also.

The third, he slowly licks his juicy lips, and with two fingertips pressed upon them, he shoots a flying kiss right at you. You’re so turned on by his power play that not even Yura and Solji shaking you as hard as they can could snap you out of your lovesick daze.

But after that, every goal Jimin scores had you sinking further and further down your seat. Especially when halfway the third period, he scores his 8th one, making the goal count 10-7 - with Korea University in the lead.

It might be a bit bigheaded of you - since Jimin has always been a great hockey player - but you had a feeling that the mutual masturbation session had ignited something in him. You felt guilty, even more so when you saw the look of frustration on your best friend’s face when his shot after shot after shots were blocked by the opposing team.

It would take a lot of hard work for Yonsei to catch up in the last 10 minutes, but it’s possible.

Though ultimately, in the end, they couldn’t.

Unsurprisingly, the first thing the girls do after the game is to take you to a secluded corner and demand an answer for Jimin’s Lothario behaviour on the ice. With the guilt still eating away at you, you word vomit out the whole story and your worries that you’re the reason the Yonsei team lost.

“Our little girl is finally growing up,” Yuri coos while she grabs you to lay your head upon her chest, stroking your hair soothingly. She sniffs jokingly, turning to the other girls, “She’ll be one of us soon.”

As Hyoyeon and Yura chants ‘ONE OF US! ONE OF US!’, Solji frowns and cuts them off by reassuring you, “We’ve all been there, Y/N. It’s not your fault that they lost. If anything, it’s Taehyung’s fault for not blocking the shots.”

“Or the rest of the team for not defending properly,” Yuri adds when you pull away from her.

“Exactly,” Hyoyeon says. “It’s not like you gave Jimin steroids, all you gave him was an orgasm - which is totally fair game!”

“Really? Are you guys sure?” You ask, feeling a bit better already.

“Yeah! It’s not your fault!” Yura insists. “I gave Jonghyun a handjob before the game and he should have used that orgasm like Popeye’s spinach like Jimin had. Instead, he only scored one goal!” Yura crosses her arms and shakes her head in disappointment. “What an idiot…”

“I think that says more about your handjob skills more than anything…” Yuri sing-songs playfully, and the group bursts out laughing – except Yura, of course.

“I’ll have you know my handjob skills are quite extraordinary, thank you very much,” Yura defends herself, glaring intensely at her friend.

“Okay, ladies, simmer down,” Solji placates before things get heated. “Tiffany and others are waiting for us outside, so let’s get going!”

When you meet up with the Korea University Puck Bunnies outside, Eunha was with them as well. Your friends had told you earlier that they actually really like Eunha, and they’re willing to put behind the gossip they heard about her, a clean slate. You agree with them as you fight your inner green-eyed goblin. It would be stupid of you to dislike someone because of guy, you were better than that.

“Hi Y/N!” Eunha greets you, smiling radiantly. You say hello back, not as enthusiastically but as friendly. You’re not perfect, but at least you’re trying.

After greeting the others and complaining about how cold it is outside, the conversation eventually returns back to the game.

“I’m glad our team finally won but… Jungkook looks so sad,” Eunha states, pouting cutely.

“Guess you’ll have to cheer him up,” Tiffany teases with a wink. You had to swallow the lump in your throat before you could laugh along with your friends.

“Oh!” Eunha gasps, and you all turn to see what she was looking at. It was Jungkook, looking as sullen as you predicted he would look, walking towards your group with Yugyeom at his side.

You try to call out his name or wave or anything, but for some reason, you couldn’t.

All you could do was watch as Eunha runs to him, say something that puts a slight smile on his face, and pulls at his hand, both of them waving goodbye to Yugyeom.

As Jungkook walks away with Eunha without even bothering to look for you, it feels as though he is leaving you behind forever.

Friday – Game 4

On the morning of the 4th game, you wake up early to take Jungkook out for breakfast. You’ve decided to put all your wallowing and self-pity behind. Jungkook is your best friend first and foremost, and that’s the most important thing. As his best friend, it’s your duty to cheer him up, and cheer him up you will.

“Order anything you want, however much you want,” you tell him with a smile when the two of you were finally sat at a table at the restaurant of your choosing.

Jungkook’s doe-eyes goes wide. “You sure?”

“Mhm,” you hum, still smiling. Your paycheck came in this morning so you had the funds to treat him.

Jungkook didn’t need to be told twice, ordering as many dishes as he liked and once the plates were licked clean, he orders dessert.

“I’ll get it,” you tell him, standing up when the waitress calls your number.

“Okay, I’ll be here,” Jungkook beams, his smile lighting up the whole room. You were giddy, congratulating yourself for a job well done. When you had picked him up early this morning, he looked like shit – eyes red and reeking of alcohol. You didn’t even want to know what went down last night, not at all. It’s not your business. But you could tell whatever happened didn’t really help him with the loss. During the car ride to the restaurant, he was moody as well. Now, he was laughing, joking around, and just generally happier. It makes you feel good that you could make him feel good.

Though he will feel way better with this strawberry shortcake in his stomach.

“Doesn’t it look so cute?” You ask when you sit back down, transferring the plate with the cake from the tray to the table. “I kind of don’t want to eat it.” You look around for your phone to take a picture but couldn’t find it. “Kook, have you seen my…” Looking up to your best friend, your voice dies in your throat.

In your best friend’s hand was definitely your phone. There was a dark look in his eyes as he stares at the screen that gave you a pause. To make even more clear that he was not amused at what he was looking at, he cocks his head to the side while his tongue rolling against the inside of his cheek.

“Phone?” you finish, softly.

Jungkook finally looks up at you, scrutinizing you with an intense glare that has you squirming in your seat. Before you can say anything, he chuckles, though it’s devoid of amusement, as he turns the phone for you to see the screen.

“Why the hell did Park Jimin send you a picture of his dick?”

The game was tied, 2-2, with only the third period left.

It was intermission time and the Yonsei team is back inside the away team’s locker room. Jong1 is in the middle of the room, giving them a very uplifting speech to get their heads in the game. The members watch their captain, nodding and agreeing with everything he was saying. They’re all ready to get back on the ice to dominate and win another game… Except Jungkook.

Jungkook’s head was not in the game. Not at all.

It was hard to focus when every time he sees Park Jimin, he just wants to crash that asshole onto the boards, tackle him into the ground, or do whatever else that will wipe that stupid smirk off his stupid face.

What kind of freak sends a fucking dick pic at 9 in the morning?

Jungkook sneers, remembering the text that went along with the picture…

‘morning angel, thinking of u’

Gross… Is he serious with that douchey pick-up artist line? Does Y/N actually like that?

The real question here is why was Y/N even in contact with Jimin? When the hell did that happen? Has she… slept with him?

With that thought in his mind, the urge to purge was even more pronounced than before.

He knew he shouldn’t have looked at the text but her phone was right there! On the table! Lighting up because of a text from a guy that he’s competing with! How could he not look?

The thoughts in his mind kept him so distracted that Jungkook doesn’t even realize that the rest of his teammates are already leaving the room until Taehyung slaps him on the back.

“Earth to Jungkookie~! It’s game time!” Taehyung sing-songs, patting Jungkook’s back once more when the latter stands up. As they follow the rest of their team, the smile on Taehyung’s face dissolves to a concerned frown, “But bro, you okay? You’ve been kind of… distracted.”

Jungkook shakes his head, smirking to appease his hyung. “Don’t worry about it, hyung. It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

The gloves came off as soon as the goal horn resounds throughout the stadium.

This is not the way Jungkook should be handling it, but it’s the only way his one-track mind wanted to handle it.

It was like he was seeing everything through a pinhole, the only thing his rage-infused thoughts can do was focus on was the man whose back is turned towards him, # 7 Park. In a blink of an eye, Jungkook skates to him, pushing the man with all the strength he has. He watches as Jimin stumble forward then to the ground. The crowd has to be reacting by now – screaming, cheering, jeering - but he is deafened to the sound as he jumps on top of the confused boy.

Jungkook couldn’t stop himself. He saw red the moment Jimin got the goal and tipped his head over at her direction with that irritating grin on his face…

Well, now it’s off… It’s hard to keep a smile on your face when there’s a fist colliding against it – multiple times.

Jungkook gets three punches in – his knuckles, Jimin’s nose and upper lip, and the ice beneath them a bloody mess - before he gets pulled off and the ref calls for his penalty.

On his way to the penalty box, Jungkook shrugs off his teammates who try to ask him why he did that, ignores the reaction from the audience, and most of all, he kept his eyes trained to the ground when he passes you and hears you call out his name. Why did the penalty box had to be right beside the section you’re sitting at? You were just meters away. He knows you’re watching at him, probably with an expression that a mix between disappointment and repulsion.

For the whole 5 minutes Jungkook served in the box, he didn’t dare look at you. Instead, he used the time to try and calm himself down. It didn’t help because while Jungkook was on penalty, Korea U had the power play. They used it well to their advantage, scoring 2 more goals.

With the Yonsei’s team morale so low, it pretty much guaranteed another Korea U win.

Once the game was over, Jungkook rushed into the locker room to quickly pack his things. He just wanted to go home, lay in his own bed instead of the one in the hotel room he was sharing with Taehyung, and just shut out the world for the weekend. When he was done saying his sorry’s to his teammates and getting the ‘it’s okay’ and the ‘just rest up’ from them, he was out of there.

Weaving his way through the crowd, he makes it to the parking lot without anyone stopping him, the hat he was wearing doing a fantastic job of concealing his identity. If the people around him who were celebrating for the winning team had known who he was, his escape home might have been delayed because of confrontation. Not that he was scared of anything… He just didn’t want to talk to anyone, especially not you.

But he should have known it wouldn’t last long.

“Jungkook!” He hears someone call from behind him but he keeps walking.

A hand grips onto his upper arm, pulling him back to stop, right in the middle of the parking lot. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Jungkook sighs and he allows to be turned around.

When he opens his eyes again, it’s you in front of him, looking so beautiful and so, so unbelievably angry.

“Really, Jungkook? What the hell is wrong with you? You’re acting like such a child!” You shout at him.

“Are you seriously mad at me? ME?” Jungkook asks, laughing in disbelief. With both hands towards you, he cries, “You’re the one sleeping with the enemy!”

“Enemy?!” you screech. “Jimin is your enemy now?!”

“What the fuck do you think he is? He’s a player on the opposing team that our team is against! Did the picture of his cock make you stupid all of the sudden? ‘Cause last time I checked, you go to Yonsei and not Korea U… Does loyalty mean anything to you?”

Why is he being like this? He has probably done worse… Like, hello, last night with Eunha?! Isn’t that a bit hypocritical? Pot calling the kettle black, much? Oh, and you remember how he left you at the restaurant this morning. Your anger towards Jungkook keeps piling on and on.

“All I did was send a few flirty… and yeah, sexual, messages to him –“ Jungkook groans, face towards the sky as he stomps his foot. Yes, he wanted to hear the truth, but he hated hearing it. “- How is that different from you sleeping with Eunha? So it’s okay to fuck someone that goes to Korea U as long as they’re not on the hockey team? Okay, yeah, I get it now…”

“Oh my god…” Jungkook’s laughing now, still looking at the sky.

Changing your stance and crossing your arms, you challenge him, “Well?”

“It’s different because I didn’t fucking sleep with her!” Jungkook yells back, gaze off the sky and back on you. Your eyes widen – surprised, shocked, and disbelieving. Yet it only takes you a second to realize, with a quick study of his face, that Jungkook wasn’t lying at all. But… Last night… They… Didn’t they?

“I didn’t even kiss her because I – I…” Jungkook trails off, still staring at you. He looks broken and tired, using his arm to wipe away the tears that have fallen. You’re so confused that you couldn’t say anything. Angrily, he shakes his head. “It doesn’t even fucking matter… I hope it was –Just – fuck!” He was so mad that he stumbling his words. With a deep breath and an exhale, he tries again, “Don’t even bother coming to the games next week.”

Then he walks away and you don’t try to stop him. It breaks your heart but it’s obvious that’s the last thing he wants. So you let him go, watching miserably as he gets into his car and drives away.

You must look so pathetic… Standing in the middle of the parking lot, tears falling from your eyes, snot dripping out your nose that you couldn’t be bothered to wipe it off… Absolutely pathetic.

How long have you been standing there? Probably a while since the parking lot was emptying every passing second, the crowd dispersing to celebrate for the night or sleep through the weekend. Now that you’re sniffling, crying, and just being a big old mess, doing the latter sounds perfect to –

“Achooo!”

Great, now I’m sick too, you thought to yourself. The night just keeps getting better and better.

“I told you to take care of yourself…”

Before you could turn to see who it was – though from the voice, you already knew – you feel something being draped over your shoulders, warming you up instantly. Looking down, you see the Korea University’s hockey team patch on the breast of the jacket. Maybe you should take it off, isn’t this the reason for your problem?

Under the light of the lamp post, you can barely make out the bruising on Jimin’s face, and that’s probably for the best. Even the slight purple you could see makes you want to go into hiding and never come out. You feel like you’re responsible for why his face is all bruised up.

“Thank you,” you say, tugging off his letterman jacket and holding it up for him to take back. “But, I don’t think…” You pause, biting your bottom lip.

He doesn’t take his jacket, instead just asks softly, “You don’t think what?”

“You got pommeled in the face because of me,” you mumble quietly.

Much to your surprise, the prettiest airy laugh flows through your eardrums a moment later. It gets even stranger when Jimin squats to the ground because of how hard he was laughing.

“J-Jimin?” You try to get his attention. When you don’t get it because he is still laughing, you join him on the ground. “Why are you laughing?!”

Through fits of laughter, Jimin manages to say, “I did get pommeled, huh?”

“Yeah, you did!”

The two of you are both laughing now, even though it was no joking matter.

“Ah, fuck, it really hurts to laugh,” Jimin whines a minute later, but all the while, still laughing.

“Then stop!” You tell him, your hand coming up to touch his face. Realizing what you were about to do, you try to snatch your hand back but Jimin catches your hand with his and guides you to the tender spot on his cheekbone.

“Mmm… Your hand is really warm, Y/N,” Jimin says, eyes fluttering shut, humming and smiling in content. He’s so lovely, you think to yourself. Slowly and slowly, you’re forgetting the events of the night because of the beautiful boy in front of you. You’re feeling lightheaded, yet blissful.

That’s when you feel it melt against the tip of your nose, cold and wet.

Looking up in wonder, you smile widely as you see the flakes of white falling down from the sky.

The first snowfall of the season.

When you take a peek at Jimin, he’s gaze was to the sky as well, smile as big as yours. With the snow falling around him, he looked even more radiant. How is that even possible?

The moment is ruined when you sneeze again.

“Oh!” Jimin’s hand parts from yours to feel against your forehead. It was hot, really hot. “Shit, you really are sick!”

“What?” You question blearily, still recovering from the sneeze. Jimin stands up, pulling you up with him. He takes the jacket that you were still holding onto and wraps it around you again.

“Keep it on, I mean it…”

Nodding, you hug his jacket tighter around you.

“Do you have a ride home?” Jimin asks as his places the beanie that was just on his head on yours.

“I…” you sigh deeply, “I was supposed to get a ride home with Jungkook, but… He already left.”

“Shit…”

“Yeah.”

On your phone, you check if you could hitch a ride with your other friends. From what you could see, they’re all already gone, either out partying or driving back to the Yonsei campus. Jimin then suggests that he could take you home. You try to tell him that it’s too far for him to drive there and back, but he insists that it’s no problem, that he wouldn’t have offered if he wasn’t up for it.

In the end, you take his offer.

You arrive back home an hour later. With a couple of stops on the way there, Jimin made sure that you had food and medicine in your belly before you even stepped foot through your front door so you won’t get even more sick.

“You should stay the night,” you tell Jimin when the two of you enter your apartment. “The roads are already too slippery.”

“You sure?” Jimin asks, dropping the plastic bags filled with the things you bought for your incoming cold (medicine and lots and lots of snacks) on your counter. “I don’t want to impose…”

“Hey, I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t sure,” you tell him, repeating the words he had said to you earlier.

Jimin laughs, nodding, “Alright. I’m guessing… couch or…?”

“Yes, couch. Unless you want to get sick…”

With a shrug, Jimin smirks, “I wouldn’t mind.”

Letting his comment go with a roll of your eyes, you ask him to follow you. From the small storage closet near your kitchen, you take out an extra blanket and pillow for him to have, dumping it on his arms. Then you lead him to the couch and the two of you begin to make his bed. Jimin was talking throughout all this, but then stops so abruptly that you wonder what was up. He was staring at something, and you follow his line of sight to see… Oh… OH!

“Stop thinking about it, Park Jimin,” you warn him playfully, embarrassment warming up your body even more as you snatch the pillow that had caught Jimin’s attention and hide it behind your back. Jimin chuckles, rose blooming his already rosy cheeks while he rubs the back of his neck.

“Okay, I’ll try not to think about it…” Jimin says, though he thinks that might be a hard promise to keep. Getting his mind out of the gutter for at least a few more minutes, Jimin points to one of the closed doors. “Sleep, now!”

“That’s my bathroom,” you tell him, laughing.

Jimin chuckles and tries again, pointing to another door. “Sleep, now, Y/N!”

This time you nod, walking towards that door backwards, as you still have the pillow behind your back. “Much better… Goodnight, Jimin… and thanks, for everything.”

“No problem… Goodnight, Y/N. I hope you feel better in the morning…” He mumbles sleepily, already tucked inside the blanket and ready to sleep. Smiling, you let yourself admire him for few more seconds before you turn in.

Even though the night turned out better than you had expected it to, you’re still laying on your bed, wide awake and thinking solely about your best friend. Through your other friends, you know that he is at least safe at home, so you’re glad for that. You should leave it at that for now, you really should. But you couldn’t help yourself…

[12:42 AM] You —i’m sorry —i miss you

A second later, you receive the read receipt.

Then he’s typing…

Typing..

You feel your heart beating in your throat.

Typing…

Your eyes are starting to burn from how hard you’re staring at the screen.

Typing…

Then, nothing.

Heartbroken, you shove your phone underneath your pillow, away from sight. You fall asleep, face tear-stained, hoping and praying that you and Jungkook could make up soon.

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